Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Scaring myself, there is no one else who can be scared like this.

Old Man Liu chuckled and shook his head, "How can there be ghosts in this world?"

"Xiao Zhang, please be more careful."

He knelt down and put the fat cat down.

The cat soon got into the flowers.

Within the flowers, a familiar rustling sound was heard.

That was simply the sound of a cat running around. Who was that person?

The servant who scared him didn't say anything anymore, he was completely shameless.

However, after his doubts were dispelled, he was no longer so afraid.

Now that he saw rustling noises in the flowers, he began to feel strange.

He just muttered: "It's that smelly cat again..."

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The big fat cat that got into the thorns quickly got out of the flowers and stretched out.

Jumping around and rolling around in it.

Humming, as if with purpose, he headed in a certain direction deep inside.

"Meow~"

It raised its dirty paws and patted the rose that was still stained with dew.

The tiny light that seemed to be resting in the rose was shot out unexpectedly.

Floating in mid-air, soundless.

"Meow~"

The cat meowed again, and its big round eyes seemed to be able to see the magical glimmer.

But the pretty person didn't show up.

Only a rose with sharp thorns next to it bent down and pushed it as if consciously, signaling it to stop making noise.

"Meow~"

The cat is very smart and ran away immediately after being pushed away.

He shuttled through the flowers and jumped around.

Extremely enjoyed it.

And the disturbed starlight slowly hid among the flowers.

Hiding among the delicate and safe stamens, it was like falling asleep again.

Extremely lazy.

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Mr. Qiao came to see the sea of ​​flowers again. This time he was still alone, walking slowly downstairs with a cane.

There are stairs at the back of the villa. If you go down a few steps, you can reach the sea of ​​flowers on the ground.

Looking from a distance, it is endless.

The thin mist in the early morning hazily enveloped this fairyland, like a utopian paradise, with an indescribable sense of illusion.

Like the moon in the mirror in the water, it breaks when touched.

Since it rained a few days ago, Mr. Qiao rarely comes down.

Even though I came down, I never came here again.

The sun is getting better today, and perhaps on a whim, he is here again.

A man came to this place quietly, with slow steps.

Early in the morning, servants were cleaning and gardeners were watering the sea of ​​flowers.

The roses, who had just woken up from their sleep, were raising their heads comfortably to welcome the warm sunshine in the morning.

The cold dew accumulated at night was crystal clear and dotted on the branches and leaves, reflecting the rising sun in the sky.

The rainbow light can be vaguely seen, soft and clean.

Mr. Qiao, who had gotten up early, just stood there without speaking.

Quietly looking at this vast sea of ​​flowers, he seemed to be in a trance.

The clear morning sunlight shone on his warm and white face, seeming to dispel some of the inherent coldness in his body.

She has a slim and beautiful figure, with white and clear joints.

Her eyebrows are gentle, but her eyes are very calm. She looks at this beautiful scenery indifferently, not knowing what she is thinking.

A servant passed by and saw him, and subconsciously bowed slightly.

He didn't respond, his extremely dark eyes were still staring at the flowers quietly, and his whole person was like a sculpture.

Extremely silent.