Yin Hong

"I'm glad you can come, and I wish you all the best." Charlotte stood at the door of the house and sent the Leovis family away. They drove away slowly in the carriage, the wheels rattling on the gravel on the ground. The sound, the flames ignited on the car gradually faded away, disappearing in the distance of the road like the afterimage of fireflies.

Yawen stood beside Charlotte and watched them go away.Albert and Albert had already entered the house again, and Charlotte was rubbing her hands and preparing to enter the house. Seeing that Yawen was still standing there, she asked aloud, "My dear, what's the matter?"

"You go in first, Mom." Yawen turned back and smiled at her, "I'll be there in a while."

"Then come in quickly, I have prepared hot tea for you, warm up your body before going to sleep."

"Okay, come on."

Charlotte gently covered the door, but did not close it completely.After seeing her walk in, Yawen turned around again and walked towards the path in front of the door.The night breeze blows with the coolness that penetrates the heart, and the coldness that hits the cheek feels like a knife blade is sticking to the skin tightly. Yawen wraps his outer robe tighter, and will easily The neckline that is poured into the cold wind is pulled well.

He walked slowly to the side of the path and stood there for a while. There was silence all around him, only the wind blowing through the branches and grass was still passing by.He thought for a while, raised his steps and walked around a thick tree, staring at the person leaning on the trunk lightly.

"The two times you appeared, you were as pitiful as a bereaved dog." Yawen stretched out his hand and raised his face, and at the same time there was a cold touch on his fingertips, "This time it's better, at least it's not as messy as last time .”

"...Alvin." Sancer looked up at Alvin.His hair has grown a little longer, and can probably cover his eyebrows. His face is much haggard, his eyes are black and blue, and his eyes are not as bright as before. The whole person has lost weight, and the outline of his bones is wrapped in flesh It won't be as sharp-edged, but it's much more pronounced than before.

This guy looks like he's been abused non-stop for the past few months.Yawen came to such a conclusion in his mind.He raised both hands, covering Sancerre's cheeks respectively, the temperature under his palms was icy cold, as cold as a stone wall in winter, not at all the temperature that the skin should maintain.

"In such a cold winter day, you are dressed as if you just came back from the south." Yawen gently rubbed the skin on his cheek twice with his right thumb, feeling that the place where his fingers rubbed was slightly warmer Finally, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Isn't it cold?"

"..." Sancer lowered his head again, buried his whole face in Yawen's palm, and remained silent for a long time, "...cold."

Yawen struggled in his heart for a few seconds, then quickly withdrew his hand as if resigned to his fate, sighed and took off his warm and thick coat, and put it on Sancel's body from the front, "Come in with me, mother is not asleep yet, Ask her to pour you a glass of hot water."

When he was about to leave, Sancer took a step forward, hugged Yawen through the large robe, and even rubbed his neck affectionately a few times, and finally brought the sound in his voice. Some pleasant smiles, "I've been leaning here just now without moving, how did you see me?"

"I didn't see you." Yawen said, "I thought it was a lost little animal that got lost at my door, thinking that if it froze to death here, the elders of this little thing might come to attack me in the future. We, that's why we came to see."

"But I have no elders." Sancer tightened his arms around his back, "I can't threaten you."

"What are you threatening us for?" Yawen laughed, "There are no gold coins randomly placed in boxes in our house, nor any valuables, only piles of thick books and nautical charts thrown all over the room , what is there to ask for?"

"With you," Sancer said in a muffled voice, "I can threaten your parents to hand you over to me, so that I can take you to the sea and do what I want."

"Then what is your purpose for doing this?" Yawen narrowed his eyes in the dark, with a sly and contemptuous smile like a fox staring at its prey with sinister eyes, "possess me?"

His dangerous tone seemed to have awakened Sancel, Sancer retreated from his arms, put on the coat backwards, and touched Yawen's hand lightly, "Go in. "

Yawen didn't care about his behavior of changing the subject, but he avoided his outstretched hand and walked to the door of the cabin first. He deliberately ignored Sancer's complicated eyes staring at him closely behind him, making the pirate Standing alone like an abandoned child.

When he reached the door, he knocked on the door frame, raised his eyebrows and turned his head to wait for Sancel to follow.

