Blackstone Code

He quickly changed his expression. In such a family, in such a family relationship, he has learned how to disguise himself.

“Father…”

Two minutes later, he came outside the study, looked at Mr. Simon, who was writing something at his desk, and whispered.

He stood outside the door, and did not cross the line even one centimeter away, because Mr. Simon said that without his consent, no one can enter his study, and this includes the girl in this house. Master and Young Lord.

The boy didn’t dare to violate Mr. Simon’s request. The scar on his forehead seemed to be a little painful, but he didn’t feel it for a long time.

Mr. Simon didn’t look up, didn’t even follow the words, and continued to do his business.

About seven or eight minutes later, he put down the pen and rubbed his wrist. The expression on his face when he lifted the head was very cold, and his tone was also, “This time you should be doing homework or doing other things. Things.”

He meant that he didn’t want to see the young man here. The young man pursed his mouth, lowered his head, and continued, “Yes, I just met a steward grandfather, and I heard something from him…” he drummed Take the courage to lift the head and look at Mr. Simon behind the desk, “Are you leaving?”

“Leave?” Mr. Simon’s eyes became a little terrifying, “Who did you listen to, or is it your own wild guess?”

“I told you that things you should know, I will tell you, but things you shouldn’t know, I don’t want you to inquire about it honestly.”

“I will not punish you this time, but if there is another time, let me know if you guess or inquire, these punishments will be added together.”

Mr. Simon has a cane whip, which is used to beat those who have made mistakes. Treat these Nagalil natives not to be too kind, otherwise they will step by step and try to get past the master and The boundary between the subordinates.

The whip is a good thing to maintain your authority. It only takes a few strokes to make people recognize their status in a certain period of time.

Sometimes a teenager made a mistake, or his mother made a mistake, Simon would also lash them with a whip, five lashes each time, he had to take off his shirt and beat him on his back.

Every time he was punished, it was impressive. When he heard the punishment, a look of fear appeared in the boy’s eyes, and his head dropped lower.

“If it’s okay, just do your thing, remember to close my door…”, as Mr. Simon rubbed his wrist, picked up the pen again, and started writing swiftly.

Actually, he had a typewriter here before, the kind of dong dong dong that keeps tapping, and will make a ding at the end, and then push it back with a hand.

But afterwards, it didn’t need to be used. Firstly, his writing frequency was not low, but it was impossible to write everyday. Secondly, the ink ribbon needs maintenance, and so does the typewriter.

He spent much more money on this aspect than the typewriter itself, and his typing skills were not very good, so he finally gave up.

The young man stood at the door and was silent for a moment. Simon lifts the head again a little unpleasantly. Looking at him, he slightly nodded his head slightly, which was like asking him why he didn’t leave and wanted doing what?

The teenager bowed slightly and closed the door. All of a sudden, there was only a rustle in the study, and a Mr. Simon who looked forward to returning to his real home and enjoying the warmth of the real family.

The more he has such thoughts, the more urgent he is, even if the child on his side has no feelings for him, everything is for money.

Even if his wife over there has cheated and has a lover, but he thinks he is to blame, he did it wrong first, and he will make up for it when he returns.

He can’t bear the Barbarian look of the child here, he can’t bear the strange smell from his wife that can never be removed, he has had enough, he wants to go back!

The teenager returned to his room in a daze. When passing by his mother’s room, he didn’t even notice that his mother called his name.

He returned to the house, closed the door, and threw himself heavily on the soft bed. Looking at the sand tent, he became more and more confused.

He can already feel it, feel Mr. Simon’s determination to leave, and… the determination to abandon them.

He could feel that kind of decision. It was amazing. He didn’t know how to do it, but he just knew that he and his mother were about to be abandoned.

Tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably, even when his father whipped him, he never cried, because Mr. Simon said that the last thing a man should do is cry.

He hasn’t cried since he was sensible. The more painful and injured, the more he has to smile, because this can cater to Mr. Simon’s expectation that he may not exist and the mother who comforts him.

But now, he cried. He is the one to be abandoned after all, and he got the news from Mr. Steward that Mr. Simon seems to be going to sell everything here. He has not even considered the young people. How to live with his mother here.

This society is very cruel. If rich people like them suddenly lose money, those outsiders will treat them more severely.

For almost twenty years, he is like an unpleasant stone, sometimes it can play a role, and it will be placed where it can be touched at any time.

He has no effect now, and is about to be kicked away.

In the midst of sadness, he thought of a passerby whom he had chatted with recently. He was a very interesting person. He was not like other Nagalilians, and hoped to end his life muddleheaded. Then cast a good tire.

In this interesting youngster, he felt something that the Nagalil had never had before, a spirit, and an uplifting thing.

It’s a tenacious resistance.

It is an active fight.

It’s a fierce struggle.

Then use your will, body and hands to hold up a bright future!