Guilty Records

Norman smiled and looked at the two of them, grinning like a clown in a stage play, with a halo of terror.

The old doctor couldn't help taking a step back and said in shock, "What do you want to do!"

Outside the door, Tang Zhibai predicted what was going to happen, closed his eyes and shook his head in pain, and finally lowered his head.

The man raised his hand, and the gunfire fell!

"Boom! Boom!"

Two consecutive gunshots, because of the silencer, only caused the windows and the teacups on the table to vibrate.

The tea in his back was rippling. On the sofa, Norman folded his legs. He didn't look at the person lying on the carpet, and then blew on the muzzle expressionlessly, with contempt in his eyes. Mr. Grint is very Reaching out with experience, took the pistol, and handed the scepter back to him.

"Dispose of it." Norman stood up from the sofa with a scepter, and ordered in a cold voice, "I don't want him to smell blood."

Mr. Grint nodded, and immediately waved his hand to summon the servants outside the door to clean up the tragedy neatly and orderly. Obviously, this is not the first time that he has experienced a series of actions.

Norman walked to Lin Xiaoyin's hospital bed with heavy steps, carefully reflected him in his eyes, finally lowered his head slowly, and lightly kissed Lin Xiaoyin's forehead, sniffing each other's smell hard, but full of Norman didn't mind the pungent smell of medicine and disinfectant. He said in a deep voice, "I will continue to find a way."

With that said, he turned and left the room.

Seeing the Duke coming out, Tang Zhibai adjusted his posture, restrained his pity, and stood up straight.

Louis looked at the Duke indifferently.

As they passed, Norman stopped slowly, turned around, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Duke." Tang Zhibai said politely in a low voice.

"Your uncle puts a lot of hope in you. He is in a coma now, so I will take care of you. You know, I have a completely different policy of softness from him. Now you have a special status, so I want ? The request will be more severe and will not show you any favors." Norman's eyes were cold and his words were cold.

"Yes." Tang Zhibai replied.

"You have dropped out of school for a long time, and I will send a driver to take you back to school tomorrow." Norman said harshly.

"Yes." Tang Zhibai pursed his lips and replied.

Norman moved his eyes and looked at this calm boy. The man narrowed his eyes for a while, then opened his lips and came to a conclusion, "You... At that time, you had quick reactions, good marksmanship, and a calm personality. It's rare..."

"Thank you for the compliment." Louis replied calmly with calm eyes.

"You can live in Luoming Manor for so long, it seems that he also thinks highly of you. In this case, you have already stayed by Lin Fu's side to protect him. If there is anything wrong with Lin Fu, I will immediately kill you alive." Norman His tone was absolutely cold, without any room for rebuttal or doubt.

Tang Zhibai couldn't help tightening the boy's hand secretly worried.

"Yes." Louis replied calmly.

The deep and cold eyes are like a pool of stagnant water, like a stone thrown into it, but it can't make any ripples, as if this is what he should do, and there is no need for it? Who reminds me.

Mr. Grint was a little surprised, and hurriedly said: "Go back to the Duke, I can arrange bodyguards to follow Young Master Lin, he is only a six-year-old child... this..."

Norman stared back at him indifferently, the old butler immediately fell silent and stiffened.

Norman turned and walked away slowly, Mr. Grint immediately followed, Tang Zhibai watched, this gloomy man finally disappeared in front of this long and dark corridor.

Tang Zhibai's figure was tense, like a bowstring stretched to the limit, and there was no sense of joy on his face, with a hint of worry and sadness all the time. He turned to look at the door of Lin Xiaoyin's room, and he could vaguely see the servants busy carrying the corpses A layer of mist floated in the boy's eyes.

My mind was overwhelmed by such emotions.

"Want to go in now?" Louis asked.

Tang Zhibai shook his head, with a gentle but sad tone, "I don't want to see my uncle lying there lifeless, like a lifeless robot, and he doesn't want to..." The young man lowered his head and murmured silently, "I don't even want to see those, The eyes are full of horrified corpses..."

