Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

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He just opened his eyes quietly like this, his eyelashes were very long and soft,

Under the sunlight, it seemed to reflect beautiful shadows, making his eyes dark and deep.

Empty, it seemed, there was nothing.

His eyes are very beautiful, with narrow and long arcs, and a shallow red tear mole at the end of his eyes.

However, his pupils were too empty.

There was no emotion at all, it was as if - nothing could be seen.

Even facing the sun, his pupils still didn't react.

Not shrinking, not enlarging,

Just like a beautiful sculpture, it is beautiful but has no soul.

The long, glistening white fingers sunk deeply into the soil,

The sharp sparkling stone directly cut his palm, and warm liquid slowly flowed out.

Stained with the soil, mixed in the wound,

The stinging became more and more obvious.

Seeing no response from him, Gu Zirong, who was folding the fan, seemed a little annoyed.

He winked at the slave behind him and asked him to step forward.

The slave had obviously done this kind of thing many times, and he immediately accepted it.

He came forward, raised his foot, and seemed to kick the face of the person on the ground.

The force was so severe that he almost wanted to destroy his face.

But the next second,

For some reason, the slave suddenly slipped, lost his center of gravity, and fell to the ground with a bang.

He subconsciously wanted to find something to hold on to, but ended up tugging on Gu Zirong's shirt.

Just listen to the sound of fabric tearing in the air,

Gu Zirong was caught off guard and pulled, and his foot slipped.

"boom--"

Both fell to the ground.

Gu Zirong knocked directly on a stone on the side.

"ah--"

A tooth was knocked out.

"ah--"

The person who was extremely arrogant and domineering just now was crying out in pain,

Wailing, covering his mouth in utter embarrassment and fear, he backed away again and again.

Seeing the knocked-out tooth, he looked at the blood in his hand in disbelief and screamed, "Ahhh——"

"My teeth—"

"Sir, are you okay?"

The slave ran over and tried to help him up.

"Sir, this servant didn't do it on purpose. I accidentally fell down just now——"

Gu Zirong kicked him directly, "What are you doing for food!? You can't even stand?!"

He covered his mouth, whined out the pain, and stumbled to get up, feeling very embarrassed.

Maybe it hurt too much. How could he, who was so delicate, bear such pain?

He cursed and kicked the slave, then glared hard at the man on the ground and left.

He didn't even take a folding fan, for fear that his face would be ruined.

The yard finally became quiet.

The door was open, and the ground was covered with dust.

On the big stone on the side, there are still traces of blood from the gnashing of teeth just now.

The person sitting on the ground had his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

His empty black eyes didn't blink for a long time.

He was the only one left in the yard, and the wheelchair behind him was overturned.

He curled up his long fingers slightly, slowly raised them, and reached behind him.

He groped bit by bit, touching the ground, as if trying to find the position of the wheelchair.

His legs hung limply, motionless,

Only the upper body was left, supported by his hands, and he moved his body quietly.

The green silk silk as soft as satin fell to the ground and was stained with dust.

His hand slowly explored, explored, touched the weeds, touched Shi Shuo,

at last,

The slender knuckles inadvertently touched a hand.

That warm and soft hand slowly held him.

The female voice with a smile seemed to bring a refreshing breeze in the hot noon.

The faint fragrance of flowers, warm hands, close to him,

Extremely gentle.

"Sir, do you need help?"