luck on thursday

Lin Qingyang raised his head innocently, and looked at Mr. Housekeeper. He had almost figured out Louis' character. The well-behaved boy didn't have much experience in making progress, but it didn't mean he wouldn't try clumsily.

"Louie, you also know that I didn't have any spare money to drink this stuff before, so I just drank a little in the past two days," he tried to open his eyes wide to make himself look more cute and harmless, "I didn't drink a lot, I just drank Just a little bit."

He made little gestures, tugged at Louis's sleeve, and shook it, obviously he had learned the skill of acting like a spoiled child without a teacher.

The butler looked at him, his expression didn't fluctuate much, he was still smiling, and just took half a step back inconspicuously.

What else could he do, so he sighed, fetched a glass for Lin Qingyang, and poured half a glass of sparkling water.

The young master couldn't hide a smug laugh, and then he pressed his lips tightly together to keep his smugness from leaking out, holding the glass and shaking his legs.

The blue sky and white clouds, followed by the wind, were quickly trampled under their feet. After a while, they arrived at the north, a small town called Fitzgerald.

When Lin Qingyang first heard this name, she still couldn't believe it. After all, the only people with surnames as place names——

"Yes, it seems that the young master knows a lot."

Louis turned around, made a few gestures towards the back, and immediately the accompanying servants pushed out Lin Qingyang's luggage from the cabin, and followed behind them without delay. Lin Qingyang saw this luggage that could be called "Xiaoshan" in the morning Sometimes is speechless.

In his mind, this is not called going out, but moving.

He continued: "For example, titles."

"Fitzjiele was a nobleman with a fiefdom in ancient times, and it was passed down from generation to generation until the current town of Fitzjiele was formed." They turned their heads together and looked into the distance, and a snow-white dove flew up along the panorama. The golden sky light disappeared into the horizon.

As the closest person to Lin Qingyang present, Louis naturally acted as a tour guide.

Leaving the tarmac, drive to the town by car, passing by the boundless lavender fields, rolling the quaint bluestone road, and shuttling among the crowd.

All the buildings look like they were built two or three hundred years ago. They are piled up with yellowed stones, decorated with moiré wood panels, and decorated with black iron carved railings. However, long thin lines extend from the depths of the window sills and spread to the other side of the distant street. one end.

Flags with golden roses and rapiers painted on the long line fluttered in the wind, and the rose-like sun pattern on the edge of the stone bricks in the central square was painted with dark gold paint. The owner of a small coffee shop came out and opened a big sun umbrella neatly. , Greet customers to enter the store to see the new menu.

It seems that no one is rushing past the roadside, everyone is in a leisurely state, the flower seller is smiling, squatting down with a pile of flowers, touching the one that is basking in the sun, the orange cat is a little hot hairy head.

"There are parks and squares in front, connecting the commercial streets at both ends." Louis drove the car steadily, looking at what Lin Qingyang was doing through the rearview mirror from time to time, "a little further on is the only department store in the town, and of course it is also Fitz. Under Gilles."

"What's that?" Lin Qingyang lay down by the window, pointing to the towering tower behind the heavy building.

Louis didn't need to turn his head, he just added, "That's the sentry tower. In the past, people were sent to patrol it, but now it's basically not needed, so it's changed to a bell tower."

Just as he was talking, he heard a heavy bell ringing from that direction, which undulated and spread like a sea tide.

The car drove out of the commercial street smoothly, turned a corner, walked a certain distance, and stopped in front of a small white house.

A dedicated servant came out of the courtyard and opened the iron gate for the vehicles to pass through.

Old Fitzgerald did not live in a large manor in the suburbs, but renovated an exquisite small western-style building.

According to him, although the manor is quiet and suitable for the elderly to recuperate, it is not too lively - even if he is too old to walk or bite a steak, he still wants to lie on the bed facing the street and listen to the children playing downstairs .

Those lively human voices are not noise, but an expression of anger, decorating this small town into a warm appearance.

There are only two servants in the whole building, one takes care of the garden, such as mowing the lawn, arranging the flowers and plants in the flower box, and the other is responsible for the personal affairs of old Fitzgerald, and sometimes another hourly worker will come to the door.

The servant led them upstairs, stepping on the slightly creaking wooden stairs. The servant pushed open the door of the master bedroom and motioned them to go in with a smile: "Mr. is in good spirits today and has been waiting for you to come."

Lin Qingyang suddenly felt sympathy for the old man who had never masked his face, but unfortunately he was a counterfeit pretending to be a grandson, and accompanied the old man through the last period of time.

If only he could see the real Master Fitzgerald in his lifetime.

The servant left first and led the people carrying their luggage to the guest room, while Louis walked in front, curling the corners of his lips, and teasingly said, "Wagluden?"

"...It's not big or small, just call me Wagner!"

A voice sounded from inside, accompanied by the rustling sound of the bedding on the bed.

Louis walked in quickly, tucked the quilt for the old man on the bed, took out a few soft and fluffy pillows from a side cabinet and put them on his back, so that he could sit on the bed safely.

