Yin Hong

The rooms assigned to guests are all on the first floor, and outside the window is the land full of fresh grapes.Yawen took off his coat and put it on the bed, walked lightly to the window, and slowly folded his sleeves up layer by layer.

He looked up at the world shrouded in night outside the window, thought for a long time, and finally opened the window, "Come in."

The wind that gradually rose at night whizzed past and blew on the windows, blowing the two windows to swing non-stop.Sancer groped to prop up the window sill from the wall, and jumped in. He stared at Yawen with excited and adoring eyes, and his face gradually became clear in the firelight with an indulgent smile, "Yawen .”

"I really don't want to ask you the reason why you insist on following." Yawen just felt that he couldn't laugh or cry, and he was even helpless. While packing his belongings, he asked him, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to follow you." Sancer said, he slowly approached Yawen, but deliberately kept a safe distance, "How did you find me?"

"Because I want to find you." Yawen imitated the way he answered his own question, and at the same time, a vague fragrance penetrated into the tip of his nose for a certain moment, and he turned his head to Sancerre in a little surprise, He sneered and said, "You know how to clean up yourself today."

"Because you said that if you come to see you in ruins next time, you will put my head in the fishermen's bucket." Sancel said, raising his arms in a showy manner.

He was wearing a light brown unlined jacket, the trousers were brought up to the calf, and a dark red belt tucked the hem into the trousers, and his cleaned ankles could be vaguely seen in the cloth shoes.What Yawen finds most novel is that his hair has been combed and smooth, and the extra strands and ends of the hair are pinned behind the ears, revealing his smooth and round forehead, a pair of bright eyes like lights, and a handsome face Full of allure, like a young hunter about to take a companion for a swim.

"It's also fortunate that I have a deep impression on you, otherwise I might not be able to recognize you." Yawen said half-sarcastically and half-appreciatively, and nodded while talking, "If you go to Andre now If so, maybe he will be willing to talk to you."

"I've seen him." Sancer took another step closer, "Andre Leovis, that's his full name, I've already seen him."

"Then next time you see him again, please help me punch him in the face. As his long-standing friend, it's not convenient for me to do such a thing." Yawen packed his luggage, sat down on the bed, Leaning his head against the wall behind him, he looked straight ahead with a half-smile, "Now you can tell me, why did Andre tell you my itinerary here?"

"Because I promised to pay him some gold coins." Sancel followed him and stood by the bed after he lay down, "He told me that your destination is this place called... something Manor, and then I rode up to follow."

"Where did your horse come from?"

"Andre gave it."

The lampstand with candles was placed on the cabinet next to the bed, and Yawen turned his head slightly to look at him by the light.The dirt that had adhered to his body also disappeared, revealing his clean and healthy wheat-colored skin. Under the dim light, his three-dimensional and graceful facial features looked even more beautiful than Andre.

"A businessman who only has money in his eyes," Yawen said softly with a smile after appreciating it, "it's really terrifying."

"I promised not to disrupt your negotiation process." Sancer raised his hands and smiled, speaking in a strange tone, "So even if that guy who looks like a pig speaks rudely, I want to kill you Inserting it into his throat, I also held back."

"Then why don't you just continue to hide in that turbid darkness and never come out again?" Yawen raised his eyebrows and asked, before Sancere could answer, he continued with the next question: "Seeing the punishment?" stage?"

"...I saw it." Sancer replied, his expression became a little dazed, and at the same time he continued to stare at Yawen with complicated and unclear eyes, "What a beautiful portrait, isn't it ?"

"For the sake of our acquaintance, if you want that place to be the end of your life, I will be happy to help you with this little favor." Yawen raised his right arm and put his forearm behind his head, Adjust into a more comfortable posture, "let you be freed from this world and become one of the thousands of undead."

"You see, you forgot again." Sancer said again, pursing his lips, "I said I didn't want to die yet."

"Of course I remember," Yawen squinted at him with teasing eyes, "I just don't believe you." He paused, looked at Sancerre's increasingly aggrieved expression, and frowned uncontrollably, "I Do you still remember that I told you to stop showing such disgusting expressions?"

