Guilty Records

With the sound of ancient wood tightening, echoing in the empty room, there was another thunder that shook the sky!

The light shone on the person who appeared at the door strangely. He remained motionless, letting the light cast a long, long shadow on the wooden wall...

Al's eyes widened and he didn't dare to move, see? After seeing someone at the door, he finally couldn't restrain himself from screaming, "Ah!"

He closed his eyes tightly, holding Tang Zhibai's arm tightly as if he was afraid of the approaching ghost, not daring to move.

Not to mention that Al was naturally timid, but under the sound of lightning and thunder, Tang Zhibai suddenly found the door standing motionless? Alone!Not only did his heart skip a beat, but he was also taken aback.

Only when the light subsided, could the true appearance of that strange figure be seen clearly.

Tang Zhibai was startled and said in surprise, "Louis!"

Al was so frightened that his face turned pale, trembling? He trembled again, and then he opened his eyes and saw the boy standing at the door of the room not far away.

Louis watched them blankly, and said lightly, "Hello, Al."

For some reason, this plain and normal greeting made Al goosebumps, and he felt that the boy in front of him was weird and scary. Maybe it was the dark cloudy day, or maybe it was just talking about Louis behind his back. Al looked weird and stiff, "Hello ,Louis..."

A sentence choked up in my throat, and it was difficult to say...

Tang Zhibai saw that Ai Er was about to be frightened, so he complained softly, "Louis, you really scared us."

Louis stepped forward and stopped three steps away from them on the soft carpet, "Sorry, Mrs. Smith asked me to inform you that dinner is ready."

Al didn't slow down, the two were speechless and the atmosphere was stagnant, and they wanted to wait for something to break it.

Tang Zhibai was embarrassed, so he took the opportunity to say, "Yes, Al, stay for dinner, the chef in the manor can cook Chinese food."

The boy looked at him indifferently, making Al's hair stand on end.

He took two steps back in a panic, and said nervously: "I'm sorry, Ah Su, he waited for me in the carriage, and I can't accept your kindness. I will make it up to you next time."

Tang Zhibai glanced at the spacious courtyard downstairs and nodded understandingly, "Okay, I know, you should pay more attention to yourself."

Al nodded, turned hurriedly, took the cloak and walked out the door.

The hurried back seemed to be running away.

Louis looked at the direction where he disappeared, slowly frowned, his eyes filled with black mist, and asked, "He's weird, what's wrong?"

The rain blurred the glass, and Tang Zhibai's attention was always outside the window. He didn't say Al's last words, but said, "I told him about Rongxi Salman. He is very sad now, and he almost didn't cry just now. .”

Doubt flashed in Louis's eyes, he felt that this was not the case, but he did not doubt his words, and calmly asked, "Is he going to leave that person?"

"That person is in the carriage downstairs." Tang Zhibai lightly tapped the cold glass, it was the carriage downstairs.

I saw the servant holding an umbrella for Al, and was slowly entering the carriage against the heavy rain. He said softly, "Although Al... is sad, he will choose to remain silent."

Louis glanced out of the window coldly, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Why? That person betrayed him."

He shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Many? Many? Things are not right or wrong, black and white are as simple as that, not to mention the most complicated feelings, because Al loves Rongxi, so he can hardly give up."

While Tang Zhibai whispered, a layer of mist was cast on the glass.

Louis was taken aback, feeling... The young man looked at? The thin appearance outside the window, with lowered eyebrows, could not help but remind the boy of the fierce kiss in the corner that night. Louis clenched his fists tightly, thinking of the tall Russian, the boy Bloodthirsty and cold madness appeared in his eyes.

The tone was very calm: "Bai, have you ever loved anyone? Like Al..."

Tang Zhibai froze, and looked back at the boy, "Why do you ask such a question suddenly?"

Louis looked at? His gaze was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to make any waves, "Your lover is also my family."

Tang Zhibai was even more surprised that Louis never expressed any objection to Al's lover being a man, not even surprised, as if male and female complement each other, naturally, even if he lived in such a chaotic society since childhood, people with normal thinking People don't think so directly, do they?

So he asked curiously: "Louis, don't you think it's strange for a man to be with a man?"

"As long as the hearts are connected, it doesn't matter if they are men or women. Flowers, plants and trees have spirituality, let alone the most complicated human body."

Louis looked at him quietly, "The connection of brain waves is the measure of human beings' love germination, but it is difficult for a person to meet a person who can communicate with each other in a lifetime, so even a unilateral throbbing is very rare. "

The boy's calm words stunned Tang Zhibai. He used to live in a metropolis, and he only knew of homosexuals, but most people often joked about it in a joking tone, and forgot , the emotions before people are equal.

I have lived for so many years, but I am not as clear as a six-year-old child. Tang Zhibai sighed, "Yes, you are really talented in medicine, and your understanding is higher than mine, so are you envious of Al?"

The boy silently shook his head and watched him seriously, "Everyone has a certain number..."

But...you need to fight for yourself...

"You child..." Tang Zhibai smiled lightly and shook his head helplessly.