"You're afraid." Lu Yi held his hand, and found the boy's hand trembling slightly, so he looked up at him.

"Yes? A little bit." Tang Zhibai smiled wryly and said weakly, "Louis, our lives will undergo earth-shaking changes. Are you afraid?"

Is there a childish look in the boy's eyes? A little childish, he calmly and firmly said: "When I met you, every day of my life was a tragedy, and the things I had were as light as dust. At that time, I only felt unwilling and angry, but my heart never fell. Why fear any dangerous thorns."

"Bai, you are the glory that pulled me out of the quagmire, and the faith that redeemed me from the hands of the devil. Even if your life is no longer the same as before, even if you are in a state of desperation, from now on, let me protect you."

The boy said a few words, but they came from the heart.

Face to face, at a close distance, Tang Zhibai felt the shock from the bottom of his heart. His stiff body and numb hands and feet, the eyes of the young man gradually became moist, like the scene of petals falling in the cherry blossom forest. Hold on tight to this boy.

This might be his only relative left in this world.

The boy's voice was hoarse, "Thank you, my Louis."

……

Ten years later.

……

Easter is coming.

Because of the coming of the grand festival, neon lights were hung in the shade of Stryer College to show the grand atmosphere of the festival.

There is accumulated snow on the branches on both sides of the road, reflecting the crystal clear light in the sun. At this moment, even the flying snowflakes are full of warmth, just like the shimmering light cast by the wind and dew, rendering the world, the same is not the case Dust and filth.

There were bursts of melodious piano sounds in the art building, and various musical instruments mingled in the vast winter snow, all of which were hard-working music for the Easter celebration.

A melodious piano movement pierces through it, the sound is not loud, but it can make all the other piano sounds give way. People are unconsciously influenced by this refreshing music, and eventually deviate from their own track. Listen carefully Underneath, next to the sound of the piano, there is a graceful and lingering voice. They do not compete or seize their edge. They are willing to take a back seat in the main field of music and play a supporting role. The rhythm of the sonata is just right.

In the spacious and bright piano room, the young man in white is slowly playing his own piece of music, his slender white fingertips are dancing nimbly, as light as running water, passing through mountains like the wind, flicking his sleeves, young and young Close your eyes, the drooping eyelashes are like a crooked moon, quiet and comfortable.

He has been completely immersed in the music, and the melodious music is melodious, like the tentacles of nine heavenly stars for a while? But, for a while, it is like a thousand miles of wind blowing on a high platform, and there are subtle conveyances of priorities, which are indescribable.

Standing next to the piano was a young man in black. His deep and cold eyes were like a winter wind, bitingly cold but mysterious and charming. His eyes calmly watched the person playing the piano. His whole body and mind were already on top of that person. Played the notes slowly and never made a mistake.

One song finished.

The young man slowly removed Graceful Fan from his shoulders.

The young man in white is still immersed in the music, as if the lingering sounds are still lingering in his head, and he wants to send them away gracefully.After a while, he slowly flapped his long eyelashes and opened his eyes. His eyes were like clear spring water, and there was still a glint of crystal. He turned his head and looked like a boy in black, smiling softly, with his eyebrows raised, "Have you made great progress?" , Louis."

"But you have always been very talented. If you continue to practice like this, you can make greater progress before Easter."

The black-clothed boy put Graceful on the piano and said indifferently, "You are the genius of Stirril College, the myth of the art department, and I just played it proficiently."

Tang Zhi's childishness has faded between the white eyebrows, and the cold taste is becoming more and more gentle, like a winter plum blossoming in the wind and snow. On his fair face, there is a trace of the handsomeness of a young man, but he is not a strong Asian. , in a country full of Caucasians, still looks thin and weak.

Lu Yi's temperament became more and more gloomy and cold. The older he got, the less expression. Even Tang Zhibai hadn't seen him smile for a long time. Everyone who had seen Lu Yi couldn't help but praise him. This is a delicate and beautiful boy!

