【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(41)

“Nothing,” Wilbur said. “Forget I said anything.” He smiled at his father, for once without reservation. He had never felt so light. He was almost a son again. “Would you like to watch Techno and I spar?”
Father’s expression softened. “Of course. I would be delighted to.”
/It was the last good day/.
The knock came at midnight. It dragged Wilbur from the comfort of a dreamless sleep.
“Wilbur!” Technoblade’s voice. Urgent. Almost angry. “Wilbur! Open the door!”

Wilbur threw off his covers and bolted for the door. Technoblade stood outside his bedchambers, his red eyes blazing in the dark.
He said the three words that would come to haunt Wilbur until the day he died.
“It’s your mother.”
They ran through the castle, Wilbur, for the first time, outpacing his tutor. They arrived at the long hallway that led to his parents’ bedchambers, already choked with servants.
“Move!” Technoblade demanded, his voice booming over the din. “Move, or I will make you.”