The protagonist is always seen

In a small house in the countryside far away from the royal capital, the house is a typical house of a wealthy and hardworking grandmother in the countryside. The room is covered with dark carpets, and there is a long table covered with lace borders. A tablecloth, and a silver candlestick, which is not often used, is usually placed there as an ornament, and a few chairs, all of which have an embroidered cushion.

There are always things that can be placed, sometimes it is a delicate clock, sometimes it is a painting, usually the old grandmother Closi and a beautiful girl in the painting, that is really a very beautiful girl, you The first time you see her, you can't help but want to get close to her. She has blond hair like a traditional beauty. She is the theme of bard singing and the heart of young people's eyes.

In short, this two-story small house is a bit crowded with these decorations, but it still looks very warm overall.

The old grandmother Ke Luoxi was sitting next to the burning warmth and the fireplace, surrounded by a group of little guys.

There were five little guys sitting on the carpet. They didn't want to sit on the big chairs, so they sat at the feet of the old grandmother. The seven or eight-year-old children all raised their heads, like little birds waiting to be fed. At this time, the bird was quietly listening to the old grandmother Ke Luoxi telling stories.

The old grandmother was still knitting a scarf in her hand at this time.

Everyone knows that Grandma Closi is full of funny stories, and everyone says that when she was young, she had a lover of bards.

But the little ones looked at Ke Luoxi's kind face and warm big belly-K Luoxi's grandmother loved those little desserts so much that she ate herself into a soft big belly-and felt that the authenticity of this statement needs to be explored .

Grandmother Closi is telling a knight's adventure story today. Of course, this kind of story has a heroine in the end. Sometimes the heroine is a beautiful but proud elf, and sometimes a country girl with amazing beauty and soft hair. Usually blond hair - which greatly satisfies the vanity of these children Remaya, she has blond hair.

Although not soft.

The heroine in today's story is a princess who has been persecuted by her stepmother. She still has amazing beauty, but she is weak and sick. The story is progressing to the point where the princess is sick and needs a knight to fetch a leaf from the elf mother tree.

A little boy glanced at the girl next to him, with a slap mark on his right cheek, and muttered.

"If the princesses were like Yadas, I wouldn't go fetch the leaves."

The little girl next to him was a red-haired girl. She obviously heard it, without moving her eyes, and gave him a slap as usual, so now he also has a slap on the left cheek.

He grinned, wanting to cry, but tried to hold back.

The old grandmother laughed, looked at the children from under the reading glasses, and then turned her head to look at the clock on the wall.

"It's time for dinner, I didn't realize it was so late, you should go back, my dear."

The children started yelling all at once, trying to finish listening to the story dawdly, they are not very good at bearing their desires, and they are used to playing tricks.

"Mrs. Closie said, they are all gone."

The one who spoke was a child sitting at the head of the stairs. He looked a little older, about thirteen or fourteen years old. He sat on the first step of the stairs, just blocking the stairs. His white shirt was washed until the collar was slightly faded. Huang, wearing a light brown vest and matching cropped trousers, showing an ankle.

He wore an old beret on his head, and a little bit of soft dark brown hair peeked out from under it, just covering his neck.

He's not interested in corny love stories, he's lazy and seems to be dozing off all the time.

After he finished speaking, those children shut up and quietly ran out of Ke Luoxi's old grandmother's yard.

Like a group of little sheep frightened by the shepherd's whip.

Mrs. Closie is old enough to be a grandmother, and she has silver hair, a sweet voice for children, likes sweets, and her arms are as warm as a stove. She is the image of a grandmother in everyone's heart, so people around her call her Ke Grandmother Losey.

Those kids and their parents all called it that, but the kid sitting on the stairs—Waum, he never.

He called her Mrs. Closie, and she was not as polite as the little devil of the children in the town, but like a well-educated young master.

He did have good looks, even at a young age, but his honey-colored eyes already caught the little girl's attention.

Grandmother Closi is also very fond of Vaum, the little gentleman's gentleman.

"Waum, I didn't realize it's so late, can you help me wake up Al for dinner? He slept too much today, I'm a little worried that he won't be able to eat anything."

Vaum nodded, like a well-trained hound, stepping lightly on the stairs, his calm performance made people feel very reliable.

He quickly came to the door of a room on the second floor, stopped for a while, straightened the collar of his shirt, then curled up his knuckles, knocked on the door lightly three times, but there was no response, he patiently After knocking three more times, there was a rustling sound from inside.

