fish man and lady

Jingjing apologized in a panic and begged for forgiveness, while Elizabeth regretted that the lovely Alice in her hands would no longer have a target to chase, and would be lost in a strange and wonderful wonderland day after day, and she knew it was a good thing and not a bad thing.

If she were that Alice, she might choose to stay in the dreamland...

"It's okay, just be careful next time."

The old housekeeper couldn't bear to see such a bad tempered appearance. He remembered that when he first came here, some of the first batch of servants here had a few of the things they did because of the master's good temper. The place is the result of direct shooting, only the young lady will forgive over and over again, and give them the courage to commit the crime again.

Therefore, if they make mistakes, they should be punished properly so that they will not dare to make mistakes.

"Go to the head maid to receive the punishment, and I will give you another place next time." The old housekeeper spoke without any emotion and passed the sentence. This is already considered light, and all the servants in this house know that this is the case. The old butler used to mean.

"Yes... yes." The maid tremblingly packed up the pieces of the porcelain cup, and left with a pale face. The others continued to do their own things, and those who had nothing to do stood quietly aside, watching their noses, noses, and hearts. , like nothing happened.

Tiger felt that he had found the reason why the servants in this foreign mansion were so lifeless—the old housekeeper who was eager to protect the master did not allow himself to watch the little master who had grown up receive a little neglect and disrespect, and the only thing left was the doll-like obedient capable.

It's no wonder the old housekeeper disliked him.

"Grandpa Nedro...then I'm going to the music room." Knowing that it was for her own good, Elizabeth swallowed the words at the end.

In this mansion, this old butler who has been taking care of her since she was very young is the only one who treats her wholeheartedly.She knows this better than anyone else.

"Mr. Tiger, let's go to the music room."

He nodded, and followed her silently, his better hearing than humans allowed him to hear the dissatisfaction of a certain servant—it was obviously just a murloc slave.

Slaves have no human rights. In the eyes of many people here, slaves probably deserve to be played with to death. People like him who talk to their masters on an equal footing, don't need to walk on their knees, and even have good living conditions... are they different? .

In the eyes of people here, there should be Elizabeth among the heretics.

"Mr. Tiger, you may feel bored in a while, you can go to the study next door, there are many books there."

"It's good that I'm on the side." Now the weather outside is still terrible, he better not leave, Elizabeth is still pale even after drinking something hot - she is afraid.

Ray exploded outside the house, drowning out the thank you that shouldn't have come out of her mouth.

Tiger came to the music room for the first time, and he thought it was spectacular at first glance, because it is almost a museum, and you can see all kinds of musical instruments here. He has traveled to many places, and every time he goes to a new area, he will try to understand the local customs, There are also a lot of musical instruments, but there are still some that he has never seen before. Everything is well maintained, but it can be seen that it is not new, and the girl's painstaking efforts have been poured into it.

He watched Elizabeth sit down in front of the piano first, opened a brand new score, and witnessed the whole process from jerky to proficient. He wanted to applaud, but Elizabeth was not satisfied. She demanded herself harshly, like Practice like challenging yourself to the limit.

This is a matter that consumes energy and patience. He can play a few simple pieces, and when he has time, he can play them to the children in Murloc Street. Just playing once is enough for him to temporarily stay away from the piano for five or six days.

He couldn't help but want her to rest for a while, but Elizabeth was getting better and better, leaving the score and playing with her eyes closed. At this time, he couldn't bear to interrupt her, but he still felt pity for the sweat on her forehead.

When the piano was closed, Elizabeth's body trembled slightly, she was a little exhausted, and her face was flushed unnaturally, "Next... is... the violin..."

"Take a break." Her body would be overwhelmed if she let it go.For the first time, Tiger knew that she would mess around like this without caring about her body at all.

Elizabeth froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered that there was someone else in the room, "But...but it's not the time to rest after class."

"Because you used the rest time for practice, and now you just make up for it." He didn't know when Elizabeth would finish class, but a maid came in halfway, and she backed out when she saw that Elizabeth didn't want to stop, so he said this . "And there is no teacher around now."

"Is this the so-called 'sneaking out'?" Elizabeth blinked, then blinked again.

"There's nothing wrong with sneaking a try."

