gentleman's manor

Dickon finally waited for the call. He followed the butler tremblingly and walked into a small living room.

Mr. Lewis stood in front of the window with his back to them, a cigarette was held between his slender white fingers, and the white smoke floated gently, transforming into a distorted shape.

"Sir, Dickon has brought it," said the butler. "Is there anything else you want?"

Mr. Louis kept looking out of the window, and said lightly, "You can step back first."

The butler gave Dickon a look, beckoned him to be smart, then bowed back and closed the door.

Dickon clutched his hat tightly in his hands. He felt that the room was extremely hot, and time seemed to stop flowing. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Mr. Lewis.

Louis stubbed out the cigarette butt, then turned around sharply, but froze for a moment.

The man in front of him was very young, his face was immature, but his appearance was extremely handsome.At this moment, he was staring at the floor anxiously, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, as if he was extremely nervous.

To be honest, this is a bit different from the person Louis imagined. He heard that the other party was a lowly gardener, so he thought that the person who did such a despicable thing must be a dirty old man with stubble on his face that made people disgusted. It turned out to be a young and handsome boy, he looked so young, he seemed to be much younger than himself.

So the condemnation that was originally prepared turned into: "How old are you?"

"I... I'm 19 years old, sir." The young man in front of him replied in a voice that was close to a murmur, and he never raised his head to look at him, looking ashamed.

Louis stepped forward and walked around him, a vague memory flooded his mind.The caress and entanglement of last night became clear, and the skin seemed to still remember the temperature of this person's palm and body, remember his fiery kiss and sexy body.Louis felt so inappropriate, and this made him very annoyed, because he actually had feelings for a shameless and shameless rapist, maybe out of embarrassment, he scolded angrily: "Just based on what you did last night , I can send you to the gallows! If it was decades ago, I can even execute you now!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir." Dickon was so frightened that his legs trembled, and tears overflowed his eyes uncontrollably. He begged, "I was wrong, please don't send me to the Public Security Bureau, I don't want to die, please Forgive me."

"Forgive you? I can beat you to death ten times based on what you have done! Then I will let your whole family be buried with you! How dare you offend me, you despicable person!" Louis pushed Dickon angrily, and put him Pushed down on the floor.

Dickon thought that Mr. Lewis was really going to send him to court, and hurriedly defended himself in panic: "I really didn't mean it, sir. When I sent you back to the room last night, you forced me on the bed. Then I took off my clothes... kissed and touched me... I couldn't push you away... and I couldn't control it... But I really didn't mean it, woo woo woo..."

Looking at the young man crying with snot and tears in front of him, Louis' eyelids twitched angrily. After this guy did something like this, he dared to beat him up and blame him. How could he treat this dirty man? The sleazy guy kisses and touches, such a guy who escapes guilt is really too sleazy!

"Shut up! This morally corrupt bastard still refuses to admit his crime, I will deal with you severely!" Louis said angrily, his eyes rolled away: "By the way, tell the butler that you stole my money How about it? This is enough to send you to hell."

"No, please, sir, I was really wrong, and I swear I won't do it again. But I didn't mean it. You got drunk and took me for Mr. Alva and forced me to strip. I didn't I lied to you, and I swear to God, it's true." Dickon cried out of breath.

Louis originally just wanted to scare the young man so that he would not dare to tell what happened last night.Unexpectedly, after hearing his justification, a feeling called embarrassment instantly filled the whole brain, as if the dark little secret hidden in the heart was suddenly uncovered by someone.

He stepped forward and grabbed Dickon by the neck, glared at him viciously and said, "How dare you fucking threaten me! You dare to grab Alva, I will make your death ugly!"

After hearing Louis's threatening words, Dickon's heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar. He knew that he was completely different from Mr. Alva, but Dickon still felt sad when he was said so by someone he liked.

He hung his head sadly and said: "I didn't try to grab anyone, what I said is true, you were drunk at the dance last night, and I served you by your side. You kept saying 'Alva don't Marriage, I love you', I was worried that your drunken words would be heard, so I helped you to the room."

"You!" Louis was anxious, but his throat seemed to be blocked. He had a faint thought in his mind that what this guy said might be true, because he did dream about his confession and sex with Alva last night. Could it be that he was actually drunk and admitted to the wrong person.

Thinking of this, Louis kicked Dickon angrily, then walked around the room, finally he took a deep breath, stared at Dickon condescendingly and said, "Listen, I don't care what happened last night Thing, if you dare to reveal a word about what happened last night, just one word, I will make you never see the sun tomorrow, including your whole family, I will do what I say! Also, don’t think that you I have caught something, you are just a dirty gardener, no one will believe what you say, even if you tell others, you will only get a charge of framing a gentleman, and then you will be sent to prison, you listen Do you understand!" "Yes, sir, I won't say anything," said Dickon, sobbing.

"Hmph!" Louis snorted, and then left the room, slamming the door heavily when he left.

Dickon sat on the ground and cried for a while, thinking that he had to go to the garden to dig the soil, so he wiped his tears and walked out of the room.

For many days, Dickon was in a trance, without a smile on his face, his eyes were dull, his expression was sad, and he sighed occasionally.

The old guy in the firewood room laughed at him: "Did you get dumped by a girl? You must be a bitch somewhere, because you can't pay the money, so you won't be allowed to climb the bed."

"It's not a whore!" said Dickon angrily.

"Yo! Yo! Finally, you are willing to pay attention to people. I thought your soul had floated to the American continent." The old man snorted, "It's normal for young people to think about women, but there's no need to think too much, women are not all Then it won’t be so rare after you have seen more.”