"I can't find my sock, it's only one."

A small, immature voice came from inside, with some sleepiness.

Upon hearing this, Waum opened the door and went in.

The room was dark with curtains drawn. There was only a bed, a dressing table with a large mirror and a large wardrobe. The floor was covered with a thick and soft carpet, and there were a few exquisite small sets scattered on the carpet. Baby, maybe its owner was too lazy to take it back after playing with it. There are dark red curtains hanging on the four pillars of the bed, which are half open at this time.

This room should belong to a beautiful woman, young and beautiful, carefree, with a lot of beautiful clothes, and a 10-minute love for pretty gadgets.

But in fact, it was not a woman who lived there.

Waum stood still in front of the bed, looking through the half-opened curtain, there was a child inside, he was half squatting, wearing loose pajamas, Waum knew that it was made of satin, very soft, such a fabric It will not leave a red mark on the child.

His bare skin is very white, so white that it makes people feel a little cold, and in a dark room, it gives the illusion that his skin is glowing.

The child has black hair, which is quite rare. Nowadays, people are more or less mixed. Waum has only seen this pure black hair. It is not only black, but also very soft. Waum's own hair is like that of a lion. The mane, soft to the touch, feels like linen.

Vaum called him.

"Ariel."

When the child turned his head, Waum couldn't help shaking his head.

Waum thought of the beauty in the story of Mrs. Closi, with lips as red as roses and skin as white as snow.

He thought, that should mean Ariel, and Ariel is the rose.

"Waum, where's grandmother?"

Ariel was anxiously calling for someone to come over, but when he turned his head and saw Waum, his voice became a little weaker, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction.

He is not familiar with Waumu. Although he grew up here, the farthest place he has reached is just to buy roses in the rose garden on the other side of the town with Grandmother Closi, and he is not willing to go out easily. Fortunately, There were always groups and groups of children in Grandma Closi's house, so that poor Ellie--as Grandma Closi loved him--would not be alone.

But as he grew up, in the eyes of Grandma Closi, he no longer had any friends to play with--Avery must say, he never played with those children.

And the children who will listen to stories definitely do not include wild boys like Waumu. He and the big boys have already started hunting with adults in the mountains. Never go to the house of the old grandmother Closi, Vaum will go because of the invitation of Madam Closi.

Mrs. Closi's original words are as follows.

"I'm really worried about my little grandson. He's as old as you, and he's a big kid, but he doesn't have any friends yet. Although there are always some cute little angels in my house, they are too small to be with him." My Ellie can’t play together, Vaum, my dear, just do me a favor and go play with Ellie for a while, you have so many friends, I’m very relieved to leave it to you.”

Vaum had been favored by this lady when he was a child, and he always kept it in his heart. Madam Closi made such a simple request and Vaum agreed without hesitation.

The town is not big, and almost all the children in the town know Waum, and they are all proud of Waum, and it is very easy for him to bring anyone to play.

And Vaum was also a little surprised. He had never heard of Mrs. Closi's little grandson, and almost none of the other partners around him had heard of it. Beetles of karma, stay away—these kids know it from their older sister or mother at home.

The town is not rich, and it is proud of labor. Any child who does not work will be twisted by his mother. Boys in their teens have to learn to hunt, otherwise no girl will be willing to marry him.

And Ariel just stays at home every day, and definitely doesn't do anything—this information is a child's contribution after participating in the mother's gossip with other wives.

It's not that Vaum has never seen such a person. There is a widow in the east of the town. Her son does nothing and sleeps at home every day. Now he is a young man in his 30s, still the same, very fat And empty.

Vaum felt that Mrs. Closi wanted him to teach that slob how to hunt and learn a craft so that he could support himself in the future—Vaum didn't think Ariel could marry a girl.

Curing a slacker is not an easy task, but Waumu doesn't intend to make excuses to shirk. Although he is afraid of trouble, he will never shirk the responsibility on his shoulders, and he doesn't think that anyone will touch his fist Say no, he is confident that the other party will be more obedient. The first time Vaum was invited by Mrs. Closi was to go with the guy with a bow and arrow.

