Some rough but very white hands groped by the door, and seemed to be unable to find a fulcrum to go down. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His father reminded him: "The handle is on the inside of the hatch. ”

The hand retracted. After a while, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy showed his head and cautiously came to the ground with the help of people.

It seems a little inappropriate to say that he is a teenager. He was very tall, and his physique was already indistinguishable from that of an adult. Coupled with the vicissitudes and maturity of a poor child's early master, it makes him even less like a teenager. But the pheasant's face showed that he was not old enough to be on his own.

Like the second person who came down, he didn't wear a helmet. But unlike Roy and the other male, he seemed to be seasick, and his mental state was clearly not very good, wilting. When he came down, he moved a little heavily, and the smoke and dust, which had been basically calm, were splashed up a little, choking him a little bit.

This gorgeous court was in chaos at the moment, and all the immortals stood in a heap. But at this moment, all that echoed in the building was his gentle cough, and even a little echo.

The silence made him feel a little weird to himself, so he raised his head and looked around blankly.

The people were even more stunned and speechless.

First of all, this young man is dressed very simply, obviously doing rough work to live a life. The winds and frosts of life also left marks on his face and hands. However, from another point of view, his appearance is actually extremely handsome and delicate, his black hair curved like seaweed is dreamlike, and he even has a hint of aristocratic melancholy when he laughs. The contrast between the two was so strong that it was impossible to take your eyes off him, as if only by figuring out who he really was, it would be free.

And most importantly, what does he look like with Diana? Refebble is strikingly similar. Suffice it to say, change his gender from male to female, and subtract Diana's age from thirty, and they are one person.

"You...... Who is it. ”

Diana? Lefebble muttered.

He heard it. The bright and moist eyes like black jade searched for a while, found the person who asked him, and smiled a little shyly: "...... My name is Dog Leftover. ”

…… What a succulent name.

People's expressions are inevitably a little distorted.

Roy, who was standing on the side, touched his nose through his helmet. She reacted when she first heard the name. I thought that the name of the intelligence officer in my previous life was big enough to be different from his image, but I didn't expect that when he was young, his name was even more ...... Rustic.

But luckily he wasn't called Tom from the beginning. Otherwise, if you are found in advance, you really can't say if you can survive to this day.

Diana? Lefebble stumbled towards the teenager who called himself the dog leftover.

The servant was stunned for half a beat, and hurriedly took two quick steps to support her, but she threw her away.

Kane and the others made way for her, and her father pulled Roy out of the way temporarily, and the bailiffs didn't dare to approach. In this way, she sleepwalked in front of the boy, stretched out her fingers, and slowly approached the boy's face.

The boy was puzzled and wanted to hide, but as if out of natural kindness, he still stood there, letting the tearful lady touch his face.

Suddenly, she pinched the boy's face. The boy was in pain, and was pushed away by her without waiting to shout.

"It's not! You're not! ”

Diana? Lefebler cried hysterically, and suddenly pounced again, grabbed the boy by the collar, and lifted the boy, who was a little taller than her, to the tiptoe: "Say! Who are you! Who is it!! ”

“…… I'm a dog. ”

The boy was obviously confused, and only knew how to say this sentence. However, even with the red marks on his face, he didn't seem to have a trace of dissatisfaction, just pure confusion. He even raised his hand to comfort the weeping woman, only to hesitate because the other party was clearly higher than him.

Before he mustered up the courage to comfort the other party, Diana? Lefebble suddenly fell to him, buried himself in his arms, and beat his chest while crying loudly.

The boy was completely stunned and looked at Roy for help.

Roy tried to take off his helmet, but was stopped by his father. The surrounding bailiffs and military electromagnetic vehicles did not lay down their arms. Who can guarantee that there is no guy here who wants to shoot Roy in the head, and he will be a hundred good.

In place of his daughter, the father said aloud: "This teenager was found by us at the Castle Peak Cemetery in Dila Xing. Eighteen years ago, Lily? Doris gave birth to a baby boy, and that night, the cry of the child could be heard at the Lefebble mansion. What happened is unknown to outsiders, but I am sure that Madame must remember the night vividly. ”

Diana didn't say anything, still weeping bitterly in the boy's arms.

But her father and Roy and others believed that she heard it.

Women are slow to give birth. But it only took Diana two or three hours to give birth to her son. Diana may not be the one who knows best, but she must be the one who feels it firsthand.

After giving birth, my wife quickly fell into a coma because of fatigue. When I woke up the next day, I saw the healthy child lying in the stroller, and my chest was immediately filled with mother's love. For more than a decade after that, the lady regarded the child as a treasure. That was Madame's only child, the only hope. On the other hand, Lily? The so-called baby boy born to Doris was stillborn, and even a mouthful of milk from his mother was wrapped in rags and thrown into the trash. ”

Luo Xiu said in a deep voice, telling this story. "Later, Madame's children grew up. Because his father was not around, he loved his mother with all his heart and was very close to her. And he looked very similar to his father, so no one saw the problem. The only thing that is confusing is probably the child's style. He seems to be particularly fond of the mixed environment, hanging out with street thugs, as if he was born to be one of them. And even if his mother had brought him the best teachers, the careful teaching that he had been teaching since the day he could walk did not seem to have left a single mark on him, as if he was not born to be in the same world as his parents. But how is this possible? ”

Diana? Lefeble's cries grew quieter.

She sobbed twice, raised her head, stared at the young man's shy face, and asked again, "Who are you?" ”

This time it is clear that there is no more to answer the dog.

The boy thought for a moment: "...... I was an orphan who was picked up by a grave keeper as a child and grew up in a cemetery. Now I'm also doing grave watching. Castle Peak Cemetery is my home. (To be continued.) )