Chapter 132: The Garden (9)

Bao'er returned to her room with the chlorine-smelling pool water.

Douglas's surname made it easy for the fifteen-year-old boy to occupy a suite by himself, for example, that he could occupy a suite by himself, which was specially adapted, and the room was small, but more than enough for a student—it also had a small hall and a separate bathroom, and the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows faced a tributary of the Rio Grande, and a leafy linden tree next to it, and every autumn its verdant, wavy round crown produced numerous oblate globular fruits with purple spots. It tastes sour and crisp, with a little bitterness, sweet aftertaste, and the most wonderful thing is that they ripen in ** month, but they can hang on the branches until February and March of the second year, and then pick them again, just as fresh and refreshing.

Blue Water Manor—the place where he spent his entire childhood, there was also a huge linden tree directly behind the fortress-like dark mansion, it was several times older than its counterparts in Grande, and countless gray aerial roots hung down from the canopy, like an old man's beard, and the canopy covered the surrounding land for hundreds of feet, and every morning the water secreted by the leaves dripped from the tips of the slender leaves like a dragonfly's tail, and dripped, wetting little Douglas's face and body, and he thought to himself that it was a sad tree— It cries all the time.

One day, when he said the idea, the mother laughed contemptuously, and the father was furious, because he did not expect his son to be so "without common sense". The punishment he received for this was not so clear that Bao'er remembered, but the original thought was as shallow as a brand engraved in his memory.

A heartbroken tree.

He didn't notice that he had been in the dark hall for a long time, his body cold as the wind dried his clothes through the room.

Without turning on the light, Boa went straight into the bathroom, opened the bottle of dried lavender, geranium, and sea salt, and poured nearly a third of it into the white porcelain bathtub. When he put the bottle back, he turned on the faucet, mixed cold water and hot water and rushed into the bathtub, with a loud noise, he took off his clothes, stepped on them under his feet, he climbed into the bathtub, and stroked himself in the dark, from his hair, face to his neck, shoulders, and there was a small pit that was dented where his neck and shoulders connected. Boale rubbed it over and over again, and he remembered that Miss Marcia's spot had a dark spot with thin tooth marks. I didn't have that at the end of training tonight.

Who kissed her, and who left such a vivid mark on her body? Boa couldn't think of it, he liked Marcia, he loved Marcia, in his eyes. Marcia is beautiful and majestic, flawless, but he also knows from girls and boys what others think of Marcia – they think she is too athletic, too proud, lacks feminine features, and some suspect that she is gay. Others insisted that she must be a cold-hearted person, and Boa snickered at it more than once, glad that no one had discovered Marcia's preciousness. He wasn't interested in the gem hidden in a black one-piece swimsuit until he was older, and he had plenty of time to make arrangements about Marcia and his future.

As Miss Marcia crouched down, he saw at a glance the mark that only a passionate sucking could make, and for a moment his heart was stirred.

He reached out and hugged her head. He smelled a familiar scent, a very expensive perfume. Flower hyacinth and irises, as a prelude to temptation, the middle notes are musk and ambergris, which stimulate human **, a little mint and ice chips to control this wildness Don't accidentally overdo it, and the end is jasmine and forget-me-not, the afterglow after the fun, gentle and long.

His mother wore the perfume every time she went out for a tryst with her lover.

Who discovered Marcia, who stole her under his nose?

Boa hunched her back and cried in the bathtub.

***

After the exams, the course was still intense, Beelzebub joined the "Bible Choir" on the recommendation of Sasha, thanks to the Blessed Virgin Mary, who was no stranger to chants and choral singing, the people of Poseidon Island, especially the women, were devout believers, and they always kept their prayers with them, and the men, when they made a deal or caught a big fish, also recited a verse of the Divine Prayer or the Blessed Virgin Mary - although whether it was music or singing, Beelzebub was not interested and had no talent, but Sasha. Hopkins argues that the above two points are irrelevant, and that little Bisandi's enthusiasm can make up for all the shortcomings — for the sake of the application.

Most importantly, Beelzebub may not be able to sleep during ramlash practice, but he will certainly be able to chant hymns aloud during defensive practice and running.

"Where are we going?" Beelzebub asked, saying that on Saturday they only had classes until 12 p.m., and that the rest of the day, along with the whole Sunday, belonged to the students—they were free to arrange the rest of the day, except for the necessary club activities and training.

