Red dust kills beauty

Devil IX

In the nascent and impoverished life of the Shaman Merchant, he now encountered a group of unknown puzzles.

"Master, good morning." The man bent down and waved in front of him, smiling.

The man looks a bit old, maybe thirty?or forty?The witch merchant was not so sure, because the grown-ups looked very old.

But the man's appearance is not like his father's, it's a very good-looking appearance-every time he sees his father's face, it feels like there is something heavy in his throat, and his stomach will feel anxious and anxious There was a jerk, an urge to throw up—he wasn't sure where it was, but his teacher told him it was the stomach.

"His teacher".Well, he kind of likes the term "his teacher."his.He has never had anything his.

Shining belongs to Aunt Yingzi.Aunt Yingzi belongs to the mother.Mother is father's.He is also the father's.

The witch merchant felt the familiar nausea again, and he forced himself to divert his attention, thinking about his teacher again.He is very used to this, thinking of something happy will make him feel less uncomfortable.But unfortunately, there are too few things that can make the witch merchant happy, so he often feels uncomfortable.Sometimes he didn’t know what to do, so he would sneak into Shining’s den. Shining’s body stinks, the smell that dogs all have, but when he smelled the smell, he inserted his fingers into Shining’s long hair. He feels better when he's in his fur.

Once the teacher asked him many questions, including Shining.In fact, he lied, but he dared not tell the teacher.

Yingzi likes Shining very much, but dogs are not allowed in the house, so Shining can only hide secretly in her room.

Therefore, Yingzi didn't like him approaching Winky very much, because it was her dog, and he was likely to call the housekeeper, and Winky might be kicked out or even killed.

But he couldn't help it, so he would secretly pick Yingzi's lock and sneak into her room.Aunt Yingzi never opened the door for him, she didn't do that.She hates him.

The witch merchant didn't know why he would lie to the teacher, he never thought about it seriously.

Maybe he didn't want the teacher to know that he would pick locks and sneak into other people's rooms, which would be regarded as stealing.Because once he was caught by Aunt Yingzi, that's what she said about him.

At that time, his mother had just passed away, and he was still in the mansion, so he had not been taken to the mansion.He still remembered Yingzi's face flushed with anger, and her wide-open eyes and mouth.

"Master, why are you in my room?"

The witch merchant racked his brains to find a reason, and Yingzi asked in a rapid fire, "Are you trying to steal something? Your mother's stuff? As I said, those are mine, and she gave them to me." , you can't go back!"

The witch merchant frowned at her, and after a while, his eyebrows relaxed, and the confusion faded from his face. He said firmly, "You secretly hid mother's belongings."

Yingzi screamed like a cat being poked in the sore spot: "I didn't!"

"You have." The witch merchant's eyes sparkled, he always felt that the people around him were boring, stupid and stupid, he had rarely encountered such interesting things; he hadn't even spoken for a long time.He didn't want to get back his mother's jewelry at all, he didn't care about those things at all, he just thought it was fun for Yingzi to look like this.

"Young master, you—" Yingzi almost roared, she raised her hand, the witch merchant flinched, then retracted her hand, with a kind of joy on her face, "You are tired, go and rest."

Speaking of her tugging at his wrist, he stumbled after her, trying to tear it apart, but the woman's wrist was as strong as a pliers.

She brought him to the housekeeper, and the two whispered a few words, and the housekeeper showed a disappointed look on his face.

"My lord, you are not allowed to steal. You are already rich, and stealing is a bad and disgraceful act."

The witch merchant hated him a bit, but not that much.He hated the man's stupidity and rigidity, but occasionally, when he bent over to smile at him, when he said good morning to him, he kind of liked his loyalty.Even if the witch merchant knew that the butler's loyalty to him was only from his father's Yu Ze.

"I don't—" He tried to explain, but he felt dull as soon as he opened his mouth, so he simply shut up again.

For that fidelity belongs to the father, not to him.That's why the housekeeper wouldn't believe him. In their hearts, he was just an evil son born to a crazy mother with some brain problems and quick and slow reactions.

The butler nodded: "Then, following Mr.'s instructions, you will be confined for a day. Is there any problem?"

The witch merchant lowered his long eyelashes, the flames that were shining in his eyes just now were extinguished, he obediently said: "No."

A day later, when he came out of the small confinement room, everyone in the mansion knew that he was a thief.Later, this fame followed him to the main house, and he became indeed a thief, stealing many things he didn't know.

The witch merchant didn't care - he didn't care at all.

