Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The gentle man sitting next to Su Ai was doing nothing at the moment.

Sitting there calmly, her beautiful hands resting on her legs.

The side face is gentle and white, and the eyes are very calm, just looking at the sea of ​​flowers outside through the bright and clean window.

The scorching color almost burned away the desolation on his body.

Beside him, there was a book quietly placed.

The book is a bit old, but you can vaguely see the title - "The Little Prince"

It tells the story of a beautiful rose and a little prince.

It's a fairy tale book, very unexpected.

Uncle Wang took the pruned roses, walked over, and bowed slightly.

"Sir, these are the flowers you asked for."

A gentle and noble man, his eyesight does not change.

He hummed calmly and kept looking at the sea of ​​flowers outside, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Put it in a vase. From now on, all the flowers in the room will be replaced by it."

He seemed to like the rose, but didn't take a second look at it.

The love for it seems to be just an unknown thing.

No reason.

Uncle Wang didn't ask any more questions. He said yes and carefully put the trimmed flowers into the porcelain white vase.

Seeing the book beside him, he paused and looked out the window.

These days, for some reason, my husband likes to sit here and look at the sea of ​​roses outside.

Obviously, I would close the curtains in the past because the sun outside was too strong.

The past few days have been unusual. The curtains are wide open and I pay special attention to the flowers outside.

He doesn't say anything, his eyes are always calm and calm.

Uncle Wang hesitated for a while and asked, "Sir, do you have any other instructions?"

"Just now Xiaolin said that you wanted to see me if you have something to do."

The gentle and elegant man coughed.

His extremely dark eyes were just staring outside quietly, and his slender and beautiful hands were slightly folded.

The "Little Prince" beside him was still there. He fluttered his eyelashes slightly and drooped his eyelids.

His mood was still lukewarm, and his eyebrows were cold.

He asked calmly: "Do you know the origin of those flowers outside?"

"What?"

Uncle Wang glanced out the window and said, "Sir, do you want to ask where these flowers came from?"

The man didn't say anything. He picked up the teacup on the side and took a slow sip.

The light lip color became moister and brighter.

Uncle Wang recalled it carefully.

"Sir, you also know that these flowers were given to the old lady by the old gentleman, almost thirty-five years ago. At that time, these flowers were bought from a woman..."

"Woman?" He paused and his eyes darkened a little.

"Yes, there was a woman whose family was very poor. She was pretty and the flowers she grew were good. At that time, the old man went to Huyu District for a meeting and happened to see her selling on the roadside. She looked good, so he bought it directly. Got all the roses in her house.”

Uncle Wang said and continued to add, "Speaking of which, the woman originally planted these flowers one by one with her own hands, just because she was afraid that others would damage the flowers if they were too rough."

"What's that woman's name?"

The man's voice was gentle and light.

I can't tell what the emotion is.

Uncle Wang was stunned for a moment, with an expression on his face, "Sir, I'm afraid... I need to check it out."

"After all, it's been so long, and I don't really remember..."

"Then go check it out."

He slowly put down the cup, and his eyes fell on the sea of ​​​​scorching flowers outside.

His face was calm, and the hand on his leg tightened slightly.

"No matter what means you use, find it out."