The ingot spun around, but it didn't leave the confines of the Gold Coast, and it ended up in the hands of a little boy. At this time, he was throwing the iron and walking deeper into the house.

Before the summer, the courtyard was already covered with greenery. Garcia Vynn is still rocking on the recliner under the pergola, just as he did half a year ago. The huge mansion looked empty, as if it were just the two of them, but it was clean.

The boy walked straight all the way with his little short legs, but the speed was not slow. When he saw that the old man was idle, his face was pulled down. In the past six months, Master Vane has become more and more lazy, spending most of his time in the courtyard, everything such as food, clothing, housing and transportation will only be sent outside the mansion, and everything needs to be done by him. Although it is not difficult, the daily trivial troubles gradually accumulate into resentment against the master.

"Well, for you."

The childish voice threw the metal ingot at Vane as he spoke. Vane raised his arm to catch it steadily, it was a natural reaction from his body, and after a few seconds, consciousness returned to his body, and he rubbed his rough palm against what was in his hand, shaking it gently.

"Where did this thing come from?" Vane asked.

The boy tilted his head, thought for a moment, and replied, "An old man." ”

"Which old man? Deliver food or clothes? ”

"Hmm...... The one that sent the house. ”

The rocking chair was about to swing backwards when it suddenly came to a standstill.

"He must have brought something else to the table."

The boy ignored Vane's sudden seriousness, turned his face and left.

Vane was stunned, the rocking chair resumed shaking, his expression was a little helpless, and his voice softened.

"Hey, little one, this matter is a little important to the master, can you tell me?"

When the boy heard this, he stood on his feet and said slowly, "I want to take a vacation." ”

This time, Vane was really stunned, and he didn't understand the words at all. Before he could think clearly, the boy suddenly turned around, and ran up to him, pointing at his nose and shouting:

"I'm going to take a vacation, I'm going to take a vacation, I'm going to take a vacation! You devil, you abuse child labor, how old am I, let me do this and that, laundry, cooking, cleaning the house, I can't finish my work, I can't eat enough, I don't have any money to get! I'm going on vacation! ”

Vane couldn't remember the last time he was scolded like this, so his expression was genuinely stunned. The boy's complaints continued on and on, and it took a long time before he stopped. He said weakly: "But don't you have magic, all the work will not add up to more than an hour, and besides, you eat more than me, what do you want to do with wages or something, and tell outsiders what you want." ”

"Ahh I don't care, I'm going to take a vacation! At least two ...... No, five days! Otherwise, I'll strike! Hum! ”

The little boy was born with a pink carving, and the appearance of crossing his legs and holding his arms is also very cute. Vane smiled bitterly, the child is bored.

"Okay, give you five days off, let the old man take you out to play, I'll cover all the expenses, okay?"

"Humph! That's pretty much it. The old man who delivered the house said two words, The Hague, the sea of the sea, and the teeth of the teeth. What do you mean by this, how can the sea have teeth, is the old man wrong, or the word is too weird...... Hey, are you listening, it's really these two words, you promised me five days, don't cheat, I don't care! ”

……

After calming the child for a moment, Vane found a moment of peace, and he rarely moved out of the old chaise longue in the early afternoon and into the study. In the six months he has lived here, he has rarely set foot here. Similar to the style of this house, the study room is also very spacious, with nine bookshelves in rows, and the collection of books is rich. But the owner of the study was not a good reader, and even the boy occasionally came to read a famous anecdote as a storybook, but he never turned a blind eye.

Close all doors and windows, and there will still be plenty of light. Vane sat in silence for a moment, then moved, his hands spread as if holding a ball in his grip, and the metal block was floating in it. Ten seconds later, cracks appeared in the metal that had been tightly knit, and some blue light came through. The cracks increased, and the metal pieces were cut into countless pieces, and then began to rotate like an automatic Rubik's Cube. It turned faster and faster, and it didn't take long for it to become indistinguishable to the naked eye. Then, when all the tiny squares are separated, what is contained is finally revealed.

It was a round ball, as if it had no substance, emitting a brilliant blue light, not the blue of the sky, not the depth of the ocean, not the cold of starlight, it was a pure blue that seemed to be non-existent. All the light was locked between Vane's hands, and there was not the slightest leak. And this blue light is not static, but breathes like life, flickering and dimming.

Vane stared at the ball of light in his palm, his eyes rendered in this illusory color. There was something unusual in his expression, and it was a complex emotion that was difficult to decipher. Remembrance or expectation, hesitation or firmness, all bring a little difference under this faint blue. After a long time, his palm changed again, completely reversed, and the tiny fragments scattered in the surrounding space reattached to the light clusters, and finally turned into an ordinary appearance, lying quietly in Vane's hands.

"Unknowingly, has it been so long?" Vane muttered to himself.

……

The sunlight moved from the desk to the corner of the wall, and finally disappeared into the study, until night fell. For a moment, the study was plunged into absolute darkness, until when the starlight shone again, Vane was gone.