God's Prayer and Nightwish

It was already four o'clock in the morning when Yewish returned to Humati. After the spacecraft entered the range of the gravitational hood, it turned off two of the four engines, and taxied all the way to the second floor of the 160th floor of the Earth Center Building.

There are only two "boat spaces" in the high-altitude apron of the building where every inch of land is expensive. Yewish's ship is docked next to another silver metal-hulled airship. He glanced at it—the message "the master is at home" came to his mind. Then he lowered his head and hurried forward.

He's tired and it's been a long day.

When walking through the hanging garden to the pool, Yewish paused and frowned.

"Sir, why don't you go around?" A servant stepped forward and asked.

Ye Yuan took a deep breath—the smell of residual wine and food penetrated into his nostrils. He didn't eat anything for most of the day, so he drank a glass of sugar water, his stomach was empty, and he had some acid regurgitation.He shook his head, exhaled the air in his lungs, and put on a perfect smile.

The party has come to an end, and the sporadic crowd after the revelry is standing in twos and threes outside the floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows of the grand banquet hall on the second floor of 160. The glass is projecting the wave light of the swimming pool - [-] gallons of fresh water, here is just a play item that changes every four days .

Yewish passed through the reception and the crowd, and someone saw him immediately.

"Mr. Nightwish! Why did you arrive so late? You missed all the good shows." The youngest son of the Elio family opened his front, showing a row of beautiful abs, and walked towards him with a cocktail in his hand.

Ye Yuan bowed slightly to him: "Your Excellency."

He knew that these "new aristocrats" loved the old titles of respect and inferiority from the bottom of their hearts, and almost immediately, two ladies surrounded them.Ye Yuan took a closer look - if it wasn't the young lady he recognized, then it could only be "property".

In fact, even if it is a lady or wife of a big family, it may not be property, he thought again.

The real estate of Dixin Building belongs to Leonis's family. Although other families participated in the construction funds, the rent collection and management are still under the owner's name. It is not an exaggeration to say that the building is his family's property.As the master's chief assistant, Ye Yuan had no choice but to greet all the remaining guests one by one, inevitably drank a few glasses of miscellaneous wine, and finally managed to escape with due courtesy.

"Go and rest." Ye Yuan stood alone at the elevator entrance, and several attendants bowed to say good night, and went back downstairs by themselves.

Dixin Building can be rented up to the second floor of 160, but not above that, which is the owner's office and living area.Ye Yuan swiped the elevator with a special number plate, went up to the top floor, and reached the highest point of existing human civilization.

After the elevator door slid open, a shocking night scene came into view.

Most of the top floor is opened up into an open space, surrounded by panoramic windows of [-] degrees.Only a few corner lamps were lit in the whole room, and the sleepless Humati was trampled underfoot.

Nightwish took two steps forward—a still figure sitting on a velvet armchair.

"Master." Ye Yuan whispered.

Only when the two of them were alone, Nightwish would call him master like he did when he was a child—considering the bad reputation of this class title, he changed his name to "Mr." in front of outsiders.

But he didn't like to call it that, it seemed restrained and alienated and nothing special, as if they were just a cold master-servant relationship.

But in fact their relationship is indeed like this-although he has been with his master since he was eight years old, raised and taught by him, but that's all.On the contrary, it is precisely because of this that he loves the word "master" so much, as if he is the other's property.

No wonder others called him a "dog".

"Are you back?" A familiar deep voice sounded, "It's so late."

"Master hasn't slept yet." Ye Yuan took another half step forward, and now he could see the man's tall nose bridge and smooth forehead - a few strands of his forehead hair hung down on the frame of the glasses. Sounds deep and ascetic.

Hiji was busy with two things, while looking down at the report scrolling on the screen in front of him, and at the same time paying attention to the analysis data displayed on the glasses, flipping a brass lighter back and forth between his other fingers, he asked without looking up: " Have you bought the cigarettes?"

