"What are you thinking?"

William couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, he looked at the calm face of the Count of Monte Cristo, and said, "The truth is, he is not, you and Dresses may only be 'mother-in-law' and 'son-in-law' in the future." ”

"What are you kidding, you don't understand."

The Count of Monte Cristo looked at William "calmly", his originally gray eyes glowed with gold, "Since I was a child, I knew that Cydice must be my bride, we grew up together, played together, picked up broken shells along the coastline together, played on the beach together, sat by the sea and watched the sunrise and sunset together, even when I was engaged, I thought I was the happiest person in the world, because I couldn't help but have a bride who loved me, and the life I liked, but ······"

William slowly lowered his eyes, and he glanced at the wisteria swaying branches and leaves, and his heart was relieved.

"But, as it turns out, you and Cydice weren't together in the end, did they?" William said, "Since you have no fate, why do you still want to be persistent. ”

"I'm not attached," said the Count of Monte Cristo, as if he had discovered something, and stood up, and he approached step by step, plucked the dense branches of the wisteria, looked at the people hidden inside, and said word by word, as if he were chanting, "I am just nostalgic, nostalgic for those days." ”

"I just didn't expect to meet Sydith here, let alone that Ladyse would be your mother, Albert."

The Count of Monte Cristo's words fell, and he reached out to embrace Albert, who was buried behind the flower tree, and his tone had his characteristic mature charm, "Fate really likes to joke, doesn't it, but fortunately I met you, Albert." ”

William opened his mouth, hesitated at the moment he saw Abel burst into tears and laughed.

Did the Count of Monte Cristo love Abel or not?

He didn't know.

"Mr. William Stoker."

Before William could say anything, he heard the Count of Monte Cristo call out his name, and said to Albert, whose eyes were still a little red, "Abel, Mr. William Stoke has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"William," Albert looked at William, his face flushed, "I'm sorry, I was so anxious to cause you to run so late." ”

Albert said this, suddenly realized something, and looked at William in surprise, although he felt incredible, "William, were you nearby just now?" ”

"It doesn't matter, what matters, Albert, do you really love the Count?"

William did not answer Albert's previous question, he looked at him with blue eyes and asked, "Do you know that the Count really loves you?" ”

William wasn't worried that the Count of Monte Cristo would hurt him, he was just worried that Abel was stupid and hadn't been able to tell the difference yet.

"I ······," said Albert hesitantly, "I don't know, but I think I love him, as you say." ”

"I wanted you to love him, but now, I want him to love you, Albert," William said, looking at the Count of Monte Cristo smiling at him gentlemanly without paying any attention to William's desire to dismantle him.

"I don't know to say to you, Albert, because it's so complicated, but please watch with your eyes and listen carefully, sometimes the truth of the matter often does not match what you see and hear."

William said, pausing for a moment, he walked into Albert, reached out to hold his hand, and said, "The Count of Monte Cristo, whose original name was Edmund Don Tyson, is your mother's fiancé, and you probably know, but do you know why your mother did not marry him?" ”

Albert looked at William, he vaguely guessed something, opened his mouth, and finally said what he had come up with, "It was my father who robbed my mother, right?" ”

"Yes, your father, snatched your mother, and on the day of their engagement, took him and threw him into prison," said William, looking at Albert's increasingly gloomy face, continued, "he came back this time for revenge. ”

Albert did not speak, he stood silently, his eyes drooping, his long eyelashes forming a shadow under his eyes, obscuring his expression.

The Count of Monte Cristo looked sideways at Albert and did not explain, but looked at him quietly, still with a faint smile on his face, and still looked so noble, mature, and charming.

"Maybe that's fate."

Albert was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said, "Perhaps, I am paying for all my father's sins on his behalf." ”

As he spoke, Albert looked at the Count of Monte Cristo, and his eyes lost their former splendor and became a little dark.

"You didn't hide it from me," Albert smiled suddenly, his eyes filled with water at some point, and he looked at the Count of Monte Cristo, his voice a little choked, "you told me about it, but I foolishly thought it had nothing to do with me, I, I······ I was so stupid. ”

"Albert," William stepped forward, trying to reach out and hug him and give him strength, but Albert refused.

