"Yes, I was working at a racecourse. Champion was the first horse I took care of. At the beginning, he was very naughty and unfriendly to me. I was also very young at that time, so I started competing with him without being very mature. You
You know, competing with a horse, haha, it feels so funny when I think about it." Sherlock gradually let go as he spoke.
"Everyone has their youth, and you must have been very energetic at that time." Victor said cooperatively, and it could be seen that Sherlock had slowly relaxed.
"Yeah, the champion has given me a kick since the first day. You know he always doesn't cooperate with me when I'm working, and he always leaves his stable in a mess. I just finished cleaning it up, and the boss
There was always chaos when I came to watch, and my boss always deducted my salary and scolded me. At that time, I hated the championship." Sherlock smiled even happier when he said this.
Victor said nothing, just looked at Sherlock with a smile and did not interrupt him.
"But in order to be able to work at the racecourse, I endured it, but I asked for a different horse to take care of, but the owner told me that if I couldn't take care of a two-year-old pony, then I should take the early morning horse.
I gave up the job of raising horses, so I persisted.”
"In the end, my job gradually became easier. I discovered that horses are very spiritual animals. If you are good to them, they will respond to you. If you don't take good care of them, don't blame them.
I don’t want to give you face. Think about it, when I took care of it from the beginning, I always wanted to be like those jockeys and go racing on the field. It’s no wonder that the champion didn’t cooperate with me.
When Sherlock would recall, Victor had already taken him to the racecourse. The two went in and saw Gonzalez and Harry practicing riding horses, but Harry was riding and Gonzalez was holding the horse in front.
"Grandpa, I've learned how to ride a horse. Come on, I'll take you riding." Harry greeted Victor happily when he saw him coming to the racecourse. Gonzalez also saw Victor and said:
He nodded and smiled as a greeting.
Victor waved to Harry and shouted, "Be careful when you ride a horse. You have just learned. Slow down. I won't accompany you if I have something to do." Then he took Sherlock away.
"Your grandson, he looks very cute and strong. He will definitely be a good rider in the future." Sherlock was just complimenting him casually, but his praise touched Victor's heart. After all, besides Chen Chen, there is no one else in the manor other than Chen Chen.
What he cared about most, followed by Harry and Jasmine, was that Jasmine was learning etiquette and culture every day so she didn't go outdoors like Harry. In this case, Harry was the one who was most worried.
"Yes! This boy claims to be the Viscount's chief knight every day. This is his ideal, so I am looking for a qualified knight teacher for him." After saying that, he gave Sherlock a meaningful look.
"Let's go see the champion. I can't wait." Sherlock pretended not to understand Victor's words, but he was not unmoved in his heart.
"Okay, follow me. I heard Gonzalez say that its condition is not good. It won't let others get close and will only eat a little when it's not hungry anymore. This can only keep it alive. If
If we can't think of a way, it will be born and die. At that time, it will even give up the most basic survival diet, and it will be hopeless. The only thing we can do now is to give it the most comfortable environment, and of course that's all.
That’s all.”
With that said, Victor took Sherlock to the innermost stable. He saw the Hanoverian horse named Champion lying on the ground, seemingly waiting for death. If its abdomen wasn't still heaving, Victor would have died.
Thinking it was dead, when Sherlock saw the champion like this, he couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped into the stable, held the champion's head and gently soothed it as he said something.
"Champion, Champion, I'm here to see you. You raise your head and look at me. I'm your friend Sherlock. As your best friend, how can you not open your eyes and look at me? Look at what I've brought you.
What's up? This is your favorite carrot." As he said that, Locke took out a few carrots from his backpack.
At this time, the champion seemed to have no strength to scream. It just opened its closed eyes and finally saw Sherlock clearly. It remembered him, the one who lived with it, bathed it, walked with it, and was bullied by it.
The person, the person it has never forgotten, it can still clearly remember that when it was sick, it was this person who was by its side to take care of and accompany it day and night.
The champion raised its head slightly. It wanted to get closer to Sherlock's arms. There was a breath of peace of mind there. It felt that its life seemed to be coming to an end, but it could see that it was coming to an end.
He's really good.
Sherlock's eyes immediately turned red after seeing the champion's condition and asked Victor, "Why did it become like this? It was fine when it came, why is it so weak now? It is only seventeen years old. At least it is still good."
You have half your lifespan, why are you so cruel, why." After saying that, he leaned on the champion's body, as if he couldn't bear such a blow, and actually cried.
"Sherlock, no one wants the champion to become like this, but it has been here for more than a month. It has started to slump since the first day it arrived here. If we hadn't taken good care of it, maybe you would only be able to see it when you came here.
It has reached its grave, and it doesn’t want to die, so it will eat by itself every time it has no strength. However, in the past few days, it seems that it has no patience to wait for the person it is waiting for, so it chose to go on a hunger strike. You know it
Who are you waiting for?" When he said this, Victor's eye circles were a little red.
Victor once reported this situation to Chen Chen, who told him, "If that Sherlock comes, no matter whether he wants to work in the manor or not, let the champion belong to him. None of us can win the heart of the champion.
I finally know why it seemed so lonely when I saw it for the first time. It turns out that it only belongs to one person."
"It's my fault, it's all my fault. Why did I refuse the owner's kindness and didn't want to adopt you? If I had agreed, maybe you wouldn't be like this. Champion, I was wrong. Can you forgive me?
, Yes! You are not dead yet, you can persevere, get up and eat food, champion, you are the best, get up quickly, replenish your energy, as long as you can get better, we can be together again."
It seemed that Sherlock's words had an effect. The champion struggled to get up, but it was too weak. It no longer had the strength to stand up. "Sherlock, you are late." The champion's eyes were fixed on Sherlock, as if
He printed it in his heart, and his eyes slowly filled with tears. At this time, Sherlock seemed unwilling to speak. He just held the champion's head tightly and stroked its mane. Champion
He stuck out his tongue and kept licking Sherlock's other hand.
Victor seemed unwilling to see such a sad scene, and quietly retreated out. When leaving, he told Harry and Gonzalez not to go in and disturb Sherlock and the others, while he walked towards the castle.