luck on thursday

The magician who sneaked into the circus and failed seemed to be caught by Philip.

When Lin Qingyang got off the cruise ship, he found that Mr. Fitzgerald's expression was a little more relaxed. When he met him, he would greet him as usual and gently ask about his basic necessities.

However, the older gentlemen didn't seem to intend to let him know the situation, and Lin Qingyang never saw the magician who gave him sugar again.

Maybe it has already been dealt with, or it has been handed over to a special person for review-in short, so far, it has nothing to do with him.

Lin Qingyang returned to Fitz Manor with an injured arm. Louis opened the car door for him. The black iron gate of the manor was opened, and all the servants stood in line at the door, respectfully welcoming the masters who came back from the trip.

He was startled when he first saw this formation, but after staying for so many days, he gradually got used to it, and Louis pushed the wheelchair back to his room.

Lin Qingyang sat on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

You must know that no matter how good or large the room on the cruise ship is, it still has the feeling of floating in the sea, and you will always feel that the ground under your feet is shaking.Now that I am back on land, I feel down-to-earth and feel a lot more comfortable.

The curtains were opened, the glass windows shook slightly, and the room that was diligently cleaned by the servants was not dusty. Louis took out a clean white handkerchief from the drawer, wiped the young master's hands, and asked, "What will the young master do next? Rest for a while?"

I just got off the party, and even after sleeping all night, I still feel tired, probably because of my injury.

Lin Qingyang turned over paralyzed on the bed, feeling that his body smelled of gasoline from the car when he came back.

He doesn't get motion sickness, but he also finds the peculiar smell of cars unpleasant, especially the smell from the leather seats, which can penetrate into people's noses in summer.

"I think I need to take a shower," Lin Qingyang raised his arm suspiciously and smelled it, and felt that the smell in his nose had not dissipated, "And last night, I couldn't get my arms wet, so I just washed it carelessly ……no."

He looked up and turned lazily: "I want to take a bath, Louis, put some hot water—"

Half of the young master's face was sunk in the unbelievably soft bed, most of the azure color was covered when the eyelashes drooped, and the injured arm was carelessly placed on the other side.

When he spoke, he deliberately elongated his tone, it was the voice of the little prince ordering him in the past.

Louis sat on the edge of the bed, imitating Joe's accent and lengthening the ending.

It's just that his voice is much lower than Lin Qingyang's, and it sounds completely different: "Okay."

It was as if it was sticking to his ears and slowly sliding down along the outline, as if someone was sitting behind him, putting his head peacefully by his neck, and whispering with a smile.Warm, like unscrewing a dim desk lamp, reading a bedtime story to a beloved child.

The bed shook slightly, Lin Qingyang silently retracted herself into the quilt and rolled it up, feeling that Louis was suddenly a little different.

But what's the difference?

It seems that there is no difference in the way of acting and speaking, and the eyes are the same. When facing him, he always smiles, and uses the most gentle attitude to be a housekeeper... No, the few times when he pinched his neck with a blank expression does not count.

The room was quiet and quiet, but there was a slight sound of water running from the bathroom, which changed from large to small, and the water flowed sparsely down the smooth bathtub, steaming and steaming. Louis stretched his hand into the bathtub to estimate the water temperature.

The water outlet is still bubbling, and the water is about to overflow, flowing along the floor joints of the tiles to the drain.

Louis closed the water outlet neatly, with a calm face, and his fingertips slid across the clear water, shattering the inconspicuous reflection under the light into sparkling ripples.

He is examining himself, starting from the outermost skin.

An unclear figure swayed on the water, and he saw his gloomy eyebrows, gray-green pupils and smooth jaw.

Then there's his past.When he was a teenager, he did do some crazy things, things that the rich boys raised in the greenhouse dared not think about.For example, the extreme sports on the death line, the rainforest full of beasts and blood-sucking leeches, the hard-working military service... It seems that he has experienced all the things that boys yearn for but dare not go forward, and only then did he have the present situation. Louis Wilfred.

Whatever he wanted, he would step forward and grab it with his own hands.

There are many, many things that cannot be told to Joe, including his indifference and frivolity at that time.

Fortunately, Weiwei pulled him back.

Those distant memories about freedom and mountains and forests were just past tense, now he returned to Fitz Manor, became a housekeeper, and had his own little prince—what's wrong?What else is he not satisfied with.

He remembered what Joe's friend had said: But if his little prince wants to leave Fitz Manor, away from the place he can see...

how can that be possible.

Louis smiled, and he heard Lin Qingyang's voice calling him, soft and soft.

The water swayed, reflecting the faces of the two people. Lin Qingyang stood in front of the bathtub and asked doubtfully, "Why did Louis stay here for so long? Is there no hot water?"

"No, I just thought of something."

Louis said calmly, and stretched out his hand to Lin Qingyang: "Do you need my help? The young master's arm is still bandaged, so it's not easy to move around."

