present to the lord

Bright light came in from the window of the study room, and his golden hair shone gorgeously and dazzlingly in the sunlight. The 20-year-old Duke was slender and vigorous. He was sitting on a dark green velvet soft sofa, with official documents beside him and red paint. The wax-sealed letter was torn apart, and two fingers reached in to pinch the letter from it with their fingertips.

The blue eyes shifted slightly, and he read the letter.

There is a piano not far behind him. The body of the piano bathed in the sun is very quiet, beautiful and noble. There is a silver mask on the piano surface in the right corner. It has a thin and elegant shape, and every part is perfect. Streamlined, this is a very expensive silver mask.But at this moment, the mask was not on his master's face.

Eric was sitting in front of the piano, his right hand was gently touching the keys, he showed his terrifying right face indifferently, his eyes were quiet and silent, and when he looked at the piano, he couldn't help forgetting that the one on the sofa had faded away Stealth glances at some young men.

The soft and soothing music flows slowly under those beautiful hands, like the wind blowing under the sun in early summer, with some summer breath, the tenderness is full of tenderness...

Seeing Eric sitting in front of the piano reluctantly, Fan Haoran smiled helplessly and shook his head.There is no denying that Eric is a genius.He analyzes the world from another angle, a unique angle, he is so self-conscious about music, he is immersed in the psychedelic feeling that music brings him, and is fascinated.And this boy has a god-given singing voice, as long as the words are sung from his mouth, no matter how ordinary they are, this boy has the power to turn them into magic.

This is his talent, innate.

Fan Haoran enjoyed listening to the soft sound of the piano, as if something was touching the bottomless place, slowly extending to the heart.

He cast his eyes on the young man sitting in front of the piano with his back to the sun, with black hair and slightly shaking body because of playing. It emanated from the body of the terrified boy.

so dazzling.

Fan Haoran felt this way for the first time after experiencing so many worlds.

This boy is so dazzling.

He seemed to be able to see the soul that was screaming desperately in the rotting body, that soul was suffering so much but was resplendent and gorgeous.

Eric raised his head, and he smiled at the young duke who was watching him, it was an intimate smile.Seeing the softness in the young Duke's eyes, he unconsciously thought of the night when he first met.

During the five years, it took him a year to get used to exposing his ugly face in front of this noble person. Even though he knew that this noble person would not abandon him, after a year he finally Believe it from those eyes that have never changed.

This man, he really won't hate himself because of this ugly face.

Five years made him understand that he was pampered, by this person who was four years older than him.He gave him a noble status, let him live in the sun, and made everyone bow to him, and those pasts were buried in the dust.The most expensive piano, the most delicious food, the most exquisite clothes, the most... gentle gaze.

Hearing the gradually agitated sound of the piano, Fan Haoran looked up and saw Eric's deep eyes staring at him deeply. Those eyes were dark and quiet, and they seemed to be crying affectionately silently. The turbulent undercurrent flowed from those eyes. Rolled out, and attacked the young Duke on the sofa.

Fan Haoran felt suffocated in his heart.

He watched the child grow up. He taught him the piano hand in hand, and watched his musical talent burst out endless inspiration. He discovered the child's unparalleled talent for architecture.This is a peerless treasure that has never been noticed.

And he wiped off the dust on the treasure with his own hands, washed him, and let him glow with a beautiful light.

Fan Haoran had complicated emotions, but he understood.Some things don’t just pretend they don’t exist, and he really doesn’t exist. Once he hesitates to make a wrong decision, he will regret it too late.

And he's not one to be indecisive.

The Duke smiled slowly, and he waved to the young man who had finished playing. The opened letter was on his fingertips: "Tonight's banquet was specially sent by the Carles family." He narrowed his eyes. Eyes smiled mischievously, "Last time, the second lady of the Carles family was very attentive to you, Eric."

Eric stood up. He was obviously used to the duke's often unruly tone. He came over and sat beside the duke, and pushed back the letter handed by the blond-haired man. Thinking of the lady last time, his eyes flickered Over Shen Guang, but when looking at the people beside him, Eric seemed a little discouraged: "Brian, I'm only 16 years old. Those cute and noisy little girls, please let me go."