Dickon was sitting on the ground, playing with a rose, and said sadly: "I... I dedicated my virginity to that person...but... that person hates me and treats me like a piece of shit..." As he spoke, he was aggrieved and shed tears again.

"God, seeing your virtue, if I were a woman, I would treat you like a piece of shit." The old man laughed loudly, and after a while, he laughed even harder: "My boy, so you have already I've become a man again, hahaha..."

Dickon looked at the old man who couldn't straighten his back from laughing, hugged his knees in shame and anger, just hugged his head in sadness, and cried: "I really... really like that person... what should I do..."

The old man laughed for a while, and found that Dickon was really sad, so he stopped joking with him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I said Dickon, don't be sad, that woman doesn't want you, she is blind, you Such a good guy can't be found even with a lantern. He doesn't gamble or drink, and he is honest and capable. He is ten thousand times better than those bastards on the street. If I had a daughter, I would have married her to you. Listen to me, go to a brothel tonight and find a woman to have a good sleep, and wake up tomorrow and forget everything."

But Dickon was even more depressed when he heard that the other party compared himself with the gangsters on the street.Although he didn't dare to compare himself with Mr. Alva, but now he really knew that he was a toad who wanted to eat swan meat.

Dickon felt that he should forget about Mr. Lewis, but that person always automatically appeared in his mind, and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to. After all, Dickon had been secretly in love with this gentleman for two years, so he decided to try again.

The sky was still very bright, and the sun had just cast a golden gleam on the horizon, and Dickon plucked a bright red rose.This is the first red rose to bloom this morning, and the surface is still covered with a thin layer of water vapor. When it is shaken gently, the water vapor condenses into a drop of crystal water and shakes on the petals, like a naughty child.

Dickon climbed up to the balcony of Mr. Lewis' bedroom with the newly bloomed rose, and then pinned the rose to the railing by the window.He stared blankly at the rose for a while, and his mood seemed to suddenly improve. At least the flowers he raised could stay in front of the window of the person he liked.

From this day on, every day before dawn, he would quietly climb onto Mr. Louis's window sill, and then bring him a bouquet of red roses that had just bloomed, and then take away yesterday's withered roses.Day after day, Dickon had a little expectation in his heart. He imagined that one day, Mr. Lewis would open the window and take away the roses he sent.

However, one morning, he had just climbed down from the window sill, and was about to look up at the roses he had just put on the window sill.The window suddenly opened, and Mr. Louis in pajamas stood in front of the window, picked up the rose between his pale fingers, and dropped the flower with a blank expression.

The rose fell to the ground, covered with soil, and the originally transparent and pure dew sprinkled on the ground.Dickon picked up the rose and looked up. Mr. Lewis was also looking down at him. His blond hair was gently raised in the breeze, and his eyes were calm. Then he closed the window with a click.

Dickon held the rose and stood in the cold wind. The thorns of the rose pricked his finger, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, and just stared blankly at the window sill.

The old man in the woodshed found that Dickon's spirit was getting weaker and weaker. He sighed and taught Dickon: "Cheer up, young man, don't be so depressed because of a woman. Although we have no ability, the heart of a lover is no less humble than anyone else. .Forget this woman, there will always be a better girl waiting for you, she will love you, ten thousand times better than this cruel woman now, her loss of you is her loss. "

Dickon wiped his eyes and smiled at the old man: "You're right, my lover's heart is no lower than anyone else's, he doesn't care about me, someone always cares about me, I'm a good person, someone will like me."

"That's right." The old man said, but after a while, he looked at Dickon suspiciously, "he" is not curious?

Dickon, who had experienced a tragic lovelorn, did not want to continue working in the Bruce Manor. He felt that he could not continue to face Mr. Louis. He found the butler of the manor and asked to resign.

The old butler was angry with Dickon. He reprimanded him and said, "It's really disappointing. I thought you were a good guy, but I didn't expect you to be so irresponsible. If I knew it, I wouldn't have hired you. Now I am in a hurry." In a hurry, where do you want me to hire a new gardener?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Dickon felt extremely sorry for Mr. Butler, but he had to go.

The butler sighed and said, "Okay, but you have to work for a few more days until I hire a new gardener."

Dickon only knows how to grow flowers and trim shrubs, which he learned from his deceased grandpa. The work of the manor is also thanks to his old friends with the housekeeper here.When he left the manor, Dickon didn't know whether he could find another job as a gardener, and he was confused about the day when he was about to leave the manor.

But on this afternoon, the originally sunny day suddenly began to rain heavily. The gentlemen who had gone out to hunt came back on horseback one after another, but Mr. Louis was gone.

A manservant who accompanied the hunt said that Mr. Lewis went alone in the direction of the deep forest without anyone following him.Everyone looked at Linzi anxiously, hoping that he would appear by himself in the next moment, but there was no sign of him until it was dark, and the rain continued to fall.

A bad feeling rose in Dickon, and he put on a cloak, and went out in the rain to find someone.

The forest was pitch black, and Dickon, carrying only a kerosene lamp, ran deep into the forest.He yelled Mr. Lewis' name, but the sound of rain blocked the transmission of the sound. There was only the rustling sound of rain everywhere. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Dickon finally heard the cry of a hound.

He ran over to the sound, and then saw Mr. Lewis who was unconscious on the ground.There were no horses around, only a hound, and Mr. Lewis was drenched and mud-stained.

The author has something to say: This is a story from a previous life, and it has only a little connection with Adam and Edward, mainly explaining the ending of the white flowers in their previous lives.

But I feel disgusted when I describe the white flowers positively, so I made up a new story and explained it from the side, it should be okay.Originally, I only planned to end it in three or two chapters, but when I wrote this story, I suddenly had a feeling, so I procrastinated a little bit, and wrote about eight or nine chapters.