I warmed his cold blood

On the day Herron attended Anthony's funeral, it rained heavily for the first time in a long time.

It's already evening, and the eyes are full of cold blue.The sky is the color of crab shells, and it is a bit cold and quiet. The cold wind is wrapped in raindrops and pierces into people's flesh.The streets were deserted, a few people hurriedly walked in cloaks, and more people hid under the marble eaves.

Harren wore a crow-feather cloak, with a wide hood that covered his forehead, and a silver brooch pinned to his left shoulder.The cloak was damp from the rain, and his eyes were steaming, as was his forehead hair.He seemed to have absorbed a lot of rainwater, and his whole body was much softer because of the moisture of the water, with a kind of tenderness that made people love him.

Of course, this is just the appearance.

Lucas liked this different Heron.

——In other words, it is precisely because I like Helen that I also like him in a different way.

The plaster statue of Pliny was wet by the rain, turning blue and reflecting light.

Fanny was in a wheelchair, wrapped in an orange cloak and holding a black one.She silently looked up at her late husband.Flitina held an umbrella for her.

When Helen took Lucas out, he saw such a scene when passing by the atrium.

Among the cold and silent silver-blue sky, only Fanny is orange.She bloomed just like that, the only warmth in the cold.

She staggered to her feet and threw her black cloak over the plaster cast.

"Mother." Heron called her, "I don't think you can get the sun in the rain. For you, it's probably the wisest choice to go back to the house to avoid the rain."

"Hermia... come here." Fanny turned her face and beckoned him with a smile.

Helen approached her and knelt down obediently.

Fanny took out a piece of sapphire from her bosom and hung it around his neck, "I asked for this in the temple, and let the gods protect you from disasters and increase your wisdom."

"Thank you." Helen kissed the back of her hand.

"Hermia... I have a request." Fanny said softly, "after I die, I will be buried with Pliny in the same coffin. In this way, I have only been separated from him for 20 years, but we can together forever."

Her eyes were shining brightly, as if two balls of flames were jumping, and the lying silkworm, which had been shrinking all the time, woke up from sleep at this moment.

Helen showed hesitation, stared at her for a while, then nodded.

……

The wheels rolled through the mud and rumbled through the crowded and dirty streets.Finally arrived at the place where the funeral was held.

Lucas parked the carriage on the side of the square, kicked away the stones on the ground, and helped his master down.

The car board was soaked in water and was slippery. When Helen got out of the car, his feet slipped and he staggered to the ground.

Subconsciously, he clung to Lucas's back, touching his wound that hadn't healed.

Lucas shrank his neck in pain, and the time was only a moment.

—but Herron noticed.

When Lucas turned to help him, his smile had returned, as if the pain had never been there.

He straightened the hat for Herren as if nothing had happened, but his lips trembled slightly.

Heron caught his subtle expression in his eyes.

"Is the whip wound on your back still not healed? A gladiator who is not afraid of pain?" He teased.

Lucas said with a smile, "It's fine, you don't have to worry at all."

He wasn't wearing a rain cloak, his forehead was wet and dripping in locks, and his cheeks were smeared with mud.His lashes were wet, and his sea-blue eyes were misted like a light mist on the ocean.

Helen curled the corners of his lips, but didn't see through his disguise.He tore off his cloak and draped it over Lucas' back.

"If there is an injury, it's best not to touch the water," he said.

Lucas could feel the lingering warmth of the cloak, with a bit of cardamom aroma, which was unique to Heron.

His lips moved, and it took a long time before he said: "You put on a cloak for me once before, and this is the second time."

"Really?" Helen was stunned, and searched in his mind, "When?"

"It was also raining that day," Lucas pointed to the sky, "I just got my family seal, and you stood on a high place to watch me practice my sword. I smiled and waved to you, and you walked down in the rain. You The cloak you wear is maroon wool, loose and loose, as if it will fall off at any time. Your lips are as red as roses, and I can see them clearly through the rain and fog; Barefoot, muddy toes. You wrap me in a cloak and let me kiss your instep..."

He paused.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have talked too much.

"I have a good memory." Helen smiled, "Go home and make some herbal water. After all, you were hurt because of me."

He paused, "You can use my bath, the effect will be better."

Lucas's mind became hot, the mist between the eyelashes suddenly cleared, and the focus of the eyeballs fluttered.

Herron patted his tense shoulder and said with a smile, "Your reward."

He didn't stay for too long, and walked directly into the seat.Lucas sat on the deck waiting for him.

The seats in the square were full, and they were all in black cloaks.Commoners crowded in the back, and nobles with elegant manners sat on the seats.They have different hair colors, gold, red, black and white; viewed from a height, they look like colorful flowers embroidered on black silk satin.Accompanied by the gray sky, they looked solemn, hiding their original indifference very well.

The coffin is erected in front of the seats, and the podium is below.The new head of the household will give a funeral speech from the stage.

Out of political needs, many new owners will use funerals to show their faces and gain public recognition.

The death of the deceased is a stepping stone to the official career of future generations, which is tacitly understood by the nobles.

The rain gradually decreased.Heron sat under the stage and saw Daho stepping onto the stage step by step.