Yin Hong

The sun had set a little lower, and the sunlight could already seep in along the window sill, crawling inch by inch on the floor, climbing along every gap between the planks.The Bonardi Duran family’s house is not big. It was built by Alvin’s father, Abt, after choosing to move out of the city a few years ago. There are only three rooms in the small house, a small kitchen, and a Not a spacious living room, the dining table is placed at the junction of the living room and the kitchen.It was a small table made of carefully polished and smooth wood, with four chairs placed beside the table, which was just right for their small family.

In fact, Abbott and Charlotte were already rich enough to afford the price of a manor, but they seemed to prefer this kind of small life in the mountains and forests, and they didn't like the noisy market and crowded streets when they went out. People pass by the door repeatedly every day.They were already tired of that tiresome life, and they planned to devote themselves to the tranquility, so they moved here overnight with several large boxes of clothes and necessities on the first day the house was just built.

However, they don't plan to have dinner at home today, so they don't have to worry about the problem that the table will not be able to accommodate due to one more guest.

In the room, the boy with delicate face was sitting upright at the dining table, resting his cheek in one hand and flipping through the books on the table with the other. His immature face was shining in the sunlight. Under the light, it looks like an angel descending to the mortal world.

"You two brothers, do you want to go to the backyard to chat first?" Charlotte suggested, "Don't forget to bring Sancerre with you. By the way, tell the driver of the Wilken Chamber of Commerce and let him go back first, and we will make preparations." , we can leave in a while, it is still early, even if we walk into the city, there is more than enough time."

Hearing her words, the young boy raised his head, his thick eyelashes fluttered, his eyes moved along, and when he saw Yawen, he smiled happily, his dimples slightly The ground is sunken on his cheek, making him appear younger, "Brother."

Then his eyes moved to Sancerre's body, his smile froze suddenly, and his eyes suddenly became no longer warm. After Charlotte turned around, his expression did not look like a boy , blatantly revealing a touch of hostility.

"You go to the backyard and wait for me first," Yawen patted Sancerre's shoulder with the back of his hand knowingly, and said to Albert, his younger brother, "I'll tell the driver, I'll be right there." He said He narrowed his eyes again, lowered his voice and threatened, "Don't mess around."

The coachman was a good-spoken and honest man, Yawen handed him a few coins as a reward, and let him drive the carriage back.When he went around the house and came to the backyard, he saw Sancerre and Albert facing each other, their eyes were fixed on each other, and it seemed that even the air around them was frozen.

"For a moment, I was looking forward to your fight." Yawen said with a smile as he walked over, "That scene must be very interesting."

"Alvin." Albert laughed again, he withdrew his gaze from Sancerre, and walked to Alvin's side.Although his appearance is not that handsome of an adult man, but the rounded outline that has not fully grown out makes him very cute, like a child who is still being held in the hands of his parents - at least on the surface It seems so.

"How are you recently?"

"Do you think I look good?" Yawen asked back, he stretched out his hand to lift the clumps of hair on Albert's forehead, and looked carefully, "I haven't seen you for a few months, and I've grown up a bit. "

"It doesn't look good at all." Albert said, squinting at Sancerre, his eyes were completely different from when he faced Yawen, "What have you done to my brother?"

"Guess." Sancer's expression was also different from usual, full of arrogance, like an arrow ready to go, his face was filled with that long-lost weird smile, and he looked at Albert He said contemptuously, "Even if I do something, he is willing to do it himself. Can you control it?"

"Usually, I can't beat you." Albert first smiled cutely, and then his face turned cold for a moment, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed without the slightest curvature, "But now you have a broken arm, and a brainless There is no difference between pigs, if you want to stab you to death, it is as simple as cutting a piece of fat and tender beef with a knife, why should I not control it?"

Ever since they started quarreling, Yawen has been watching with a half-smile - not that he doesn't want to stop it, but that these two people are extremely troublesome problematic people in his eyes, and they meet and quarrel like this , It is pitifully rare, but also very interesting.

"Of course, you are so powerful, little whirlwind on the sea." Sancel waved his hands and made a twirling gesture, but his face was full of infinite sneering, and it was impossible to tell that he was praising, "The knife makes you Well, with a whoosh, it can directly penetrate the chest of some unlucky guy."

"Stay away from my brother, or you will be the next unlucky guy." Albert put his hands on his waist, hooked his little finger around a copper ring hanging on his belt, and said fiercely.