"But only when I show this kind of expression, you will have other expressions, Yawen." Sancel looked at his frowning eyebrows, and instantly relaxed the tense expression on his face, pointing with a smile on his face. Pointing to the center of Yawen's eyebrows, "Look, so I can know that you are not happy now."

Yawen retracted the arm behind his head, moved his whole body down, and lay down on the bed, deciding not to pay any attention to this pirate with serious psychological problems.

He is extremely stupid most of the time, like a child who has just started to speak, but sometimes he really looks like a great pirate who has experienced many battles, as if through his expression, he can be seen standing on the bow of the ship. .

But at least in this state, Yawen is not willing to continue this stupid topic with him at all.

So he simply closed his eyes, not caring at all that there was a pirate standing beside him.

After a while, he felt that Sanssel's hands were pressing on the sides of his body, causing the mattresses on both sides to sag, and the bed board made a creaking sound.

Yawen opened his eyes and looked expressionlessly at the pirate who was staring down his throat.

Sancer stood on tiptoe and knelt on the bed on one knee. He carefully observed the healed and scabbed wound on Yawen's collarbone, and rubbed it lightly with his fingers.

The itchy and numb feeling spread to the brain along the wound, like an invisible bug crawling rapidly along his skin.Yawen reached out and grabbed Sancerre's wrist, controlling his fingers to leave his skin, "I'm too lazy to raise my leg to kick you anymore, so you'd better keep quiet, Sancerre."

Sancer stopped all his movements and nodded with a smile, "You remember to call me by my name."

Yawen let go of his wrist, put the back of his hand against his neck, and pushed him away from the bed, "Go back and squat where you squatted before, and enjoy your night," he said coldly Staring at Sancel who opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, "If you don't listen to me carefully, I will really be rude to you."

"I listen to you." Aware of his gradually becoming harsh tone, Sancel did not continue, he stepped back from the bed, retreated to the corner, and asked again: "Can I stay in the room?" ?”

"can."

Yawen replied.After that, he didn't hear any extra noises. The weird pirate seemed to have really fallen asleep obediently. He restrained his rogue-like emotions and excessive words, and suppressed all movements in the cold air of the night. .

Before falling into sleep completely, Yawen once again recalled how he stood quietly on the abandoned scooter, as silent as a wanderer who had always been alone.

When the morning light shone into the room, Yawen heard a noisy and flustered sound outside. He woke up and lay flat on the bed to pay attention to these sounds.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound coming from the window, and Yawen turned his head to see that Sancel was standing up and closing the window again, then leaning his back against the wall, with a cheerful smile on his face, "It's very lively outside, don't you plan to Want to see it?"

"We'll talk about it after they're done." Yawen didn't seem to care at all, he sat up calmly, leaned against the head of the bed as he did last night, picked up the coat on one side with one hand, "Who's here?"

"Some strange people." Sancer curved one corner of his mouth and raised one eyebrow at the same time. He smiled for a while, and added: "Wearing commoner clothes, carrying a big knife."

"What's so strange about this? You're just of the same kind." Yawen snorted, "The only difference is that you are richer and own one more boat than them."

"I still have gunpowder." Sancer gestured with his hands, "like a cannon with such a big mouth."

"It's probably some thieves passing by here?" Yawen guessed self-consciously, "But such a large manor, with the financial resources of the Merrill family, it should be impossible to have no one."

"Aren't you afraid?" Sancel came over and squatted beside his bed, "What if they didn't stop me?"

"Can you beat them?" Yawen asked back.

"I can fight." Sancer said without humility, his expression was as unpredictable as ever, he looked neither proud nor calm, "A group of people who lose their weapons and are powerless You idiot, why can't you beat him?"

"You really are not humble at all." Yawen shook his head leisurely, "Don't make yourself ugly because of this sentence."

Sancer did not answer him.But he put away the emotions on his face, and he didn't seem very happy. He stood up and shook his clothes, and said, "How about I go out and deal with them? This way you can get on the carriage early and go back without being trapped." Been here too long."

"If you want to go, go."

"So if I solve them, will I get paid?" Sancer asked again, his confused and excited eyes fell on Yawen, full of awkwardness and anticipation, "Yawen?"

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