Agath

(ten)

Standing on the balcony, Ymir saw the roof of the car parked downstairs gradually lowered, revealing Yeorman's conspicuous long golden hair.

Bestra sat up.She and Yeoerman in the driver's seat looked at each other and smiled, as if they were a pair of close lovers.

Ymir returned to the living room, sat in front of the piano bench and pressed a few keys dully, out of tune.So he adjusted the pendulum clock's pointer to a larger swing, and then lay back on his bed upset.

Time passed by, Yeoerman and Bestra still did not come back.

Ymir suddenly sat up from the bed.He climbed the stairs softly and came to the door of Yeorman's room.After hesitating for a moment, he unscrewed the door and quickly got in.

The rooms are very clean and tidy, just like the guests who are temporarily staying here.There are no extra personal items inside, except for an old-fashioned travel bag on the carpet near the head of the bed.

Ymir tiptoed over and opened the bag in a mysterious way.

On the top of the bag was a handful of delicate plastic pistols, like toys for children.A big wallet, Ymir opened it, and saw that there was a certificate of property ownership, visas for various countries, travel maps, some schedule summaries and route arrangements.A pair of sunglasses, exactly the same as Ymir's father's.Ymir put it on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were dark.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap." The clock's pendulum hand did not know how many times it had swung.

Ymir turned over a neatly folded piece of clothing, and pressed his trembling hands on a box.

The familiar light gold rectangular box was tied with a dark red ribbon, and someone tied a knot in a complicated way.

Ymir put it by his ear and shook it, and there was a "clang bang bang" sound from the box.

"Tap-tap." The pendulum needle stopped swinging, and someone held it down.

"Ymir?" Bestra's voice sounded.

Ymir took a deep breath, slowly put the box back to its original position, and then put all the things that were taken out before into it one by one.

"Ymir?" Bestella seemed to be in a good mood, calling her son's name one after another without giving up.

Ymir exited the guest room and gently closed the door.He detoured down another road.

Yeorman poured two glasses of red wine, handed one of them to Bestella, and gave her a soothing look.Bestra shook her head helplessly, walked up to Yeoerman and stood still, picked up the wine glass and gestured to him, then raised her head and took a big sip.

When Ymir came to the kitchen, he saw such a scene.Bestra stood very close to Yeoerman, with her head lowered slightly, her curly brown hair was about to touch Yeoerman's blond hair that was also hanging down.One of Yeorman's black-gloved hands rested on the table, vaguely forming a circle, just enclosing Bestella.

"The aroma of the wine is ripe, you really chose a good vintage."

"New wine is incomparable." Yeoerman smiled casually, just in time to catch a glimpse of Ymir standing at the door from the corner of his eye.

"It's too raw, not suitable for drinking." He shifted his gaze to Ymir, and said in a vague way.

Bestella didn't notice his abnormality, but said to Ymir: "You should go together. The convertible car, with fresh air, is very comfortable. We stopped halfway. Your uncle Yorman bought ice cream for you."

"A box of lavender, and a box of mint." Yeoerman looked at Ymir with a smile, "I bought it right, right?"

"I like vanilla." Ymir's serious look made it difficult to judge whether what he said was true or not.

Yeoerman looked like he didn't care about him, but his smile deepened.On the contrary, Bestella wanted to resolve the embarrassment of not knowing whether it existed, so she casually said, "Stay by yourself, little slacker."

"Oh, by the way, where's Mrs. Margaret?"

"Still haven't seen her."

"What? Then what shall we do?"

Yorman listened to the conversation between the mother and son, and raised his head to look at Bestra.

"My cooking skills are not very good." Bestella bit her lower lip like a girl.

"Ah, my cooking skills are not bad."

Ymir wondered if his ears had heard it wrong, but when he thought about seeing this man digging in the yard, he felt relieved.

"It's really bothering you."

"No, I'm extremely happy." Yeo Erman smiled like a handsome gentleman.

"Yorman, which side of the god are you?" Ymir heard his mother ask this, and there was a little woman's joy that could not be concealed in her tone.

Yeoerman did not answer her, but handed two large boxes of ice cream to Ymir. "Ymir, please put this in the refrigerator."

Ymir stood still.

"Ymir, do as your uncle tells you." Bestella was about to get angry, although getting angry was never something a well-educated noble lady like her should do.