Lin Qingyang was putting her hand on the first button of the collar, and when she saw Louis reaching out her hand, she didn't feel ashamed to ask him to take it back. It just happened that it was inconvenient to unbutton it with one hand, so she obediently raised her chin and let Louis take it back. The button of the shirt is unbuttoned.

After unlocking the last one, Louis withdrew his hand restrainedly and looked away.He retreated to the door and knocked on the doorknob: "If there is any inconvenience, young master, remember to call me."

"Okay." Lin Qingyang replied, and when Louis closed the bathroom door, he immediately stripped himself naked, lay down in the water, and spit bubbles. There were a few slightly old rubber ducklings on the edge of the bathtub, probably many The owner was still reluctant to throw away the things that the real young master left behind.

After so many years, the little ducklings are still bright yellow. There is one little yellow duck whose eyes are set apart, which makes it look very ugly and naive.

Lin Qingyang held his breath and laughed for a while, squinting his eyes to enjoy the hot water, and suddenly remembered that his arm was still wounded and wrapped in gauze, and now he didn't think of it at all, he had been soaking in hot water for a long time.

Lin Qingyang: "..."

At last he poked his head softly out from behind the bathroom door in his bathrobe.

Louis was standing on the other side of the bedroom, taking off his coat and arranging his shirt. In a blink of an eye, he saw the sneaky head of the young master in the reflection of the full-length mirror.

Louis raised his eyebrows in surprise: "...Master? What's wrong?"

The little master stepped on the ground with bare feet, and the tips of his ears were burning. He hadn't done such a shameful and naive thing for many years. He just wanted to take a bath, but he forgot about the injury.He smiled awkwardly: "I just accidentally got my arm wet."

The butler closed his eyes, and the young master stood in front of him, grabbed the hem of the butler's clothes, and shook it in embarrassment.

"Next time I will definitely pay attention!" Lin Qingyang scratched his chin and made a firm promise.

Lin Qingyang was bandaged again, and she came out of the bath again, her hair was wet, and she fell into the armchair without wiping, and frantically wanted to get her mobile phone from the table beside her.

Louis came over with a dry towel, and thoughtfully wiped the little master's hair. The towel was fluffy, and when it was covered on his head, Lin Qingyang looked even younger. While wiping his hair, Louis slowly massaged his hair .

Lin Qingyang was playing with her mobile phone, and was pressed so hard by Louis that her whole body became limp. She huddled in the large armchair and swipe the screen, and suddenly saw the push that had just been sent, and slowly read out: ""Ramsden"? Rosa There is an opera performance in Fort, I never noticed it before."

Louis' thumb pressed down until it reached the back of Lin Qingyang's smooth neck.

"I know this opera. It's quite famous. It has toured in Rosaburg a few times before. Want to go, master?"

"I'm not interested in opera," Lin Qingyang said casually, and swiped the screen with his good hand, revealing the text below, "Here's an introduction to the plot, let me take a look."

"Ramsden" tells the story of a country retreating steadily under the aggression of the enemy country. This generation of kings, by chance, knows the way to reach the gods.He used half of his life as a reward, hoping that the gods could tell him a way not to subjugate the country.

The gods gave him a knight with supernatural power, and told the king that this knight will grant your wish.

A knight fights bravely and wins every battle. When he sits on a horse, the morale of the soldiers is the highest. Even the king does not have such a reputation.For this reason, the king was jealous of him, and coveted the divine power possessed by the knight.

The knight had completed his mission and when he wanted to leave, the king told him that he had to fulfill his last three wishes before he could let him go.

One is to make the old donkey dance.

The second is to dry up the water in the river.

The third is to retrieve the only black heart in the world.

If these three wishes cannot be fulfilled, the king will not let him go.Then find an opportunity, kill the knight, take away his divine power, and then extend his lifespan——

Lin Qingyang watched it with relish, and when she scrolled down, it came to an end without any follow-up.

He rolled up and down a little eagerly, but found no other clues. Louis put away the half-wet towel, turned out the hair dryer, and heard Lin Qingyang's curious voice: "What's behind? The knight must have fulfilled these wishes, right? "

Louis didn't answer his question directly, but gently dried the little master's black hair. Lin Qingyang lay on the armchair, making a gurgling sound from his throat. The screen of the phone slowly went black, and the news of the opera disappeared.

Louis picked up the little master, and Lin Qingyang sat on his arm, shaking his legs in dissatisfaction: "Louis, what kind of posture are you holding a child?"

"Young Master, that's how I hugged him when he was a child," the young butler smiled happily and turned upside down, "It's still very light, so I need to eat more."

"You return my sparkling water, and I will gain weight immediately." Lin Qingyang remembered the locked sparkling water cabinet, and kicked the butler unhappily, and the arrogance that he didn't have before slowly revealed, "You haven't answered yet My question, is the knight finished?"

Louis downplayed: "The knight and the god are together."

Lin Qingyang didn't react: "...Huh?"

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