Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1778 Rose Manor (67)

  When Qiao Zhenhuan threatened him with a severed hand, he began to plan.

  Step by step, take care of all the property and transfer it to her name.

   She doesn't need to worry about anything, she just needs the child to be obedient.

  He hugged her, showing a gentle smile.

   Like coaxing a child, rubbing her head bit by bit.

   Gently, more gently, kissed her, and said:

   "Don't be afraid...it'll be fine..."

   Everything has him.

  …

  …

  …

  …

  Since then, Yun Si has never seen Qiao Kaiyang again, and she doesn't know how he is doing.

   It is only occasionally learned from Uncle Wang that his academic performance is very good, he has graduated from the business school ahead of schedule, and has started to handle the company's affairs.

   Mr. Joe will take him occasionally, but more often, he is already trying to be independent.

   Soon, the days passed in a flash.

  After his fiftieth birthday, Mr. Qiao began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Wrinkles appeared on the face, and the jet-black hair gradually lost its color and became gray.

  Perhaps because of a car accident that injured his foundation, Mr. Qiao's health began to become a little unwell.

   Walking often requires support from people.

  Slightly hunched over, he picked up the supporting crutch again.

   Trembling, two legs can hardly use any strength.

   Yun Si looked distressed and wanted to help him.

   But the aging of his body is in line with the laws of nature and is irreversible at all.

  Forcing changes will only make him suffer more.

  So, she can only be careful and take care of him.

   Just like he had been taking care of her before.

  …

  …

  …

  When Mr. Qiao was eighty years old, he was already very old.

   It is not easy for a person who has hurt their foundation to live to this age.

  The day he left, the weather was fine.

  Outside the manor, the sky was blue, the sea of ​​roses was red, and the sun was shining brightly.

  Everything is so beautiful, as if nothing has changed.

  Mr. Qiao, who looked very old and his body became more and more rickety, sat on the balcony, leaning against Yun Si's arms, panting lowly.

  It seems that I can't breathe.

  The years have left too many traces of vicissitudes on him.

   Teeth fell out, eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and white hair was thinning.

   Just like that, being blown by the gentle wind, quietly.

  The face that is illuminated by the warm sun is full of wrinkles and spots of age spots.

   Dry, thin, dull lip color.

   Very ugly, very ugly, an ugly old man, lifeless.

  As for the person who has been holding him from the beginning to the end, the years seem to have treated her very kindly.

   Still delicate and beautiful, fair and flawless.

  Like the delicate and charming rose that will never wither, with snow-skinned red lips, it is astonishingly picturesque.

  Even the fingertips are treated gently, it is a pink and soft color, without any wrinkles.

  She hugged the extremely aging man beside her, and basked in the sun with him.

  Humming to him softly and softly.

   is his usual song to lull her to sleep. When he was young, he always liked to hug her and lull her to sleep like this.

  Now he can't hum anymore, so she hums softly instead.

  Holding him, holding his hand that was as old as a stack of old tree roots.

  The dull and yellowish color of her skin made her delicate and fair skin even more, like suet jade, beautiful and soft.

   Always young.

   Mr. Qiao, who is already very old, has not spoken for a long time, as if he is about to fall asleep.

  (end of this chapter)