Waum sat in the living room, not feeling restrained, almost occupying the entire sofa. He lazily rested his hands on the back of the sofa chair. In front of him was the black tea brought by Mrs. Closi. He was young, but he was very tall. Soon, she was already taller than Mrs. Closi, and in a few years, Vaum would have a good figure and a good physique. Many wives were already staring at Vaum, asking their daughters to seize the opportunity.

Mrs. Closi hurriedly called her grandson.

"Avery, Avery, come out and bask in the sun, today is a fine day."

After a while, a child came down from the stairs. Waum just glanced up lazily and couldn't look away.

With black hair, red lips and snow skin, Ariel stopped there, raised his chin like a cat, and said vigilantly.

"who are you?"

Vaum was stunned for a while before replying.

"Waum, I'm Waum."

"What's that thing under your feet?"

Ariel's question was almost impolite. He was just a bad-tempered kitten who refused to be approached by outsiders. He would scratch anyone who came close. Mrs. Closi didn't blame Ariel, she He knows better than anyone how sensitive and fragile this child is, accusing him will only make him worse as if he is trying to be brave.

Now Mrs. Closi is a little worried that Vaum will turn his back.

But not Vaum, he replied harmlessly like a tame cat.

"It's something like a bow and arrow, used for hunting."

"So are you going hunting?"

"Do not."

Vaum heard himself answering this.

That was the first time they met, and it was only then that Vaum knew that there was such a gorgeous rose hidden in this humble town. Pure secret.

From that day on, Vaum went to Mrs. Closi's every day to hang out with a group of children and help Madam Closi with some work. He has grown up enough to be half of the family.

And Ariel can't see him every day, but recently Ariel has not excluded himself from entering his bedroom to help him dress.

Waum was born with a somewhat lazy temperament, like a lion who is full of food and drink, his whole body exudes the breath of satiation and drowsiness, and he will not move as long as he can. Usually he is indeed like this, either sitting or lying down with.

At the same time, when you trouble him to do things, there will always be an illusion that the other party is impatient.

But Ariel always disliked his rough hands and feet, not as careful and proper as his grandmother, but what can he do, he is not young anymore, how can he play tricks in front of his grandmother and ask someone to help him dress.

Ever since Ariel deliberately provoked Vaum to help him get dressed, and Waum did not refuse, Ariel has found a new way to be lazy.

Ariel was wearing only one sock on his feet now, and he hadn't changed out of his pajamas for such a long time, so he found one sock and put it on, and he couldn't find the second one.

The bed was a bit messy, the soft quilt was placed there in a crooked manner, and the set of clothes that Ke Luoxi had placed beside the bed had been scattered on the bed.

It would be too much for him to sort it out himself.

Vaum chuckled, he was used to it, Ariel was never able to properly dress himself.

He grabbed Ariel's ankles and pulled him over, pressed his head with one hand, and fixed it in his arms to prevent him from moving.

Although he usually bullies Waum when Grandma Closi is not paying attention, Ariel is actually a little afraid of Waum. Even though Waum never loses his temper with him, he is always extremely patient, but the lion They can also be very patient when they are full, and they can kill a rabbit with one paw.

Vaum felt to Lin Luan—now Ariel—like a silent volcano that was about to erupt at any moment.

This made Ariel afraid for some reason, and then he was annoyed by these fears, so he wanted to do something to provoke Vaumu.

In fact, Vaum's movements are very light, and Ariel is as soft as a freshly bloomed rose, and he always has the illusion that it will be damaged if he is not careful.

He tidied up the bed in two or three strokes, found Ariel's clothes, including the sock, and then let Ariel go and let him sit by the bed.

"Hand up, I'm going to put your shirt on."

Ariel raised his hand, his pajamas were a bit too big, people nowadays always like to make children's clothes bigger, children grow up too fast, although Mrs. Closie is not very short of money, she returned it to Ai Lier Lear made her pajamas out of silk and satin, but apparently she also has good thrift habits.

So Vaum took off Ariel's pajamas easily.

Ariel is very used to this kind of thing, he has always been a delicate young master.

In his opinion, it is already very humiliating for someone to serve him to dress, but Waum can even endure this, which makes him a little admirable.

Ariel didn't like Waumu, very disliked, Ariel was very witty aware of his grandmother's preference for this guy who yawned all day and said he was lazy, and began to be open and honest.

The specific manifestation is that she is more obedient in front of Klossi's grandmother, secretly trying her best to flirt with Waum, and takes it as her duty to find a job for Waum, and works hard to find a job.