Chapter 15 Chapter fifteen

The white clouds in the sky fluttered gently, the golden sunlight sprinkled all over the ground and swirled around, the breeze shuttled among the juniper bushes, and the grass swayed from side to side.Tipper made a tiny hiss, as if deliberately trying to show off his superiority.Bolai enjoyed the tranquility of the countryside to his heart's content, almost forgetting where he was. Suddenly, Tipper's head lifted slightly, which woke him up.At the same time, he heard a girl's voice, reciting like a poem: "Don't look back, don't move, close your eyes, and guess, who am I?"

There was a touch of Cockney in the voice, and a touch of affectation. Just like everyone who has been teased like this, Bolai certainly wouldn't follow the voice's instructions, and he turned his head quickly.Hiding in the tree was a girl of sixteen or seventeen, plump, with brown hair and a pair of blue eyes.These eyes are strange to say, they seem to be very active, but they seem to be sleepy. When these eyes saw Bo Lai, they almost jumped out. "Oops!" the girl almost screamed, "I thought you were Simon, but you're not." "I'm not Simon," Boley said, getting to his feet.

But before he could move, the girl jumped from the tree onto the grass behind him. "God, you startled me. Guess I know who you are. You're the brother who's been missing for years, aren't you? You must be, you look exactly like Simon. You can't be wrong." Bolai also said that he was. "You even wear the exact same horse outfit as Simon." Beau told her that the horse suit belonged to Simon, and asked, "You know Simon?" "Of course I do. I'm Sheila Basler, a boarder at Carlisle School." "Oh." It was the deserter school that Ailian mentioned, the school where no student was willing to recite the nine-nine multiplication table.

"I've been trying my best to have a relationship with Simon, and it's not easy." Bolai didn't know how to speak, but it seemed that she didn't need people's verbal encouragement. "At Carlisle House, I've always got to try to have some fun. You don't know how boring it is! You can't do this, you can't do that. Once I couldn't take it anymore, and I stripped off and went into the principal's office Go, guess what he said? God, this dude actually said, 'Have you ever thought you should lose some weight? , you have no place in carlisle. my father isn't in who's who, but he's a millionaire, and that's nice, isn't it?"

Bolai responded that there was nothing wrong. "I showed off my father's millions to Simon several times. You know, Simon has always attached great importance to investment and financial management, but he doesn't seem to be very interested in me. What a snob, don't you think?" "yes? " "do not you know? " "I just met him today." "Of course. You've just come back. I don't know too much about Simon. Now that you've come back and taken his property, maybe I'll have more chances with him. Wait and see. He's here a lot." , because this is his favorite place. He doesn't like the Tangbi area." Her chin twitched in the other direction of the valley.

"This is the easiest place to catch him alone. So when I saw the black horse, I thought it was him!" "I'm sorry." Bolai said modestly. She turned and looked at the ground. "I thought it would be bad if I seduced you?" "not good." "Is it because I'm not your type, or am I not what you want?" "I suppose it's not what I want?" "I think so, too," she agreed. "You're almost a monk. It's strange that you and Simon look so much alike, but have such a different temperament. Simon is definitely not a monk, as the Gates daughter can attest.I've been trying to be like the Gates daughter, but it's no use.She was as pretty as a peony, but Simon was fascinated. "

In fact, the girl in front of me is as beautiful as a peony flower.Looking at her moist lips, and the plump breasts under the button, Bolai thought. "Does Simon know you like him?" "Like him? I don't like him at all. I just want to have a relationship with him and have fun until I get out of this boring place." "If you can do whatever you want, why don't you leave this place?" Bolai asked. "I used to go to school at the convent, but I made a mess of that place, so I was sent here. I thought it would be nice to come here, with no homework and no rules, but it never occurred to me It's so boring in here!"

