What would our father's and mother's expressions look upon if they knew that one of their two sons, one of whom had high hopes for him, had fallen in love with an orphan and the other had become interested in a maid?

If we can correctly estimate the limits of the flexibility of these unparalleled parents in advance, will we be more thoughtful and less arrogant before things that are still under control get out of hand?

If I could see the future without a crystal ball, would I still say in my heart that "I hope to parade with you in the streets" is so literary and irresponsible?

Because there is no if, there is sorrow everywhere.

The world doesn't allow you to have illusions, just like "ifs" can only be lip service.

****

In fact, Spike knows that he can be rebellious, but he can't be blatant. But it was this "just" that he completely became a defeated subordinate of his younger brother Francis.

Father and mother have been away from town for a while, apparently for academic exchanges, but Spike is neither interested in inquiring or delving into it, because he has more troubles at the moment.

Anesthesia is a hurdle for myself, which is a dilemma that only I know at the beginning.

Even stricter than the previous "trembling when pushing the needle" development is even more severe, and now Spike can't even get the needle in.

Looking sadly at the date of the return of the two masters marked on the desk calendar, which is getting closer and closer to him, Spike sighs like a bitter melon.

He just didn't understand that he could recite the deep concept of anesthesia well. It can also be like this, "anesthesia is a kind of reversible functional inhibition of the central nervous system and (or) peripheral nervous system produced by drugs or other methods, and the main characteristics of this inhibition are the loss of sensation, especially pain", which is condensed into a general concept that is easy for the public to understand.

Anticipating that his father would come back to the house to see the fruits of his noble and great education, Spike's eyes darkened.

He had never been so impatient, and even went so far as to vent his anger - his fist slammed down on the table, the books that had been furnished for three days bounced up and fell with gravity because of the insignificant external force, and the little act he was forced to do suddenly seemed like a glaring ambiguity in front of the eyes of the angry man, so Spike took the initiative and drained his mind and began to tear up the precious collector's edition with 800 pages.

It's so exciting. Because it is possible to disobey the number of rites like this. Spike doesn't notice that the corners of his mouth are irreversibly curling, just as he doesn't realize that the door to his room has been pushed open.

Tearing off the last page, Spike dangled the crusty cover with only the empty shell and leaned comfortably back in his chair. Only then did I feel the sight coming from a certain direction. Turn your head to look. Sure enough, it's the fat woman who has appeared very frequently recently.

"Yo!" With the taste of ruffian and a wicked smile, Spike at this moment is really very big and young master, and that charming skin really confirms his unshakable "first in ten thousand years" and "leader...... The substantiality of the status of the various titles.

Not going to look away. Spike just stares at the fat woman.

This fat woman was too close to himself for a while, which really made him dare not define the transformation of this fat woman.

Resolutely discard self-justification, and want to see your reaction when you meet me like this.

However, in the midst of all the surprises of her position, the fat woman didn't say a word, she walked up to Spike, picked up all the pieces of paper scattered on the ground, and put them together, then took the crusty cover from her bewildered young master, and turned around to walk out.

"Hey!" Spike is in a hurry because he doesn't even get it.

"The book was sentenced to death."

A back, the fat woman did not look back, but left a somewhat pretended heroic tail note.

He never saw the book again.

Afterwards, he pretended to ask the fat woman casually, only to receive a domineering declaration, "Who made it angry with the young master!" ”

****

After several days of masochistic practice, Spike still fails to get the needle, and when he hears the butler say after school that his father has returned, Spike runs towards his bedroom.

The fat woman was very obedient and quietly followed him, and after many educations, she would no longer shout "Young Master" to summon everyone's attention as she did before.

When I entered the room, the atmosphere was a little funny.

I saw that the young master Montgomery was holding his back against the door, his schoolbag was loosely crooked to the side, and standing next to him was his personal maid, who looked too serious and strict with her hands against the door, exaggerated as if she was defending against the monster outside the door and wanted to break in, but in fact, there was nothing outside.

"Young Master." The woman whispered as she gasped, speaking a bit like a joint code, and her chubby face flushed with a little movement.

"What?" Spike gasps as well, and although his face is not very good-looking, the two of them still keep moving for some reason.

"Why run?"

"You don't even know why you're still running with me!" Spike's eyes widen, and a hand hits the fat woman's head in a nonsensical gesture of speechlessness.