Elizabeth hesitated for a while, and finally nodded. She sat down on the sofa next to her and shook her legs excitedly. "Then what should I do in my free time? Boxing? Playing cards? Drinking?"

What Elizabeth read was probably the sneaking off of the adventurer's hands, the five big and three thick men, and she should be thankful that there were no records of too outrageous things in the published book.Tiger thought happily, but it was too early to feel relieved.

"Ah, I haven't quite understood, what does 'meat jokes' refer to, cooking meat?" As soon as Elizabeth finished speaking, Tiger only felt a mouthful of blood in his heart, and what came up at the same time was to find those publishers The impulse to talk about it, have you carefully read the manuscripts submitted by others, and deleted everything that should be deleted!

"...Let me tell you a story." It's still safer, what is better to tell this time?The thunder outside seemed to be a little quieter, but the torrential rain did not stop, and the mansion was still gloomy. Before Elizabeth paid attention to this aspect, let's talk about something fun.

"it is good!"

"So..." Tiger was thinking about the story in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw Elizabeth's expectant appearance. Her emerald eyes were shining brightly, and the light made him at a loss for words—what should I say?

"Mr. Tiger?" Elizabeth waited for the story, and involuntarily moved towards Tiger, who was sitting on the carpet casually, but the other party froze for a moment, and quickly moved away again.

Oh, yes, it's too close, if Grandpa Niedro sees it, he will say it.

Elizabeth slumped her shoulders, and Tiger wanted to touch her head and coax her in such a loss, but her subsequent behavior made him at a loss—Elizabeth sat directly next to him with her skirt up.

"There's nothing wrong with trying secretly." This was what he had just taught, and Elizabeth returned it to him beautifully.

"..."

"Speaking of which, this is the first time I've sat so close to Mr. Tiger." Elizabeth turned her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling, as if the brightest stars were always hidden.

This made Tiger a little afraid to look at her, so he could only turn his head away stiffly.

Xin said yes, usually there are at least three steps, this time he can not only touch the fabric of her skirt, but also feel the girl's body temperature.

If that one in the morning doesn't count.

"Mr. Tiger, you are really big. There seems to be a mountain beside you." Elizabeth used her hands to gesture the difference between the two of them, "If I am this big, you are so big, Mr. Tiger! Mr. Ge was very tall when he was a child, right?"

【It's because you are too petite that you feel so bad. ] Tiger replied in his heart, he has seen quite a few human beings, but he always felt that Elizabeth was smaller than her peers, maybe it was okay for a girl, but the burden on her shoulders was too heavy, he was worried that When the thin shoulders collapsed.

Because Elizabeth was interested in how he looked when he was a child, she compared her own size when she was a child, "I was not tall among my peers at the time, and I would grow taller if I ate more."

"Peers of the same age..." Elizabeth thought back, and found that there was no such thing as a peer around her. It could also be said that she didn't even have any friends around her, and now only Mr. Tiger was the one to talk about. "Speaking of which, how old are you, Mr. Tiger? I don't know yet."

"36..."

"I'm twice as big as I am!" Elizabeth's voice raised a little, because she didn't expect that there would be a double gap, "Obviously there is no generation gap when chatting, so I thought Mr. Tiger just grew older .”

Tiger stroked the beard on his chin, thinking that it was really like what Elizabeth thought, how prematurely he was aging, and also felt a little melancholy that he had never felt before.

Yes, compared to the little girl in front of me, I am really old.

Realizing that the topic of age is not good, Elizabeth thoughtfully changed it, "Mr. Tiger feels very reliable. It seems that if Mr. Tiger is with you, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

"..." If possible... He finally reached out and touched her head carefully, "Don't be afraid, whether it's a water ghost or something, I'm here."

"...Okay, Mr. Tiger!"

engagement

The story was still not told at the end, the two chatted for a while, and Elizabeth got up to practice the violin, which was different from the piano practice before, this time she did not go to get the score, it seemed that she was performing casually, and the rhythm was also different. Cheerful and carefree, as if they were gathering in the flower field at this time, making people unconsciously forget the bad weather outside the house at this time.

But there is also a sense of disobedience, because this kind of music is not suitable for this mansion.

The few songs are over, and the morning time is officially over. When the meal time comes,