Geeky

"Miss Atossa, your lily."

Atossa was looking in the vanity mirror to choose the gloves she was going to wear when she went out today, when she heard this, she turned around, "Did they come from Flora's flower shop?"

"Yes." The maid said, "Do you want me to put it in the vase for you?"

"Thank you, Petunia, just give it to me." Atossa embraced the large bouquet of lilies, lowered her head and smelled the fragrance of the flowers.After Petunia walked out of the room, she sat down in front of the dressing table and placed the lily bouquet on the black crystal-decorated cabinet of the dressing mirror.

She fiddled with the lily leaves curled up like little paws, looked at the azure flower centers of the overlapping lilies one by one, and then took out a small roll of paper from one of the flower cups with her fingers.

A golden thread tied into a bow was tied to the scroll, and Atossa opened the scroll, and saw that it read:

"The sun hugs the earth tightly,

Moonlight kisses the ocean tenderly:

But what good are these kisses,

What if you won't kiss me? "

She smiled softly, and then thought of something, took out a small roll of paper hidden in the center of each of the seven lilies in the vase, opened them and arranged them in order, and those intermittent sentences formed a poem :

"The spring always flows to the river,

The river flows into the sea again,

The breeze of Tianyu will always be with you

a sweet feeling;

How can there be loneliness in the world?

all things by the laws of nature

All must be integrated into one.

Why are you and I unique?

Look at the mountains kissing the blue sky,

wave embraces wave;

Who ever saw that flowers could not tolerate each other:

Sisters despise brothers? "

She moved her fingers, and added the last sentence she received... The sentence that was originally intermittent and even mediocre made people's eyes light up and their hearts suddenly moved.

"But what good are these kisses,

What if you won't kiss me? "

Su Shi's face appeared in front of Atossa's eyes again, those eyes seemed to have been slid by meteors... If you have been watched seriously by him, whether you love him or not, you will never forget him.

This man is really good-looking.

But if it's just the face, there are thousands of good-looking people in this world...but only this person has this kind of charm.

Atossa thought: no woman could refuse to kiss him.

pity……

At this moment, a maid came over and interrupted Atossa's thoughts:

"The Duke is back."

Atossa: "..."

With the comparison just now, Xerxes, who wanted to sleep with her, looked even more disgusting and greasy.

Atossa's clear eyes rolled slightly, then stood up with her skirt in hand, took off a pearly white scarf and covered it on the dressing table, took a lady fan, and said to the maid:

"Tell him I'm gone."

Then he went out through another door.

Xerxes came to the bedrooms on the third floor of the castle—unlike the bedrooms in the underground palace, these bedrooms were all used for lunch breaks, or like Atossa, it would not be a bad idea to arrange them into half a dressing room.

— not for the first time, Atossa took advantage of his return to run out to party entertainment.

Today he deliberately came back early...

With his hands in his pockets, Xerxes looked at the chair his little wife sat on not long ago, and the silver comb studded with pearls that he hadn't taken away in time, and a handful of lilies were scattered on the dressing table.

Even without opening the curtain to see, Xerxes knew that she must have secretly lowered the sound of the engine with a small horsepower and slowly slipped out of the castle.

Xerxes took out a hand and twisted the small silver-plated card hanging on the petals:

"Thank you for your patronage, I wish you a happy life! -Flora Flower Shop

No. 103 Huashen Street (small print)”

Xerxes narrowed his eyes slightly——

He can't see any noble varieties or other unique features of these flowers, which are worthy of a noble lady going to the human store to make an appointment.

...He vaguely felt a green shade over his head.

Xerxes fiddled with the flowers casually, and then his eyes fell on the scarf spread on the dressing table.

In the past, he would never touch Atossa's personal belongings.But no matter how I look at it now, I feel a bit "there is no silver 300 taels here"...

Xerxes raised the end of his left eyebrow, and slowly lifted the scarf, leaving the strips of paper spread out on the dressing table under it a little messy.Xerxes glanced at it. An old noble like him who was born in the sixteenth century would not have received nearly 100 years of strict and systematic education like the brats like Balan, and he himself is not the kind of person who likes poetry, songs, and philosophy of life. He is the kind of person, but he has always been very familiar with love poetry...

It's Shelley's poem.

It's just something he's played with before.

"whispering sound."

Xerxes lit a cigar and paced back and forth on the spot.He already had guesses about the other party's identity—after all, if nobles like them wanted to find a wife, they would investigate her until she was a baby.

Xerxes took a deep breath on his cigar and let out a smoke ring.

Playing this little girl trick...

He knew what such a man was.

He forgot who he was.

Su try mino Su try mino Su try mino.