He intensified his efforts to find Shining, no matter how many times Yingzi changed his locks, and how many times he threatened him in private.When Yingzi threatened him that he would tell his father, the witch businessman was so nervous that his heart shrank, but on his face, he pretended to be happy and said, "That's right, I can tell my father that you have a dog. Then ask for Winky, it will be my dog."

Yingzi backed down—she was a stupid woman who didn't understand that her father didn't care about him, let alone let him raise Shiny—he won anyway.

But in the face of the teacher, these seem to be unspeakable.He didn't want the teacher to know this, because the teacher would believe them without a doubt, and the teacher would think he was a thief.

The steward said you should be ashamed of it, and the witch merchant had never felt ashamed of it before, but now he seemed to understand what the word meant.

The witch merchant liked his governess very much, although he was always angry, and every time he spoke, his teacher would frown - he probably didn't like himself, but that was normal.The witch merchant understands that no one likes him.

He wanted to please him, but didn't know how to do it.

How glad he was when he surmised that the teacher's object was to get him.

He rolled several times in the bed, so excited that he couldn't fall asleep.He was greatly relieved. During this period of time, he had been worried. No one likes witch merchants. This is the truth, so it is strange that the teacher treats him well. Ken said it must be something more, more that.

Now that he had found it at last, he took comfort in the fact that it was a price he could afford.

"No matter what you get, you have to pay for it. Equivalent exchange, this is the basic principle." Occasionally, his mother would tell him this when she wanted to talk to him; she never gave him a nickname, only his first name.So he never begged for affection from his mother, because he wasn't sure if he could afford it.

But this, he can.It might be a little uncomfortable—Yingzi told him in detail what he would experience if that day came, and it was the rare few times she didn't speak to him with disgust, and he even felt that she was a little pity, ridiculous, pity—— But the witch merchant felt that he could overcome it.At least if he had to choose between his father and his teacher, of course he would want the latter.

Father is not bad either.My mother once said: "If I die one day, you will be taken back. His wife may lay hands on you for his own son, but your father will not care. That's how he himself grew up-you will Just get under his covers, he'll push you away at first, but you just hug him tight and nothing else matters. He'll take you, he likes sick deformities, he That's the kind of guy—and—"

She seemed to be trembling, and... the witch merchant was not sure, was it tears, was it because of him?It is difficult for witch merchants to understand.She loathes him.

"Then, you'll survive," she said softly. "Anyway, it's always good to be alive, isn't it?"

What the witch merchant didn't understand was why the person who said that to him died within two days.

But his mother was always right, so he also tried to live longer, although everything was boring, false, and disgusting.

So the father is also bearable.He just worried that his father would eat him in excitement, like he had eaten his mother.

At that time, he wanted to ask his father to keep his eyes.The teacher said that his eyes were beautiful, and he was the only one who said that. The witch merchant wanted to give his eyes to the teacher.

But the teacher is not happy.

After listening to his words, the teacher let out a sigh that seemed to take his lungs out, and then frowned and smiled.

At first, the witch merchant didn't understand why people could frown and smile, but later he understood the meaning of this expression.This means disapproving and being polite, so I can only smile.

"No, young master, I just don't want to scare you." The teacher rubbed between his brows, "It means I'm angry, but it's not your fault that I'm angry, I don't want you to misunderstand."

The witch merchant became curious, because the teacher often showed an unhappy expression to him. Does this mean that the teacher's displeasure was not aimed at him?

"How angry is angry?" he asked.He couldn't figure it out, "Can you fill the glass greenhouse with so much anger?"

"Many, many, more than that, even the lawn in front can't hold the anger." The teacher said softly.

Wu Shang didn't know why, he felt his chest was so warm and full, and the back of his eyelids was sore and astringent.He didn't know why he wanted to cry, the teacher didn't beat him or scold him, but he just was—he tried to swallow the grievance.He really didn't know why he felt wronged.

"Why? Because of me?"

"Yes, because they treated you badly."

The witch merchant felt that he had to retort that he didn't want the teacher to think of him as pitiful, so that when the other party found out that he was not so pitiful, they might hate him.

"They didn't treat me badly. They took good care of me." He showed him the delicate braid he wore on the collar of his shirt, embroidered with intricate stitches and silver thread on branches, leaves and birds .

The teacher showed a disapproving expression: "Young master, don't be stupid, you and I both know what we are talking about."

The witch merchant liked the way the teacher called him "young master" in a joking tone, and his eyes were always shining with joy, as if he was telling a joke they knew well, and he looked very close.Even if the witch merchant doesn't understand what this person is joking about at all.

