Yin Hong

The house of Alvin's family is not far from the outskirts of Jerez, and it can be reached within a short time by carriage. Going up the tall green hill, you can see the city wall of Jerez standing at the door.

The coachman of Leovis Manor sent Yawen to the door and went back.Yawen paced along the path alone, and it was only in the dead of night that he felt the convulsions of hunger, hunger, and unbearable from his abdomen.

When he entered the house, his mother, Charlotte Bonnardi Duran, was stirring a berry juice in her hand. When she saw him coming back, she tilted her head and said hello: "Welcome home, my sweetheart."

"Something happened in the city today. Are you and Dad okay?" Yawen took off his coat and hung it on the shelf by the door, walked to the table and sat down, resting his hands on the table and watching her rushing in and out.

"Oh! Of course, we live so far away that the bad guys can't get here, and besides, we really have nothing in the house but maps and charts—not even bread... maybe a few ?" Charlotte thought for a while, and simply handed him the juice in her hand, "You drink it first, I'll look for it."

"Thank you." Yawen took the juice and drank it in one gulp. The sticky and sweet berry juice slid down his throat and into his empty stomach, instantly bringing a feeling of fullness and fullness.

He squinted his eyes contentedly, and when he put down the cup, Charlotte was coming out with two slices of bread and butter, handing them to him and saying, "Tomorrow I have to go to the market to buy some food, otherwise your father I might not even bother to get up tomorrow morning."

"It makes sense." Yawen smiled and took a bite of bread, "Look now, he doesn't even bother to come out to meet my son when he comes back."

"Yawen! Don't talk about your father like that," Charlotte said with one hand on her hip. "We were so busy today with the final processing of a map, and we even had a dispute—in the end, of course, I convinced him." , so he is probably still sulking now, so don't provoke him today, and you can have a good talk tomorrow morning."

"Of course I listen to you."

"Oh, that's right." Charlotte suddenly clapped her palms together, hurriedly walked into the room again, and came out with an envelope after a while, "Your brother sent a letter, saying it's next month I will go home, do you have a trip next month?"

"I'm not sure about this. I have to ask Andre tomorrow." Yawen took the letter and looked at it. There were only a few sentences in the letter, explaining the time and greetings when he came back.

"Then you must remember to ask, I've been looking forward to having dinner with my family," Charlotte patted the hem of her skirt, took off a piece of cloth around her waist, folded it and placed it on the table "And I haven't seen that Andre kid for a while, how is he doing?"

"great."

"That's good." After packing up everything, Charlotte clapped her hands again, and put a kiss on Yawen's face, "Then I'll go in first, and I have to coax your child-like father, You remember to rest early, dear."

"Good night, Mom, see you tomorrow."

Yawen watched her walk into the room, spread butter on the bread with one hand, picked up the letter again with the other hand, and carefully looked at every corner of the letter paper until all the slices of bread were eaten , he slowly put the letter back into the envelope.

After that, he went back to the room he had been away for more than a month. The room was very clean. It could be seen that his hard-working mother had been cleaning it meticulously for him, so he simply tidied it up and lay down on the bed. Or less heavy eyelids, enjoying this silent and quiet darkness.

In such an environment where the whole world seemed to be still, any disturbance seemed to be echoing in the ear, so Yawen sharply opened his eyes the moment the window was pushed open.Especially when he saw that the person who fell on his bed from the window in the middle of the night was the inexplicable pirate, he kicked it almost without thinking.

Sancer seemed to have expected that he would raise his leg, turned over quickly, and pressed him on top of him, "Yarvin."

"How do you know I'm here?" Yawen looked at him through the bright and bright moonlight outside the window, and found that although he was still in a mess, he was in surprisingly good spirits, as if he had just had a good night's sleep I feel like I'm about to start a brand new day.

"I saw it." Sancer kept suppressing his movements, and said with the corners of his mouth bent, "You walked into the prison with that Andre, and I followed, and I have been following you ever since."

"Did you follow?" Yawen raised his bushy eyebrows, his expression became a little serious.

"Yeah, I followed." Sancer seemed to be curious, stretched out his finger and poked Yawen's twitching eyebrows a few times, and continued, "Those idiots who only know to guard the door can't catch it at all." Stop me, I went in from the other side, and I heard your conversation—I heard you asking about me." He smiled strangely, with a drunken and joyful expression, "I'm so happy."

