It was almost midnight, and Jane Qiao's body, which had not yet fully recovered, had reached its limit. He was sleepy, but was forced to sleep by the fear of the nightmare, which made him paler than usual.
Lei Zhe, who has been following him all the time, quickly noticed the difference and immediately said, "Andre and the others may have to play until the second half of the night, or you should go back first, and I will take you off."
"Then I'll go first." Jian Qiao stood up immediately.
In front of Lei Zhe, he does not need to maintain perfect noble etiquette, nor does he need to be thorough with everyone. Uncomfortable is uncomfortable, wanting to leave is wanting to leave, nothing to hide.
"You wait at the door first, I'll bring you a cloak." Lei Zhe took Jane Qiao to the side hall, whispered, and then walked to his bedroom.
Just now the servant told him it was raining outside, and he knew how cold the drizzling nights in early spring would get. At this time, even the elusive owl will fly into the cabin regardless of danger, sharing a warm fire with the hunter.
Lei Zhe had noticed before that Mr. Count was only wearing a cashmere coat, which was obviously not enough to keep him warm.
"You should know your physical condition best. When someone else puts on a coat, you have to add a cloak. When someone else puts on a cloak, you have to add a vest stuffed with duck down. You always wear one more piece than others, that's absolutely not wrong." Lei Zhe muttered as he walked.
Jian Qiao nodded obediently: "Okay, I know, I will pay attention in the future."
His meekness made Lei Zhe smile with satisfaction, and then he strode upstairs, his voice full of energy: "You wait, I'll come right away."
The sound of footsteps faded away, Jane Qiao stood there for a while, then put her hands on her back and paced slowly.
Suddenly, an old voice came from the corridor outside: "Sir, are you lost?"
Jane Joe looked back, and then immediately stepped forward and saluted: "Hello, Your Royal Highness. I'm not lost. I'm here waiting for Lei Zhe, and he'll be here in a while. I'm Jane Joe, son of Ronces Joe. , it's an honor to meet you."
"Ah, so it's the son of Ronces. You've grown so big, and time flies so fast!" Duke Grande showed a sudden realization, and there was a faint light in his cloudy eyes.
He seemed to be reminded of the glorious days of the past.
Jane Qiao looked at him in surprise.
In just a few days, the spirited old man has become so haggard. The hair on his temples was dyed white by the wind and frost, and a few new wrinkles crept up on his forehead. The huge change in the family made him no longer have the powerful and powerful atmosphere of the past.
The power in his hands dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and in the end nothing was left for him. That's why he never showed up at the banquet. As Razer said, his time is over.
"Lei Zhe asked you to wait here? Are you his friend?" Duke Grande demanded.
"Yes, we are good friends." Jian Qiao is very sure of this friendship.
Duke Grande's eyes lit up slightly, and his attitude immediately became kind and enthusiastic, "Then can I show you this ancient castle? It is more than two hundred years old, and its high walls and walls have been eroded for a long time. The fort, but it also gave it many invaluable treasures, I think you should be interested in these things. We can chat as we walk."
He wanted to get to know his only son, but sadly, as a father, he had no choice but to take this roundabout way.
"Of course, this is my honor." Jian Qiao would not refuse an invitation from an old man.
He informed the servants in the side hall of his whereabouts, and followed the old duke away.
"Let me take you to see Lei Zhe's favorite place first. It's full of his trophies." The old duke said enthusiastically.
The two went further and further apart.
After a while, Lei Zhe ran downstairs holding a mink velvet cloak, and his face sank as he didn't see Jian Qiao.
The servant standing by the side immediately said, "The Duke took him to visit."
"Where to visit?" Lei Zhe felt relieved.
Although the old man was eccentric and confused, he treated the guests very gently and politely. He should not embarrass Jane Joe.
"I think they went to your gallery," the servant guessed.
Lei Zhe: "!!!"
"shit!"
This time, Lei Zhe really broke the foul language. He didn't know why he was so anxious, but he just didn't want Jane Qiao to go to that corridor and see his "great achievements". The more than 100 pictures of beauties that hang on the entire two walls will make Jane Qiao feel
The former Lei Zhe was proud of his achievements. He would often take guests there, pointing to painting after painting, and introducing it triumphantly. Whether those beauties are pungent or gentle, warm and lovely or frosty, how they shed painful tears when they broke up, and how they hugged him and begged for retention, all seemed to have happened yesterday.
When it comes to them, Lei Zhe can always talk like a treasure. He believes that "rich love history" and "war scars" have the same existential value, and they are both men's medals.
However, when these medals were placed in front of Jian Qiao, he felt extremely awkward, even faintly ashamed.
He didn't know why he became so strange, but what was certain was that he didn't want Jane Joe to be exposed to these things.
Jane Qiao had never dated a lover yet, and Lei Zhe didn't want to arouse the other party's desire to find a lover at all. He ran at full speed in the corridor like a cheetah, knocked over several servants in the middle, smashed cups and plates all over the floor, and made people turn on their backs.