"Because you are my young master, I can't question you!"

"You haven't asked too much lately!" Another punch.

Spike wants to roll his eyes, this fat woman has been a little too big and too small lately, and her ability to play a scoundrel is so superb that people are stunned, why didn't she find out that she still has this side before!

remembered his previous prank of trying to test women, and although it was unclear after that incident, he still chose to laugh it off, feeling that the reasons for those contradictions were understandable. It is enough to know the weakness of women.

"Alright." Spike straightened up, let his bag fall to his feet, and shuffled slowly to the closet, "I'm going to my father's study, you can go out first!" ”

"Young ......" sees Spike open the closet and take out the clothes he wore at home hanging inside, and the fat woman stops talking and leaves.

After tidying up the edges and corners in front of the mirror and looking perfect, Spike pushes the door open and walks out of the room.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he met the fat woman's eyes, Spike frowned, he should have opened his mouth to break her up, but there was a voice inside him who didn't want to go alone. So he blurted out a deliberately quiet and impassive. "Come with me!"

I walked through the hallway, down a staircase, and walked to the left for a while, thinking that I was about to arrive. But he didn't expect to see the sluggish figure of his brother Francis in front of his father's study from a distance.

"Hey, long time no see."

"How are you doing?"

"Are you going in?"

"How do you wipe the doorknob here?"

“……”

Pondering how to say a good hello for a long time. The next second, I saw my brother running away in despair. At the same time, a crumpled paper ball was dropped.

Spike walks over and picks it up, opens it and looks at it, only to find that it is a chemistry paper that has just passed, and his brother's name is written in the name column. This guy passed the exam this time!

He couldn't help but sigh, remembering that he was still a perfect score as usual, and Spike was not too proud.

There was a "creak", and the door to the study was suddenly opened in front of Spike's eyes, and two faces with similar similarities came to a head-on "meeting" for no reason.

"Father! Mother! ”

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard that my father and mother have returned, so I came to ...... father and mother."

"We have one more party to attend."

"Oh, yes."

With his head down and respectfully watching the two adults leave, Spike breathes a sigh of relief, it's okay for me.

It's just that he didn't notice that his mother glanced at the fat woman standing behind him.

****

That's it, his father never asks about the progress of his anesthesia training, and Spike can't believe that his father forgot to do this, so he has no basis to assume that this loophole is his father's trust in him.

Reversing his mood and picking up, Spike accepts this rare gift, the only time he allows himself to lose his temper, so he fights even harder, but at this time, his brother Francis's intelligence finally explodes.

All that reverses the past is a bed, a hospital bed, and a "whimsy" that Spike remembers when the brothers were young, but was ridiculed by the older brother for being childish.

- "Hey, brother, I want to invent a bed that is comfortable no matter how you sleep in it." ”

"Poof...... Daydreaming is good to do once in a while. ”

And now it's happening, as if laughing at his once dismissiveness.

Even if he still has fame and fortune, it is useless, and Spike is disappointed because he lost to his brother.

Decadent in the room, Spike hadn't combed his hair in three days, and he felt lost, and when he looked around and his neck was starting to ache, he realized that the fat woman hadn't been there for three days.

I needed her, I wanted to see her chubby body and fleshy face.

If you pinch it, it seems to drip milk, white and soft.

Staggering out of bed, his stomach already hungry, Spike didn't have the time to think about why no one had come to him these days, not even the usual nagging butler didn't show up, and at this moment he wanted to meet someone, his maid, the fat woman.

Unable to exert his legs, Spike has just put on his shoes when he hears a knock on the door.

"Young master, the master asked you to go to the real yàn room."

"Now?"

"Yes."

Luckless, Spike takes care of himself a little and leaves the bedroom and runs towards his room.

Until now, my memory of that period is still very vague.

Pushing open the door of the real yàn room, behind my father stood the fat woman who had wanted to find the guilty person afterwards.

The book that was suddenly thrown in front of him was clean between the lines of the spread out, and only the blank space next to it had something like a ghost drawing to announce the reader's distraction.

He heard his father say that he was now going to be tested for anesthesia.

He heard his father say that the object of anesthesia was no longer an animal.

He saw his father point to the third person in the room, and said that this time it was her.

So, somehow, in the alternation of blur and clarity, Spike picked up the needle on the table and stabbed it in the neck of Montgomery's current boss. (To be continued......)