One hundred and forty-nine what can I use to keep you
Winsome severely reprimanded Nevia in front of Stuart. Although the child listened on the surface, he secretly misbehaved with the adults and stared at Stuart with dissatisfaction and unwillingness.
"Okay, let's take the guests back, valet." Winsome saw that the sky was dark, as if a strong wind was about to hit him, and he quickly urged the valet to receive Stewart and Alice.
Seeing that Stewart, who was obviously in a bad mood, took Alice into the carriage, and after they had gone far away, Moi put on the viscount's coat and came over.
"It turned out to be a married woman. It's a pity, it's a pity that such a woman has such a relationship with that dirty craftsman." Moi's eyes were full of regret, as well as a deep sense of unwillingness and greed.
"Haha, that is not a simple craftsman, Lord Viscount." Winsome straightened his back and looked at the dark clouds rolling in, "But that woman is not a simple thing."
"What do you mean?" Moi was a little confused.
"How do you think a craftsman like He De can marry such a woman? Do you know who that woman is?" Winsome rolled his eyes and asked deliberately.
"Who is she? Please stop making things difficult for me." After all, Moi is younger and has a somewhat impetuous temperament.
"I wonder what difference you felt in the atmosphere just now? Did you see the scales faintly emerging on the woman's skin?" The carriage in Winsome's eyes had disappeared on the horizon.
"You mean... Alice is not a human being?" Moi was startled and subconsciously looked in the direction in which Stewart left.
"According to my many years of investigation, that white hair is most likely a creature rumored in the east." Winsome's eyes flashed, "White Dragon!"
"Dragon!" Moi screamed, and then quickly covered his mouth.
"Why are you investigating these? That's a living Dragon!" Moi was puzzled. The Dragon at this period is still the most dangerous existence to mankind.
"Haha, don't you wonder where Stuart found such hard material? The weapons he forged can easily cut off the creations of the top blacksmiths in the empire!" Winsome's eyes revealed a strong greed.
want.
Moi looked at Winsome's expression, thoughtful for a moment.
"That's it for today, Viscount Moy. The weather has changed outside, so I won't go out to see you off." Winsome exhaled, and white mist rose.
"I won't bother you anymore. See you another day, Lord City Lord." Moi nodded and summoned the attendants he had followed when he came, as well as his younger brother, Yin Ting.
Winsome turned around and went back into the house. For a moment, the manor was extremely cold, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the grass.
Sitting in the carriage, Stewart put a white coat on Alice, frowned and said, "You are not the most afraid of the cold, why did you take it off?"
Alice shrank a little, buried her fair face into the warm down, and said softly: "Thor made this for me, I can't just put on new clothes and get them dirty."
"I made it just for you to wear! Why don't you resist when you're bullied? Even if you call me, I'll be right on top!" Stewart was a little angry, and his voice was inevitably louder.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Alice was frightened. Her Thor had never spoken to her like this before.
"You!" Stewart opened his mouth, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and the tightness in his chest made him extremely uncomfortable.
Yes, he felt extremely uncomfortable. Why did you apologize? Alice, you didn't do anything wrong, but if he forgave the two children for their mistakes, then who was at fault at this moment?
Is it him? Is it because he should not continue to be angry, is it because he should not vent his anger on Alice, is it because he is overwhelmed by anger? Or, is that trace hidden deep in his heart, once it is discovered?
The extremely ugly jealousy that can be seen when it comes out?
Yes, it's jealousy. What is he jealous of? Stuart was a little stunned. He kept looking at himself. What was he jealous of? Was he seeing the anger of Viscount Moy for covering Alice with his coat, or was he angry with himself?
Incompetent, not even able to seek justice for Alice who was bullied.
"I'm sorry, Thor, are you angry? Please, don't be angry with me, okay?" Alice's soft voice came, calling back Stewart's lost soul.
"I'm sorry. It's me who should be sorry, Alice. I shouldn't be angry with you. I shouldn't be angry with you. All this is because I was useless. I didn't protect you... I'm sorry...
." Stewart looked at Alice's worried and frightened eyes, and his heart began to tremble.
Being held in her arms, Alice closed her eyes comfortably. Warmth was her favorite warmth.
"You are not wrong, Thor, and we are not wrong." Alice patted Stuart on the back and comforted her softly.
What's wrong is the unspeakable secrets they all hold in their hearts.
Some lies, once told, may take a lifetime to cover up, and may still be exposed one day.
After a while, melodious singing sounded in the car, and residents on the street stuck their heads out of the windows, wanting to hear who was singing the ethereal voice.
"I give you streets of poverty, sunsets of despair,
The moon over run-down suburbs.
I give you the sorrow of a person who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time,
I give you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.
I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart,
I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure.
I give you the core of myself that I managed to preserve -
Don’t create words, don’t talk about dreams,
A core untouched by time, joy and adversity.
I give you an evening many years before you were born,
The memory of a yellow rose I saw, I give you an interpretation of your life.
i love you thor,
I love you."
Even the horseman pulling the cart was humming along with the melody, and for a while, the whole street was singing. This song was created by Borges, an old singer who lived at the end of the street, and everyone usually listens to it.
, most of the singing was done by him.
The depression in Stuart's heart was washed away by a smart and melodious song. A smile slowly appeared on his lips, and he said strangely: "This song is too sad and does not suit my current mood."
Alice saw Stuart's mood improved and smiled happily: "Then this one, I learned it from Mrs. Boomer next door..."
Even though the sky outside has changed color, and even though the wind is still roaring, it cannot penetrate into the mood of Alice and Stuart at this moment. The two hugged each other tightly.
They have never felt so happy and fulfilled.
The groom who pulled the cart from the manor sent Stuart and Alice back to the downstairs of a house and asked loudly: "Excuse me, what is the name of the song just now?"
"Perhaps you should really go to the end of the street and meet Borges. This is his "What Can I Do to Keep You", but the only one who can sing it so beautifully is little Alice." This family
I saw the groom below through the window and said with a smile.
"What can I do to keep you..." The groom waved his whip and was already humming.