Finally, when Jane Joe's foot was about to step into the gallery, he arrived.
"I'm sorry I'm late! Put on the cloak!" He unfolded the cloak, wrapped Jane Qiao in it, and then pressed the other's head, twisting it abruptly.
Jian Qiao didn't have time to see anything, and it was dark in front of her eyes.
"Your carriage is ready, let's go, I'll take you there. We'll visit the castle another day." Lei Zhe took Jane Qiao away half-dragging.
As he stepped out of the threshold, he glared at the old duke and shook his fist threateningly.
This reminded the old duke of the situation when Lei Zhe learned swordsmanship when he was a child. Every time he lost to himself, he would show this resentful expression, and then wave a few small fists. He is a very competitive kid.
At that time, they were still fighting like ordinary father and son, arguing, and quickly reconciling when the sun came up.
He loves this child. The kid loves him too.
But then, everything changed...
The old duke's eyes were wet. The numbness for this period of time finally turned into a belated regret, which penetrated deeply into his heart and turned into a festering wound. He followed the two into Feifei Drizzle, opened his mouth to say something, but tasted a hint of coldness on the tip of his tongue.
It left him speechless.
At the same moment, Jane Qiao also opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to organize the language.
What about the hug you said earlier
Lei Zhe folded his arms around his chest and looked at him in a relaxed manner.
Facing this closed attitude, Jian Qiao had no choice but to board the carriage with the help of the servant.
At this moment, Lei Zhe reached out his hand and grabbed his back collar, his voice full of smiles: "Aren't you going to give me a parting hug?"
Without a second of hesitation, Jian Qiao immediately turned around and gave her friend a hug. When his lower jaw gently knocked on Lei Zhe's shoulder, his floating heart seemed to fall at this moment.
After five years of confusion and hesitation, I finally found a clear exit, which slowly dissipated in the warm light and shadow. He began to integrate into this strange world, and let a part of this world integrate into his lonely heart.
"That's great!" he sighed meaninglessly and contentedly.
"Where is it?" Lei Zhe asked as always.
"It's so nice to be in your arms." Jian Qiao said without thinking.
Lei Zhe: "..."
He can guarantee that 100% of the lovers he has dated have said similar things. However, the same, cookie-cutter, love words that came out of their mouths, which they had already heard and felt vulgar, brought an indescribable infectious force out of Mr. Count's mouth.
Lei Zhe's heart became hot because of this.
"Promise me, don't say that to anyone," he pleaded.
"Okay, it's time for me to go." Jane Qiao withdrew from her friend's embrace and slowly boarded the carriage.
Lei Zhe hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but his heart was empty. The hug was too short.
However, in the next second, his heart was filled again by Mr. Count's sweet words.
I saw Jane Qiao stick her head out of the car window and said softly, "I can only say this to you, because since childhood, only you have embraced me. Thank you, the warmth of this moment is very important to me. "
From this moment on, he finally determined that he really exists in this world. It was also from this moment that he realized that he was no longer alone.
Father, mother, grandfather, grandma...Everyone who appeared in his life, no one had ever given him a hug for even a brief second. Because he was an illegitimate child, his birth was the original sin.
But here, he is not guilty.
In his last life, he had spent more than 20 years trying to figure out the problem in the hug just now, and then let it go.
"I'm really reluctant to leave you." He lay down on the car window, looking at Lei Zhe's eyes full of water.
Lei Zhe supported his forehead and almost groaned.
The little leopard he brought back from the forest is not as coquettish as Mr. Count. This wet look is so lethal.
Lei Zhe was about to say, "Then you stay," when he saw Andre and his group of hooligans whizzing past on horseback. Their servants were taking out a box of opium from the base of the carriage. Get ready for a crazy night of rhythm.
Lei Zhe cursed secretly, and then waved his hand helplessly: "I can't bear you, but I'm even more bearable to make you tired. Stay, you will be tossed by them all night. We will find a time to meet again next time. Go back, I wish you You have a good dream."
The carriage moved slowly.
Jane Qiao stuck her head out and said sincerely, "I hope to see you in a dream. That kind of dream can be regarded as a good dream."
Lei Zhe lowered his head and supported his forehead, and finally let out an unbearable groan: Mr. Earl's mouth...
Jane Qiao asked quickly, "You don't touch opium, do you?"
At the last banquet, everyone was smoking a big cigarette, but Lei Zhe was indifferent, so Jian Qiao guessed that he should not touch that kind of thing.
"No, never." Lei Zhe shook his head immediately, and then said in a deep voice, "Promise me never to try, that's not a good thing!"
"Okay, I promise you, I will never touch it." Jian Qiao was completely relieved.
One of the two lay on the car window and reluctantly looked back, while the other stood at the entrance of the castle and stared intently. Only when they both disappeared in the drizzle and thick fog did they withdraw their gazes, and then sighed in unison.
As for what to sigh, they don't know either.