luck on thursday

The tearing of the iceberg is only a moment, and the heartbeat is actually done inadvertently.

It's like... It seems like the last tremor on the petals, starting from between the fingers, the cold tableware has a temperature in an instant, when Louis put down his bow and walked towards him, Lin Qingyang shook his hand, and threw the fork into it like a ghost. Put it on the dinner plate, making an abrupt sound.

thump—

Suddenly, it seemed to be independent of the whole world. Although it was just a slight movement not far from the hand, it seemed that the whole world could hear it.

Lin Qingyang grabbed the fork again and stuck a piece of beef into her mouth, not daring to look at Louis' face.

The butler beckoned, and a dedicated waiter came forward, put the violin and bow into the piano case, walked to the edge of the dining table, tapped the edge of the table with his fingers, saw that most of the food on the table had not moved, could not help but raised eyebrows.

"Why didn't the young master eat just now?" He asked, with a smile that hadn't melted from the corners of his eyes and brows, "It's almost cold, I asked the back chef to make a new one."

When he was talking, he leaned over slightly, and lowered his voice to Lin Qingyang's ear. His young master seemed to be scalded by something, and he sprinted in another direction, only to move back a little bit when he found that his movements were a little strange. , blue eyes staring at the little cherry tomatoes that opened on the plate.

Lin Qingyang took a deep breath, chewed the food in his mouth several times before swallowing it, and cleared his throat before speaking.

"I don't need to do anything else, I'm used to cold dishes." He pretended to be calm and said nonsense, "I just didn't expect that a restaurant could actually create the same effect as an amusement park. The projection technology is really extraordinary...it should be flower Pay a big price?"

"It's just the latest technological means," Louis said with a smile, and casually distributed some mashed potatoes to Lin Qingyang's dinner plate. "This kind of technology is also available in Rosa Park. If you have a chance, you can take the young master to play around."

Lin Qingyang fell silent, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't dare to look into Louis' eyes.

He felt that Louis was very sensitive, not to mention that as a housekeeper who got along day and night, as a person who could take care of him in every aspect, it was entirely possible that he could see the little thoughts in his heart at a glance, just like his mother.

Not to mention, what's going on in his mind is...

stop!Oh, God!Now is not the time to think about it!Wouldn't it be better to stay alone in the room after returning to the manor, and then slowly organize your thoughts? ! !

In the blink of an eye, Louis saw Lin Qingyang eating most of the food on the table, holding the glass while taking a deep breath, as if thinking of something terrible, he asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the young master?" ...Stuffed up?"

Lin Qingyang stared at the water wave in the glass seriously: "It's nothing, I just thought of something not funny."

When paying the bill, Lin Qingyang was not present - I also knew that it was a string of expensive prices, maybe after looking at it, he had a myocardial infarction like the pile of luxury accessories he bought before, so he had no choice but to ignore it for safety.

When Louis led him into his family's black car and took out the bill to report to him, this thought gave him a headache.

Looking at it, I feel my head is a little bewildered.

"I think the experience is very good, the food is delicious, and even the pirates are lifelike," he sighed and covered his eyes when he saw the price in black and white above, "but the price is indeed a little too much, I think It’s just rich people who come here to scam novelty.”

Louis took the bill back calmly: "But the young master is very happy watching it, isn't it, it's like watching a movie."

Subconsciously, Lin Qingyang was about to look into his eyes to refute, just when she came into contact with the light gray-green, she suddenly froze, and hurriedly looked away, a little redness slowly spread from the base of her ears.

The lights in the car were bright, and the driver silently inserted the key and drove the car out of the garage.

After night fell, the city lights lit up, as if they were about to burn on the transparent car windows. Maybe it felt a little quiet in the car. After thinking about it, Louis stretched out his hand and adjusted the channel he usually listens to while driving, and a slow singing came from the car radio. mezzo-soprano, everything is soft and slow.

He noticed that the young master was very different from usual, but there seemed to be no difference. When he lowered his eyes, he found something, staring at the inconspicuous peach blossom color under Lin Qingyang's ears.

"...Forget it." The young master muttered, not having the guts to continue talking about this topic, "Then what should we do if we run out of money."

Louis laughed contentedly. He felt that some things could be moved forward a bit.

"Why did you run out of money?" Mr. Wilfred's voice lowered again and again, turning into an exceptionally pleasant deep tone. He seemed to change the subject, "How is your master's preparation for the optional exam?"

Lin Qingyang was taken aback, he didn't expect Louis to mention this matter.

"It's okay? The methods Louis taught me before are very good. I can even remember the formulas I haven't learned much. I think there should be no problem in passing the written test. But the time is too short. I think it will take three or four months to review it." Bigger."

"Then why did the young master take the optional exam?"

"Uh," Lin Qingyang paused, thinking for a moment, "Go to a better school? Have a better future, and then have more opportunities to get a better job?"

Louis spread his hands and said, "That's why I entered Imperial College."

