Guilty Records

Facing such an overwhelming society, even Ximo and Tang Zhibai were forbidden to go out for a long time. Interests.From a small street, it can be seen that the Whig Party and the Tory Party who preach politics are fighting against each other. These political parties are backed by large groups of warlords. The decline made them find the perfect opportunity to climb to the top.

Everyone knows that even if the queen wins this battle without swords and swords, she will never return to the golden age of absolute authority.How could this group of dignitaries who are used to living a good life and full of fat stomachs fall into the palace wall with a woman? Some of them actively participated in party propaganda at the slightest rumor, and some sent letters to the legion, on the winding and thorny road Struggling to find a way out.

The sky is gray, the fog and rain in the morning have not dissipated, and the weather is warming up, but Tang Zhibai is still too lazy to move. He likes to sit on the hanging chair on the balcony, swaying lightly and closing his eyes. Xiaotian, now Ximo's age He is also very sensible when he grows up, and he doesn't need to worry about it all day long, so his words gradually become less and less.

Jia Lie was the person mainly responsible for his safety, and he could see that Al Lester's death had dealt a great blow to Mr. Tang, making him depressed and depressed.He walked with the wind, and strode into the villa with a pile of documents. He didn't know where he went in the morning, his head was covered with morning dew. Alright, Jialie." Then he ordered, "Tracey, bring me another piece of tableware."

Jia Lie waved his hand, "No need, Mr. Tang, I've already eaten. I just came here today to send some documents to Mr. Anru, and I'll bring you your mail and newspaper this week."

A pile of letters and newspapers were placed on the coffee table, Tang Zhibai glanced disgustedly, "Thank you."

At this time, Louis also finished his meal and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. Although he has been away for so many years, Louis's etiquette style is still as strict as the gentleman walking in the oil painting of the last century, which has penetrated into the minutiae of life, "Let's go." He took Jialie into the office.

As soon as Louis left, Simo immediately relaxed a lot, and even his stiff and straight back relaxed. He was different from his father. Louis Anjou was like a calm and elegant gentleman, with a special side that only Tang Zhibai had seen, while Simo · Anru is more surly behind the scenes, appearing to be perverse, irritable, and better at disguising to achieve her own goals.

But Tang Zhibai respected him the most. He glanced at the pile of envelopes and asked curiously, "Dad, haven't you asked someone to deliver newspapers and mail in these weeks?"

Tang Zhibai frowned, "I still want to dismantle the mailbox. Recently, the name of Rongxi Salman is all in the news in the newspaper. Does the reporter have no other major news to write about? See? It's annoying."

Xi Mo's shining eyes flicked across his thoughts, his father cared so much about his father, and he would talk to someone more often when he went out, and even the content would be presented to him domineeringly, this time the matter about Rongxi Salman made him Dad was so sad, what did his father not do to the cripple?Could it be that the real reason for the incident of El Lester was written by his father? The pen...

There was a trace of complexity and excitement in the boy's eyes, and he thought that he was his father, and even such a fragile bond as his father was not allowed to stay.Ximo secretly kept this method in his heart. His father was the person he admired the most since he was a child. He was mysterious, powerful and cruel, but he was loyal to his lover.It can be said that the figure of Louis Anjou will never be able to reach the heart of Ximen Anjou who rose later.

Tang Zhibai lost his mind? One morning, this time he noticed, "Ximo, why are you wearing such loose clothes today? My baby is so handsome, she looks good in anything she wears." This is Ximo's stubborn little habit, but whenever he goes out Sometimes, you need to tie a bow tie and put on a small suit. The whole person looks very serious, but today he only puts on a floral collar shirt and overalls. He is very casual and shows his true age.

Ximo blinked, "Dad, you forgot, today is Sunday and I don't have to go to school."

"Really?" Tang Zhibai was very puzzled and uncertain, "It's already Sunday..." His memory is still stuck on the Tuesday when he sent Ximo to school. If he had been in the past, he would have revolved around these two father and son every moment. It's already a habit, but recently he has become more negligent, and even forgot the school date of Ximo, which surprised him, and looked at his son apologetically.

Louis has always disliked him putting his mind on Xi Mo all day long, and now he is distracted by other things, so of course he won't say much.

Ximo knew about his father's recent loss of soul, and he was very understanding and distressed. After dinner, he suggested obediently, "Dad, the red roses planted in the garden are blooming very well, and they were transplanted from the British Isles specially by my father. Let's go and have a look." Bar."

Except for the banquets and occasions that the family must attend, Tang Zhibai has not been out of the house for a long time since the funeral. There was a disturbance outside for a day, and there were people everywhere holding trumpets and banners to preach politics. He knew this very well? Who was behind the complex behavior? , simply slack at home, reading a book and sleeping can pass the time. It seems that after Al's death, he shifted his focus to the home and no longer pays attention to current affairs.

