"Mute!"
The kid with the brown curly hair ran after her and grabbed the hand of her pursuer. The child who was caught by her and younger than her looked back at her, her dark eyes reflected her face, matching those black eyes, Tasha subconsciously paused, her face was slightly heated.
"Tasha?"
"Are you going to find that guy you don't know?"
"Well, I made an appointment with him to go today..."
"No!" Tasha grabbed Mute's wrist and did not let go, "That guy is very strange! He is always secretive, and he doesn't know what bad things he is doing behind his back! In case he wants to abduct you and sell you—or What if you are a pervert who likes to bully children?"
"... Tasha." The corner of Mute's mouth twitched, "You think too much."
"No! Because Mutt, you are so cute! There are always strange people coming over, I have worked very hard to protect you!"
"what?"
"..." Tasha couldn't choose what to say because of her anger for a moment. When she realized that she had said what was in her heart, she met Mute's confused eyes. up.
"Anyway—anyway—I don't allow you to meet that strange guy!" At this point, she was worried that Mutt felt that she was restricting his freedom, so she quickly added, "If you want to go, you have to take me to protect you !"
"No, brother Michael and I agreed not to bring others to him."
"Look, sneaky people are definitely not good people."
"Tasha!"
When it comes to his favorite big brother, Mutt, who has always been good-tempered, is not happy anymore.
Rarely seeing Mute angry, Tasha didn't dare to say anything, she bit her lower lip and thought for a while, before compromising.
"Okay, I won't go with you this time, but you have to tell someone to take me next time, okay?"
Mute tilted his head and thought for a while, as long as he didn't take anyone with him, it wouldn't be a breach of the agreement to ask brother Michael, so he nodded.
"Okay, but you have to keep it secret and don't tell my parents."
After the two children made such an agreement, Mutt left. But Tasha didn't leave, she turned around and turned back, and followed Mute secretly.
For this stupid, stupid and slow little cousin, she always has a feeling that she can't do without her protection.
Mute must have been deceived by that guy. That guy must have malicious intentions, or he is a pervert who likes children. She must expose that sneaky guy in front of Mute.
With such belief, Tasha secretly followed Mutt.
Fortunately, Mute has always been very slow, so he didn't notice that she was following behind. She followed behind and turned into a small park, and then she saw Mutt sitting on a bench by the small lake, as if waiting.
After waiting for a while, as if he felt a little bored, Mutter got up, sat on the stone floor by the small lake, kicked the water with his feet to play.
The child was originally white and tender, his skin was as delicate as water could be squeezed out, his fluffy black hair was swaying in the wind with a tuft of fur on his head, and the baby's fat little face was as dark as a deer. His eyes rolled back and forth, and his smile was as cute as a little flower that just opened. That kind of happy feeling was like a sunny day, infecting the mood of others to be cheerful.
When the passers-by passed by, they couldn't help smiling knowingly when they saw the black-haired child happily playing in the water.
Hey~ My little brother is so cute~
Tasha, who was hiding behind, thought so in her heart.
So it must be protected by her as a knight! When I grow up, I will be able to marry Mute's younger brother~
Just as she was thinking so, suddenly there was a commotion over there, and the two older children who were also playing nearby were being reprimanded by their mother for being naughty, and the mother pointed at Mutt and said, "What about you?" Mischievous mother, I don’t want you anymore, throw you away and take that child home”, the woman’s original intention was probably just to make her two children behave, but when she said this, she immediately dismissed the two bad-tempered children Enraged, they took advantage of the time when the woman turned around and ran to Mutt, and without saying a word, they reached out and pushed Mutt who was sitting by the lake.
There was a splash, and the water splashed everywhere. The woman who turned around was stunned, and Tasha, who was secretly hiding behind the tree, was also stunned. The two children who got into trouble ran away.
Tasha also ignored the two culprits, and rushed to the edge of the lake, seeing Mute who was desperately struggling in the lake, going crazy with anxiety.
"Help! Come on! Help—"
She screamed, unable to swim, and looked around desperately for help.
The woman over there took a few steps back, seeing that there was no one around, she gritted her teeth and dragged the two children she had caused trouble to turn around and run away, disappearing immediately. Now it was working hours, and the park was small, so people would pass by occasionally, no matter how much Tasha yelled, no one came. She watched Mutt sink from the surface of the water, tears streaming down her face.
She lay down by the lake, looking at the motionless lake surface, her heart was burning like fire, and finally her heart broke, she gritted her teeth, and was about to jump down.