"In order to share the pressure for the master and become a qualified deputy, I also need to be capable enough to do all this well."

"Fitzgerald doesn't need to think about these things, because Wilfred can do it," he said of his family almost proudly, "Now Wilfred is the steward, and when Fitzgerald was a noble , Wilfred is the retainer, the knight, and the existence that handles all stumbling blocks."

"If Joe needs money... I will make money to support Joe." Suddenly he smiled again and called Lin Qingyang's name affectionately.

Lin Qingyang was taken into the Fitz Manor by Louis in a daze. When the gate of the manor castle opened, he wondered if he drank too much alcohol, so that he was a little bit hot, and even his face was hot uncontrollably.

But when he hugged the pillow on the bed and rolled on the bed twice, he calmly felt that he didn't drink much alcohol at all, and he didn't blush at all.

"The young master is a little excited today." Louis tidied his coat and hung it on the shelf, and lifted it up pretending not to care, but in fact he paid attention to the little prince's movements with all his heart. "Is it because the way of eating is relatively novel?"

The group that was still rolling lazily on the bed made no sound, and then poked out a head, with a somewhat indistinct voice: "Yes, it's a bit novel, I've never seen it before, next time I'll ask Philip to see it too."

"He will be very glad that the young master called him to join him."

The headlights were turned off, leaving only the small bedside lamp beside Lin Qingyang's bed.Louis thoughtfully adjusted the direction of the bedside lamp so that Lin Qingyang would not find it too bright, then adjusted the quilt for him, bent down, and wanted to give his little prince a good night kiss unexpectedly, but Lin Qingyang avoided it.

Louis was stunned for a rare moment, and Lin Qingyang stopped breathing again.

He faltered and hawed for a long time, and finally said: "I'm not a child anymore, I don't need a goodnight kiss." Then he buried himself in the quilt.

The housekeeper combed the little young master's soft black hair exposed outside, dumbfounded, and had no choice but to stand up and close the door.

The room fell into silence, and after a while, Lin Qingyang crawled out of the quilt silently, staring at the ceiling blankly, his brain is sober now, he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he had to start counting sheep.

One sheep, two sheep...

Louis was really nice to him, not at all like the kindness a butler would treat his master.Totally, beyond the boundaries, in every way, both material and spiritual.There is no omission.

Three sheep, four sheep...

He thought of the indifferent profile of Louis Wilfred reflected on the car window, accompanied by the mountains on his face, and then thought of standing at the gate of the dilapidated community, like a child's favorite magician, putting the Mr. Wilfried of Candy.

Louis who was straddled by him and looked up from the bottom; Louis who straddled the bed with one leg and gently pinched his ankle;

Louis who stood at the bottom of the steps and stretched out his hand to him; under the brilliant light, Louis who danced with him.

five sheep.

There is also Louis who gallops across the pasture on a horse with a vigorous figure, and Louis who leaves him a good night kiss.

And standing on the high platform, Louis who played the first note slowly.

They all raised their tender gray-green eyes, smiled, and gave their best to their little prince.

Lin Qingyang lay down and buried her entire face in the pillow, the ubiquitous sourness finally broke out, and there was a slight choking sound.

The throat was choked little by little, the taste dripped down, and finally flowed into a thin line, flowing into the heart.

He seemed to be in love with Louis.

How can you not like him, such eyebrows and eyes, and his favorite color; that kind of expression, you will smile, you will frown in distress, and you will sigh helplessly; such pride, even if it is just in the past, you can still It can be seen from the few words, and the current temper, mixed into a special tenderness.

But no.

I can't like him, because they are people from two worlds at all—three months, like water, more than half of it has flowed unconsciously through the fingers, and roughly calculated, there are not many days left.

After that, he would leave the familiar manor, buy a small house in his hometown, and miss the days when he lived here, that distant time day after day.

Maybe, when he gets old, he can still tell the children around him about what he experienced when he was young, including doing a lot of crazy things about rich people and the people he likes.

Some people will call him bragging, how can someone who is so far away and standing so high have had contact with him and spent a long time with him.

He would keep the secret and not tell them. At that time, he had stayed at Fitz Manor, so he could put his hand in his palm with restraint, and smile uncontrollably.

Enough is enough, he is not such a person.

...Look forward, look up, strive to climb to the same position as him, and tell him personally, did I not tell you before that I like you.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-11-2320:23:04~2019-11-2420:15:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 2 yogurts;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Papa and Muying 10 bottles;

Thank you yogurt little angel for the two mines~ although I think little angel you are always a chapter behind orz

Thank you Papa little angel and Muying little angel for their nutrient solution!The author of Xianyu no longer knows how to write a reply, so I put my hands together and thank you for your support.

The bgm of this chapter recommends the five-tone Yi Jiangnan, and I happened to hear this song when I wrote the ending. It was originally an ordinary plot to analyze my own mind and then understand, but the painting style fell... woo.

From here, the mist everywhere looks like your eyebrows and eyes.