"Well, since my dear Eric is so troubled, how can I be willing to make it difficult for you." Fan Haoran dropped the letter casually.

Eric blushed a little because of his words, and he immediately said, "Laul Shani came to you last time, what's the matter?"

"I heard that I like Eastern culture, and he sent a lot of things. He and his father went to the East last year, and came back this year in a hurry." Fan Haoran immediately thought of something.The heroine Christine's father has died, and she is still waiting for her own musical angel in the opera house.

Music Angel?Fan Haoran sneered.Without Eric's dedicated teaching, where would a shitty music angel come from.Nobody spends all their time and energy doing nothing.Received gifts from others but tried to ask for more, and even betrayed in the end.

Ah, thinking about it this way...

Fan Haoran laughed with a creepy tenderness.Even though those things haven't happened yet, the anger in my heart is so real.Thinking that without his appearance, Eric would be so humble begging for a woman's love...

"Lian?" Eric worriedly called out Brian's more intimate name softly, and he said with a voice that could make everyone intoxicated, "What's wrong with you?"

"I was just thinking..." He made a sad expression, "My Eric is always pestered by different noble ladies and ran away with others, how pitiful I should be."

"I won't." Eric grabbed the young Duke's hand suddenly with some excitement, and his black pupils were colliding with fierce emotions. He turned halfway and knelt at the Duke's feet, with a decisive and calm expression. "I, Eric, will always be by your side, accompany you, and be taught by you. Please guide my humble soul and accept all my allegiance." He is almost giving everything.

The Duke lowered his eyes in pity, and he stretched out his hand to gently hold the face of the loyal boy, half of which was as beautiful as an angel, and the other half as ugly as a devil.He gently lifted the boy's drooping head: "Eric, you are my family, don't be like this. You are not humble, you should be as proud as me. Lift your head up, don't bow your head to anyone, even It's me." As he spoke, he kissed Eric's lips lightly, and repeated earnestly, "Never bow your head."

Eric felt the softness on his lips, his heart beating violently.Soft, warm... that feeling made him madly infatuated.The blue eyes of the blond man in front of him reflected his sluggish face, obviously such an ugly face, but these eyes never looked away.Since that night five years ago, this person has been watching him, with a gentle expression, which made him...

Let him have a plundering heart that he shouldn't have, which is tantamount to a servant's rebellion against his master.Man against man... it's the ugliest crime ever.

He had the ugliest desires, the most unforgivable emotions for such a noble and noble being.Even if he tried his best, he couldn't contain the black mud that was growing in his heart, and he even hoped that this person would always look at him and not avert his gaze.Greedy wants more from that person's favor.He secretly wanted to seize all those things that did not belong to him.

As time goes by, this emotion does not fade or even grows more terrifying, breeding the most twisted madness.

Erik, 20 years old, stood behind the thick curtain behind the window. He looked through the gap to the handsome blond man next to the fountain in the manor and smiled at the aristocratic woman whose dress was full of clumsy and heavy lace. His blond hair was reflected in the sun. Under the gorgeous light, the duke smiled politely, and the gentleman held a small parasol for the noble woman who came to visit.

Eric's right hand, which was behind his back, was tightly clenched, his knuckles were white, and his veins were throbbing.Jealous anger burst out of his black eyes, but the words that came out of his mouth were so soft, like an intoxicating song from heaven: "Lane...Brian...Brian Jacques..."

"I love you." He secretly stared at the handsome and elegant Duke through the gap in the curtain, his eyes filled with unresolved sadness and unrequited pain, "I love you, Brian Jacques."

His forehead was lightly pressed against the transparent glass, and his whole body was buried in the darkness behind the window. He looked longingly at the person below, and was willing to give everything for that person's gaze.It's just that the relationship between brothers maintains the emotion between the two and can no longer satisfy the heart that has been dry for nine years.

Under the connivance of that person over and over without a bottom line, little by little, he developed a coveted heart, from the secret joy and excitement of getting a good night kiss at the beginning, to finally sneaking into the person late at night. Steal the lips of your dreams in your own room.

He is so vile.He took advantage of that person's trust in a delusional attempt to get too much handout.

"Lian, please." He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the scene that made him want to go crazy, and breathed out almost whimpering, "Free my soul... Please, Ryan."