The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

The milk was spilled.Alan Stone detested the notion.

He once thought he had everything and was omnipotent, but when he faced a group of hungry "mobs" holding hoes with a gun, he suddenly realized that the world was far more difficult than he thought.

His soldiers crowded with the starving people, and he himself was pushed, body to body, into the gray throng, whose shouts and rage belied his orders.

He yelled, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

"Bang!" A gun went off, like throwing a lighted firewood into a pot of coals.

At that time, the words rang in Alan Stone's mind: "The milk has been spilled." But there was nothing he could do.

He knew he couldn't make the maid change her mind.

Under this seemingly docile face hides a stubborn heart, and no one knows this better than him.

He had already been taught.This maid was afraid of her own whip, but after being beaten hard once, her clothes would still be tampered with, her food would still be mixed with all kinds of strange things, and she would do other unexpected pranks just to let him Make a fool of yourself in front of your family and guests.

It was the most uneasy vacation for Alan Stone. He even felt itchy and his tongue hurt when he saw this maid, and he even had the idea of ​​returning to school early because of this.

This maid still loved William so persistently, regardless of the dire consequences, and was not afraid of her own obstruction.

No one can stop a man who is not even afraid of fear itself.

Alan Ston lifted the small wooden table that had been overturned by him and put it back to its original position. Then he found that the legs of the table were broken by him, and the table couldn't stand upright.The kettle and cups were also broken, and the washbasin was smashed in half, and there was nothing he could do.Fortunately, the small wooden box was not broken. Alan Ston crouched on the ground dejectedly, and picked up the needles, threads, and rags one by one back into the box.

"Alan," Grace called him softly, "wanted to find me a husband... did my brother really say that?"

Alan Stone was still squatting, silently raised his head and looked at him.

William privately made a marriage contract for himself.He saw the girl, and in all fairness, she was a good woman, but Alan Stone felt that she was not good enough for William.Just like his classmates and subordinates, Alan Stone admired them very much, but once he listed them as Grace's husband candidates, he would notice their many shortcomings.

William wanted to marry the girl because he was entrusted by the sacrificed comrade-in-arms to take over from the young and brave lieutenant to take care of his sickly sister.He was skeptical about this, thinking that William didn't have to marry him if he wanted to treat the girl well. "You can take care of her as your own sister," he suggested.

But William said: "Only being a husband can guarantee a woman a lifetime of happiness...no one else, including brothers, can guarantee that."

The way he said this made Alan Stone feel that he wasn't actually talking about his fiancée.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Grace stopped asking. She lowered her head and picked out a piece of cloth from the pile of shredded cloth strips, and blew her nose.

The sound of him blowing his nose was a bit loud, causing Alan Stone to sigh heavily.

Grace stopped blowing her nose and asked him, "What? Think I'm vulgar? Can't live in the palace?"

Alan Stone didn't like the way he brought up that place so easily.He got up and looked around, but he couldn't find a flat surface to put his things on, so he had to put the wooden box on the already full bed.

He saw a familiar little thing in the pile of things on the bed, picked it up and looked at it, and asked, "Is this mine?"

It was the badge that Grace stole from him as a child.

Grace was surprised, mostly out of guilt.He didn't expect Alan Stone's memory to be so good. At the same time, he reflected on himself in his heart, thinking that he was really a bad embryo, and his bad nature had already been cast into his bones.

Alan Stone remembers it so well because he owns many badges with similar designs today.Those badges are authentic, but the one in his hand at this moment is a counterfeit.

When William was honored for the first time in the military academy and received his own medal, he was very envious, so he begged his mother to find someone to imitate a similar style.After a little calculation, it becomes clear that William is extremely good and won his first badge just after entering school, so the imitation in his hand was made when he was seven years old.He and Grace were each other's only playmates at the time.

"I thought I lost it, but it turned out to be with you." Alan Stone looked at the badge over and over again, "I remember I wore it everywhere I went, and it was pinned to my chest—" He pointed it with his fingertips Fiddled with the pin on the back of the badge, it was very strong, and it didn't look like it would fall off the clothes, so I asked again: "Why did I come to you? Did I accidentally drop it and you picked it up?"

Grace was a little ashamed and annoyed, and couldn't help slandering him, thinking that he had had so many good things since he was a child, how could he still be obsessed with such a worthless gadget?

As soon as Alan Stone looked up, he saw his guilty face. He didn't think so much at first, but he understood everything when he saw his expression.

Alan Stone was also very surprised. He knew that Grace had a problem with stealing from him, but that was all later.How obedient and obedient Grace was when she was a child... He thought of the little Grace, whose clothes and hair were always a little dirty and always smirking at him, and his heart felt sore again.

Alan Stone rubbed the surface of the badge with his thumb. The things his mother gave him were always the best. Although it was gold-plated, it was still golden and beautiful after so many years.

"Did you start admiring William back then?" he asked, looking down at the badge.

Grace didn't understand what he was asking, so she kept silent.

Alan Stone turned the badge over. Unlike William's, of course his name was engraved on the back of this one.

He smiled, and put the badge back into the pile of small things, "I wish William was home." Grace would definitely listen to William.

If only he had been nicer to Grace as a kid.

If Grace knew what he was thinking now, she would be very angry.He missed those childish and absurd times of the past, because he felt that they were gone forever.

He raised his hand to unbutton it, startled Grace, and said in surprise, "What are you doing!"

He came out after hastily putting on his clothes, unbuttoning the shirt inside.He draped his coat over his arms, wore only a long shirt, and knelt on the ground with his back to Grace, head bowed, like soldiers in the army waiting to be flogged.

He couldn't say apologetic words, let alone apologized for what happened so long ago, he just said: "You will pay back whatever I beat you before." He has already seen a broom in the corner of this hut, it should It is a handy tool, no worse than a whip.

He waited for a while, and heard Grace stand up, but not towards the corner.

Two calves and two bare feet stopped in sight.He was hit on the left cheek, which was too light to be regarded as a slap, but more like a caress. He couldn't help raising his head, and saw Grace holding back her tears.

"Brother has already slapped me with that whip, you only owe me this slap."