Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1718 Rose Manor (24)

  Uncle Wang took the document and looked at him: "Sir...but who do you want to investigate?"

   He didn't say anything, but it looked... like he was looking for someone.

   And it seems to be... looking for a young woman.

  The dignified and gentle Mr. Qiao's eyes are dark and gloomy.

  The cold face became colder and colder against the warm colors outside.

   Faintly, as if nothing could change his mood.

  He didn't answer, just raised his hand and waved it, indicating that he could go.

  Mr. has always been friendly and gentle, never embarrassing others, even if... the result of the work is disappointing.

  Uncle Wang stopped talking, bowed slightly, and retreated wisely.

  Before stepping back, he could still see the book next to Mr.'s lap - "The Little Prince"

  The story of the little prince and the rose relying on each other.

  Romantic, but full of fairy taleism.

  Uncle Wang glanced at it, then looked away.

   Leave quietly.

  Leave the cold and quiet person sitting there quietly, with his long white hands silently resting on his legs.

  The roses outside the window are still in full bloom, and the roses in the vase on the round table inside the window are still gorgeous.

  The man is like a beautiful sculpture that does not move, sitting there, looking at the flowers outside the window.

  Outside the window, there was a gentle wind blowing, blowing into Jing Shi's window.

  The somewhat old "The Little Prince" was blown away by the gentle wind.

  The sound of pages turning, two beeps.

  Finally, it quietly stayed on a certain page.

It says-

  If a person has a special liking for a flower, then that flower is unique in the vast galaxy. Then, as long as he looks up at the stars, he will be satisfied. He would murmur to himself: "My flower is somewhere in the galaxy..." However, once the flower is eaten by the sheep, all the stars will be dimmed in an instant... Then you don't think that's the case? Is it important?

  Important, that is my rose, how could it not be important?

  The little prince said loudly and angrily, "It is the most important thing!"

   "No one can take my rose, no one!"

  The book was blown shut again by the wind.

   There was silence.

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  Uncle Wang went downstairs.

  By coincidence, I bumped into a servant with a dazed expression.

  He was still wearing one-piece overalls, holding scissors for pruning branches and leaves in his hand.

  Like just finished his work.

  He stood still at the gate, as if he had lost his soul, and Uncle Wang almost bumped into him because of this.

"…what's wrong with you?"

  He patted him, "Uncomfortable?"

  The servant looked a bit stunned, "...no...no..."

  Seeing that it was Uncle Wang, he came back to his senses.

  Holding the scissors, his movements suddenly became a little weird, and he glanced outside.

  Mysterious, some hesitate to speak.

   "Uncle Wang, just now... I was in the back garden... I seem to have seen something dirty..."

"What?"

   "It's just...that kind of dirty stuff..."

  The servant was a little timid, and said in a low voice, "It might be a ghost..."

   Before he finished speaking, Uncle Wang's face turned cold, and he scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

   "Don't be dazzled, it's scary here."

  He has lived for so many years, but he never believed in such a thing.

  The servant stopped talking.

  Uncle Wang paused, his expression relaxed, "Where did you see it? What did you see?"

  (end of this chapter)