Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The gardeners breathed a sigh of relief when they were called to an emergency stop.

They all stopped their busy movements.

From morning to now, although they have been working for several hours, the progress has still stayed at the same place.

The vast sea of ​​roses shows no signs of being eroded.

It's not that they were lazy, but for some reason they were unlucky today.

Either the shovel was broken, or a hole appeared out of nowhere and I fell.

After a while of manipulation, only a few peripheral roses were removed, while his body was covered with dirt, dirty and in disgrace.

One of the gardeners asked: "What should we do with the removed plants? Should we put them down again or..."

"Pack these and send them to Mr. Wang." Uncle Wang said.

Just think of it as an apology for not being able to sell any roses.

he thinks.

Although... I don’t know why Mr. Da suddenly changed his mind.

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After having breakfast, Mr. Qiao, who was supposed to be going to Japan to handle business, was unusually unusual today.

Instead, he walked out of the villa slowly and with a slight limp on crutches.

Uncle Wang was afraid that he would fall, so he followed him nervously.

Both hands were subconsciously stretched out in the air, ready to step forward to support him at any time.

"Sir, where are you going? Do you want me to prepare a car immediately -"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mr. Qiao, a noble and elegant man from his family, walking slowly towards the sea of ​​flowers after descending the stairs.

Step by step, the pace is very slow, the vine crutches support him, and his beautiful and slender finger bones are a little strained.

Uncle Wang's voice stopped suddenly.

As if he realized something, he looked at his husband's thin and clean back and said nothing.

Silently, he folded his hands and quietly stepped aside.

No choice to bother anymore.

Mr. Qiao, who was wearing plain white home clothes and leaning on a cane, quickly arrived at the edge of the sea of ​​flowers.

Standing there quietly, not talking, not knowing what he was looking at.

At this time, the sun was already a little bigger and emitted its due heat.

But because it is still spring and the cool breeze is still blowing, the temperature is suitable, comfortable and warm.

The rich floral fragrance, set against the warm colors on the ground, is even more shocking.

It was like a girl's tender white and crystal-clear hand, gently caressing his cheek.

Soft and beautiful, but leaving nothing behind.

It just makes my heart palpitate terribly.

The manor was very quiet, so quiet that only the crisp chirping of birds could be heard in the distance.

No one is talking, and no one is disturbing this paradise on earth.

But for some reason, someone seemed to be smiling vaguely in my ears.

She was soft and sweet, smiling softly, deliberately teasing him.

Cunning, yet wilted.

Like a malicious red fox, it swung its big tail and teased him.

It makes people's mouth itchy and hot.

The gentle and calm man stood there steadily, looking at the endless sea of ​​roses on the ground.

Don't say a word.

Under the sun, his skin was very white, as warm and jade-like, clear and beautiful.

The extremely dark eyes are very light and peaceful.

It's like the endless calm sea in the dark night, pitch black but bottomless.

I can't see anything clearly, I can only see the shallow layer of light.

Like the holy lotus on the white snow, it is out of reach, with a sense of alienation and coldness that is isolated from the world.