Son of the Olden Days

Passing through the wind and snow, her face was a little red with cold. At this moment, she was holding her hands while breathing while turning her small head inquisitively to look around, as if she was full of curiosity about the mysterious underground space at the bottom of the well.

Although wrapped in thick winter clothes, the slender Irene looked only slightly plump.

Turning his head and glanced at the Narousas long dress, which was mainly used for body shaping, Saul had to wonder whether the women's will was much stronger than the men in the cold winter.

"I said I wanted to come and see you, and Shuggs sent me over." Irene walked towards Sol while talking.

The candlelight in the corner, the half of Thor's face turned, and the silent atmosphere formed a picture that made Irene feel quiet and warm inexplicably.

Of course, if the expression on this guy's stinky face was softer, it would be better.

look at me?

Saul looked at Irene amusedly.

After staring at each other for a moment, Irene was finally defeated, wrinkling her little nose uncomfortably.

"Well, it was actually Shuggs who said he wanted to chat with his sister alone, and then forced me to come over."

Chat alone? Saul curled his lips and expressed deep contempt for Shuggs's lame excuses. Obviously that guy is still rushing on the road to becoming a man, and he is probably almost lost.

Although it was said that she was forcibly sent over by Shuggs, in the bottom of her heart, Irene actually wanted to take a look, although she could not tell what she wanted to see.

Unlike the blurred vision in the darkness of that night, the expressions of each other under the candlelight are clearly visible at this moment.

Shrouded by Saul's gaze, Irene felt some inexplicable shyness and anticipation in her heart, although the two had only been missing for a few days.

But she soon discovered that the indifference in Sol's eyes, which was as deep as night, did not seem to have changed because of her arrival.

Maybe he didn't welcome me to disturb his silence, Irene thought sadly.

"Stretch out your hand," Saul said.

Irene, who was thinking about it, subconsciously stretched out her hand, and Saul took off his gloves and put them on her hand.

Irene looked down and laughed loudly.

From the perspective of her birth in a tailor's house, this poorly crafted work was obviously made by Saul, using some scraps of fabric and small pieces of leather, and the stitches were stitched in a mess.

But it's so warm.

She was a little moved, and just about to say thank you, Saul pulled her to sit sideways on his lap.

Throwing the fishing rod into Irene's hands, Sol began to explain some basic fishing skills.

This layer of embarrassing posture made Irene look stunned. Just as she was thinking about whether this was the question of whether I was holding him or he was holding me, Saul patted her on the head gently and asked her if she remembered. .

Irene bared her teeth with dissatisfaction on the top of her head.

"Um..., I have to sleep for a while, let me enjoy your softness and fragrance." Sol lay his elbows on Irene's legs and arched, and quickly found a comfortable sleeping position.

Looking down at Sol, who was talking to himself and fell asleep, Irene raised her small fist above his head in a demonstration.

This hateful guy took his first kiss that night. He was obviously a few months younger than himself, but he always looked at himself like a child, and arrogantly touched the top of other people's heads.

Turning her head indignantly, Irene saw a book next to Sol casually put down, only half of it.

It turns out that he is literate.

Holding the fishing rod in one hand, she flipped it casually with the other.

There is a simple illustration on a certain page of the book. It is an adventurer standing on a certain hill and looking down the hill. There is a faint light in the vast darkness under the hill, and I don't know whether it is a distant village or a strange plant in the forest.

She only knows a handful of the many words in the book. Although she yearns for what those distorted characters are saying, the overly burdensome housework did not give her a chance.

Shaking her legs leisurely, Irene enjoyed the atmosphere at this time, quiet and peaceful.

I don't know how long it took, Thor was suddenly awakened by a fierce movement in his arms, and raised his head to see Irene dragging the fishing rod nervously.

After a while, a hapless black fish was pulled out of the puddle and came into this strange world.

Irene's expression was very excited, looking at her actions as if she had created some miracle.

Sol stretched.

"Good job! Are you hungry?"

Irene shook her head, hesitated for a moment and nodded with a blush.

Sol got up and set up the remaining fire again, picked some firewood by the way, and hugged it to the corner of the exit. After a while, there was a ping-pong-pong-pong sound in the darkness.

"What are you doing?" Irene stared at the darkness suspiciously.

"I nailed two rows of brackets to the wall of the shaft so that you will be safer next time you climb." Sol clapped his hands and returned to the candlelight.

Originally, there were only some pits for stepping on the wall of the well. Although it does not require much climbing skills, at least the limbs must have certain strength. The girl is definitely not good at it, so he nailed some hard wood into the well wall for climbing.