"I'm fine, William, maybe like you said, I'm too well protected······ I want to be still. ”

Albert said, smiling grimly at William, and ran out of the flower room.

"Albert!"

William tried to chase after him, but was stopped by the Count of Monte Cristo.

"Don't go, he needs to figure it out for himself."

The Count of Monte Cristo's face flashed with concern, and he looked for a long time in the direction Albert had left before continuing, "I did not want to deceive him, nor did I want to hurt his heart. ”

"But you still hurt his heart."

William said, standing side by side with the Count of Monte Cristo, looking in the direction Albert had left, and said, "Well, at least, he will not be kept in the dark, or he will be very sad in the end." ”

"What exactly do you think?"

After William finished speaking, he looked at the Count of Monte Cristo and asked.

"I don't hate Albert."

The Count of Monte Cristo said, stepping out of the flower room, every inch of his steps seemed to have been measured with a ruler, but his speed was a little faster than usual.

Seeing this, William smiled knowingly, he sat on the sofa under the wisteria, sniffing the faint fragrance of flowers on the tip of his nose, and somehow, William felt a little sleepy.

Lying on the sofa, full of wisteria flowers, William yawned and slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it was, when he was half asleep, William seemed to be called out to him, and that person's voice was like a wisp of wind blowing into his heart, making him uncontrollable joy.

"Are you still studying today?"

The man seemed to touch his head, and his tone was doting, "What a sensible and good boy." ”

William could clearly feel what he was saying, but he couldn't hear it clearly, which made him a little anxious, he wanted to run to the man, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't run to the man's side.

"I'm sorry, I can't be with you anymore."

There was a touch of sadness in the man's voice, and William tried to see it, it was a pair of black eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, which made people can't help but indulge.

Why can't you stay with me in the future?

William wanted to ask, but he couldn't say a word, he struggled to grab the man's clothes, and when he was about to look at him in surprise, he heard the old butler Andris call out to him in surprise, "Young Master Stoker, Young Master Stoker?" ”

William opened his eyes and saw his hands clutching the clothes of the old butler Andris.

"Mr. Andris," William gave him a confused look, then suddenly came back to his senses and loosened his grip on his clothes, "I'm sorry, I had a dream. ”

"It looks like a sad dream."

The old butler Andris had a loving look on his serious face, and he looked at William and said.

"Sad dreams?" William was stunned, "Maybe, I don't remember what my dream was. ”

"That's a shame."

"I heard from the servant that you are asleep, so I want to cover you with a blanket, and although the temperature in the flower room is very high, there must be a blanket to cover it." ”

"Thanks," William said with a smile, and asked again, "what time is it?" ”

"It's almost there."

The old butler Andris took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said solemnly, "Master Stoke, let's sleep for a while." ”

"Where's Albert?"

William then remembered that he had come for Albert, but he didn't expect to fall asleep.

"Master Albert has already fallen asleep," said the old butler Andris, "and he wanted to call you back to your room, but seeing that you were sleeping deeply, he did not wake you up. ”

Hearing the news that Albert had fallen asleep, William breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I'll sleep a little longer, and call me at eight o'clock."

William said goodnight to the old butler Andris, and lay down again.

The old butler Andris looked at William and closed his eyes again, smiled, he walked out of the flower room step by step, the shadows under the light began to change various appearances, and when he came out of the flower room, he did not return to the room, but walked along the stone path in the garden all the way to the remote corner, and stopped.

"It looks like he doesn't know the man's whereabouts."

The old butler Andris's eyes were a little stunned at this time, and he looked at the empty corner and said to himself, "Are we going to continue to think of a way?" ”

"Rustle".

In the dark corner, the shadows of the trees began to sway back and forth, making a small sound, "He will not leave him, you must continue to monitor him, and you must find the 'Elector Emperor'." ”

"I see."

After the old butler Andris had finished speaking, he stood there silently, motionless, and after a while, his eyes were clear again.

"Hey, why am I here?"