But just when she was about to jump down, a hand suddenly reached out from behind, grabbed her back collar and threw her back. She soared into the air, turned around in the air, and fell to the grass behind her.
At the same time, there was another plop, and the water splashed everywhere, as if someone had jumped into the lake.
Tasha got up to look, and only had time to see a black figure flashing across the water before diving down. She didn't care about the pain of falling on the ground, she got up on her hands and feet and ran towards the lake again. She had just run two steps, but before she could reach the lake, she heard the sound of splashing water, and a black figure emerged from the lake. out.
The pitch-black hair was wetly attached to the boy's cheeks, and the color of the night sky made that face like fresh snow all the more fair.
Water drops slid down that cheek that looked like the ice and snow of the Tianshan Mountains, flowed through the graceful neck, and gathered on the half-exposed collarbone. The fine and moist eyelashes are dyed with tiny water dots, refracting bright light.
The whole body was already soaked, and the jet-black clothes were tightly attached to the boy's body, clearly outlining the boy's slender and well-proportioned figure.
He was walking towards the lake, and out of the water, with the little child clutching him tightly.
Transparent drops of water dripped from his hair, chin, and body, reflecting the sunlight, like pearls falling into the lake.
Tasha knelt by the lake and stared blankly, her eyes were unable to move, her mind was blank.
She could only kneel on the ground, looking at the scene in front of her that was so beautiful to her that it made her mind stop like a fool.
She thought she might have seen the fantastic lake spirits that only existed in legends.
She watched the young man, who couldn't tell whether it was an elf or a human, hugging her younger brother, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the bush.
...
……………
In the lush jungle, a forest path meanders to the depths, and a retro medieval building stands beside the arch bridge and flowing water. The trail is very quiet, almost no one is there. The members of this high-end club are not many, and it only receives a few people a day at most.
At this moment, someone came in through the gate.
The person who came was a young and beautiful boy, with jet-black hair wetly sticking to his snow-white cheeks, dripping water all over his body, just like that, he walked in. His boots were also soaked, and every step he took left a footprint on the expensive snow-white carpet. He was holding a child who looked like eight or nine years old in his arms, also soaked through, his little arms were tightly wrapped around the young man, and from time to time he twitched his slightly red nose, curled up and snuggled up against the young man's chest , looks pitiful and cute at the same time.
The well-trained service personnel immediately greeted him, as if they didn't see the footprints on the snow-white carpet at all, and showed a perfect smile to the boy.
The boy said a few words, the waiter who went up nodded, and gave some instructions to the people behind, who left immediately, and then the waiter smiled and took the boy to a villa with a small courtyard behind. Immediately afterwards, a young and beautiful female service staff came over. The boy hesitated for a moment, but still put the child in his arms down, and let the woman take the child to the next room to take a bath.
He turned around and got into the bathroom, pressed a button, a porcelain door on the wall opened, a white porcelain nozzle slowly protruded from the inside, and warm water with a hint of sweet aroma sprayed down from inside , falling on the teenager's naked body. Under the soft light, he raised his head, his neck formed a beautiful line, and the water droplets rolled down along the beautiful line.
Michael closed his eyes, letting the warm water spray on his face.
He felt that his mind was a little messed up now, and even his heartbeat was a little faster than usual.
All along, he didn't feel anything about death, and he gave many deaths to others with his own hands.
Maybe one day, when death befalls him, he won't feel anything special.
After all, people are always mortal.
It is natural for people to die, just like people need to eat and drink water, there is nothing special about it.
He always thought so.
until just now...
Just now, when the cold little body he picked up from the water was curled up in his arms, his heart beat faster than ever, and he could almost hear the crazy beating of the organ deep in his chest. sound.
The warm water sprayed on his body, but Michael felt his fingertips were still cold.
He raised his hand and pressed it on the left side of his chest.
Distressed.
To him, this word has always been just an overly exaggerated adjective. He has always felt that only a traumatized body can feel pain. The feeling of heart pain may only be felt by digging out the heart. So it is impossible for a normal living person to feel the pain in the heart.
But he seemed to understand the meaning of the word now.
Not to mention the moment when he picked up the child from the water, even now, when he is pressing his chest, he can feel that there seems to be an invisible hand in the depths of his body that is tightly grasping his heart. So tight that his heart was throbbing.
almost...
Michael thought.
If he hadn't come a step earlier...
If he's a few more seconds late...
Then what he picked up from the water was probably just a cold corpse.
As soon as he thought of this possibility, Michael felt another prick in the depths of his heart.
He panicked for no reason.