Originally, he didn't want to move, but? After neglecting Ximo during this time, he felt guilty and stroked his hair, and said softly, "Okay, let's go to the garden with Dad to relax."

The villa's private garden is very large. Although it is not as large as the previous manor, it occupies half of the hill, but it still occupies a large area.

The sun swayed on the ground, making Ximo's hair shine, he was in a good mood, and introduced: "I heard that this rose is a new variety specially bred, it is difficult to feed, no wonder the reporters of the Royal Rose Society sent messages to my father all day long. Invitation letter, they will definitely want to come and take pictures to print in magazines and literature books."

Under the careful care of the servants, the pearls are surrounded by greenery, and the bright red waterfall is surrounded by a large area of ​​light green. The roses are climbed on the exquisitely shaped wooden frame beside the stone wall. The thick vine branches and leaves stretched for half of the garden. It is full of dense roses, and even the green leaves are covered with a layer of red halo, which is dazzling. Large areas of roses bloom tenaciously from the black soil, and the flowers are slightly swaying and bright red, as if the soul has a soul, and the blood is flowing and shining among each other.

Strolling among the lawn and stone paths, with servants watering and taking care of them, Tang Zhibai's pupils slightly dilated, looking at these flowers in shock.The rose is a noble flower, the most beautiful, and has even occupied an important position in the national emblem and family emblem several times in history, but Louis painstakingly planted such a piece of bright red. What does it represent? Only Tang Zhibai understands the meaning of it. His eyes were a little moist, and when he was ignorant and immersed in sadness, Louis actually did so many things for himself in private.

"These?...flowers, when did your father start planting them? I don't know why."

Ximo smiled slightly, "Father started it a year ago? It's ready, Dad, you are in the balcony or the room all day, and you don't even know the flowers are blooming."

There is a swing tied under the flower stand, which is the favorite place for father and son to play.

"Dad, want to play on the swing?"

Tang Zhibai was very gentle, "Let's go."

When he walked to the Qianqiu frame, Ximo didn't climb up, but walked around to the back and looked at him with a smile. Tang Zhibai understood what he meant, and couldn't laugh or cry: "You want to push me? Baby, are you too young to push me? "

Ximo was a little annoyed, and retorted in a low voice with a blushing face, "Dad, don't treat me like an ordinary four-year-old child. I have training every day."

"You used to take me to play, let me take you to play today."

Tang Zhibai has always been obedient to Ximo's requests, and said pamperingly: "Okay, okay." He glanced at the soft soil behind him and would not be injured even if he fell, so he sat on the swing with peace of mind, still nagging : "Be careful, don't knock and fall."

"Dad, you are the one who falls the most in the garden."

The embarrassment was exposed, Tang Zhibai blushed.

As expected, Ximo had a lot of strength, and he pushed his back lightly a few times, and Tang Zhibai was swaying in the breeze.

The swing stand is buried among the flowers, and the fine and blurred sunlight is reflected from the dense leaves of the jungle, with the fragrance of flowers and the sweetness of the breeze. It swings higher and higher with each swing. This is a kind of enjoyment. Tang Zhibai closes his eyes and feels it. , the wind rustled past his ears, not lingering but gentle, he couldn't help chuckling, feeling that he hadn't been so happy for a long time.

The skin touched those gentle hands? The palms, the people behind were exerting more and more force, Tang Zhibai was surprised that Xi Mo had such strength, and the smile on the corners of his mouth with his eyes closed deepened.

After the swing was lowered, Tang Zhibai opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Louis, you are so childish."

A strong hand? An arm caressed his shoulders, and his low voice was full of jokes, "You don't know it's me if you don't look at it?"

These two years, every minute of each other's body and skin, the two of them have clearly kept in mind, of course he would not say directly, "He even teased me with Ximo."

A kiss fell on the pinna of the ear, and he let out a chuckle, "Since Bai is so smart, then continue to guess, what am I going to do next? What?" The incomparably familiar intimacy made Tang Zhibai feel ashamed. Bound by a pair of hot hands, the temperature of his skin seemed to be a bit hotter than this midsummer heat, his cheeks were flushed, and he muttered and didn't know what to say.

Louis whispered viciously in his ear, "If you're not right, I'll lock you here with shackles and punish you for not being able to look at me." As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of black satin covered his eyes, covering his eyes. All the scenery, only a piece of black is left, this black silk and satin Tang Zhibai is too familiar, and he is always tied to the bed by Louis with it, crying and begging weakly.

The author has something to say: I went back to school to move things, took a plane to a bus for a day, and was almost exhausted. After sending all the things, I have to toss and go home in two days. I cried

I almost cried, I thought I couldn’t write today QAQ

Fortunately, I got out, now my bottom line is to keep updating