Moonlight Love Poem

Brian Adelaide was so haughty, everyone his age who met him said so.

This arrogance never showed in his behavior or tone, in which he might even be called humble and courteous.But as long as you meet his eyes, the undisguised arrogance can make the person who meets his eyes feel like a person who is inferior to him.Over time, everyone who was forced by his parents was unwilling to approach him, and he felt uncomfortable when he looked at him so lightly.

The Duke of Adelaide also taught him a lesson.

"Bryan, you are an out-and-out genius, but you are also an aristocrat. A genius can be withdrawn, but an aristocrat needs friends. You can't make everyone think that you are difficult to get along with."

Brian has no friends, and he also feels that he does not need friends. He is too smart to see through the adult world in advance, and understands that the only thing that maintains relationships in this world is profit.But it was meaningless to talk back to his father, he hummed lightly, turned around and walked into his room again, continuing to indulge in esoteric knowledge.

Until the day I met Ansair.

The boy brought here by his father looked to be only 11 years old. His silver hair was draped over his shoulders softly. The pair of blue eyes on his exquisite face turned around. When he saw him standing on the balcony, he happily stretched out his hand to kiss him. Say hello.Brian lowered his eyelashes, knowing that he would be called out by his father to chat with this person again later, he looked at the potion formula he had just seen half in his hand, feeling a little annoyed in his heart.

What can we talk about when we go out?Isn't it just the clothes and the girl, or the little things that happen at home, are these important to his potions?Just for these boring things, he will waste the whole morning.

Sure enough, his father came to call him. Brian opened the door and saw the boy downstairs. At such a close distance, the excitement on his face became more obvious. Brian smiled at him, and his eyes became brighter.

His father told him that this was Ansair, the second young master of the Campbell family, and told Brian to get along well with him.

"No problem." Brian smiled, shifted his gaze to Ansair, and said in a friendly tone, "Ansier, come in."

After his father left, Ansair walked into his room, sat on his sofa, reached out and flipped through the potion formula book on his desk, and after reading a few pages, he showed a puzzled expression and asked He: "Did you see these?"

Brian was brewing two cups of black tea, and frowned slightly, regretting that he hadn't been able to put these things away.He said calmly, "Yes, it's an extra interest."

The heirs of the nobility do not have people who love this knowledge. For them, these things do not need to be done by themselves. Naturally, there are people who serve them to complete these things.Once they find out, they will look at these things with arrogant and critical eyes, and foolishly propose to throw these things to the servants, and then tell him hypocritically not to be interested in the things of inferior people, the nobles do not need These.

It's ridiculous. I don't know what the nobles really need. My eyes are full of brocade clothes. What's the use of those clothes? Anyone who wears those things can become a nobleman. Only knowledge is a sign of nobility. .

After he finished making tea, he pushed the black teacup in front of Ansair, but Ansier didn't pick it up. He lowered his head to look at the books again, flipped through a few pages casually, then raised his head: "Look Come on, you like these very much, and I took a lot of notes on them."

The expression on Brian's face faded. The person in front of him behaved unexpectedly. After listening to his explanation, he even flipped through the notes and found those notes.But it didn't matter, he didn't know how many times he had heard what he would say next, and he didn't care to listen to it again. He didn't need to remember the teachings of fools.

But Ansair didn't speak next, he closed the book, put it aside, and then took a sip from the teacup, as if he was thirsty, the black tea was quickly drank by him and only half was left cup.

"I've heard people say about you." He put down the glass, looked around Brian's room, and then looked away, asking, "Where do you want to put this book? It will get wet if you put it here. Then you won’t be able to see it.”

Brian looked into his sincere eyes, and the strange feeling made him not know what to say. After a while, he said calmly: "Do you think this book should be placed in the room? This is a potion book. "

Based on past experience, shouldn't he ask his servants to take these things out and throw them away?

"Isn't this something you like?" Ansair's expression was a little puzzled, his blue eyes were bright, "Since you like it, why don't you put it away? Or do you want to put it in the study?"

Brian felt something novel from these words. He blinked, stood up, and tentatively said: "Then can you please go over and help me put this book away? Put it on the shelf."

Ansair looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't understand why two people had to go together to put a book.But he was only stunned for a few seconds, and quickly reacted and replied: "Oh, yes. Of course."