Because this is an extremely strange feeling, and this unprecedented feeling that is completely out of his control made him feel a little confused for a while.
... The child's influence on him seems to be gradually out of control, should he take some measures...
Suddenly that wet, pale face popped into his mind, Michael's chest tightened, and he left behind a sense of crisis just now, he wiped his body in a hurry, and before he even had time to put on his clothes, he slapped his lower body casually He put on a scarf and went out.
When he walked out of the bathroom, the female service staff who took Mutt to take a bath had already brought Mutt out. She was smiling and coaxing the depressed child, but when she looked up and saw Michael coming out, Seeing that he was only wearing a scarf, she didn't show any special expression after receiving strict training. However, when her eyes inadvertently passed over Michael's abdomen, she revealed a little bit of surprise.
I didn't see that I was wearing clothes just now.
The female waiter couldn't help muttering in her heart.
This young man looked tall and thin in clothes, and his face was prettier than a woman's. She never expected that his body would be so good... Eight-pack abs, this was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.
The young man's body was white in complexion, with well-proportioned bones, clear lines, broad shoulders and waist, and tight and distinct muscles on his slender thighs, which made her swallow her saliva when she saw it.
She was still thinking this way in her heart, and the child coaxed by her had already rushed towards Michael.
Michael stretched out his arms, picked up the child, and whispered something to the child.
What was she saying, the voice was too low for her to hear clearly, she just saw the very well-behaved and sensible child in front of her just now, cuddled up to the boy and showed an aggrieved expression, hugged the boy's neck and did not let go, flattened She pursed her mouth and spoke in a low voice with grievance on her face, no matter how you looked at it, she looked like she was acting like a baby.
The boy didn't say anything, just patted the child's back lightly, and occasionally stroked the child's neck with his fingertips.
She was standing by and watching, when the boy suddenly glanced at her.
With long and narrow phoenix eyes, her heart skipped a beat when she glanced over. She bowed almost reflexively, then turned and left the living room quickly.
Michael withdrew his gaze, not afraid of the cold, just sat on the sofa with little Mutter in his arms, and continued to gently stroke the child's back.
Not long after, the child who had been frightened and became more and more clingy finally calmed down slowly under his comfort, feeling tired, and slowly fell asleep with his little head.
Even after falling asleep, those little arms still hugged him tightly, almost wrapping him around like a life-saving talisman.
Michael sat on the sofa and looked down.
The little child was nestled in his arms, a soft ball, and the baby's fat face, which had recovered its blood color and slightly flushed, was pressed against his chest, breathing evenly.
That warm little body was pressed against his chest, and the warm breath seemed to seep into his body, and the sound of his breathing was inexplicably reassuring to his ears.
[The child has too much influence on him, almost to the point where he can't control it.]
[It was an unprecedented feeling that I couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.]
Maybe that's all right.
Michael thought, his eyes narrowed slightly, showing more slender arcs, and his hands gently stroked the still wet black hair of the child in his arms.
As long as he keeps the child in his hands, there's nothing wrong with it.
...
The gorgeous and spacious entertainment hall like a theater is always brightly lit, and the gorgeous and exquisite crystal lamps emit light as bright as daytime, making the gold ornaments on the walls of this luxuriously decorated hall reflect soft light.
It is always clean and bright, ready to welcome guests.
Little Mute, who came to this kind of place for the first time, opened his eyes wide with a wow. It was the first time he had seen what real resplendent and magnificent was. He followed Michael, stretched out his little head to look around vigorously, and Michael held his little hand.
The boy has already changed his clothes, the wet clothes have been taken away by the waiter, and will be sent back after washing and drying. He is wearing a suit sent by the waiter now. Very suitable size, obviously carefully matched by the waiter for him. He didn't care, he just put it on casually, he threw the slightly restrained dress coat on the sofa and didn't wear it, and he was only wearing a white shirt on his upper body.
Michel looked around boringly. He was not really interested in the entertainment items in this hall, but the little guy who woke up after sleeping and waking up was clamoring for an adventure, so he casually took the kid to the Here it comes.
He was looking around casually when the little hand he was holding tugged him.
"Brother Michael, look at the piano."
The little guy pointed to a snow-white rococo classical Petrof piano on the high platform on the other side of the hall, and said happily.
Then, Mute raised her small face and said to him proudly.
"My family also has a piano, and my mother is a famous pianist~~"
Michael raised an eyebrow.
This silly-looking little guy actually has a mother who is a pianist? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you have inherited artistic cells.
"You can?"
he asks.
When he asked this question, little Mutt scratched his head, showing an embarrassed expression.