As if thinking of something, he teased curiously: "If... I mean if... I also found a boyfriend, would you treat him so well?"

Louis' complexion suddenly darkened, his expression was cold and complicated, the fingers in his sleeve unconsciously rubbed the blade, but he didn't let him see the clue, the boy asked lightly: "Would you?"

See? Can't tease this boy, Tang Zhibai really lowered his head and thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head, "No, no, I can't even accept Western girls, let alone men."

The invisible ice arrow finally disappeared, and Louis' face softened. He subconsciously didn't want to continue this topic, so he said, "I'm here to inform you about the meal."

Having said that, Tang Zhibai rubbed his stomach. Did he drink too much tea? He really felt empty in his stomach, so he pulled Louis up and smiled and said, "Let's go, I'm really hungry after practicing the piano all day."

There are countless antiques and famous furniture in the luxurious room. The dark clouds gather outside and the inside of the room is extremely dark. When there is a thunderstorm, the voltage becomes unstable, the lights flicker on and off, and the candles are also extinguished. Louis glanced lightly and frowned. "Hold on."

Then he turned around and took the candlestick from the locker, swiped it, lit a match, lit the candlestick, walked over and handed it to Tang Zhibai, saying: "Take this, be careful not to trip over the corner of the table."

Look? Louis is doing it seriously? Tang Zhibai couldn't help but pinch his face for these trivial things, and sighed: "It's rigorous in doing things, how come you look like a little old man."

Louis was expressionless, and he was still kneading.

In the restaurant on the first floor, there are three people sitting at the long white jade table.

The silver candlesticks were shining warmly, and countless candles were placed around the dining room for lighting. The servants bowed their heads to serve. Tang Zhibai and Louis ate with peace of mind, while Lin Xiaoyin, who was sitting at the main table, was still reading. ?The document, the food on the plate remained motionless.

The light was flickering and flickering, and Lin Xiao flipped through a few chapters, so he put it on the paper angrily, and said angrily: "What is the power supply bureau in London for? Three or two days, either the power is cut off, or the voltage is unstable!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Smith hurriedly directed the servants to light more candles.

The restaurant was much brighter than before. Looking at the servants who were busy, Tang Zhibai swallowed the food and persuaded him, "Eat, uncle, it's thundering outside, and it's dangerous to use electricity."

Of course, Lin Xiaoyin would not refute his nephew, so he responded and caught a glimpse of the quiet boy.Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and this boy has lived at home for a while, so it can be seen that Xiao Su really likes this boy, and thinks about him for every benefit of life, food, housing and transportation, and this boy is not bad to Xiao Su.

Lin Xiaoyin looked straight at the boy and said, "Louis Si Anjou."

Louis put down the tableware and looked up at him. Tang Zhibai was also startled for a moment. He didn't know what Lin Xiaoyin was going to do when he asked Louis suddenly, because during this period of time at home, he completely treated Louis as if he didn't exist, and he didn't even give him a straight look.

"I'm here, Lord Baron." Louis replied.

Lin Xiaoyin frowned and said in a low voice, "Come to my bedroom at night."

"Yes." Louis looked unmoved.

"uncle……"

Tang Zhibai was worried, but Lin Xiao interrupted him with a low drink, "Shut up, I won't scold him."

Tang Zhibai could only shut up.

evening.

Holding a candlestick, the personal servant sent Louis to Lin Xiaoyin's bedroom door, and knocked on the bedroom door politely.

"Let him come in." A serious and cold voice came from inside.

Hearing this, the male servant gently pushed the door open, only to see the indifferent man sitting behind the desk in front of him smoking a cigarette. When he saw a man coming in, he glanced at the boy, and roughly put his cigarette out in the ashtray.

In the oppressive and hostile environment, Louis did not change his face, and slowly stepped onto the wooden floor of the house.

As soon as he entered, the male servant outside the door saluted Lin Xiaoyin respectfully, then slowly retreated and closed the door.

When the door was closed, there were only two people left in this warm and dim room. Louis did not stop, walked forward and stopped in front of his office, and said politely, "Good evening, Lord Baron."

Lin Xiaoyin withdrew his hand from pressing the cigarette butt, leaned casually on the back of the leather chair, and looked up at the calm boy carefully. His eyes were full of scrutiny and criticism, like an arrogant superior, and even had a stern look on his face. Embarrassing contempt, as if looking at the boy for the first time.

The boy also watched quietly? His eyes were neither humble nor overbearing.

Looking at each other so bluntly made Lin Xiaoyin feel a little uncomfortable.

"You don't have to be so polite." Lin Xiaoyin immediately looked away and said calmly, "Do you know why I called you here?"

"Know some." Louis replied.

Lin Xiaoyin snorted, and slowly pronounced the name playfully, "Louis Anjou... Maybe I should call you by your full name, Louis Anjou Lancaster..."

Hearing this, the boy seemed to be irritated, his eyes froze, and there was a trace of cold ice in the lake green eyes.

It seems that this surname is a kind of disgrace, but it is integrated into the flesh and blood, and even inlaid into the soul. It is difficult to get rid of those dark and terrifying shadows in this life.