"Can't you find someone who can replace Simon? I mean, someone who's more—easy?" "Can't find it. I really looked for a while at first. It's not easy to find a smart and good-looking one. I like handsome boys.You can't deny that Simon is really good-looking, right? In the previous monastery, I also saw a handsome gardener, but he was not as pleasing to the eye as Simon. " "Didn't that handsome gardener let you stay in the monastery?" "No. They got me out. They'd rather get me out than make a mess of me there. That gardener is much better at growing flowers than at making girlfriends.I don't think you will help me speak well in front of Simon, will you? I tried so hard to get close to Simon, but in the end it was all in vain. It's a pity to think about it. "

"Do everything possible?" "You can't believe that I learned to ride a horse because I'm interested? Just looking at his sister's face is enough-oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that she is also your sister. Maybe you have been away from home for too long , don't look at Eileen the way most people look at their sisters?" "Of course it's different." But the stupid girl couldn't understand the meaning in the words. "I guess you learned to ride a horse when you could crawl. So you don't know how painful it is to learn to ride a horse." Bo Lai said that if you want to attract people, there is of course better than doing something you don't like method.

"I don't think I did it to attract him. It was just to give me a chance to go to the stables. His—oh, your sister won't let anyone go there without business." "Your sister," he thought of the title, liking it. Now he has three younger sisters.There were at least two with which he quite identified. One of the most important things right now is to become more familiar with them. "I think I should go," she said, returning the whip to Bolai. "You've been the sweetest person I've spoken to since I've been here. It's a pity you don't seem interested in girls, or maybe you could keep the Gates daughter from Simon a bit, and I'm afraid my chances will be better. some."

