The happiest moment of Jill's life finally came, and in those years, the elder Pianwen cleaned up a corner of the house and built a bed for Jill; Noord's mother took the trouble to measure his son's height, shoulder-width and clothes; His younger siblings clearly showed an interest in chemistry, but yawned over physics.

My father was so fond of playing with Jill that he would go to his house every day and spend the day visiting his wet nurse. After her relationship with her mother improved, Jill completely opened her arms to her father. Father has always had this ability, and he knows who is good for him.

Unlike Jill's younger siblings, his father was not even interested in chemistry. He always held the sword that Jill's mother had given him, and Jill's mother was happy to tell him how to throw a stick with precision and power. When her father's stick was able to knock down a stake standing dozens of paces away, the Nord woman screamed "Skar" in the Beihai dialect that no one understood, and Jill's mother said that it meant warrior, and of course, it also meant "wine bowl". At this time, Jill would lean against the door frame with a smile and watch, Jill's father, and the elder Pianwen looked at his father worriedly.

This calm lasted for 4 years, when my father was 16 years old; Jill is 20 years old.

Now when Jill and the old butler go to town, he is in charge of the car, and the old butler curls up in the car and sleeps in the sun. The butler intentionally or unintentionally gave the job to Jill to do, and everyone knew this purpose. In the city, it also became Jill buy a bowl of boiled mutton soup for the butler, and then the butler sat in the butcher's house and waited for Jill to buy everything and send it back, and then slept in the car all the way back to the castle.

Jill once said to the butler the question in his heart: "Is the most important thing in the valley really the lord's family?" The butler looked at Jill and went back to sleep. The conversation was interrupted.

One autumn afternoon, Jill went to the city with his butler to pick up the goods and returned in a mule cart. The mule had a vague look like the lame horse it had been a few years ago, and walked slowly, because it was too old.

The path from the brook into the valley had been leveled by my grandfather, and the slope was so gentle that the mule could go on unhurriedly. They walked through orchards and wheat fields---- which were deserted woods when my grandfather first arrived. Until they cross a stone bridge, they can go back to the manor.

Many years ago, my grandfather walked by on a lame horse, and Sumi was playing barefoot on the ground.

Father had been waiting here for a long time, and he knew that Jill and the old butler were back to-day, so he hid in the woods and prepared to scare the young and old couple for once.

As the mule cart approached, my father let out a rabbit and rushed out screaming. The rabbit scurried between the mule's legs, and the mule was so frightened that he looked left and right under the hooves, and then the grandfather came out screaming, and the mule was so frightened that he ran to the left, and ran for his life.

The wheels of the mule cart got stuck on the stones, and the whole cart lost its balance and overturned under the hard pull of the mule. The reins were pulled away by the mule, and it ran desperately along the river beach upstream.

The father was dumbfounded; Jill was thrown under the bridge and shouted at his father's name; The most terrible was the old butler, who was crushed under the car and the leather on it in his sleep.

Jill broke her leg and had a cut in her hand and face cut by stones. He got up, went around the stone bridge from the side, and saw the butler's exposed legs, and a pool of blood slowly flowed out.

Jill and her father stood by, overwhelmed. At this time, the voice of the Nord woman came from afar: "Young Master, are you there?" Came back for dinner. ”

That night, his grandfather turned pale and scolded the two young men standing in front of him, "What's the matter? ”

Jill's face was calm, and his father was trembling.

Jill stood up and said, "Sir, I didn't drive the car, I killed the butler." ”

Sumi was resting on her bed. In the evening, news came that the housekeeper's father had died on the river beach for unknown reasons. There were only two people on the scene, Jill and Arcadio second. This sad moment, Arcadio is second again. That kid... Will it really drive away everyone who loves his mother.

At this time, the door opened, and the grandfather walked in, walked to the bedside, and kissed Sumi's face gently.

"The poor old man went. Jill said the mule was frightened while he was driving, and it was an accident. ”

Sumi said softly, "I heard that Arcadio is the second present. ”

Grandfather had already sensed his father's fear when he was downstairs just now, and he didn't want to think about the superfluous story. He tried to convince himself that the old mule had been frightened and had overturned the cart, causing tragedy.

"Dear Sumi, Jill said it herself."

Su Mi trembled: "The housekeeper has been here in the afternoon·····"

There was a chill on his grandfather's body, and he touched Sumi's forehead, there was no fever, only sticky sweat.

"The housekeeper died on the riverbank."

"I don't know, but in the afternoon I heard the butler talking. When I opened my eyes, the butler was sitting in a vague chair by the wall. I opened my eyes and saw him, and he did not salute as before. He just talked to me ... His voice was empty, and he kept talking to me. I couldn't move up and down, I couldn't move. I listened to him speak alone, as if there were many people talking. He kept repeating a phrase. ”

"Say what?"

"Let Arcadio go second."

The grandfather didn't know exactly what Sumi saw, but he said, "I can't get rid of my son." ”

Sumi was exhausted, and she missed the days leading up to her wedding, and for seven years she had embraced the man who had broken into her life, and who had brought prosperity and hope to the valley. And the son who came after him brought only disaster, a series of disasters.