"En." Ye Yuan replied, stretching his hand into his pocket, Hiji also put down the lighter at the same time, turned his palm up, and waited for the cigar to be put between his two fingers.The foot resting on the knee of his left leg moved unconsciously, and Nightwish found that he was only wearing black socks, and the leather shoes fell on the carpet.

However, what was put into Hisuji's hand was a hard object heavier than a cigar.

He raised his head in surprise—the elegant and solemn wooden box in his hand exudes a tranquil beauty in the night.Ye Yuan kept bending over to talk to him, then simply knelt down, leaned against his legs and slightly raised his head, saying: "For the master."

Hiji put down the report, brushed his finger over the embossment on the box, then pulled the metal buckle, and looked at it with the light outside the window.

Yeyuan handed out the newly purchased cigars, Hijiri took them and unwrapped them one by one and put them into the box one by one. Yeyuan watched his movements and his heart beat.

"Not bad." Hiroshi commented after looking at it for a while.

Ye Yuan couldn't help but curled up her mouth, took half a step forward on her knees, reached into the gap where the outer side of Siu Si's thigh was close to the sofa, fumbled for the lighter, straightened her waist, lit the fire, and brought it to Siu Si's hand.

The cut cigar head was lit with a circle of red light, and Ye Yuan blew on the end of the cigarette, the green smoke slowly rolled up, and the aroma of the tobacco leaves came out.

The addiction of the whole day was finally relieved, Hiroji took a puff of smoke, put the cigar box on the coffee table, and picked up the report again.

"Go to bed." He ordered casually, rubbing the top of Yewish's head with his hands, and the soft blond hair became fluffy.

Ye Yuan thought for a while, then obediently bowed her head and kissed his fingertips, stood up and left.

Although Hiji's bedroom is the official top floor of the Earth Center Building, Yewish's room is actually in the attic half a floor above.Not many people know about this matter. After all, as a personal servant, even he, the fact that the bedroom is above the head of the master is too shocking, but this is actually just a product of habit.Just like how they grew up—Hiji raised him within easy reach, sometimes asked him to do odd jobs, sometimes ordered him to do business, occasionally treated him as a student or even a younger brother, and sometimes simply asked him to follow along. By his side, just unconsciously watching him grow up day by day.

Then he fulfilled all secret wishes, big or small, for Hiji.

Those things that Leonis's eldest son couldn't touch with his own hands, those things that he didn't have time to be distracted by as the acting head of the family, and those things that couldn't see the light but could only be done at night, were all handled by him.

He wasn't called Nightwish originally, but he didn't know when it started, it has become all of him.

He opened the door of his bedroom, threw a coin in his hand, and a splash of water splashed in the wishing well.

Yeyuan met Anxi for the second time, and it was already a month later.

That was supposed to be the day when he was preparing for the monthly meeting of the ten great families—as the heads of the eight great families of Humoti’s first creation god and the two emerging nobles gathered on a luxury yacht, Ye Yuan was in charge of all the coordinating matters of the meeting, This includes meeting locations, program proposals and food meals, as well as finishing touches for any formal or informal "entertainment" that takes place outside the meeting.His master, the eldest son of the most powerful Leonis family in the entire new sea city, has been sitting at the head of the long table instead of his father for five years.

It's just that this month's meeting couldn't be held as scheduled, and the reason was the master's ineffective and annoying younger brother.

The master's biological mother died young, and now Leonis's mistress is the fourth daughter of the Fan Xiulian family, Luo Te Fanxiulianen. She gave birth to a half-brother who is ten years younger than the master.And this younger brother is now in a very troublesome adolescence, and is dominated and controlled by the overly ambitious mother's family, doing some confusing things all day long.

For example, set your own birthday party on the same day as the monthly meeting of the top ten families.

"Can't the birthday party be held on the weekend?" He remembered the host's displeased expression when he heard the news.

Dawn, the youngest son of the Leonis family, replied: "But my birthday is on that day, and it's not a birthday after that, and it's not just any ordinary birthday, it's my birthday!"

Hiji blinked expressionlessly, and the corners of his mouth lowered slightly, Yeyuan knew that he was getting impatient.

