Days and nights of women's clothing in front of the Duke

Andy clenched his fists tightly, he glanced at the guard, in that strange sneering gaze, his skin was burning, and he breathed violently like an asthmatic.

The guards stared at him vigilantly, but Andy didn't do anything unnecessary. He restrained his breathing and staggered away.

Andy walked over the prison walls and across the vineyard yards, and it was strange that he walked without a care and no one stopped him, but then he found out where everyone was going, the nobles and the servants were in the drawing room.

He walked slowly to the window covered with vines.

Through the gap, he saw the Duke, Neil, the servants and maids, the nobles kneeling on the ground crying bitterly, and a tall man dressed as a butler.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, and the Duke looked grim at first, but when the nobleman began to cry, he couldn't help moving, and then slowly bent down and helped him up.

He whispered something, the noble boy hugged him and cried even more fiercely.

The Duke patted him on the shoulder. He himself was not yet an adult, but he began to comfort the child like an adult, saying words of forgiveness.

Andy watched intently, then left.

He doesn't know what's going on in the living room, what the Duke has done, but he knows that what he needs is not available at this time, and Andy can only wait for a suitable occasion for him to appear.

Waited until night.

Ingmar was lucky not to be sent to the gallows, and Andy has been very quiet because of this. He is not suitable for being quiet, and the wheat in the wheat field will rustle even if there is no wind.

After dealing with DeWitt, the Duke returned to his residence with a depressed mood. The wheat-skinned country bumpkin was standing in the yard waiting for him. Austin couldn't help frowning, but his steps became brisk.

He didn't realize that Andy was blowing in, blowing away the hot summer wind.

"Andy."

Hearing the sound, the young man raised his head and saluted respectfully: "Master Duke."

He changed a bit, which started when he came out of prison with Ingmar.

Indifferent, yet respectful, and vaguely hostile.

Austin suddenly realized that they were no longer exhausted partners in the birch forest. After having their own identities, their relationship should return to decent, so Austin stopped and stayed in a suitable place. distance.

"Ah."

"You say today that Ingmar's crimes cannot be forgiven, do you?"

Austin wanted to nod at first, but he was inexplicably unhappy. He didn't want to be labeled as cruel, and he couldn't bear to see him disappointed, so he found the most unlikely and best way to say: "I will appeal for him , if the noble lady is willing to testify, I can find a way to pardon his crimes."

"Are you serious?"

Andy stared straight at him with slightly condensed eyes. Austin coughed and nodded. He wanted to advise Andy not to do things in vain, but the other party didn't seem to take his worries into his eyes and agreed in a low voice In one sentence, he quickly offered his farewell.

"My lord, leave."

"and many more!"

Austin's face turned cold, with a slight reluctance, he looked up at the grapes in the yard and said, "I want to eat it, so you pick it for me."

"Yes, my lord." It was still a polite, rusty answer that belonged to the servant Andy.

Austin couldn't help but feel disappointed. He took the grapes that Andy had picked, and was a little angry, and simply threw them on the ground: "I don't eat grapes that haven't been washed."

Andy was silent and apologized: "Sorry, my lord."

Austin felt a little powerless. He looked at Andy suspiciously, wondering if he had changed his soul, but in the end he didn't see anything, and left even more depressed than before, returning to the room.

Andy walked alone on the quiet path, he thought a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

On the other side, DeWitt found Sabo secretly.

He asked eagerly if there was any suitable solution, and Sabo smiled softly: "You are too anxious."

"How can I feel at ease? There are many eyes and ears in the manor. Sooner or later, he will know that I seized the blackmail letter. I will die. You should find a way to kill him. Only by killing him can I feel at ease."

Sabo hooked the corner of his mouth: "Well, it seems that I can only make you feel at ease."

DeWitt said pleasantly: "You have a way, right?"

Saber said: "Conspiracies and tricks don't have to be complicated. As long as they can achieve the ultimate goal, the simplest ones are often the most effective. I know that there is a beautiful clock tower in Hall Manor, which was built in the era of the first Duke Phelps. The artisans of the time used Mercdot's lacquer to color the wood, and that varnish was very flammable, and it was the best accident."

DeWitt's pale cheeks flushed, he couldn't help biting his fingers, and murmured: "But, what if someone finds out?"

Sabo whispered in his ear: "Master DeWitt, you don't need to pretend to be someone else, you make the bait yourself, take the Duke upstairs, and leave everything else to me."

DeWitt hardly hesitated: "Okay."

