the culprit

Heken was sick for half a month, and Doris cooked most of the meals.The sickly man finally couldn't bear it anymore and dropped the plate, lying on his side on the bed panting heavily while cursing that the food was unpalatable, the maid ran out of the master's room with a sad face, begging the chef who had lost a lot of weight to cook something again.

Only old Jack was still healthy and healthy as always, and quietly watched Cyril as always.The boy had been sleeping in Felix's room every night since his return, and he had reported to the master that the sickly man cursed bitterly with a pale face, then lay down with his chest covered, shivering under the blanket.

Felix heard all the words Heken scolded without exception, and he wasn't angry, he just thought it was ridiculous.Heken is probably the person in the manor who knows his work and rest best. Vampires are used to being active at night. Even if the boy hugs the pillow and waits timidly and expectantly for him to take him in every night, all he can do is wrap the boy in a blanket. Let him fall asleep in bed alone.If the young man had really done anything to him at night, after thinking about it, all he could do was hold his hand and repeatedly ask anxiously when the deep-bone burns would heal.

Occasionally still asks to suck his blood.

Felix always refuses flatly.

Fortunately, apart from the two of them who were silent in the manor, the only one who could talk was the ill Heken.When the mutes got together, they could only sign in sign language. Felix didn't care about what they said, and Cyril couldn't understand it either.

Gossip doesn't live on this estate.

Now the young man seems to have completely understood the matter of his father. When he was with Felix, he never mentioned his father again, nor did he say anything like "I killed my mother".But most of the time he didn't talk to Felix. After all, Felix should be resting when he woke up, and when Felix was awake and active, he always slept soundly and deeply.

The new semester is about to begin, and the weather is getting warmer.The carriage was waiting in the courtyard that was beginning to turn green. The young man walked lightly outside Felix's room with his newly purchased suitcase. Seeing that the door was unlocked, he smiled happily and stretched out his hand to gently open the door. After walking in, he stared at Felix's completely healed back of his hand for a while in the dimly lit room before exiting the room and going downstairs.

When he was in ninth grade, the teenager received a letter from his father.In the letter the earl stated that he did not intend to allow him to continue his studies.After reading the letter, the 15-year-old boy calmly folded the letter paper, turned around and put it in his box.He felt that no matter what decision his father made or what he did, he could take it calmly—he accepted the fact that he was hated by his father and the fact that he was a victim, and he would not be sad long ago.

It was already evening when we returned to the manor, and my uncle was not there.The boy got out of the carriage just as old Jack came out.Taking a quick glance, the boy found that the old man's back was bent badly, and his face full of dimples was no longer as healthy and rosy as before.

When the old man saw him, he didn't say hello. He looked away and walked towards the back of the house with staggering steps.Cyril walked into the house slowly with his luggage, went upstairs, walked through the long corridor, walked into the room where the door would never be locked, and stuffed a book of poetry under Felix's pillow.

This is his favorite collection of poems. He once thought that he would take it with him wherever he went to study in the future.Maybe he will turn it over a hundred and one thousand times, until the corners of it are curled up, until it is broken by him.

But now it seems that that is out of reach.

It's better to give your favorite poetry collection to someone you like.

Cyril glanced at the sleeping vampire.

I don't know what he did when he was 13 years old. Although Felix still tried his best to maintain a cold attitude afterwards, he could detect the change in the vampire's attitude.At that time, he was still a little worried and afraid, secretly guessing that Felix really had some ulterior thoughts about him as Uncle Heken said.But after a long time, he found that it was not like that.Just like Uncle Hickey could never have mercy on the tyrant, if Felix is ​​really what he guessed, he shouldn't have an attitude of compassion towards him.

On the one hand, he is afraid of Felix, and on the other hand, he has a sense of closeness because he was saved by him. He can't help but want to get close to Felix, curious about everything about him, and wants to stay with him, even if they were alone at that time One is awake and one is asleep.Unexpectedly, Felix was very tolerant of him and never got annoyed by his interruptions. Even if he made some unbelievable requests occasionally, Felix would accommodate him.

Many times, Cyril felt that Felix was like a shepherd, and he was a lamb following the shepherd.The lamb needs to look up at the shepherd, and the shepherd looks at the lamb with compassion—that kind of look is absolutely invisible to him when he is awake, only when Felix comes to hug him when he is extremely sleepy, then he can use his own Those drowsy eyes caught that look.The first time he thought it was an illusion, but after the second and third times, he knew it was true. The shepherd picked up the sleepy lamb and murmured unreal whispers.