"Wagluden is so nice, it's exactly the same nickname as your old man's dog."

"Go away, don't say anything nice."

The old man grabbed the bedpost and probed his head to see something from behind him: "Hey, don't get in the way, where is Joe?"

Lin Qingyang knew that this was calling him, he took a deep breath, walked out from behind Louis, recalled all the scenes of dealing with the old man before, and planned to show the image of a good boy who is well-behaved and polite-at least the elders eat this .

He smiled politely and said, "Good afternoon, sir. I'm Joe..."

"Oh!" The old man on the bed stared at him, his gray-blue eyes unblinking, and screamed like a rooster crowing!

He jumped out of bed and shook his hand. "Alia! God!"

"No, no, no," he changed his words immediately, "Joe! You're finally back!"

"Yes yes I'm back."

Lin Qingyang watched helplessly as the old man jumped up from the bed, before taking off the quilt covering him, revealing the fancy floral pajamas, before jumping up to give him a hug, and then because of his inconvenient movement, his feet were hooked by the quilt, and he fell back On the bed, hanging on the bedposts in all directions.

Three faces are stunned.

Lin Qingyang: "..."

What did you see just now?No, actually saw nothing.Lin Qingyang thought calmly.

The character of Mr. Fitzgerald of the previous generation is obviously not in line with his age. He looks more lively and active, which also echoes his characteristic of being more lively.

But there are times when he looks more like a child than an old Patriarch who has run Fitzgerald for decades.

Perhaps because of missing him too much, as soon as the old man sat on the wheelchair pushed by Louis, he began to cry, which really shocked Lin Qingyang, and clumsily grabbed his fingers: "Wait, Wa, Wag... ...Luden? Don't cry!"

He couldn't remember what old Fitzgerald's name was, and it seemed too unfamiliar to call him Mr. Louis, so he had no choice but to use Louis' name.

The old man immediately blew his beard, rolled his eyes and laughed: "You actually barked after Louis... forget it, call it whatever you like."

He held Lin Qingyang's palm and looked at him carefully: "You really look like your mother."

Lin Qingyang also looked at Wagner. He did look bad, his body showed the weakness typical of the elderly, but his face was flushed and his voice was full of air. It really didn't look like what Philip said... It's only been three months!

Did Philip lie to him...?

Impossible, what value is he worth for a big shot to deceive him?Just this skin that looks like his nephew?

Lin Qingyang hesitantly raised the old man's arm so that he could sit safely in the wheelchair.

"You don't look like..." He hesitated for a moment and asked.

Wagner and Lin Qingyang looked at each other for a moment, remembered something, and sighed.

He fell back, half-closed his eyes and looked half-dead, muttering to himself: "God, my waist, my legs...Louis, what are you pinching!" The wrinkled and trembling old man did not seem to have a lot of vitality.

Lin Qingyang patted him on the back quickly, so that the old man could relax a little.

Louis withdrew his hand and raised his eyebrows.

"Look how long I'll live," he said, in a tone that died away from the lilt of the beginning, "Philip has found a lot of blue-eyed children, but they ain't you. I'm sorry, Jo. "

Lin Qingyang's heart softened, and she sighed, for the sake of the person who didn't exist: "You don't need to apologize to me, I believe everyone is trying their best to find it. I'm back...Wagluden."

Wagner looked at him for a moment, then stretched out his hand to open the bedside table, and took out a ring from it. There was a small badge inlaid on the ring. Lin Qingyang only needed to take a look, and immediately found the golden rose and the rapier logo on the badge.

"This is for you, kid," the old man said with a smile again, "It's a worthless gadget, let's play with it."

……

When Lin Qingyang went to the bathroom, Louis sat on the wooden chair beside him, his eyes full of inquiry.

"I remember that when I came here two days ago, your legs were still fine," the young gentleman crossed his knees in an ungentlemanly way, his neck was straight, his back was straight, and his gray-green eyes looked at it without blinking. Looking at the elders, "To be honest, have you gone out to fool around with the kids downstairs again?"

"What's the word for fooling around!" Wagner yelled confidently, "We just went out to play a game of golf!"

"...Then, I accidentally broke my leg."

"I think your words are full of moisture," Louis immediately picked out the doubts in it.

He heard the sound of flushing water not far away, and Lin Qingyang was about to come out, "Philip and you got angry? Pretending to be sick is of no use to you, or to Joe."

"Let's wait for a while, we have to spend some time holding some ceremony to officially welcome Joe back to Fitzgerald."

The old man lowered his voice mysteriously: "Philip wants to buy an island in the North Sea, and then transform it into Joe's initials as a gift for him."

Louis's eyebrows almost raised his hairline (this action may be difficult for him more than ten years later, after all, the thinning of the crown seems to always be a middle-aged topic that gentlemen find difficult to talk about).

"I remember that a lot of information on the island has been in my hands, or should I give it to Philip." He adjusted his posture, "Tell me what you think?"