"On that day, and everyone has to come!" Dorn issued a dangerous declaration.

The "everyone" in his mouth must refer to all the respectable people in Humoti, and naturally also includes all the families participating in the monthly meeting.Generally speaking, the end of the monthly meeting is usually after dinner, and it will not be able to catch up with the banquet that starts at seven o'clock.

"How long have I been planning my birthday, you should have known, and all the invitations have been sent out, they cannot be changed!" Dawn added fearlessly.

Hijiri said coldly: "I didn't personally go through the details of your banquet, because I thought you would at least not be so stupid. It seems that I still overestimate you."

Don's hands behind his back trembled slightly, and Ye Yuan knew that he was actually a little afraid of his master in his heart - many people were afraid of him, but Don still stuck his neck and said: "Once a month is important, it's still my birthday important?"

Oops, Yewish secretly nervous in his heart.

Fortunately, Hijiru seemed to think this question was too ridiculous and didn't answer, he lowered his head again: "Do whatever you want, I'm going to work."

The words "I'm going to work" is an unquestionable order to evict guests. Dawn was so angry that his shoulders shrugged, and small flames appeared along with his mother's curly red hair, but he still didn't dare to refute a word, and turned around stiffly. stride out.

Except for the hair color, Dawn's facial features were similar to those of his master when he was a teenager, but the master had never shown such a vivid and dramatic expression, and looked like an exquisite robot designed by a famous artist.

Seeing that Donne had already walked in front of him, Yewish opened the door for him at the right time. Donne glared at him and snorted, "A running dog."

Ye Yuan smiled with a good temper and said, "Go slowly."

He thought that the matter of the birthday party was over, but he didn't expect that in the next few days, several family heads who were supposed to attend the monthly meeting would come to apologize for not being able to attend. coming of age ceremony.Hiroshi snorted, and threw the portable LCD screen on the table: "I don't know what to do."

At this moment, Ye Yuan was the only one present in the huge office, and Hiji no longer concealed his disgust: "Fan Xiulianen, who doesn't know what's good or bad, stupid."

The day division of this monthly meeting has prepared a very important agenda, which requires an absolute majority of votes to pass, but the vote must be more than two-thirds of the Patriarchs present to take effect. If this birthday banquet is disturbed, the meeting does not need to be held.

"Do you think Madam ordered it?" Ye Yuan asked.

"Of course, that little idiot would have the guts to tease these people?" Hijiru said bluntly.

Although he knew that the master didn't mean that at all, but the word "little idiot" sounded a bit intimate, Ye Yuan pursed his lips secretly.

"Can't even hide this bit of ambition? I don't have any brains or ideas. I don't know how the Leonis family raised such a waste." Si Si said displeased.

"He's too young to be here yet." Ye Yuan persuaded.

"Are you still young? What was it like when I was? What was it like when you were?" Hiroshi dismissively said, "With him alone, he still wants to bypass me and take over Leonis?"

Nightwish secretly sucked in a breath—although this has been secretly discussed among the servants in this house for many years, no one has ever said it out loud like this.Leonis' real patriarch, Hirosi and Dorn's father, Shen Cang, hadn't shown his face in public for a long time, and since Hirosi moved out of the Eclipse to the Center of the Earth Building, he felt that he rarely saw his father.On the contrary, Dawn and his mother Rott, who stayed in the main house, could often meet with Shen Cang—the rumor that the inheritance rights would be diluted to the younger son had spread throughout the Eclipse many years ago.

Before he could respond to that, Hiraji seemed to have decided not to waste time on his good-for-nothing brother and greedy stepmother, and to get back to work.

What was it like when you were by yourself?Ye Yuan thought about it—at that time, he seemed to have finally accepted his heart, and at the same time gave up the endless love.

The author has something to say

Day division originally means "everything under the sun is our company", a feeling of arrogance, similar to "the empire on which the sun never sets".

But when I read it, it sounds like a certain god of gods. It's too mediocre and funny. Every time I write it, I feel ashamed www