luck on thursday

Fitz Manor in the morning is as beautiful as usual, and the slightly unconventional castle takes on a new look in the morning light.

The servants who trim the weeds on the lawn get up very early. They usually treat the lawn of the manor before the master gets up and goes out, and then wait for the smell to dissipate. The maid who cleaned the windows in the middle of the corridor on the second floor of the castle waved her hand and smiled.

The maid breathed out a hazy mist on the window and drew a cloud shape playfully. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from the corridor behind her. The sound was very light and hurried, like a young boy walking with his feet down. sound.

She smiled silently, turned her head, just in time to see the young master of the manor quietly sticking her head out from the corner, and cleared her throat as if she had just seen it.

"Master," she put down the man in her hand and saluted, "Are you looking for Mr. Wilfred Jr. after getting up so early in the morning?"

The little prince never expected that there would be people here at such an early hour—of course, since he lived in Fitz Manor, the good habit of getting up early has been swallowed into his stomach, and this is the first time he got up so early .

Lin Qingyang glanced at the corner, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and tried to smile as usual.

He said, "Yes. Where is Louis now?"

"Mr. Little Wilfred is probably on the first floor. You can go to the kitchen to look for it, young master." The maid cleaning the window looked at the little prince's face and sighed with emotion, but Lin Qingyang had already turned her head and went downstairs. , "The young master has grown so big."

Sure enough, Louis was standing in the kitchen, learning how to make pastry from the cook at home. His shirt cuffs were rolled up, he was wearing an apron, and his shoulders were broad.

The cook on the side showed an expression of not being able to bear to look directly at him. He probably has never seen anyone treat the dough like this: "Sir, let me do it, and you can deal with the meringue... Turn on the chef machine... Thank you! Gently cut and mix it. !"

Mr. Wilfred, who claimed to be omnipotent, was driven to the side of the kitchen by the cook, and he wondered why he couldn't do it. Lin Qingyang stood at the kitchen door, almost laughing, and Louis turned around, really surprised.

He simply untied his apron and walked to the door to greet his young master: "Why did you wake up so early today? In the past, at this time, the young master was sleeping like hell."

"I don't know, maybe I was too excited yesterday."

Lin Qingyang vaguely mentioned the reason, and pointed to the lump of dough on the chopping board: "What is Louis doing?"

"Make some snacks for the young master," Louis smiled distressedly, "it's a pity that he doesn't listen to me very much."

The two talked, and when they walked to the dining room, Louis poured half a cup of coffee for the young master who woke up unexpectedly early, and then stirred half a cup of milk and sugar into it until the coffee turned a gentle and rich brown color, while he chose to add only half a cup of coffee. A little bit of milk.

Lin Qingyang took a sip, unable to hold back his own thoughts, he looked up expectantly and asked, "I just had a whim," he gestured with his hand, "I was just a little bit curious about what Louis looked like before. ...Does Louis have a photo to look at?"

He also emphasized: "It's really just a whim, and it doesn't matter if you don't have one."

Louis stared at him for a long time, and suddenly, the smile on his lips became wider and wider.

His voice was extraordinarily brisk, and the failed ball of dough was left behind by everyone, leaving only a confused cook who didn't know how he became like this: "Of course, the manor will give everyone a photo every year." Individual photos, then collected in albums."

They found the photo album in Louis' room. It wasn't too thick. It was full of photos of Louis. Even the location of the photos was the same. Behind it was the magnificent castle and lawn of the manor, with a Louis in the middle.

It was the first time for Lin Qingyang to see such a young Louis. He looked only five or six years old, and he stood up obediently. His eyes were not as gray as they are now, but still a beautiful green color, and his mouth was soft when he smiled. .

"Ah!" he exclaimed, turning his head to look at Mr. Wilfried now, and then at little Louis in the photo. "It's amazing."

In the following photos, Louis grew up gradually, the smile on his face became less and less, his chin was raised higher and higher, and his expression gradually became proud. Lin Qingyang remembered someone's evaluation before: a proud little penguin.Coupled with Louis's preference for wearing black and white clothing all year round, it seems to fit very well.

Before Lin Qingyang could speak, he felt warm palms on the back of his neck, pinching a little flesh on the back of his neck, and it was a bit ironed. The young master simply squinted his eyes, and was threatened by his housekeeper: "Go Flip back."

"Good good."

In the next photo, Louis lost his smile and looked serious, inexplicably permeable.

The explanation was that Weiwei died this year.

Lin Qingyang nodded to express her understanding, and finally turned to the last photo, which was probably a photo of Louis two years ago. His hair was a little long, and Mr. Wilfred Jr. tied it up with a small rubber band and combed it into a very small ponytail.

Louis, who combed his hair, looked more imposing, with sharp eyes, and even with a light smile on his lips, there was not much tenderness. Compared with the present, he thought he was not alone.