"I will only listen to... Mom and Dad say that I can learn whatever I want, and I can play if I don't want to learn anything."
The couple was also too pampering and pampering.
Michael raised his eyebrows and thought about it, then reached out and rubbed the child's fluffy little head.
"Well." He said, "If you don't want to learn, don't learn."
He said, with a calm expression, as if he hadn't thought about the slander just now.
"Yeah~~ Mom said the same thing. Brother Michael, let me tell you, my mother plays the piano very well, very nicely. I like listening to her play the piano the most, and she looks very good when she plays the piano."
Looking at the kid's little face that shone when he mentioned his mother playing the piano, Michel raised his eyebrows. Then, holding Mute's little hand, he walked straight to the piano, and when he got there, he let go of his hand and sat down in front of the piano.
Little Mutter looked at the piano, and then at him, his big dark eyes blinked, showing a bit of confusion.
The young man sat quietly in front of the snow-white piano, with a few buttons at the neck of the white shirt unbuttoned, just casually opened, exposing the throat and half of the clavicle on the chest.
The lower body is black tight-fitting long trousers, which outline his legs more and more slender. He sat there with his back straight, his snow-white shirt was buckled by a black belt, and shrunk down from his waist, exposing the boy's tight and slender waist.
His fingers on the keys were slender and white, with well-defined joints, and the soft light made his hands look like exquisite works of art.
The beautiful finger pressed down, and gentle music sounded in the quiet hall.
The timbre is clean, like the sunshine on the glacier, with a bit of coldness, like fine beads falling and rolling on the ice, cold and clear, like the refreshing blue sky of the winter wind passing over the glacier .
That wonderful note seems to penetrate the depths of the heart, shuttling through the sound of the wind, with that sonorous and powerful voice, shaking the air, as if you can feel the traces of ripples in the air that spread out like water ripples.
The soft light fell on the young man sitting in front of the piano, casting a long shadow at his feet.
The interlacing of light and shadow is like an unbelievably beautiful picture scroll, so beautiful that those who stare at it almost forget to breathe.
The song ends.
Michael turned his head, and he looked at the child staring at him with wide eyes.
"Does it sound good?"
he asks.
The child nodded violently, like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Does it look good?"
The child didn't answer right away, he tilted his head and thought carefully before answering.
"Although my mother is very good-looking, brother Michael is even more beautiful."
The corner of Michael's mouth twitched, as if smiling.
He watched the child staring at his big bright eyes, and his mood improved a lot. Seeing the child reaching out to him, the teenager picked up the child and put it on his lap, wrapping his arms around the small body from behind.
The child tilted his head and looked back at him, saying, "I want to learn the piano too."
"Um?"
"I want to be as good-looking as brother Michael."
The boy didn't answer, he glanced at Mutt, Molan's pupils seemed to have a soft light overflowing from the light falling into them. He held those fleshy little hands with both hands, and put them on the black and white keys.
The slender hands and the two small hands exerted strength, and the clear notes jumped up again in the empty hall, accompanied by the clear laughter of the child.
...
... ... ...
[one year later]
In the depths of a secluded and small garden, surrounded by flowing water, the clear pool is full of snow-white daffodils, and transparent dewdrops roll on the wide petals, and as the flowers sway, they drip into the pool one by one.
There was a nice tinkling sound from inside, the sound of piano notes flying over the small garden.
After the song was played, the child raised his head, under the light black soft hair, a pair of big black grape-like watery eyes sparkled. The child looked up at the people around him with a look of anticipation, like a puppy wagging its tail, so cute that one couldn't help but want to rub it.
And the person who thought this way naturally did so, reaching out with a hand, and rubbing the child's fluffy little head. The thin eyelashes drooped down, casting a soft shadow in the dark blue eyes, and the child's tender little face was reflected in the shadow.
"It plays well."
Michael said that he looked at the bright smiling face that the child tilted his head towards him, and his eyes softened more and more.
Little Mutter jumped off the high stool specially made for him, and threw himself into Michael's arms happily.
"I'm going to surprise mom."
he said confidently.
Over the past year, he has been secretly learning the piano from brother Michael. However, even after learning how to play the piano, he still prefers the way Michael plays the piano, and especially likes to sit on the high stool and watch his elder brother play the piano without blinking.
"..."
Michael rubbed the soft black hair again, it felt so good, it was irresistible.
It has almost become a habit, whether it is the touch of the hair between the fingers, the small warm body, or the way the child hugs him and smiles at him, but in just one year, it has become an indispensable part of his life. lack of habit.
