The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

William Ston was highly respected by his classmates at school.After he passed the graduation exam, several of his close classmates were extremely reluctant to give up on him, and William invited them to visit Stone Mountain Villa on the homecoming day.

Although the vast majority of military school students are nobles, not many have manors at home.Under the warm hospitality of William, several students enjoyed the fun of the country villa and played with great interest.

Only one classmate seemed to lack interest and couldn't lift his spirits to do anything.

William asked him if he was not used to the climate here.The classmate replied with worried eyes: "I may be going to do something stupid."

"What's stupid?"

"I feel that I am in love with one of your housemaids."

William had never thought about that before, but at this moment he became alert and asked him, "Which one?"

The classmate replied: "The most special one seems to be called 'Grace'."

At this moment, what William felt in his heart was anger.He had never done this before, glaring at his classmate in a gaffe, thinking how dare he, how dare he fall in love with "his Grace"?

He did two unseemly things.First, he lied to the classmate, saying that Grace's age was a few years younger, and then he made up a reason and asked the guests to leave early.

The villa returned to its former tranquility.

Grace was very happy about this, and William saw it, and asked him: "Don't you like having guests at home?"

Grace smiled and shook her head, and replied lively: "When the guests come, I have to cook more dishes!" Actually, it was because William wanted to accompany his classmates, so he had no time to accompany him.No, as soon as the guests left, William could take him to play in the woods.

"Tired of working in the kitchen?"

Only then did Grace realize that she had spoken too fast just now and slipped her mouth.

He shook William's hand flatteringly, "I'm not tired, I'm going to accompany Sophie. It's actually fun in the kitchen, brother, don't you know how pudding is made? I do!" William When he's not at home, he'd better stay in the kitchen and Anson be a maid.In this way, Madam will not dislike him, and will not reprimand William for disliking him.

William had nothing to do with his coquettishness, he looked at him helplessly and smiled, "You can't always think about playing around, Grace, you are already a big girl—" His words stopped suddenly.

In their eyes, Grace was already a tall and charming girl, but at that time, Grace was so happy that she still looked like a child.He didn't see that William suddenly had something on his mind, so he pulled William to let him listen to a German poem he had memorized during this time.

William was drawn back by his melodious recitation, and asked him in surprise, "The original text you recited?"

Grace nodded triumphantly.

"Do you understand what it means?"

Grace's pride was cut off, and she shook her head a little embarrassedly, "I don't know." He just recited it when he saw that William liked it.

William laughed, "It's incredible that I can recite the meaning without knowing what it means."

So Grace felt complacent again.

William took the blanket off the horse, spread it under the shade of a tree, and sat down with Grace.He learned from Grace that using a stick as a pen can write on the ground.He wrote down the poem Grace had just recited line by line, both in German and in translation, and told Grace word by word.

It was a long poem, and Grace yawned at the last line.A very indecent yawn, eyes closed, head held high, mouth wide open, forgetting to cover it with hands, bridge of nose wrinkled.The sunlight filtered through the leaves above their heads, showing his white teeth and soft tongue.

After Grace yawned, she remembered Sophie's usual nagging, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, and smiled blushingly at William.At this time, broken light also shone into his green eyes, and the color looked clearer than usual.

He fell asleep on the blanket.

William sat on the sidelines reading a book, and after only reading a few lines, his gaze unconsciously shifted to Grace's face.

They were talking about Schiller's poems just now, and for Schiller, William not only loved his poems, but also loved his profound insights into art and aesthetics.

At this time, he looked at Grace's peaceful sleeping face, and couldn't help but think of what Schiller called "the pleasure of beauty": "The pleasure produced by pure form and beauty is a wonderful step completed by man."

Where nature creates beauty, people also have demands for beauty and arouse ideals in their hearts.

The broken hair on the sideburns was blown onto the small nose, and the tip of the nose was played playfully.Grace felt itchy in the dream, and moved her nose dissatisfiedly, extruding a few lovely fine lines on the graceful arc of the bridge of the nose, very much like the way he yawned just now.

Some fingertips gently brushed the hair away from the tip of the nose, and the sleep became peaceful again.

A nap is always pleasant, and the whole face is warm and flushed from sleep.The lips are relaxed, with a small slit in the middle, making the lips look moist and unsuspecting, even if they are touched by fingers, they are not aware of it, and they still spit out a small airflow smoothly, with a green taste of fruit .

He ate cherries while listening to William's poems.The cherries were picked by William for him. They were not ripe yet, and they made one's teeth feel sour. He stuffed them whole into his mouth.His eyes, nose, and mouth were squeezed with sourness, but after spitting out the cherry stone, he would immediately stuff the next one into his mouth.

William not only smelled a green smell from his lips, but also a hint of sweetness.It turned out that the cherries were not completely raw, they were already ripening.

He woke up.

William has not had time to escape.In other words, William didn't realize that he needed to escape until he saw the green eyes open.

He is completely unconscious.Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be so close, let his chest be so close to Grace's, let his breath be entangled with Grace's.

William sat upright with a bloodless face, his eyes staring straight at the distant horizon.

Grace, who was always talkative, also calmed down, stretched her waist pretentiously, turned sideways, and said in a sleepy voice: "Brother, I want to sleep a little longer." Before speaking, he touched the bed with his hand. His own lips, but couldn't feel anything, and he didn't really understand it at all.

He soon realized that because he was always peeping at the servants doing nasty things, his mind was filled with too many weird things, so he was going astray.He also felt guilty because of this, feeling that his impure thoughts had tarnished William's nobility.

Later, when he was lying like that, he really fell asleep again unconsciously, and when William woke him up again, it was already evening.

When they went back, William didn't carry him to the horse first as usual, and then he came up again and took the rein.The two of them walked back together leading the horse.

Later, Grace recalled that that trip was the last time William took him into his arms and rode a horse with him in his arms.

He didn't know exactly what had happened that afternoon, or how every touch William had had to touch him since then had come with a sting of guilt attached.