"I applied, and Mr. Xenek agreed," said Sasha, "and we went for a walk around the town together." ”

About five miles from the Grande Boarding School is a small town closely related to the Grande, inhabited by almost all the descendants of the artisans and local residents who founded the Grande Abbey (school), many of whom still treasure a silver coin or two from hundreds of years ago as a reward for their ancestors.

The town has a supermarket, a post office, a cinema, a discotheque and a café, and a small bar.

Students who perform well are allowed (and rewarded by the school as a reward) to leave the school, and on a sunny weekend, they can enjoy the colourful and lively outside life by returning to their dormitories by 10pm. They can bring back as follows: less than a pound of chocolate or preserves, less than half a dozen non-alcoholic beverages, three books that are not pornographic or violent, or three equally clean DVDs, and female students can bring home a combination of makeup, perfume under 10 ounces, and two bottles of nail polish.

"I miss chocolate."

"There are a lot of them in the school shop."

"Not the brand I like." Beelzebub struggled to put on his shoes, his feet were as wide and flat as the other children on Poseidon Island, suitable for walking barefoot, Greek leather sandals or running shoes, but the Grand Boarding School had a dress code (except for extracurricular activities and training) - a white shirt, black trousers, a gray wool vest in the spring and autumn, a black coat and coat in the winter, a cobalt blue, olive green or rose red tie on the first day of school, school anniversaries and festivals, and a three-piece formal dress for celebrations and dances. Girls had to wear small dresses - boys' shoes were limited to black, calfskin, shiny, and the most annoying thing for Beelzebub was that they had to be laceped.

His feet were not as slender as Sasha did, and he had to wrestle with his shoes for more than three minutes before he could tuck them in—each lace had to be loosened and then tightened one by one.

The school has arranged a shuttle bus for students who want to go to the town, the car is parked in a specially opened parking lot in the town, and a teacher waits in the car with the driver, so that if the student has an accident in the town, he can find someone at any time.

Beelzebub jumped out of the car with Sasha, who was supposed to be his first time here, but his performance showed that he was very familiar with the place, and he did not hesitate to lead Beelzebub into the winding alley.

The view at the end of the alley was familiar to Beelzebub for no reason, and he was pleasantly surprised by the sight of black stones and wheels, and then the people who came out of it surprised him.

"Little Amp!"

"Beelzebub, Sasha!"

In less than half a year, little Amp, who had always been running after them and was as thin as a chicken, had also changed a lot, he had grown taller and stronger, his skin was still dark, but much smoother, he looked at Beelzebub and Sasha in amazement, and shook his head gently in disbelief: "Oh, Madonna," he said, "what do I see?" I can't believe it, Hopkins just forget it, he's always been a little white face, but Beelzebub, what's wrong with you? I thought I saw that star, but I should have asked you to sign it. ”

Beelzebub punched him, the so-called "star" on Poseidon Island, like the "doctor", really did not have a good reputation, and the mob thought that only sissy men would twist their butts and flatter at the audience on the screen, and live by their faces and bodies like women.

Amp pressed his stomach and bent down to take a breath, "...... Well, Chief," he said humbly, "you have succeeded in awakening my memory. Then he saw Hopkins smile at him. The smile sent chills down his face: "I apologize, Hopkins," he said sincerely, "well, I don't think I need any more reminders." ”

"Next time." Sasha said, "I'll remember first, it's okay, my memory has always been good. ”

Amp suddenly grimaced.

"Everything I need is ready?"

"Of course." Anchor said, gesturing for the two to follow him. "Some of them weren't so easy, but I got them."

"Got what?"

"Some poisonous herbs." Sasha. Hopkins said with an unchanging face: "Chegalle. Beelzebub, the work entrusted to me by Bissandi, must not happen again, and we must make up for this omission. ”

Beelzebub stopped, his throat dry: "Does he know?" ”

"Fathers are always worried about their sons." Amp said, "Do you think 'Don' and the doctor are really throwing you here and not caring about anything?" The house was bought six months ago. ”

“…… That one...... What's the deal with herbs? ”

"It's nothing, Beelzebub, you should have been trained to distinguish between narcotics, addictive drugs, and forbidden drugs," Sasha said, "It's just an extra training, it's not that hard, as long as your tongue is sensitive enough," he tilted his head, "for the time being, the most common plants are the most common, they all taste very special - once you try it, you will never forget it." ”

(To be continued)

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