Lin Qingyang stared at Louis in the photo, and rubbed the smooth paper with his fingertips: "I didn't expect Louis to have long hair before."

"At that time, I was too lazy to cut it, so I just left it for a while. Later, I thought it was too troublesome."

"so,"

Louis raised his own question slowly, his fingers passed through Lin Qingyang's soft black hair, and combed it down gently, his eyebrows and eyes were full of confidence that he was determined to win.

"Why does the young master suddenly want to see my photo?"

because……

Lin Qingyang's eyes lingered on the photo for a long time. He had seen Louis' appearance in every stage of his life, so he had no regrets.

"Because I want to know more about Louis." The young master closed the album and pushed it back to the cabinet where the album was placed cherished. "I want to know what Louis was like before and what he looked like."

"But," Louis said abruptly, "I can't see what the young master looked like before."

Lin Qingyang shrugged, and he regretted this too: "The orphanage doesn't have a tradition of taking photos every year. If you want to see it, you can only look for uniform photos taken in the school. To be honest, that thing looks long You don't look like me at all." He complained coquettishly.

After eating the croissant re-baked by the cook, Lin Qingyang calculated the date before the self-selection exam, and then told Lu Yi that he should study hard and not disturb him often during the study time.

The butler was a little surprised that his young master had such a high degree of self-consciousness, and asked, "Is the young master studying so hard? Philip must be very happy to know."

"...I want to take the exam at Louis's school."

The little prince in front of him opened his eyes wide, and the corners of his eyes and brows were more serious than ever. He said such words with the belief that he could, and he also firmly believed that he could,

"I'm going to Imperial College." In some areas, stand with you.

This is really not something that can be achieved just by talking, and Lin Qingyang did the same.

For the next two weeks, including weekends when most people would be slack, Philip could hear the servants in the manor complaining when Philip returned from church. Learning to read and study, as if tireless.

It was Louis, the young master's personal butler, who felt the most about this kind of words.

He didn't expect Lin Qingyang's belief to be so strong. Instead of needing him to wake him up in the past, he got up early to read the papers. When he knocked on the door and brought breakfast from outside, he could already see him There was a thick stack of papers and materials on the table, and even the strong baking aroma couldn't draw his attention back.

Lin Qingyang was encountering a difficult problem. He kicked on his slippers, biting his pen while frowning, and couldn't figure out where the logic of the problem was.

It wasn't until the sound of the tray being lowered that he woke up suddenly. Louis pulled out the pen in his hand, put it aside, and replaced it with black tea that still smelled like tea.

Lin Qingyang lowered her head and silently stuffed the baked bread into her mouth.

Louis bent down and glanced at the paper that Lin Qingyang was working on, and frowned in a rare way: "This set of questions is a bit difficult, how can the young master do this kind of questions?"

"Because the ordinary questions are not difficult enough," Lin Qingyang answered him seriously, "I don't want to go to an ordinary school, but Imperial College. It is not enough to rely on the level of knowledge I have learned before. I need deeper and more difficult ones." The topic, this way the grasp will be greater.”

"Master is a bit different." Louis looked at his expression, Lin Qingyang was a little unbearable, a little red appeared on the base of his ears, he looked away, and even his breathing became short of breath.

Because he has a purpose to achieve.

There are people who want to chase.

"But seeing the young master so tired, I will feel distressed." Louis stretched his brows and eyes, and smiled lightly. "A proper rest can also improve learning efficiency, can't it?"

Lin Qingyang was startled, but before he could react, Louis leaned over in front of him, the shadow was heavy and heavy, covering his whole body, the warmth on his forehead would leave him as soon as he touched it, as if he was silently complaining that he didn't get it a few days ago. The good night kiss seemed to be proud of today's victory.

The tip of the heart was brushed by a petal, leaving a slight tremor.

After the gentlemanly kiss was over, Louis straightened up as if nothing had happened, and motioned to his young master where the bed was not far away.

"It's still only 08:30, young master can go back to bed and sleep again, I don't mind." He ordered the breakfast tray with innocent croissants stacked on the plate, "If you can't sleep, And I could sing a lullaby to the young master—perhaps."

He mentioned it as a joke: "For example, Weiwei used to sing, let me think about it. Go to sleep, go to sleep, my..."

Before he finished speaking, the little prince in front of him seemed to realize what he was going to say next, and the corners of his eyes showed a light color. He covered Louis' mouth to prevent him from continuing to speak, and then heavily The housekeeper pushed it out.

Lin Qingyang stood inside the door and twisted the doorknob, the blush on her face hadn't faded: "I'm going to study hard, Mr. Wilfred."

With a bang, Louis with an innocent look was shut outside the door.

He laughed indulgently: "Okay. Good morning, master."

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-11-2420:15:53~2019-11-2520:41:17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 the mine: 2 of the wind;

Thank you Angel of the Wind for the two mines!Papa papa welcome the new little angel~