The drizzle obscured the original color of the sky, and the azure sky could only faintly catch a faint light revealed through the thin clouds, and dust particles the size of dust slid down the delicate rain curtain to the navy blue stone brick floor, gathering into a charcoal black trickle that meandered, but gradually overflowed because the sewer entrance could not be found.Before five o'clock in the afternoon, the night had already fallen early, and I could not feel the joy and jubilation of midsummer, and the depression and sorrow of autumn could not wait to pass through the rain in the sky, and then the whole world was slowly quiet.The sound of bubbling water and tinkling rain mingle into a symphony, and occasionally the sound of horse-drawn carriages and steam light rails can be heard intermingling, like the sound of strings, and the whole city is singing, and the song of grief and loneliness gently swells between the long streets and alleys.A tall and emaciated figure was walking briskly through the continuous light rain, without rain gear, just using spiritual energy to condense a small curtain of water above the head, and then the rain that fell lightly blended into it, quietly disappeared, and did not even stir up a splash, quiet and subtle.He's clearly not the only one.The sparse crowd of people walking on the street also had no rain gear, everyone just pressed their hats, or pulled their coats, and walked quickly through the rushing rain, hurrying and hurrying, and the figures coming and going were immersed in their own footsteps.It's just that none of them thought of using spiritual energy to avoid the rain, and occasionally someone caught this figure in the afterglow, so they couldn't help but look back with a shocked face, as if they couldn't believe their eyes, but then the rain blurred their vision, and then the figure disappeared into the cyan rain curtain.The figure made a slight sense of direction, and finally stopped in front of a retro building.The mottled brick walls can clearly see the depth and shallow layers of water stains, and the original gray rock appearance is almost invisible, gradually evolving into a dark brown color; Typical of the Cicero era of architecture, the obvious features reveal the elegance of the ancient atmosphere, and the gray façade outlines an indescribable dullness and oppression.The intricate and heavy pear blossom wood gate stands firmly on the street, forcibly dividing the world into two completely different spaces, the inside and the outside.The two-storey building pattern extends along the entire long street, but the area is obviously spacious and vast, compared to the dense dwellings in the lower city, it is completely a heaven and an underground, and the unified and neat architectural style brings the elegance and dignity exclusive to the nobles of the Leia Empire.The greenery on the other side of the street spreads out endlessly, which is simply impossible in the rocky abyss where every inch of land is at a premium—and only the upper town can be so wealthy, compared with the squalor and crowded of the lower town, the spacious streets, neat houses, quaint buildings and verdant greenery, the corners and corners can show the nobility and extraordinariness of this area, and easily show the rich and poor class.From the footsteps of walking, the line of sight, and the posture of moving, we can accurately judge which people are the natives of Shangcheng District, and which ones are Grandma Liu who came here to "browse the Grand View Garden", and those amazed and curious eyes can clearly feel the strong impact that is going on in their minds.It's the same city, but it's still divided into two worlds.However, the figure just now......
Calm and complacent, although he is looking around, there is no envy and admiration, more of an appreciation and observation, the calmness and calmness revealed by the gestures can feel the pride in the bones, and he is not moved at all.It seems that this should not be the natives who live in the upper city, but the aristocratic son who has come to visit from other big cities, most likely from Tuno, so he is looking at the surrounding scene, but he is not shocked in the slightest, because his vision is obviously more than that.The next-door neighbor immediately noticed the stranger appearing in the street, secretly opened the curtains, looked condescendingly from the window on the second floor, watched the figure's every move, and then silently made a guess and judgment, and firmly believed that his own speculation was the correct answer.In less than five days, a very sensational gossip news came out of Iwabuchi: a noble son from Tuno came to visit Iwabuchi, handsome and chic, with an elegant demeanor, and his every move showed a unique nobility and calmness, and his temperament was compelling; He also made a special trip to visit Mr.
Froude's mansion, and it seemed that he was a young talent who was preparing to buy a property in Iwabuchi.The rumors are getting more and more outrageous and sensational.Many people swore that they had witnessed the demeanor of this noble prince, and firmly said that this was a nobleman comparable to His Royal Highness the Third Prince, and their expectations were getting higher and higher.But this mysterious noble son has never shown up, but the veil of mystery has made expectations rise instead of falling, and all kinds of rumors and discussions are becoming more and more lively.Later, someone asked Thunder Peters-Fraud in person who the mysterious noble son was, but Ray Peters said with a question mark on his head, "I don't know", but this response was considered to be "tight-lipped", which made the curiosity swell more and more, and the rumors were out of control.At this time, the "noble son" stood and rang the psionic doorbell politely, thinking in his mind: What is the most appropriate thing to eat on a rainy day?
Red bean porridge should be a good choice, pork belly chicken and sheep scorpion are perfect, and the stomach worms are desperately calling for barbecue and skewers.It seemed that there was a knock on the door one second, and the next second it was answered, and the door immediately opened, and a man could be seen walking out quickly.From the street to the gate, there was a large vestibule, and the man in a black three-piece suit walked quickly down the stairs, looking to be in his fifties, the hair on his head had almost fallen out, but the remaining strands of hair were still meticulously tidied up, and even in the rainy weather, the white shirt and black bow tie were still neatly ironed without slackening.He held a black rain gear in his right hand, propped it up, and shielded a piece of the sky for the "noble son", and greeted him with a smile and a polite bow, "Welcome to the Froude Mansion, Master Holden." ”Holden, who was known as "Young Master", showed a shallow smile and gently bowed his head, "So, from now on, am I also a young master?"
”The light and joking words did not get any response, and the man still collected his chin in a proper manner, "Yes, Master Holden." ”Humor meets seriousness, just like snow meets sunshine, which melts and disintegrates in a blink of an eye, is this a soft nail?
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