The three-dimensional facial features are like God's masterpiece, and the divine intercourse with Aphrodite creates such a subtle and subtle human being.

"Don't say that about Louis, you are just lacking in the sound of the piano..." Tang Zhibai pursed his lips and thought about it, trying to give a proper evaluation, "Lacking such a little emotion, if you can practice well, you will definitely be able to shine on Easter. Brilliant."

"If you can come and play with me, I can play better." Louis gradually turned to the depths of his dark green eyes, filled with dark light.

Tang Zhibai closed the piano, stood up, picked up his coat and put it on, and when he heard him talking about it, he shook his head a little annoyed, and complained: "I really want to come and perform with you, but Stuart insists? Come and join me, saying that I want to fulfill my dream of not being able to perform on the same stage ten years ago, and my family is currently cooperating with him to develop many projects, I can’t offend him at this time.”

"You remember, you hated him."

"I don't like him, but it doesn't mean I can offend him. Those old guys in the Norman family have long been dissatisfied with me, and they are trying to catch me everywhere. I can't give them a tail." Tang Zhibai said helplessly.

Louis took his own scarf, stood in front of him and wrapped it around carefully. Although the boy was only 17 years old, he was much taller than Tang Zhibai in terms of body shape and height. Tang Zhibai is more like a younger brother.

Feeling the touch of the warm woolen scarf, Tang Zhibai frowned and wanted to stop, "It's so cold outside, don't give me clothes all day long, and you have more clothes for yourself? Wear a little, look at you, you only wear it so thin, in case you get sick from cold What should I do?"

Louis didn't even move his brows, and stopped his hand? "I'm not afraid of the cold, you get sick more often."

Louis was terribly stubborn in certain aspects, Tang Zhibai sighed deeply, and had no choice but to let him go.

The two are at close range, less than ten centimeters apart, and the mist exhaled from each other's noses can be felt by sensitive skin. Louis gently tied it for him, quietly feeling Tang Zhibai's smell and temperature.

In the eyes of others, the atmosphere gradually sublimated under the narrow distance, and there was a so-called ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them. Louis concealed it very well, and Tang Zhibai had always been used to getting close, so he didn't notice it at all.

Seeing that there were faint blue marks under his eyes, and his eyes looked tired and sleepy, Louis' eyes darkened, and he said lightly, "Are you tired recently?"

Seeing that the scarf was fastened, Tang Zhibai felt that this position was uncomfortable, so he took a step back.

"It's all Snow Stuart's fault. He's really crazy. It's a simple matter. Why don't you ask me to accompany you to torment me? If you didn't help me deal with it after returning home, I would really be driven crazy by him. gone."

"..." Louis looked directly at him, his eyes were heavy, but he couldn't speak.

After a while, he said, "You don't like doing these trivial things at all."

"Why do you say that?" The boy's expression was too aggressive, making Tang Zhibai look away.

"When you play the piano, your soul is free, but when you go back there, you are like a canary in a cage, not happy at all," Louis said.

"I never? With a sad face." Tang Zhibai was quite surprised and explained with self-deprecation.

"You don't think so in your heart."

Louis is like a lone traveler in the wind and snow. He stops on the road and sits by the campfire. Although he seems indifferent to world affairs on weekdays, he can see through himself with just one glance. Maybe they have been together for many years. There has already been a tacit understanding without words.

Yes? What, can it be hidden from Louis' eyes?

Tang Zhibai smiled wryly, put on his briefcase and walked to the door, "You really get weirder and weirder as you grow up, and you get more and more? I don't know you anymore, but you can understand me thoroughly. Let's go, it's time to go home."

Louis didn't answer, but just stepped forward to get the leather bag for him, and easily embraced Tang Zhibai, and the two walked side by side between the corridors.

Tang Zhibai was extremely afraid of the cold, so he huddled in Lu Yi's arms, thinking that it was warmer, "During the crisis, it was the Duke who saved the Lin family. It has been more than ten years. Uncle has been taken care of by the Duke. The only thing I can repay , just follow his wishes and take care of the affairs of the Norman family, I am not a talented person in this regard, and I am struggling to move forward."