And he didn't hate the habit.
"Brother Michael."
"Um?"
The child looked at him with big eyes, hesitating to speak.
"… Almost a year."
"Um."
"... It's been a year..."
"Yeah." Michel rubbed that little head again, "It's not bad to learn this in one year."
"I'm not going to say this..."
The side-talking child saw that Michael seemed to have really forgotten about that incident, so the baby was unhappy and had a temper tantrum. He puffed up his cheeks like this, and sat on the side in a fit of anger, ignoring Michael.
Looking at the kid's bulging and rounder face, the corners of Michael's lips twitched. He hugged the kid from behind and patted his head.
"The day after tomorrow." He said, "I will never forget it. I will take you to space to see the earth the day after tomorrow."
He will never forget the agreement with this child. He deliberately didn't say it just now, just to tease the child.
The eyes of little Mutt, who was still sulking, suddenly lit up. He turned around and put his arms around Michael's neck as soon as he stretched out his arms.
"Brother Michael is the best~~ I like brother Michael the most!"
The boy's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
"Better than Mom and Dad?"
The child tilted his head and thought about it seriously.
He said: "I like it as much as my parents."
"...cunning brat."
Michael said, seemingly a little helpless, but also very doting. He hugged the child in his arms, bowed his head and kissed the corner of the child's eyes.
As soon as he kissed him, he frowned slightly, and raised his hand to touch the child's forehead.
"Fever?"
He frowned and asked, his tone stern.
"It's just a little bit, it was almost better yesterday."
"Go home and rest."
"I want to stay a little longer..."
"It won't go if it's still burning the day after tomorrow."
"Oh? No, I'll go back and take the medicine, and I'll be fine tomorrow!"
...
As in the past, Michael sent Mutt back to the vicinity of his home. He had never appeared in front of Mutt's parents, and because Mutt had been very careful to conceal it, the parents didn't know his existence.
He stood in the shadow of the dense bushes, watched the child wave to himself with a bright smile, and then ran towards the house a little further away. He watched Mutt run to the door of the house, the door opened, and a woman with a gentle and amiable face leaned over and hugged Mutt, and gently kissed Mutt's forehead.
Michael withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, from the direction where he had just withdrawn his gaze.
The young man subconsciously turned his head to look, and at that glance, his breath suddenly stopped.
The child who was still quite energetic just now waving goodbye to him and smiling brightly fell into the arms of the woman with his eyes closed. The woman half knelt on the ground and hugged the child who suddenly passed out. yelling something.
…
...
In the intensive care unit, a young child was lying on a snow-white hospital bed. Several sharp needles were stuck in different places on his slender arms, and the respirator covered most of his face. His face was as pale as the color of the ward.
Outside the ward, a couple waited anxiously. The woman clenched her hands tightly, her fingertips almost pinched into her palms, her eyes stared at the child in the room through the transparent window without blinking, her face was almost as pale as the child's. The man hugged his wife's shoulders tightly, and he was very hard, as if he wanted to give his wife strength in this way, but his breathing was very rapid, revealing his own uneasy mood.
Finally, the door of the ward opened, and the doctor came out with a tired face, walked up to them, and took off the mask on his face.
"The cause is unknown. The organs in this child's body are showing signs of failure, but the cause of the failure cannot be found." The doctor stared at the two and said, "Heart failure is especially serious. If the failure continues like this, it may not last a month." , I'm sorry, but please be mentally prepared."
"… Prepared mind?"
The woman covered her face, and tears rolled out all at once.
"What preparations? What preparations are you going to make?" She was so choked up that she could hardly speak, "The child is only nine years old...he is only nine years old, he is still so young—"
The man hugged his wife's shoulders tightly to support the woman's precarious body, but his fingers were also trembling, very violently. He opened his mouth, but as if he lost his voice, he couldn't say anything, only showing a painful expression.
Already used to such grief in the hospital, the doctor sighed and shook his head.
"We'll do our best."
He could only say this in a formulaic manner, then turned and left.
No one noticed that there was a person standing at the corner of the corridor.
The man stood with his arms folded across his chest, his back leaning against the wall and his head bowed. He was wearing a baggy hoodie, and the hood covered his head, hiding his face in the shadows so that he couldn't see clearly, only a strand of jet-black hair hanging from his cheek, and what looked like snow. Generally fair chin.
Michael stood there with his head down, quietly. The fingers that he clasped at the crook of his left arm sank deeply into the flesh, leaving bruises on the crook of the arm, and the fingers were clasped so tightly that the knuckles were faintly white.