He took the potions book on his own initiative and stood up.Brian also stood up, and when he walked to the door frame, he suddenly found that the other person was shorter than him. He had recorded his height, and he had seen his height in the mirror. The gap was just a potion book.

Ansair walked in front, pushed away the study rooms and walked in under his guidance, while Brian looked at his back and silently evaluated the value of the person in front of him, which was related to where he would allocate him , What attitude will you use to face this person in the future?But just because he was willing to send the potion book back to the study with his own hands, he could have a higher status than those stupid nobles.

"Okay." Just as Brian was thinking, Ansair had put the book back, turned around and walked in front of him, and asked, "What shall we do next?"

Brian looked over his head at the bookshelf. The potion book had indeed been put back in its original place. In order to prevent others from seeing these books that should not appear in a noble's house when they came in, Brian put all these things on the bookshelf The highest place, but there are many vacancies on the bookshelf, and there are also many vacancies at the bottom, why bother to put the books on the top?

"The books on the top are all about potions," the other party's answer came, and he realized that he had asked the question. Ansair continued, "The books below are all ordinary books, a magic book." Don't you think it's strange that the medicine book is in there?"

Brian looked at him, and suddenly noticed the moonlight-like silver hair of the other party. They were flowing smoothly on the back of his head like flowing water, like the moonlight he collected in the middle of the night to make a potion.A thought that had never appeared before popped up, he was silent for a while, and said calmly; "I'm going to refine potions next, do you want to come with me?"

The other party's sapphire-like eyes widened slightly, and he blinked, his tone full of surprise: "You mean you already know how to make potions?!"

There was no disgust or bewilderment in his tone, it was full of curiosity and envy. Brian felt this feeling he had never experienced before, nodded, and repeated it again.

"Of course!" Ansair agreed excitedly. He looked around, leaned in front of him, grabbed his arm and said in a low voice: "Let's go quickly, don't be discovered by these people. They want to take us back to drink tea and chat."

The strange touch on his arm made Brian startled, but he didn't dislike this novel feeling. After whispering "Follow me", he led Ansair closer to his secret room.

Ansair, who was exposed to potions for the first time, was obviously very excited. He kept asking Brian about everything he could see. Brian picked a simple formula and started making potions, and Ansair was like a bird. The little sparrow that broke into it by mistake wandered around, and the long silver-white hair appeared in Brian's peripheral vision from time to time, and the suppressed excited voice occasionally entered his ears.

Fortunately, he has always been a calm person, and he was not disturbed by Ansair, and successfully completed the potion. The moment the light blue potion turned pink, Ansair came over again , blue eyes with light.

"What's this?" he asked excitedly.

Brian told him the name of the potion and took a moment to glance at his laboratory, but he didn't see the scene where things were being touched everywhere. Everything stayed in its original place, even the one he dropped before. A bottle on the ground stayed there as well.

"I didn't knock anything off." Ansair said with a smile. He looked a little more proud than before, staring at Brian with burning eyes, "My father asked me to follow the standards of a knight since I was a child, to be able to observe the surroundings carefully and Going undetected while probing is fundamental."

After the two returned to the room, they were caught by the Duke of Adelaide who was staying there. Since Ansair was still holding the potion, the Duke of Adelaide could tell where they had just gone at a glance.Bryan accepted the reproach with lowered eyes.

"Brian, don't bring your unrefined things to Ansair. Not everyone likes these things." Father said sternly, begging Ansair for the potion in his hand.

"No," Ansair unexpectedly refused, and he said seriously, "Uncle, potions are not something unpopular, Brian likes them very much, you shouldn't say that."

Brian raised his eyes. He looked at Ansair's back, feeling a little puzzled by the feeling he had never had before.

"Ansair, do you really think so?" Father continued, his tone softened.Brian could already tell that he had changed his attitude, but Ansair still answered him seriously.

The father was silent for a while, and his eyes turned to him. Looking at the expression on his father's face, he easily understood what he wanted to express.

After his father left, Brian was silent for a while. He walked to the edge of the sofa, pretending to be casual and said, "Ansair, do you want to be friends with me?"

Ansair looked at him in bewilderment, but Brian, whether he understood or not, leaned back and announced his decision calmly.

"I agreed to be friends with you, and I will find you tomorrow."