"Even if I don't like it, so what, life is always involuntary, where? Is there a way out." Tang Zhibai pursed his lips lightly, with a trace of sadness and sarcasm, sighing that things in this world are always unsatisfactory.

Louis looked down at him, his eyes filled with black mist, making the screaming and struggling evil spirits in the abyss of hell unable to break free from the power of the seal.

……

The driver parked the car downstairs.

Louis walked out with Tang Zhibai in his arms. As soon as he stepped out of the gate, a bitterly cold wind blew in, and there was even mist in the woods. Tang Zhibai couldn't help shivering. Louis looked grim, and held him tighter dissatisfied.

Under the big tree, a yellow-haired boy was waving to them excitedly. Under the eaves hat, his face was pale from the cold, and his lips were a little chapped. Even so, he was wrapped in fur, but his expression was quite excited, half-hidden. Still stand out among the trees.

Huang Mao was dressed cheaply and simply. Although he had a hippie smile on his face, he was full of ruffian and viciousness. Passers-by would give him a strange look before walking away in a hurry.

He was in Stirril College, like an ape suddenly appearing from a group of golden monkeys, extremely abrupt, Tang Zhibai noticed this young man at a glance.

Seeing him waving to this position, Tang Zhibai blinked in confusion, "He..."

Stopping, he turned his head to make sure, and asked doubtfully, "Louis, is that person calling you? Do you know each other?"

Louis nodded, and there was no change in the gloomy brows. Let go of him, "He has something to ask me, go to the car and wait for me for a while."

Although Tang Zhibai was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions. After looking at the yellow-haired boy for two years, he turned around and got into the car.

Louis frowned on the spot, his thin figure was tightly wrapped in a black coat, his eyes were dim on his pale face, and then he walked slowly towards the thick foggy woods.

"Anru! Anru!" The yellow-haired boy rubbed his hands excitedly? He pointed his head in the direction of Tang Zhibai, his small eyes glowed brightly, but he didn't look obscene, "Is that your young master?"

"As I said, try not to get close to me. If something happens, notify me by letter." Louis glanced at him with cold eyes, and the yellow hair was stiff and he didn't dare to glance at him.

Huang Mao patted his head awkwardly, his face was wrinkled, and he said embarrassedly: "I don't want to come in here either, but this time the situation is really urgent. This school is so beautiful, but there are too many fucking rules, and those people's eyes are too Tut tut..."

Louis interrupted him impatiently, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"It's not the Yankees of Kochenski! It's the third time this month that they came to the bar to smash a demonstration. This morning, the group of kittens kept by the bar were skinned and hung outside the bar, which scared the waiters. It must have been done by their dogs and motherfuckers!" Huang Mao's mouth trembled, and his eyes shot out fire.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, took a step closer to Louis, and said in a low voice, "Do you want it?..."

He sat on a machete with both hands in the shape of chopping vegetables, and made a fierce gesture, his eyes were full of inexplicable excitement, and then looked at Louis.

Looking at the snowy scenery in the distance, Louis stood there straight and gracefully, in sharp contrast to the hunched yellow hair standing beside him, the young man's eyes were cold and piercing, staring sideways at the yellow hair, he said lightly: "Kill them? "

The young man exuded an inviolable and holy atmosphere, but his gaze made people feel like falling into a cold abyss, so terrifying that Huangmao suddenly felt his neck was cold, and he took a step back unconsciously, keeping a safe distance. He shrank his head, "They repeated several times. To provoke, just want to teach them a lesson."

Louis frowned slightly, "Now is not the time."

Huangmao's excited eyes dimmed, but he nodded understandingly. He had seen the terrifying appearance of Louis Anjou packing up the enemies, so he would never think that Louis Anjou was a timid person, but instead thought that he was a person with A man of great wisdom is willing to follow him.

After thinking for a while, Huang Tou rubbed his hands? He conceived the language and asked: "Just like this, will it make those bastards think? We are afraid of him? We dare not make a move because of cowardice? And? The bar? Recently, the people here are in panic, and several waiters are clamoring to leave, damn it! They don’t behave like this when they receive your favor!"