But he doesn't like it at this moment, he will hate the teacher calling him that, at least 3 minutes, or 2 minutes.

He lowered his head to look at his well-made small leather shoes.

"...At least you are nice to me."

The teacher showed the expression of being hit hard, hurt and at a loss.He frowned again and laughed.

"No, I've been very bad to you. Always been—never."

The witch merchant carefully studied his expression, and asked cautiously, "Are you angry with yourself now?"

"right."

"How angry are you?"

"Stock up the greenhouse and the lawn, and dig up the life that rose bushes made room for."

Wow, that must be very angry, very angry.

Wu Shang blinked, he didn't want to cry now, the soreness in his chest slowly shrank, turning into a small, sweet puddle.

"Then you have to be nice to me from now on."

"Then you have to say it first. For example, do you want a hug?"

The witch merchant was a bit awkward, his mother never hugged him; his father did hug him, but it felt disgusting; Yingzi would just grab his wrist and drag him around.If he admits he likes this, a lot of people will laugh at him.He didn't care, but he didn't like them laughing at him either.

"I won't laugh at you." The teacher said sincerely, "As long as you want to, as long as you tell me, I will hug you."

The witch merchant took a step forward tentatively, then stretched out his fingers timidly, wrapped around the teacher's sleeve, and then stopped.

The teacher smiled, threw him into the sky, caught him in his arms when he screamed, and held him in his arms.

The witch merchant giggled, his pale and thin cheeks were stained with a layer of light pink, making him look less like a doll.He excitedly asked the teacher to repeat the game. They played for a long time, and the witch merchant even tried to hang on the teacher's arm, letting him swing himself on the swing.

These are very interesting, the witch merchant was so excited, he couldn't control his mouth when he was excited, and when he realized it, the words had slipped out of his mouth.

"It's fun to be dragged away like this, and it's not scary at all! Winky was in your position last time, but he dragged me out with my clothes in his mouth. I thought he was going to—" Bite me to death.

It was only when the man suddenly looked over that he realized what he had just said, and he shut his mouth tightly.But it was too late, the teacher raised his eyebrows high, their eyes met for a while, the teacher said cautiously: "Take you out? I thought you were friends."

The witch merchant turned his head away, as he would do when he wanted to avoid some topic.This action made the man feel familiar, because the witch merchants who grew up were like this, but he felt sad because it meant that he had caught the sore spot of the witch merchants.

The witch merchant didn't want to tell the teacher this at all.In what he described to the teacher, Yingzi would open the door for him in the middle of the night when he had a nightmare, and Shining had a gentle temper and would selflessly contribute to its nest.He thought it was so good that he didn't even realize that no child should sleep in the maid's kennel after a nightmare.

Since Yingzi doesn't like him, as a loyal dog belonging to Yingzi, how can Shining like him?

It just can't do anything with him, just like its owner, they are just trying to tolerate him.

But he was very worried that the teacher would doubt his character if he knew this.After all, the servants said in private, if a child hates his dearest dog, he must have done something bad to it, and his blood is cold.

"..." The witch merchant opened his mouth and found himself choked up, "I didn't stab it with a knife."

"Well, you didn't."

"I didn't cut its fur either, I cut its tail with scissors."

"Ok, I know."

The witch merchant cried tremblingly, he had never cried like this before, and he couldn't stop crying.

"I just...I just want to stroke its fur...because...because its eyes are beautiful...really beautiful."

He won't say he likes Winky, that would make him look weird because Winky hates it.But the shiny eyes are nice.

He raised his tear-filled eyes to look at the teacher, and asked timidly, "You...would you hate me?"

The teacher looked like his heart was broken.

Next chapter: Hide and Seek ③

"I don't know." He sat side by side with me on the window sill, his calf dangling, "If I can survive, I want to open a small shop, where I can eat a lot of snacks."

I was speechless in shock, and stammered and asked: "Why, why is it a small shop-that-it doesn't sound high at all. You don't want to join some forces, or become a killer mercenary Is it similar? How handsome is that.”

He looked at me like an idiot.

"I don't want to kill people. It's troublesome, and killing people will bleed." He hugged his knees, as if lost in memory, "I don't like blood."

?April [-]st

It's not that Lianhua doesn't like Winky, but Winky doesn't like him.

It's not that Lianhua doesn't like Zhaoyao, but he thinks that Zhaoyao doesn't like him.

The reason why Lianhua is so persistent in acting like a baby with Ah Ning