Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1705 Rose Manor (11)

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

   They all stopped their frantic movements.

  From morning to now, although they have started working for a few hours, the progress has been stuck at the same place, not moving.

  The large sea of ​​roses showed no signs of being eroded.

   It's not that they are lazy, but for some reason, today is a bit unlucky.

   Either the shovel was broken, or a pit came out of nowhere and I fell down.

   After a while, I only removed a few peripheral roses, but my body was covered with mud, dirty and out of shape.

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

   "These are packed and sent to Mr. Xiao." Uncle Wang said.

   Take it as an apology for not being able to sell roses.

he thinks.

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

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   After breakfast, Mr. Qiao, who was supposed to go to Japan to deal with business, did not go as usual today for the first time.

   Instead, leaning on a cane, he came out of the villa slowly, somewhat limping.

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

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

   "Sir, where are you going? Please ask me to prepare the car immediately—"

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

  Step by step, the pace was very slow, the rattan crutches supported him, and his beautiful and slender finger bones were a little bit hard.

  Uncle Wang's voice stopped abruptly.

  As if realizing something, he looked at his husband's thin and clean back, and didn't make another sound.

   Silently, folded his hands, and quietly stepped aside.

   Did not choose to disturb again.

  Mr. Qiao, dressed in plain white home clothes, leaned on a cane, and soon came to the edge of the sea of ​​flowers.

  Standing there quietly, neither speaking nor knowing what he was looking at.

   At this time, the sun is already a little big, and it also emits its due heat.

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

  The strong floral fragrance is even more shocking against the background of the warm colors all over the floor.

  Like a young girl's white and crystal-clear hand, gently caressing his cheek.

  Soft and nice, but nothing left.

   It only makes people palpitate badly.

  The manor is very quiet, so quiet that only the crisp birdsong can be heard in the distance.

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

  But for some reason, there seemed to be someone laughing in my ear.

  Sweet and melodious, smiling softly, teasing him on purpose.

  Cunning, yet wilting.

  Like a vicious fiery red fox, flicking its big tail, seduced him a bit.

  It makes people feel itchy and hot.

  The gentle and calm man stood there steadfastly, looking at the endless sea of ​​roses all over the ground.

  Not saying a word.

  Under the sun, his complexion is very white, as warm as jade, clear and beautiful.

   Extremely dark eyes, the mood is very light and peaceful.

  It's like an endless calm sea in the dark night, it's dark, but it's bottomless.

  I can't see anything clearly, only the faint light.

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

  (end of this chapter)