Louis asked a question in a low voice, "Neil, are you afraid of them?"

The yellow-haired Neil Patrick is like a wolfhound whose tail has been trampled on. His eyebrows are raised and his hairs stand up all over his body. They are also a bunch of immoral and shameless idiots! They are just dicks! They only spend time on women all day long, maybe that thing is useless long ago!"

No matter how rough and crude the other party's words were, Louis did not frown, nor did his expression fluctuate. This is what Neil Patrick admired most about him. Unlike the other leaders, Louis never treated each other in his eyes. These poor people from the Clinton district showed a trace of contempt and contempt, but tried their best to help them, as long as those people really supported him.

"Since you have never been afraid, why bother with their deliberate rumors, those who want to leave in the bar, give them enough money to let them go, and those who forcefully stay will not be sincere to you. However, the prestige cannot be shaken Yes, please inform me that I will no longer grant them asylum in the Clinton District."

Neil nodded in agreement.

Louis had no expression on his face, "Kochenski is just a pusher who is being used, and he can give them some warnings. I heard that they have opened several brothels, many of them? Women who died of flower diseases were thrown out. Die in the back alley."

He glanced at Neil lightly, "You know what to do?"

Hearing this, Neil's heart ached, and his lost face became excited again!He squeezed his hands and grinned sinisterly, with a very vicious expression, "This time, I will make them look good!"

……

Back in the car.

Louis got into the car covered in snow and humidity, Tang Zhibai hurriedly put a scarf on him, rubbed his cold hands to warm him up as soon as possible, and asked curiously: "Who is that? I haven't seen it before, what does it look like?" He's a bastard, how do you know him?"

"Dr. Hawkins' cousin, after I got acquainted with him at the clinic? He often came to me to borrow money." Louis didn't even frown.

Tang Zhibai's future has always been a worry for Tang Zhibai. This child is not good at socializing and is about to graduate. Knowing that Dr. Hawkins is a famous doctor with superb medical skills, Tang Zhibai introduced Louis to his clinic for help a few years ago.

Tang Zhibai recalled the appearance of that yellow-haired boy. At first glance, he was a chaotic and complicated street gangster. It is not surprising that he likes to spend money to gamble and find women. He nodded in understanding, but frowned, "Doctor Hawkins is a good doctor, but . . . this cousin of his seems to be a nuisance."

Louis said, "I'll take care of it."

Tang Zhibai was still a little worried, "If there is any trouble, you must? Tell me."

Tang Zhibai was worried, and there was white mist in his delicate eyes. Louis couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch the end of his eyes.

This is a freezing winter, the young man's fingers are as fast as ice, and when he touches Tang Zhibai, he bounces like being electrocuted!With a slightly wrinkled face, he shouted: "Okay, ah! Louis, you did it on purpose!"

"See if I don't clean you up!"

As the vehicle was driving on the road, Tang Zhibai began to laugh and fight in the car. Although Louis had no expression on his face, he still followed him around. The two seemed to have switched ages, and Tang Zhibai was the older boy.

Tang Zhibai's character is not such a childish person, it's just that with Lu Yi, he can feel a short period of relaxation during the day, and he also hopes that such playfulness will make Lu Yi more? Smile, this child is more and more like a cold robot, rigorous and methodical Dealing with perfect affairs, but not a little bit of a big boy's innocence?

The author has something to say: My little Louis has finally grown up and is able to take care of his lover.

Thank you everyone who supports me ~ Today is my birthday, many friends came, and the update is relatively late, I hope everyone can be happy today!

I have only written one-third of the whole article, and it has been a long time since I signed the contract, and I have not been in a hurry to send the contract.

After being persuaded by several parties, I recently decided to start to reverse v after a while. I know that doing so will lose a large number of readers. The first article uses words and plots that are relatively green and clumsy, but you have accompanied me to this day, really. thanks a lot!

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