Matter of Love

Chapter 646 I Was Young At That Time (Part Two)

Howard had been living in a cold world all the time. He had been born with wealth that ordinary people did not have. He had everything he wanted. His rational character was cultivated from his experience.

Because he had a richer identity than ordinary people, he had to pay something in his life. For example, he had to lose some happiness and some children's innocence.

But he didn't care at all. As long as he had money, he had everything. This had always been and would be his concept of life.

As for love, in his eyes, it was just a accessories of money. It didn't matter if they didn't love each other, but they couldn't live without money.

Family was also included in this.

His love for his family was just mechanic. He thought he should love you, and he would love you coldly. In this kind of relationship, except for some responsibilities, there is nothing else.

He was used to such kind of life. Sometimes in the quiet night, he would also feel cold, which was a kind of coldness in his heart. He only knew that feeling before, but he didn't know what it was and how it caused it. But today, after hearing all these words from Leona, he finally understood that the coldness was called loneliness.

In fact, what Leona said was just some common statements, and anyone could easily say it. However, few people could really understand it.

Howard had heard that kind of words countless times before, but today, when Leona suddenly found it out, he felt so lonely. He only had money in his life, but he had no precious memories.

Wait Memories? Precious memories.

Suddenly a jar of old wine in his mind was now unsealed. The memory, like mellow wine fragrance, lingered in his mind and made him intoxicated.

Everyone would have memories, and everyone would bear them, no exception.

Howard was still young and energetic several decades ago. At that time, he was so arrogant and unruly.

He was wearing a white school uniform, holding a book and leaning against a tree. The shade of the tree surrounded him. A breeze gently blew the boy's slightly long bangs, and also blew a faint fragrance from his body into the distance.

In the distance, the sound of young boys and girls playing happily came to his ears. The young boy put down the book and turned his head. Looking at his classmates who were playing, his eyes were gradually filled with desire.

But The young man glanced at the Butler standing beside him and had to look at the book.

He was the next successor of Will. He couldn't play games with the children who grew up playing with mud. And the way his classmates looked at him was also different. Some were envious, some were disdainful, and some sympathized.

Howard had never complained about this. He never hated what he had. Because when he was eating luxurious Western food, ordinary people could only eat chicken stewed with mushroom. Every time he thought of this kind of thing, he would have a sense of superiority. Yes, a sense of superiority. Even if that sense of superiority would make him lose a lot of things, he didn't care.

"Hello, I'm new here. Can we be friends?"

Howard raised his head and looked at the girl.

It was the first and last time that Howard fell in love with a girl.

It was a pair of clear and real eyes.

"Hey, if there is nothing else, stay away from our young master."

The Butler began to drive her away.

"Okay."

The girl gave him a disappointed look and left with a red face.

Looking at the girl's back, Howard wanted to say something, but he said nothing.

He didn't slowly lower his head and look at the book until the girl's back disappeared in his sight.

It was a sunny day, but there were two drops of liquid on Howard's book. Howard didn't know what the liquid was. He only knew that it came out of his eyes.

The careful Butler noticed something and asked in fear, "Young master, why are you crying?"

"Crying? It turns out that this is crying." Howard murmured. He had never cried since he was a child. Today was the first time.

"What did I do wrong? Please punish me, young master!" The Butler bowed respectfully.

"Why would people cry?" It seemed that Howard was asking him, or talking to himself.

"Because of sadness."

"Have you ever cried?"

"……"

A gust of wind blew gently. This quiet afternoon always made people feel relaxed.

On that day, Howard returned to his class and saw the girl. She was so happy that they were desk mates.

She was very popular. Half a day later, she was hanging out with a group of girls. After a day, she was familiar with the whole class, of course, except him.

No matter where he was, Howard was the redundant one. Howard didn't care, because he was used to loneliness. Of course, he also liked loneliness.

That day, the school was going on a trip. Howard invested a lot of money in the school. He could choose to take a special car or a car with his classmates. As usual, he chose to sit with his classmates. However, he was the young master. He liked to let others wait for him, so every time he would make his classmates to wait one more hour, and then suddenly sent a message to tell them that he was not going.

As time went by, the students got used to it. So every time they counted the number of people in the car, they didn't count Howard in. Instead, they asked the driver to drive away.

This time, the girl came to count the people in the car. After counting, she found that Howard was missing, so she said to the driver, "I'm sorry, sir. Please wait a little longer."

"Hey, no one is missing. That guy won't come." Some classmates shouted at the girl.

"No, he said he was coming." The girl looked at the classmate firmly and said, Howard will definitely come back, because he said so when we calculated the number."

There was a burst of laughter in the car.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Well, you don't know him well."

"Sorry, I'm late." Just as everyone was laughing at the naive girl, Howard's voice came from outside. Then, someone in a black suit entered the car. He glanced at the girl, turned around and found a seat to sit down. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

In fact, he would come every time.