There are two sets of memories in his mind, he shook his head, the memories don't merge into one like a double image.

[1]

"... This role should belong to me! But the director forcibly assigned it to Song Yanyan, ha, did he think that I didn't know that he was her boyfriend in hiding? But it doesn't matter, do you still remember the scene at the banquet the day before yesterday?" Uncle Wang? He is the investor of "Beacon", as long as there is a word from him, the heroine must be me! Ah Shi, he likes you very much, and even said that he would send you to the American Film Academy. Director?"

I know I can do it, this role will let me win the Golden Man Award in one fell swoop, and return to the front line... Don't you want your mother to be a queen? "

... Ah Shi, I am getting old, this is my last chance, you must help me! "

[2]...

He saw the prison, and heard many people laughing exaggeratedly and distortedly, slapping the iron fence with their slippers.

A strong, tall man pinned a young man to the bottom of the double bunk, tearing at his clothes—probably not a young man, and the baby fat on his face hadn't faded yet, he still looked like a big boy.With blond hair, emerald eyes, even with swollen and purple cheeks, she is still as beautiful as an angel, looking so out of place with everything around her.

All the struggles were in vain, he buried his face on the bed, sobbing softly:

"……Mother……"

The man behind him stopped and left him after a while.There were boos from outside the cell.He looked at the boy's terrified eyes and said in a low voice with no ups and downs:

"I thought of my son."

[1]

He saw his shrunken and cold body standing in the rain, looking at the face with the window down, begging the man to give his mother a chance.Give her abilities a fair shot.

How did he answer it?

"Any legal method can be used to win opportunities. No one stipulates that you can only rely on a specific ability to win, right? That's too narrow. Reality is not a game, and its mechanism is not single." He said, " I am fair and have given you the opportunity to exchange value freely."

He forgot what he said, the rain dripped from the handle of the umbrella, and his palms were cold and wet.

The man's face is no longer young, but there is a kind of coldness beyond his age. He looked at the wound on his forehead and face, and asked, "Did your mother beat you?"

"Ah."

"..."

He saw him showing pity.

He suddenly thought that when he was young, when his mother took him to meet directors, famous actors and other elders he didn't know, some of them had looked at him with similar eyes.

"Good luck, just this once."

He reached out his well-kept hand and shook his wet little hand.

……

[2]

The man asked the blond boy:

"How old are you?"

"eighteen."

"He is also eighteen this year, but he died when he was eight."

"Where's your mom?"

"...she's gone."

Beautiful things are the easiest to spoil and give birth to maggots.Ugly is like a ferocious hound, chasing its prey; beauty is fleeing in haste, carrying her gorgeous red dress, revealing her snowy ankles, but ugly is her shadow... The supreme form of happiness exists in the most painful in the fantasies of the reader.In the ugliest of situations, the purest souls are born.Reality is ugly and life is empty, so fill it with as many abstract meanings and illusory stories as possible.The vicious dog bites my ankle; I will wipe my pain with beauty.I'm tired of profit in profit, I'm tired of pomp in vanity.I fell into the dust, but I wanted to wash away the tiredness of this world.Beauty is the medicine that heals the hatred in your heart and turns thorns into lilies.

Su tried to open his eyes.

The room was pitch black, and it was still early morning.

He stood by the window, and the street floated in the dim light of the night.

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and approached the glass window like a kiss, with the cold forehead against his forehead, and exhaled white smoke half an inch away.

A drop of tear slid down the crystal-like glass mirror, wet, with some soft twists and turns.

Smoke curled up and climbed on the glass, spreading, escaping...and engulfed his face in the smoke.

Tulip Manor, Underground Palace.

"Hot...hot..."

The light in the bedroom was dimly on, but it was not for lighting, but to reflect the quiet luster of jade that seemed to flow.

On the fluffy and white lambswool carpet, there is a dark ebony pavilion.

At this time, the sound of kicking the coffin was heard.

A pale hand was caught between the coffin lid and the coffin, still groping restlessly. There was constant commotion in the coffin, as if something inside was trying to break free from the coffin's pressure...

"Master?"

The bedroom door opened, and a sleepy butler in a nightcap appeared at the door.Holding the lantern ball purely for decoration, he walked to the side of the coffin that was constantly shaking slightly, and reached out to lift the lid of the coffin...

"it's too hot--!"

Balaam grabbed the side of the coffin with one paw, scratched three marks, opened his eyes suddenly, sat up from the coffin, and startled the housekeeper.

"Freeman...the air conditioner..." There was a slight thin layer of sweat on Balan's white jade-like forehead.

