unexpected giveaway

Servants' celebrations are usually simple and ordinary, after all, the appearance of this party itself is incredible.Even with Mr. Williams' often indifferent attitude, the servants had to be careful.

Three days later, the snow had almost melted, but it became colder.

The servants paid attention to the whereabouts of Mr. Williams today. Connard had been sweeping the small pieces of snow at the door with a broom more than once. God knows his identity was a chef and he had robbed Arthur of his job.It seemed that Chester was indeed kind to them.

Cory, who was wrapped up like a big rice dumpling, watched fearlessly from the side. When Chester got into the black car and the driver started the car and drove away, Corey felt that the servants who had been waiting so hard wanted to kneel down and shout for joy. Although their previous actions can already be called sneaky.

The servants quickly kidnap Arthur.

They jostled and congratulated him.

The somewhat thin young man was squeezed into the crowd, he didn't show a happy expression, his usual pale face showed an expression of indifference.

They came to the fourth trapezoidal roof room, and entered the smallest and most remote room.Sani turned the doorknob, and the smell of burnt wood filled the air.The servants were afraid to use charcoal, but to keep the room warm, they resorted to another method--using the branches that Kenman sawed off.

The inside of the room is completely different from the outside, with warm candlelight, colorful ribbons everywhere, and delicious snacks. The servants have tried their best to dress up here, for their companions, and for the comfort and sustenance in their hearts.

Conrad shook the two cans vigorously, earning squeals of glee from the others as the beer gushed out.Kenman was the last to arrive, just in time for Arthur to blow out the candles, and he had brought some cider.Of course, the servants refused to give Cory the wine, and Cory could only lick his lips helplessly. He hadn't tasted wine for a long time.

The cake was small, about the size of Cory's palm, but it was beautifully done and drizzled with chocolate sauce.The original intention of the servants was to let Arthur taste it alone, but Arthur silently refused with his movements.He divided the cake into pieces and gave them to everyone present, including Corey.

The birthday party was still going on, and Corey walked out of the room alone. The burning wood filled the room with warmth, which made Corey wrap his clothes tightly when he came out.He grabbed a piece of snow on the ground, and the snow melted quickly, turning into water with a firm grip.Corey crouched in the corner and kept filling it with other snow, gradually forming a snowman.

The door was pulled open, and Cory caught a glimpse of a person walking towards him.The person who came was Arthur, the protagonist of the birthday party.His face was slightly red, which was due to the volatilization of alcohol.Arthur walked over to Cory's side and leaned against the wall.

They didn't speak, and Cory continued to pinch the snowman.

"It's like the first birthday I've ever had in my life," said Arthur slowly.His voice was low, but enough to surprise Cory.It is more surprising to know that a person who normally does not speak suddenly breaks the deadlock of silence than a good student who suddenly gets the worst grade.

"Thank you, sir." Arthur looked down at Corey.

Corey smiled at him: "You don't need to thank me, I didn't do anything for you, I was just a little curious. The person who gave you everything is waiting for you to go back in that small room."

Arthur: "But I'm not feeling right now, and my head is hot. If you have a chance, sir, you should try Mr. Kenman's fruit wine."

There was no strange expression on Arthur's face, his eyes were still as calm as water.Probably only from the slightly red face can tell that he is different from usual.

Cory responded with a laugh: "I think they're going to be delicious."

Arthur looked away from Cory's face, and he looked into the distance. "I heard from Mr. Kingdon, who delivered the newspaper, that it was a long time ago. Go out from us, walk through the tall trees outside the gate, and turn left at the end. There is a small bus stop ten meters away. Get on the bus from there, buy the farthest ticket, get off at the destination, and you will see the indescribably wide sea, that kind of blue is better than everything in the world. Mr. Kingden said that as long as you have seen it once, you will be willing to take your Dedicate your life to the gods, because the gods have created such beauty. You will not keep complaining about life, you should be ashamed and grateful for the kindness of the gods that you can survive. Mr. Kingdon always talks about it like this He looked proud, and even the little deer dog who stayed by his side was picked up by the sea. But people didn't believe Mr. Kingdon's words, and they even laughed at Mr. Kingdon. Mr. Kingdon disappeared the year before last, and people found it last year He was lying under a road sign, and the deer dog was beside him. In fact, I also want to see the sea. I have been envious of Mr. since before, because you have a pair of beautiful eyes like the sea. Those eyes." Arthur didn't look at Corey, he continued with his previous actions, his voice was low as if he was recalling.

Corey put the snowman on the ground: "My eyes are nothing to envy, or you should thank my mother. Maybe you shouldn't just focus on these, I think you know what I mean."

Arthur didn't move, he stood blankly in the distance, like a wooden sculpture, and also like a road sign that carried a person's soul in the story he told.He said lightly: "I can't get out of here, I will have nowhere to go if I leave here. Who would accept a taciturn servant, cleverness and a mouth full of candy are always a sharp weapon for survival. My mother brought A basket of eggs, but those blood-sucking capitalists will just take the eggs and keep us out."

Corey turned the snowman around.He shrugged, he didn't come here to mourn the spring and autumn, maybe he should do something to change the status quo, the silent servant made the status quo stiff again.

Corey pulled out a long cylinder from his clothes. The outside of this thing was wrapped in very ordinary kraft paper. It was not very long, about 22 centimeters.It made Cory uncomfortable that the stuff was hidden on him until it was brought out, just for some surprise.

He handed the things to Arthur, and Arthur hesitated slightly when he took it.

"A small map, Sani told me, you always wanted to travel around the world before." Corey said while fixing the snowman, "Although this thing can't change anything, but it exists, don't forget .”

Arthur slowly tightened his hands, and his voice trembled a little: "Thank you..."

Corey interrupted him, Corey looked up, the smile was still on his face: "You should thank Mr. Williams, I ordered directly using Mr. Williams' name, otherwise no deliveryman would want to come to this secluded place. hell of a place."

"I know." Arthur pushed the thing into his chest. "Mr. Williams, I thank him, but I'm afraid. Thank you, sir."

Corey didn't speak, his hand left the little snowman on the ground.Remnant snow fixation allows that little snowman to stand on rough ground, forever, until it melts into water.

Until then, no one can let it fall.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Conrad leaned on the door frame and shouted to them: "Hey, boys, what are you doing outside, it's so cold. Come in, Kenman is going to tell his love history!"

Cory was about to stand up when a hand came out in front of him.Corey glanced at Arthur, and naturally took his hand and let him pull himself up.

The two walked into the small room before, and Conrad closed the door after they entered, blocking the biting cold wind from outside.

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