Before he drew the unknown weapon, Yawen held out his hand to stop him, "Okay, Albert."

"Alvin..." Albert frowned, he looked at his brother reluctantly, and felt Sancel's proud eyes along the way, which burned his skin to the point of burning stand up.

"If you fight here, you will only lure mom out of that quiet little kitchen, and then you will expose the little job you have hidden for so long, and maybe you will be kicked out of the house by your furious dad, and from then on There will be no chance to come back in the future." Yawen said, "What's more, you will have a chance to meet at sea in the future, won't you? Then have a good fight, and no one will stop you."

Albert snorted, "He is several years older than me, and if he really fights, he will only be called a bully, and I have nothing to lose."

"We have to go," Yawen gave Sancerre a warning look before he refuted back again, and then patted Albert's head twice, "Go help mom first, I'll be there soon Come."

"What are you going to tell him?" Albert asked cautiously. "Don't keep it from me."

"I'm just worried that you two will quarrel again." Yawen pushed him lightly, "Go, wait for me at the door."

Albert looked at Yawen again, glanced at Sancerre, and left with a cold snort.

After he walked away, Yawen turned around, looked at Sancerre and shook his head, "Like a child, making trouble for no reason."

"He's just a child," Sancer said angrily. "Even Casper says he's too young. It's just unreasonable for this kid to start messing around at sea at such a young age."

"Heaven doesn't allow it?" Yawen laughed a few times, "As a pirate who burns, kills, loots, and abandons humanity and morality ruthlessly, and tramples on his feet, don't mention things related to 'sky' or 'God' Yes, it sounds ridiculous."

"I'm just paraphrasing Casper's words," Sancer said, "and who stipulated that pirates can't have a pious heart and sincerely believe in God?"

"Don't be kidding, even if you say this sentence a thousand times, I won't believe you believe in God." Yawen stopped, grabbed his arm and weighed it, "Can your pig's hand move? "

"It's a human hand, not a pig's hand." Sancel frowned, "Don't listen to that kid's nonsense. It can already move."

"The medical environment on your ship is too bad. Ms. Dajuli just dealt with it briefly and controlled the injury. I will go to Dr. Dandry's house with you tomorrow. That is the ship doctor on our ship. The material and materials are complete." Yawen put down his hand, turned around and planned to leave, "Stay in the room and don't run around, I will ask mother to leave some food for you."

"Alvin." Sancer grabbed him and made him turn around again.

Yawen was dragged back by him, and when he was about to ask a question, he felt a wet touch on his lips. Sancerre's lips were rubbing against them, like a lone beast in the forest carefully licking its own wounds, The tip of his tongue lightly brushed against his lips.

After a few rubs, Sancer took a step back as soon as he saw it, and looked at Yawen intently, as if he was guarding against him angrily stretching out his fist to hit him.

Yawen didn't punch as he thought, but raised his eyebrows easily and asked, "Are you looking for death?"

"You did this before." Sancer said without reason, "Why can't I?"

"Because there are some things that only I can do." After Yawen finished speaking, he took a few steps back and looked at both sides of the room. After making sure that no one was there, he walked back and grabbed Sancerre's collar. The lips collided with him heavily.

Sancel snorted, the inside of his lips hurt from being hit by his teeth, and before he could ease the tingling sensation, Yawen blocked his breath again.

Yawen grabbed his collar with one hand, and his waist with the other, until his back touched the wooden outer wall of the house, and then he changed into a posture of embracing him, kissing his lips Grinding vigorously.This kiss was like a long spear, instantly piercing through his entire body along his mouth, nailing his soul, hanging on the cross of punishing sins, and enduring an infinitely strong impact.

Sancer raised his head, panted and opened his eyes, staring intently at the gaze that Yawen was looking at him.Yawen continued to kiss him deeply, watched his face turn red with blood, as bright as the sea in the setting sun, and then let him go.

Sancerre stared at him blankly, the flush on his face slowly subsided, and after a while, he suddenly became excited, with a smile on his face, and hooked Yawen with his still moving hand, "Yawen ...It's great, it feels...it's great!"

Yawen was pulled forward by him, and almost collided with him again. Hearing what he said again, he rubbed against the tip of his nose a few times, and sneered: "If you can still feel it, it means you It’s still normal, not as completely crazy, which is good news.” He propped himself up, and said, “Don’t forget what I just said, don’t mess around with things at home, I’ll come back later, I still have something to ask you .”

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