But soon he regretted it: "But, he is my cousin, Sabo, we can imprison him and not harm him."

Sabo let out a short ah, as if he was sighing: "Master DeWitt, you are really kind. Of course, I will not deny you this little request."

DeWitt smiled slowly, well-behaved and timid, and a little naive: "I will treat him well. If I were the Duke, I would treat him better than he treats me."

Sabo nodded in agreement: "Of course, you will."

When the Duke went out the next day, the servant whispered the news of the death row to him.

"Where's the servant I brought back?"

The Duke was surprised. He was even a little anxious. He asked the servant if he saw Andy. For the funeral, he should be back."

The Duke took a breath: "Take me to him."

The servant was a little surprised, but he had no intention of questioning the master's order. The Duke wondered if Andy would blame him. This thought made him panic and felt offended.

Just a death row man, he told himself, it's no big deal, Austin told himself, I'm the Duke, he'll fawn on me.

They met Andy on a trail.

The young man's face was very pale, but his eyes were calm, and he couldn't tell if he had cried. He was probably a little tired. He walked slowly and slowly, as if his shoes were filled with mud.

The Duke's voice was frozen in his throat, his mind was a mess, and he couldn't say anything. He waved off the male servant, and walked slowly over by himself.

"I'm sorry." Austin said dryly, as if he had become Andy's weak companion in the forest again, looking at him in bewilderment, hoping that he would be tough, not this dazed and confused Sad look.

He wanted to comfort him that you deserved a better friend, but he didn't dare to mention it, so he closed his mouth silently.

After a while, he heard Andy say calmly: "Your Excellency, I should leave here."

Austin's complexion changed drastically.

Andy said: "You knew earlier that I'm not the one who grudges about the past. For me, the hatred is deep, but it will never be more important than the present life. I thought I would adapt to the manor and the new life." status, but I was wrong, I don't like it here at all, so I should apologize to you."

He said in a low voice: "I am not a noble person. Instead of restraining my nature and catering to flattery, I prefer to be free. I would rather be a wild flower under the fence than a rose that is favored by others. "

"So, Austin, I should go. Annie is still looking for me. The poor little girl must be in a hurry."

He twitched the corner of his mouth and looked to the other side of the path for a while: "Thank you for allowing Ingmar to be buried here. It's a place full of flowers, and Ingmar will like it."

Without words of farewell, they are no longer friends, nor servants.

He is leaving.

This sudden news came crashing in, Austin was no longer reserved, he was surprised, but couldn't believe it, more was the anger and grievance of being betrayed.

He couldn't speak, and suddenly felt like crying.

"Andy!"

He rushed up and grabbed the boy's arm.

The young man looked back at him, not out of impatience, but expressionlessly, and said calmly, "My lord, please forgive my farewell."

"You will regret it!" Feeling his determination, Austin couldn't help shouting: "I did nothing wrong, you will regret it if you leave me!"

Austin once again saw his cold appearance, his eyes without nostalgia.

"Andy!"

Austin's last memory is the back of the boy leaving quietly.

He couldn't stop crying, but he couldn't find a suitable reason, what to say, what to do, why he was sad, Austin didn't know, he was so bored, he locked himself in the room all day.

In the evening, DeWitt knocked on his door.

"Cousin, do you want to go and relax?"

DeWitt looked at him nervously, and said cautiously: "I heard from Neil that you are very unhappy, is it because of me?"

Austin shook his head coldly, maintaining a haughty face.

DeWitt said timidly, "There are burning clouds outside, it's very beautiful, cousin, do you want to go and see it?"

Austin slammed the door shut. He had been in the room for too long, angry and anxious, and couldn't help opening the door again. DeWitt was still at the door, seeing him smiling cautiously.

"Cousin, let me accompany you." He looked like an obedient pet.

In the end, Austin followed DeWitt out. The two walked slowly, and Austin was in a better mood. They came to a strange clock tower. DeWitt talked about the allusion and told him to climb to the clock tower. You can see very far.

"I want to go up and have a look, but I'm too scared, cousin, can we go up together."

Austin pouted secretly, but did not refuse: "Okay, coward."

On the other side, Andy found a big ship transporting wood in the port. He acted as a temporary helper and set sail with the big ship. When he turned his head, he glanced at the direction of Hall Manor. There seemed to be a bright red fire. It's gone when you look closely.

Andy didn't think much of it.

It would never have occurred to him that seeing Austin again would be three years later.

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"I'd rather be a wild flower under a hedge than a rose in favor." - Excerpted from "Much Ado About Nothing"