"No." Bo said, walking towards Tibo. "You've got to look at that girl, she's beautiful!" "Okay." Bolaiman replied. "Now that you're back, I'll see you often at the riding range?" "probably." "Can you teach me how to ride a horse instead of your sister?" "I'm afraid that's not my specialty." "Well," she gave up, "you look great on a horse." "Goodbye." "Do you know I don't know your name yet? Of course, Simon told me, but I forgot." "My name is Bert." When he said the name, his mind had drifted to the path across the valley, and he almost forgot about Miss Basler's existence.He rode Tipper and let him run gently down the green grassy slope until he reached the same height as Rechter, and then let Tipper walk down slowly.Below him, the green path ran westward to the racetrack, and beyond that was their house and the small gravel field in front of it.At noon today, Jenny followed this road to the small gravel field in front of the house. When she saw him, she still hesitated and didn't know how to react. When the grass slope was less steep, he let Tibow run lightly for a while, and there was a white fence ahead, and the gate was still open. Just as they approached the white fences on both sides of the gate, Tibo's body suddenly lay down. Bo was startled, and instinctively lifted his left foot up on the saddle. At this moment, the left foot The fence just brushed against the saddle! Bo Lai was shocked, and secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, during those years in the United States, he was used to riding rough wild horses, and he had developed a quick reaction without thinking, otherwise he would have been in this short period of less than five seconds. , that leg will probably be scrapped once it hits the fence! "It's dangerous!" Bo Lai couldn't help exhaling.He glanced at Tipper, but the horse was as calm as if nothing had happened. "You insidious fellow," Bolai cursed softly, but still found it a little funny. Bolai adjusted the direction of Tippo's head and walked back. After walking a considerable distance, he turned back and walked through the gate he had just passed, deliberately not pinching him with his feet or stabbing him with horse nails. Let's see how it reacts this time. As Bolai had expected, this time it walked right in the middle of the two fences, as if it had carefully measured the distance. "What? You mean me?" the horse seemed to be saying, "I would do that on purpose? Do you think a well-bred horse like me would ever do that? Of course not. I was just Temporary loss of balance. Even the best horses are bound to stumble, aren't they?" "Okay, okay," Bolai thought to himself, pulling on the rein and letting it go slowly.He said loudly: "You think you are very smart, don't you? I don't know how many horses smarter than you have ridden. You think it's a good way to throw me off this way, don't you? Tell you, I tried to throw me off before." The horses are much stronger than you, and compared with them, you are still far behind." Tippo's black ears were pricked up high, listening carefully to Bolai's words and the meaning in them, with a hint of puzzlement. A herd of mares saw them pass, and all came up to the fence to watch them, as if glad to have such a special event in their monotonous lives.The ponies around them also ran and jumped happily.But Tibo ignored them, and he lost interest in mares early on.What it cares about at this moment is that it unexpectedly met a person who is smarter than it today, and this person said something to it that it didn't understand.Even when it was near its stable, its ears were quivering uncomfortably with doubts. Bo Lai rode Tippo, followed the route of Jenny at noon today, and went around the house, but he didn't see a single person. He went forward to the stables, and saw Eileen riding in, followed by another horse, who seemed to have just taught Tony, and then left him in Carlisle, and came back by herself. "Hah!" She greeted Bo Lai, "Did you go out on Tibo?" There was surprise in her tone. "Hope Simon remembers to warn you first." "Yes, thanks. He warned me first." She and Bolai rode side by side to the pasture, looked at Tibo and said with a little regret: "Buying this horse was a big mistake of mine." "You bought it?" "Yeah. Didn't Simon tell you?" "Not really." "He is saving face for me. He must not want to let you know so quickly that you have such a stupid sister." She said, smiling at him, as if she was happy to be his sister. "Its original owner was Philip, you know Philip. Did Simon tell you?" "No, no. All he told me was that the horse could play tricks." "Mr. Humphrey had a lot of good horses, so when he passed away and his horse farm opened for auction, I went to see if I could pick a good horse. None of Mr. Phillip's former long-term laborers liked Timber. Bidding bids. I thought it was just sentimentality - I guess they didn't want to buy Tippo back just because their owner fell to his death riding it. How naive I was then! What's the deal with buying horses and sentiment What about the relationship? I should ask more questions. And I should also have thought that it was a bit unusual for such a low price to be set for such a horse, given its appearance, pedigree, and performance! We heard later that a few days after Philip fell to his death, he was killed in the same way. , trying to throw off another person who was riding on its back! Only that time, the branch it hit was too thin, so it didn't smash the man's head or shake him off, but the branch was still hit broken. " "I understand." Bo said, he finally understood now. "Actually, when that happened to Philip, everyone who saw Philip being trampled to death believed that it was no accident. Philip and a group of people were riding in a large open field, but Tibos Philip took it under a big oak tree and slammed it into it. In fact, Philip was killed long before he fell off his horse. Of course, this is what I found out later.When I bid on that horse, all I heard was that Philip was riding him and fell to his death against an oak tree—not that unusual, is it?" You know, the clearing So big, Philip would not have ridden the horse under the big oak tree on purpose. After the second time Timbo tried to throw off the man who was riding on it, no one doubted its bad nature at all. That's it , those people just watched me, a big fool, buy this tricky horse! " "But it's really a very elegant horse," Bray said, stroking Tipper's neck, "no one will object." And it dances very well. Did you let him dance today? No? You must try next time. When he dances, he doesn't have time to think of mischief, so it's quite safe. Weird, this horse's Appearance doesn't make people feel unreliable." She still looked at the horse in disbelief. "Isn't it?" She heard the meaning in Bolai's words and said, "You seem not sure yet." "Ah, I mean, he's the most pompous animal I've ever seen." Hearing Bolai's comment, Ailian, like Simon just now, felt very fresh. "You mean it's vain? Not wrong. I think it is. I figured if I were it, I'd be as proud as it is of the ability to kill a man. Did it play tricks on you today?" "At the gate it tried to throw me off, that's all." Bolly didn't say, "It tried to break my leg." Let that be a secret between him and Tipper. "He's pretty well behaved most of the time," Eileen said. "That's the way it's dangerous. I've ridden him with Simon, Gray, and Arthur, and he's only gotten into trouble twice. Once was To Simon, once to Arthur. But, of course," she added with another grin, "we all stay away from the tree. " "It will be a good horse in the desert, but you have to be more careful around the fence or under the tree." Eileen said a little gloomily as she took Tipper from Bolai and brought him back. : "I think it must be thinking of something else." Bo came to think for a while, and agreed with Ailian's words.Tippo is really a very unusual horse, very smart, very cunning, and very tricky.If it doesn't work this way, it will definitely have another idea.It's really not a fuel-efficient lamp. Simon is not a fuel-efficient lamp either.Simon put him on the mischievous horse, beforehand saying, "He's a trick," as if killing people wasn't a big deal.