So the boy thought that he and Felix could become as close as they were with Mary before. He made tea for Felix and read to him, but at that time Felix was very indifferent.It is as if the shepherd is willing to touch the lamb, and is willing to hold the lamb to sleep. The shepherd gives the lamb mercy and compassion, but he is unwilling to give affection.

Cyril looked down at Felix.

He has been here for ten years.

He had grown taller, and old Jack had grown older, and Fat Cook was bony and sick now, and Uncle Hickey was gray and weak as the living dead.They have all been through a lot.But only Felix's time was frozen, his blond hair was dazzling, and he was as handsome as ever.

Monsters never grow old.

The boy couldn't help reaching out his hand, and quietly took a strand of blond hair into his hand.

The immortal monster told him that all living things must die, and the immortal monster wiped away his tears under the sun and pardoned him for his innocence.

He must have been alive only from that moment.He has let go of the sins on his body, and will no longer be knocked down by any rumors, ridicule, or even bullying, and will no longer deliberately try to use extreme means to win his father's attention.He understands poetry, understands music, and finally appreciates the beauty of painting, all thanks to the monster.

So he also wanted to give Felix something.

He has nothing.

So I tried my best to like this monster.The boy would be very happy if something could be done for him.

He brought back his favorite poetry book and stuffed it under the vampire's pillow.

He hopes that Felix can also read his favorite poems, and that Felix can also let go of his senses and experience the world that intoxicates him.

He hoped that Felix could understand who had saved him.

If possible, the lamb hopes to take the shepherd to a place with more grazing grass, to a wider and warmer place. The lamb hopes that the shepherd will have no worries, and hope that the shepherd can get out of the cage as soon as possible.

Felix awoke to find a book under his pillow.The cover is half-new and not old, and the edges of the hard shell have rough edges.Light a candle and look closer to the light. It is a collection of poems.

Presumably Cyril was back.

Every time he went home, Cyril always brought him a new book, sometimes it was a collection of poems, sometimes it was a travelogue.He could imagine what kind of mood the young man read those travel notes, and he also knew that one day he would leave here.

Felix looked down at the poetry book in his hand.

This is an old book.

Opening the book, there is a line of small characters written on the plain butterfly page. The font is still a little childish, but it is written very seriously.

To Felix

Cyril would never have written this before.

Rubbing the small words with his fingers, Felix frowned slightly.

He sat in the room and read the poems all night. At dawn, he got up and put the collection of poems back under the pillow, put on his cloak and walked out of the room.For the first time in history, Heken returned to the manor in the morning light, his expression was as bad as ever, and he still held a letter in his hand.In the past, the letters were sent to the manor, but now the messengers know that it is better to send them directly to the brothel.

He bumped into Felix head-on when he entered the door. With an ouch, he took two steps back and hit the table with the vase behind him. The high-quality slender-necked porcelain shook twice and fell to the ground, shattering to the ground with a bang.Heken cursed distractedly, and rudely stuffed the opened letter into Felix's arms. He didn't speak, and was about to go back to his room with his head down, but unexpectedly, he was grabbed by the vampire. sleeve.

"Did Harris send you any other letters?"

The tired Heken was about to deny the words, but just opened his mouth when he suddenly remembered that he had indeed received a letter from his brother a month ago.But it was a rather ordinary "family letter", and the content mentioned had nothing to do with Felix. He threw it in the drawer after reading it. If Felix didn't suddenly mention it now, he would have forgotten it all. .

"Why are you asking this?" Hecken glanced at Felix warily, and a trace of ominousness flashed in Hucken's heart.

"Is it related to Cyril?"

really.

Hucken rolled his eyes in annoyance, raised his hand and waved Felix away.

It's disgusting enough.

Seeing that he refused to answer, Felix did not press him.Zhan Xin took a quick glance, and after returning the letter paper to Heken, he tightened his cloak and left the manor.

Two days later, Heken received another letter from his brother.He was lying sleepy on the bed at that time, and Doris handed over the letter, and he waved her out, until he heard the sound of the door closing, and then cut the sealing wax with the letter opener.After reading a few lines hastily, he suddenly sat up in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he saw, blinked several times, and read the letter from the beginning several times, he couldn't believe that his brother had changed his mind.

He called Doris in and told her to give the letter to Cyril.

The always headstrong elder brother will never change his decision.

This is the first time.

Still for Cyril.

Heken couldn't help but wonder what happened to his brother in the past few days.