Freeman touched the black gemstone inlaid on the outer wall of the coffin, looked at the projected light screen and said:

"Master, 10 degrees Celsius. You have turned the indoor temperature to the lowest."

"No, I'm hot..." Balan grabbed Freeman by the collar and panted.

Freeman took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "If you lower the temperature further, frost will form on your face."

"..."

Balaam fell back "bang" and kicked the coffin board "bang bang".

The housekeeper looked at the angry young master and said, "...please allow me to let the doctor check you up, maybe you have heatstroke."

Balaam snorted twice unhappily.

The butler looked at his pajamas and thought: This is really rude...

The first one to come was the Western physician, who used a stethoscope, took his body temperature, and scanned his eyes... He almost searched Balan's body all over, but he couldn't find the reason.The doctor said in frustration:

"Master Sisera, you are really too healthy..."

As the private doctor of the blood clan, he waited for 20 years for this opportunity to make a visit and said...

The Western doctor was sent away, but nothing was found wrong.

Now Balaam quit, and began to tear up the decorative wall curtains and pluck the carpet...

But the old butler has nothing to do with the brat he brought up with his own hands.I had no choice but to call Earl Sisera for most of the day, asking for his help——

A handsome man appeared on the light screen, with slightly long black hair hanging down to one side as he tilted his neck.The wide-necked pajamas were rolled with gorgeous ruffles, and the neckline spread out towards the two fronts, revealing a white, flat chest, and a row of silver star sequins affixed to the left of the pectoral groove.

Freeman couldn't help lowering his head: "..."

The old butler obviously has never seen such a coquettish decoration - the most he has seen is that the female guests who come to the manor sometimes put this kind of silver or gold stickers shining with beautiful stars on their foreheads, faces or necks. piece.

Count Sisera yawned and said, "Just give him a woman."

The perennially indifferent old butler looked at Count Sisera in a daze.

Count Sisera leaned against the coffin, murmured to himself with his chin in his hands:

"I didn't expect my little baby to start thinking..."

He paused and came back to his senses.

Freeman was confused: "Think...?"

Count Sisera let out a narrow laugh, stretched his waist and said:

"Don't worry about him, he will understand when he has that kind of dream twice more."

Saying that, the rather sloppy father turned off the communication on his own.

Freeman: ...What kind of dream?

But the unhappy Master Balan is still very troublesome, and the young master is obviously completely insomnia now, and it is impossible for him to let him "dream twice more".In order to prevent the unwell young master from continuing to have a bear temper, Freeman had no choice but to continue to hire a doctor.

The Chinese doctor who came this time was a frosty woman, wearing a red cheongsam, she was an oriental vampire.

She put Balan's wrist resting on the edge of the coffin to feel the pulse quietly, and then said coldly:

"I'm in love."

"... Cough, cough, cough!"

Balan, who was drinking ice water, suddenly choked. Freeman quickly took the water glass and handed him the scarf.

Balaam said with an ugly face:

"...Who are you scolding?"

The female Chinese medicine doctor said without emotion:

"Strigoi can't get an erection, so there's no other way to vent. You've been a virgin for 120 years and you've suffocated yourself. Am I clear enough?"

"...!"

Never seen such a brazen woman!

The little virgin Balan looked at him in shock.

But the female Chinese medicine doctor is too lazy to deal with such a fool who doesn't even understand his sexual needs and comes to see a doctor.

She lazily and coldly said to the butler beside her:

"Just find him some women."

How many more do I need? !

The old butler was also a little frightened, and said to himself: Is Master Balan holding back so much? !

He asked tremblingly and with difficulty:

"Excuse me, young master... how many do you want?"

Balaam said angrily, "Not interested!"

The housekeeper looked at the female Chinese medicine doctor with some helplessness.

Balan said angrily, "Don't listen to her, she's a quack! I've never, ever, never been interested in doing that kind of thing with women!"

The female doctor brushed her long hair, looked at Balan and said, "Then find someone who is interesting to you..."

A pair of phoenix eyes smiled, and then left with a wooden medicine box.

Balan, who was left behind, was stunned, and his ears were pink.

After Freeman sent the Chinese medicine doctor away, he returned to the bedroom and saw the young master lying in the coffin like a corpse.Freeman didn't know how to express his concern, so he heard Balan suddenly say:

"Freeman, I'm in love with someone."

"It's a good thing, Master Balan."

Freeman thought: You've finally got the hang of it.

"But he's a human being."

"...It's not a good thing, but if you like it, there's nothing you can do about it."

Balaam raised his hand, placed it on his eyes, and murmured softly:

"...But he doesn't like me at all."

"..."

[1] Trial perspective for Su [2] for Mino

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