Yawen took a breath, quickly sorted out his thoughts, and by the way, completely awakened his brain that had just entered a sleep state, and then grabbed Sancerre's arm with one hand and pulled it above his head, and the other Grab the belt he was riding on, reverse the positions of the two people, then let go of the hand holding his belt, and pressed his throat with his forearm, "I didn't ask anything before, I don’t know those questions, can I find the answer from you?”

Sancer didn't care about this dangerous posture, he kept rubbing his chin against Yawen's forearm lightly, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to ask?"

"For example, do you have any relationship with the group of pirates caught today?"

"My partners parked the boat in a deserted place. It is impossible for them to come to the city." Sancer slightly twisted the hand that was held by Yawen a few times, and did not achieve anything. Then he gave up struggling, "It's not fun at all to rob those farmers and shepherds."

Hearing what he said, Yawen suddenly laughed helplessly, "I forgot, you weirdo never does normal things." He stopped laughing twice, and asked again: "Then what is there on the sea?" Where's the big pool of blood? You know what?"

"Blood?" Sancel raised his unbound finger and pointed at himself, "Don't you smell it? I just swam across that sea of ​​blood. It stinks and is disgusting. "

"Knowing that you are disgusting means you can still be saved." Yawen looked at him with disgust and contempt, "Next time if you continue to bother me with such disgusting things, I will push your head into the fishermen to wash away the fish. In a bucket of scales, it makes you sick."

"I don't have a home here, where can I find water that can wash my body?" Sancer looked puzzled and confused, "Steal it?"

"What I want to express is that you'd better not come to me again." Yawen looked at him amusedly, "Besides, you are a pirate, isn't robbery a natural thing?"

"Yarvin." Sancer stared at him with interest, "You are encouraging me to do bad things."

"I'm just stating the facts. After all, my captain is a businessman who is very good at dealing with various types of businesses, so I also have to learn to empathize." Yawen stretched out his hand to brush Sancerre's hair, palm Pressing his heart against his forehead, "You probably can't think of any smart way in your head."

Sancer stared at Yawen who was staring into his own eyes without moving. After only a few seconds of silence, he suddenly raised his chin and poked upwards.

Yawen saw through the thoughts hoarded in the pirate's mind almost at the same time. He didn't evade at all, and directly raised his knee, controlling the strength to hit the deadly spot between Sancer's legs.

"Ah!" Sancer let out a low voice, raised his head instinctively, and rubbed his lips dangerously along the tip of Yawen's nose.

"I've known you for several days, and you seem to be getting more courageous every day." Yawen looked down at his slightly painful expression and said softly, "Shh, don't wake up my parents."

"...If it is any heavier, I will be crippled by you, Yawen." Sanser gritted his teeth and smiled dryly, the expression on his face finally became a little cautious, and it seemed that he was indeed affected. A little startled, "Yawen."

"You seem to be very interested in my name." Yawen heard him whisper his name twice, so he asked, "Why?"

"You need a reason to be interested?" Sancer relaxed his body again, and the tense muscles on his arms also relaxed. He laid his whole body under Yawen's body, tightly fitting into the quilt, " I'm just interested in you, for no reason."

This despicable posture does not reflect the original sinisterness of the pirate at all. His expression at the moment looks as ordinary as the most normal townspeople. His eyes are even full of love, like a traveler who has trekked from afar. He is telling the one he loves about his long-buried heart.

But Yawen didn't believe him, never believed him.

He actually admired the skill shown by this pirate named Sancerre from the bottom of his heart.He can change the emotion on his face in an instant and the words he will blurt out in the next second. He is like a dangerous hunter hiding in the jungle. If he is not paying attention, he may open his bloody mouth and use it His razor-sharp teeth chopped and devoured a well-meaning unwary man.

Yawen felt a little disgusted and tired. He closed his eyes and changed the subject: "Are you going to watch the execution tomorrow?"

"That's my purpose," said Sancerre.

"Then don't bother me at this time." Yawen rubbed the back of his aching head, loosened the restraint on Sancerre, "You go, if you are unlucky, I can still be there tomorrow see you."

Sancer sat up, approached cautiously, and said with a smile, "Seeing me is misfortune, like a wolf that has snatched a fox's prey. Is that how it feels?"

Yawen's gaze quickly focused back on him, as sharp as a sword piercing through his chest in an instant.

"I'm leaving, Alvin." Sancerre didn't continue, he laughed a few times in a low and presumptuous voice, and jumped out of the window, but before leaving, he turned around and added: "I know your brother's Well, his name is Albert, Albert Bernardi-Duran, isn't it?"

The author has something to say:. . .Why is hunger also harmonized?

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