She had long heard that this kid would ruin the valley. She had to let the kid go. She knows that time can't go back to the past, she just tries to change the present and make life look more like the old days. Grandfather told her to have a good rest.

The next morning, the grandfather woke up, while Sumi was looking at him with his eyes open. Su Mi said softly: "The housekeeper is here again, wearing a bloody coat, and he said that my mother is good to me." ”

Grandfather took Sumi in his arms, Sumi fell asleep again, Sumi was by her grandfather's side, and she was always the little girl who had no reservations and absolute trust in him.

After confirming that Sumi was asleep, her grandfather quietly got out of bed and went out to attend the funeral of the housekeeper. He asked Jill to scoop the best Suno oil from the warehouse and light the lantern. Twelve years ago, on a rainy morning, Jill lit a lantern lit by Rhodok oil for an old lady with Rhodok. Time flies, and the man who ran the funeral is now lying in the coffin, and Jill is the same size as his grandfather.

After Jill lit the lamps, his grandfather asked Jill to give the oil jug to his father, who was responsible for relighting the lamps until the evening. The father was pale, pale from beginning to end. He carefully poured the oil into each cup, praying that nothing would go wrong.

At this time, a gust of wind formed over the vast plains of Suno, and it swept over the fields, swept over the villages, and whistled over the valley. Brief but strong cyclones formed over the funeral site, and these cyclones created strong winds during the funeral, and all the people at the funeral involuntarily pressed their hats. For a while, dust and sand rose into the air, and when the dust landed, my father was stunned with an oil pot.

The ever-bright lights are all out.

Many years later, when my father returned to the valley, there were still some farmers who pointed fingers at him in private. There was no such thing in the entire Suno Plain, and the lamp that my father had filled with oil was extinguished at once. People said, "That's not Jill's fault, the old butler is saying: It's not Jill's fault." "People looked at the embarrassed father, and the grandfather couldn't even go to comfort his son.

The father held an oil pot and faced the whole world. Jill walked over and said, "Young Master, I'll help you." He poured oil into them and lit them up again, and the priest babbled words that no one would really hear, recalling the lives of the dead, and people went home in tears.

The sorrow of the death of the butler was not appreciated for a while, because people were so familiar with him that even some people forgot about his existence in their lives. This sorrow will emerge little by little in later life: every subtle change in life can evoke people's memories of the butler's life, which makes people remember the butler incomparably, and within three months, the butler has become a person worth remembering more than a saint.

It should be an honor that the old butler was buried in the lord's family cemetery. The old housekeeper had only one wife, who lived in seclusion, and at the funeral quietly received everyone's tribute and comfort, some even seeing her for the first time.

At this time, Jill was no better off than his father.

On the first afternoon, the Nord woman saw her father from a distance all the way down the riverbank, so she went out to find him back to the castle before dinner began in the afternoon. As he walked into the riverbank, he saw two stunned young men and the butler exposed, and, of course, the conspicuous puddle of blood.

From the accusations on Jill's face and her father's panicked expression, the Nord woman guessed what was happening. All the Nord women could do was tell the men to come and pull the housekeeper out.

When the bloody body of the butler was carried to the castle. The father followed the crowd away, and the Nord woman grabbed Jill and told him to go home and help her get something, and Jill obeyed. After two hours late, Jill arrived at the castle with his mother with a calm face.

While at home, the Nord woman sent a message to Jill: "Admit that you did this." This matter is too big a blow to the young master, but it has no effect on you. It's you who is driving, and it's normal to have an accident, but the young master gets involved, and he can't tell it. ”

Jill's mother also said a lot, including arranging how Jill would block the responsibility of the young master, and how to skillfully avoid the lord's inquiry.

As the Nord woman did all this, Jill looked at her quietly, as if the happy times of four years were just a beautiful illusion, and he felt like it was slowly falling. He was ready on the beach: to take responsibility. But his own decision and being asked by his mother are completely different in nature.

He suddenly interrupted the babbling Nord woman: "Mom, do you still love me?" The Nord woman obviously didn't understand the weight of her son's words, so she quickly changed the subject with some emotionless words like "Of course I love you".

Jill's heart has been bright and shrewd over the years. He had already understood his mother's heart. In his fragile and sensitive teenage years, he was extremely emotional and therefore extremely lost; Now, after rational thinking, he understands that he may not be able to be unreservedly loved by his mother for the rest of his life.

He had been thinking about this reality for a long time, but the official result still made him a little disappointed. However, years of study and training, and contact with all kinds of people during the period of going to the city, have given him the instinct not to be surprised everywhere.

He nodded, "Mom, I'll do it." ”

The Nord woman kissed him happily on the cheek, comforted him and said that the lord would never punish him, and said a lot. Jill didn't listen to a word.

That night, my grandfather's face turned pale, and he asked, "What the hell is going on?" Jill said, "It's my fault."

As it turned out, the lord did not blame him too much. The next day, he was summoned by the lord to deal with some details of the funeral. Including scooping enough oil from the castle's bountiful warehouses to send the poor old man away.

For many years to come, when Gil thought of his butler, he would remember the cherries under the walls of Suno, washed and shiny, faintly shining in the beige porcelain bowls, like the jewels in the crown of the emperors of Paraven.