Cuscuta and Red Roses

Zoubo promises that he will not give up. It is only a matter of time before the book is finished [Hold fist] Thank you to all my friends who read, collected, and commented on this book. I will love you forever [Manual Flowers] Someone (maybe) will care about the introduction: 1. I am Lamika, a (young and well-paid actor with handsome appearance, great intelligence and 800 clever ideas). As the saying goes: A person without dreams is like a salted fish - the kind with a bad voice. But I am different. I have worked diligently and conscientiously for the theater for six years, saving money just for one goal - to go! King! All! As a result, I jumped into the street... The reason is very embarrassing. The boss's big client has taken a liking to me, and he's a guy. Upholding the spirit of love and dedication, I closed my eyes and kicked my legs, letting him push... ——That's weird! I'll give him a headshot with a bottle! Kick him to his grandma's house again! No matter if he lives or dies, I dodge the pursuers and brave the heavy rain to run, run, run, run... ——Then fainted. 2. I am Lamika, a down-and-out handsome young man (penniless, aggrieved and alone). Very lucky, I didn't die, I ran out! When I opened my eyes again, I almost fainted from joy! By some strange combination of circumstances, I came to Lord Manor, the Earl's Mansion that stands at the pinnacle of money and power - the bloodline foundation of the Christian family! Ever since, a life of saving money from scratch began. 3. I am Lamika, a low-level valet. Actually, I just want to live happily as a laborer, without rushing or panicking, without fighting or grabbing... ——That's weird. I want a promotion! I want a raise! I want to trample those guys who look down on others and rub them hard under my feet! (Evil smile) ——I did. Just when I thought the days were getting better and better, I jumped into the street again. Reason: Making fun of my master in public. I am not good, I reflect, I am wrong, I am guilty... I just drank a little wine and my mind was not in the right place; But the count had a human face and an animal heart, so he didn't give him a chance to explain; The alcohol was still in his head, and his eyes were like ice picks; Forget about this muddy water, if I talk about it too much, I will shed tears... …… In short, if you go out to fool around, you will always have to pay it back. Only you know how painful it is for a bird that climbed onto a branch and fell to the ground. When a tree falls, the hozens scatter; when the wall falls, people push it; human relationships are warm and cold, sour, bitter, and salty, but that's all... I lived in the cold eye for three months, being targeted at every turn, until the young lady I once rescued, the count's fiancée, came to the manor... When the beautiful figure said firmly: "He looks like he is not doing well, I want him to work as a senior valet in the Viscount's Mansion", I knew - my hard days were over. Who knows... The count, who had always been taciturn, suddenly put down his knife and fork, and an elusive emotion flashed through his eyes: "No." Me: "???" 4. I am Lemica, and I am now... The count's personal servant. I seem to be very lucky, it sticks to the bottom of my feet and cannot be rubbed off. Every day, I would either stand in the Earl's study all day long and fall asleep from exhaustion, or I would attend the banquet with the Earl and help him memorize faces, and my eyes would turn black... I am tired, but I feel proud when I look at the hated people with jealousy every day. I am busy, but I go to various banquets with the count every day, which is considered to have seen the world. I am poor, but I work hard as a cow and horse and save three melons and two dates every day, which is considered a decent life. The undercurrent of Vanity Fair surges, and my ambition swells with the moonlight: The little earl? Hum hum, I want to use him, squeeze him dry, and finally abandon him. I stared at him every day, secretly imitating his every move. I stared at the emotion hidden in his voice when he spoke, at the light shadow cast by his eyelashes when he looked out the window, at the rhythm of his fingertips tapping the table when he frowned, at the arc of his eyes when he was exposed to the sun, at the pads of his fingers that traced the pages when he turned the book... Finally, my secret eyes met his... …… The days passed by, it was really peaceful, as peaceful as a dream. I thought life would always be peaceful like this. Who knows... "Who is the person who instigated you behind the scenes? I advise you to tell the truth..." The cold blue eyes suddenly flashed. "Otherwise, I guarantee that you will die without a burial place..." Me: "???" 5. I am Lemika Kurikuta, a (very ambitious, ruthless and money-grubbing) valet. I'm still not dead... But... Who can tell me... What kind of good master would stay up late at night and let a very sleepy and considerate servant tell him stories? What kind of good master would take time out of his busy schedule to analyze the dream of a lowly servant, and finally come to the conclusion that it is whimsical? ​​Also, he is quite nice to me...? Incredible, incredible. Although he is not bad, I still want to use him, squeeze him dry, and finally abandon him. Just another day... "Bang——" I slammed the door in panic. The night was very quiet. I touched my lips that still had his warmth, and my heart was beating wildly: "Are you kidding..." 6. I am Lemika, a bad manservant who wants to be a good man... Forget it, I don't have time to say more, the count climbed the tree to find me again... —————————————— The high-ranking controller attacks × the low-level careerist suffers Lemica muttered: "Who dares to say that I am a dodder?... He is still shredded meat, as delicate as a red rose in a vase." (Kazilan rolled her eyes) —————————————————— (Completely) No one cares version introduction: Cuscuta has a dream - to follow the branches of other plants, twine, climb, suck blood, and grow to the sun. Lemika also has a dream: in order to go to the royal capital, he can sacrifice everything - his own and others'. Acting, fake smile, humility, patience The sun shines brightly, and the dodder is fascinated - it doesn't know that it will be burned. The king's capital was in a state of drunkenness and wealth, and Lamika's ambitions were high - he didn't know that it was a paradise for the superior and a graveyard for the humble. Fate is bad and things are unpredictable. A rainy night in early autumn. The dodder was blown away by the wind; Lemika fled in embarrassment. In desperation, the dodder clung to the proud red rose; When Lamika woke up again, what awaited him was the splendor of his dream. ——The royal capital is just around the corner! Hibernation, opportunity, utilization, disguise The red rose is arrogant, and the dodder hides its ambition. Loneliness, misunderstanding, feelings, awareness The red rose hides its thorns, and the dodder buries ambition. The royal capital is just around the corner... The journey to the sun is full of twists and turns, but the rose stems and leaves are fresh and juicy. Are you chasing the faint morning light, or are you indulging in the woven dreamlike chapters? —————————————————— "My bedroom does not face the sun, but your glass reflects the light, and my dark mornings and dusk are brightened from now on." "My window lattice has no warm light, but your bedroom is always bright. From then on, my cold night has starlight." ———————————————————— Tell it from the bottom of your heart, fake corpse update (the treasured female rapper who was delayed by code words) →I don't know if I will lose money when I invest in shares. Can I take a gamble? (It's guaranteed that I won't lose money) Although this book is still being serialized, the next one is already being brewed Working behind closed doors, don't complain if you don't like it (No, do no one really care about the extraordinary plot transition where the main package is so satisfied that he can jump up??? The main package has gone crazy!!!) Concept: Hope and haze intertwined, light and shadow coexist