Mustang

It was my younger brother who held the rein and whip that shattered this wonderful dream about cranes and horses.

I didn't see Chun Chuan in the mansion for two or three days, and my inner uneasiness became stronger and stronger.I didn't care about thinking too much, I went all over the palace and asked everyone who could talk.

"That day when he came back from outside the city, he was called away by the little prince, and I haven't seen him since. I heard that he often ran outside the city recently. Maybe the little prince found him having a tryst with a woman, so he locked him up. Lesson for a few days."

I rushed into the little prince's courtyard and looked around. I thought I would be stopped by the servants and maids in his room, but they just let me run amok until I searched all the rooms before the little prince's maid left. Come forward: "Young Master Yun, the little prince invites you to talk to him in his study."

I went into the study and it was empty.The maid brought tea and snacks, and said that the little prince would be here soon, and asked me to sit down and wait.I fidgeted and paced back and forth in the room, thinking of ideas that were too bad to be true.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps coming from far and near came from outside the door. I stared blankly at the door, waiting for someone to push the door and come in.However, the door was never pushed open and was locked from the outside.I threw myself on the door leaf, smashed it with my fist, kicked it with my foot, and shouted loudly, but the person who locked the door left without looking back.I continued to shout, and several figures swayed back and forth outside the door, appearing and disappearing, but they all turned a blind eye to me.

Later, the sky was getting dark, and I was tired of shouting and screaming, so I sat down in the dark study room and curled up in a corner by the wall.

When I was six years old, the princess falsely accused my mother of stealing. After being locked up for three days, my always resolute mother gave up, signed the so-called confession, and took me out of the palace.More than ten years later, I repeated my mother's mistakes again, and finally realized her suffering back then.

——Mom, I didn't listen to you. I really like that wild horse.

What happened later was, in a sense, even worse than my "worst-case scenario".

After an unknown amount of time, I finally heard Chun Chuan's voice in the locked dark room, together with the voice of the little prince.There is only one wall between them and me, and I can hear the slightest noise in the room.

I could hear my brother being violent.The sound of collisions and slaps mixed with intermittent whimpers came from the other side of the wall, and his tone was terribly cold: "Is my brother's piano skills really superb? So superb that you are reluctant to come back. In your eyes...do I still have this master? "

Probably because he didn’t get an answer, he made the collision sound louder: “Scream, don’t you feel hurt? Just like before, scream and call master, if it makes me happy, I’ll let you go. "

I heard Chun Chuan crying, sobbing.

The tone of the perpetrator did not change because of the crying: "I still don't want to scream? It's okay, then cry, anyway, everyone who wants to hear can hear it..."

I got up and walked to the door, and at this point the people next door were still swearing and abusing, but I couldn't hear them clearly.The blood in the whole body seems to be poured into the top of the head, and the head is so dizzy that it seems to be falling to the ground.I retreated to the bottom of the wall, lost my mind and swooped toward the place where the door leaves met. The numbness and dizziness caused by the impact on my head overwhelmed the pain in my body. When I broke open the door and fell on the porch, I only felt A sense of relief.

I stumbled up, ready to use the same method to knock open the door next door that was bolted from the inside.As soon as it hit the second time, the door swung open, and I jumped into the bedroom, knocking my forehead on the edge of the table.The person who opened the door walked leisurely past me, but I couldn't care less.

I scrambled to the front of the bed and saw the man tied to the bed.I frantically went to untie the straw rope on his wrist, halfway through, I found that he closed his eyes and turned his head away from me, so I hurriedly took off my coat and covered him.

I found a mattress to wrap him up, and carried him across the courtyard to my room.I fetched water to wipe him off, but he curled up in the corner of the bed with his back to me, the more I asked him to touch him, the tighter he curled up instead.

I didn't know what to do, I just sat on the edge of the bed blankly.The blood on my forehead was still wet, and my whole body was aching - but I just wanted to lie down.