Unexpectedly, this guy is quite attentive.

"Are you so sure that I will come again?" A joking smile curled up from the corner of Irene's mouth.

"Well, I'll leave it to climb by myself." Saul shrugged uncooperatively, turned his head to see Irene was smiling playfully and briskly, very dazzling, as if dispelling the cold.

The crackling burning wood brought warmth again.

Following the skirt, Irene sat on the side of the fire with her legs slanted, watching Saul turn the grilled fish in silence.

Staring at the boy in front of her, she suddenly felt a trance.

It seemed that I knew him and didn't know anything about him.

In Irene's previous knowledge, most of the orphans in the monastery were filled with ice and inaccessible, but Sol seemed to be a little different from other orphans.

He doesn't refuse to communicate with others, but he appears clumsy and hard, and doesn't know how to restrain his indifference. Sometimes even if he is smiling, there always seems to be a certain heaviness in that smile. Sometimes people think he...a bit mysterious and dangerous.

Irene also couldn't tell why she had these inexplicable feelings, she had only seen each other twice in total.

Just like now, this guy knows that he is looking at him at this moment, but he is indifferent and seems to be only focusing on the things in his hands.

This silence made Irene a little confused, she wanted to say something but couldn't find the topic.

After rubbing a small flower on her skirt with her tangled fingers and flattening it several times, Irene gently raised her hand to support Thor's arm, and said sincerely:

"No matter when, God will not leave us alone."

Saul turned his head in amazement, then smiled slightly.

"Well, thank you for your unreasonable comfort."

Although I don't know why Irene suddenly said this, Saul knew that since the death of Sister Precia, he had no **** in his heart.

If it is true as Irene said, then my future life is probably going to be lonely.

Irene frowned helplessly. She originally wanted to say something and start the topic with this, but this guy Sol just casually said something and returned to her concentration.

After a while, the golden grilled fish began to exude an attractive fragrance.

"Boom."

There seemed to be some bedding or something to be thrown down at the exit.

"Hey! What are you two doing sneakily behind us?"

As soon as he landed, Shuggs opened his eyes and pointed at the grilled fish in the hands of Sol and Irene and shouted as if I wanted to eat, but his grief and anger had not been fully expressed before he could be fully expressed. A group of dark shadows interrupted.

"Um...what's this? Ass? Damn! Cowell, you're sitting on my face! Can't you be a lady?"

Cowell calmly jumped off Shuggs's head and looked around at the bottom of the well with a curious expression on his skirt.

When she glanced over a pile of clothes like a hill, she narrowed her eyes slightly and turned her head to stare at Shuggs teasingly.

"Your dirty clothes are piled up to grow mushrooms."

"Uh, don't care about such small things... Hey! Pay attention to your feet, don't step on Sol's field, he will kill me!"

Shuggs accepted Cowell's contempt without changing his face, and then tried to forcefully change the subject with yelling.

The arrival of the two made the bottom of the well suddenly noisy.

That night, the four of them slept together, the two sisters slept in the middle, and Sol and Shuggs slept on both sides.

There is nothing wrong with Sol and Shuggs. The orphans in the monastery used to be crowded together to survive the cold winter in previous years.

The strange thing is that the sisters can also show that they don't mind this. They are willing to give up the big spacious house and squeeze in the harsh and messy environment at the bottom of the well, perhaps because hidden places are more likely to bring a sense of security.

Irene subconsciously hugged Thor's arm, her brows stretched, and she slept peacefully.

Seeing the strange combination in front of him, this kind of behavior similar to holding a group for warmth, Sol didn't have much thoughts.

Such a scene may not reappear in the future. I don't know where the four people will be and what they are doing next year, if there is another next year.

After spending his distorted childhood in the monastery, Saul learned prematurely to distinguish lies, to observe words and to observe colors, to see treacherous and cruel expressions from those eyes that should be innocent, and to smell danger from certain details. It is necessary At the same time, they have to bear the burden of humiliation, just for some more long-term interests.

No matter what you have experienced, some traces will settle down.

Only how to get along with others, Saul has not been very good at it, and can even be said to be very blunt, so he gives everyone around him a stern indifferent impression all day long.

After all, he has been a person from birth to now.

There is no warmth in places like monasteries. If you want to get along with other orphans, you must be prepared to calculate with each other. A little benefit, or a small advantage that is not worth mentioning in the eyes of adults, will become the cause of anti-purpose among orphans.

If you didn't meet Schugs and the sisters, your life might have been cold forever, Saul thought with emotion.

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