Sancerre stood far away beside the big tree, wearing the robe that Yawen gave him, he stood there hesitantly, as if he was considering something carefully, until Yawen waited for a long time , and then slowly walked over.

Yawen ignored his downcast gaze, pushed the door and walked in, "Mom."

"What's the matter?" Charlotte was tidying up the cutlery on the table, she raised her head and asked Alvin, and then she saw Sancerre who was following him, and hurriedly dropped the things in her hand and ran over, " Sancerre! I haven't seen you for a long time, oh my God, you don't look well, are you cold?"

"I'm fine, ma'am." Sancel immediately put away the downcast look on his face, showing the same bright smile as when he came here for the first time before, but this smile was covered up by him so that it didn't look so fake, It still couldn't conceal the haggardness that had lingered on his face for a long time, and he looked as weak as a dying patient.

Yawen watched with cold eyes, his eyes firmly fixed on Sancerre's face, not letting go of any subtle movements and expressions on him, his eyes were as severe as a judge who was judging a prisoner.

"Son, my baby, hurry up and get him a towel. The hot water is on the table, warm it up before you bring it." Charlotte was busy pouring hot tea for Sancerre while commanding Yawen, she seemed to be particularly worried about this young man whom she had only met a few times, as if she was treating her own child with the same care.

Yawen put down his hands that had been clasped around his chest, fetched towels and hot water as Charlotte said, and then supported her shoulders, "Come on, Mom, I'll take him to the room to change first." A few warm clothes, come out later."

"It's late, baby, go to bed early after you settle him down, your father and little Albert are already in the room, it's okay to meet again tomorrow morning, I'll pack these things first." Charlotte snapped Patted Yawen's head, and stroked Sancerre's hair a few more times, "Go back to the room, children, I wish you a good dream."

"Then you have a good rest," Yawen exchanged a kiss with her, "good night."

Yawen took Sancerre into his room, he threw a hot towel on Sancerre's head, and lit the oil lamp in the room.

Sancer wiped his face with a towel a few times. He could see that he was absent-minded and not very energetic. After wiping, he put down the towel, took off his coat and handed it back to Yawen.

"When did you come back?" Yawen sat on the bed, untied the ropes tied around the trouser legs and boot shafts, and asked Sancel with his head tilted.

"Today," Sancer whispered, "in the afternoon. I was almost caught by the soldiers, and I managed to get away."

Yawen stopped and stared at him coldly.

"They didn't see my appearance." Sancer raised the volume a little bit, and defended himself, "I was just seen by them getting off the boat, with my back to them and wearing a hat all the time. After a while they chased them off."

Only then did Yawen nodded, took the boots off his feet and put them aside, then went to deal with the boots on the other side.

"Yawen."

"Say."

"I had a fight with someone at sea, and I was wounded and dying," Sancer stood beside him, approaching cautiously. "At that time, I ran into your brother."

"Stop listening to his nonsense."

Sancer was taken aback, "Are you defending me?"

Yawen finally took off both boots, turned over and lay down on the bed, "You can think so."

"He didn't talk nonsense," Sancer said. "He said that in my state, I could be hurt by someone who was also on the boat at any time, and finally thrown into the bottom of the sea. He was right."

Yawen looked up at him without saying anything.

Sancer attached himself, with his hands resting on Yawen's side.His flimsy clothes were attached to his body, and it was hard to imagine that he had stood in the cold wind for so long wearing this clothes that had no protection against the cold, "I found what I was looking for. Yawen, I organized it The language is gone, do you want to hear it now?"

"Do not want to."

Sancer was stunned again, and he looked at Alvin blankly, like those new sailors on the Tlandia who suddenly panicked after encountering a storm for the first time.

"I told you to give you a few days to think about it before, but now those days have passed long ago, and I'm not in such a hurry." Yawen leisurely pressed his left arm behind his head, raised his right hand and nailed it with his thumb Gently scratching Sancel's chin, "Do you know what you look like now?"

"What does it look like?"

"The look I don't want to see the most." Yawen said blankly, "You don't look like the high-spirited pirate before, but rather a dirty prisoner who has been in prison for decades—is it true? Don't you think so yourself, Sancel?"

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