[Pattern] Fragrance of loneliness

"Sister, what are you doing?" A six or seven-year-old boy with natural curly hair was dragged forward by a girl who was older than him.

"I promised my mother to watch over you, so you have to follow me all day today, don't even think about running away!" Tsubaki was stronger than the boy, and he held the boy's hand indisputably.

"I don't want to go to Fujitang's house, I'm a man who has nothing to talk to you two girls!" Si bent his legs and tried to use his own weight to hold Tsubaki, as if he was going to tug-of-war with his sister, but the rope used for tug-of-war It is also the Secretary himself.

The small wrist was pinched red, but Si was still dragged forward by Tsubaki.

"Master Daoming Temple!" Chun stopped suddenly, but the strength in his hands did not decrease a bit, "Don't think that I don't know what you want to do! Haven't you caused enough trouble this month? Don't be too arrogant !" Chun kicked over with a roundabout kick, kicking Si to the ground.

"How can I?!" Si muttered softly, covering his face, but couldn't say a word of rebuttal.His face was a little swollen, it hurt so much, Si thought, but it seemed like he couldn't get angry, because he was used to being kicked.

After this kick, Si obviously calmed down a lot. Although there was still 1 reluctance on his face, he could only obediently follow Chun.

Get in the car, the car drove to Fujido's house, Fujido's family had an only daughter, Fujido Shizuka, who is a close friend of Tsubaki of Daoming Temple, two years younger than Tsubaki, and Tsubaki got along very well, probably because they are very beautiful, smart and bold girl.

In Si's eyes, Fujido Jing is still a gentler girl, at least a hundred times gentler than Tsubaki, but this does not mean that she is willing to go to Fujido's house.He was supposed to go out with Ximen and Meizuo today, but he wasn't bragging, he was the man of the children, that is, the king.But now he has to be suppressed by his sister to go to Fujitang's house. If Ximen and Misaku find out, where will he save his face?

While Si was complaining in his heart that the good day was no longer good, the car had already arrived at Fujido's house.

After opening the car door, Tsubaki pulled the driver out of the car again.

"Sister! Don't pull me, I will go by myself!" Si shook his hands vigorously, wondering what it looked like.

Chun let go of the restraint on him, and chuckled lightly: "Hmph, I'm relieved now that I'm here, I don't believe you can still run."

Si made a face at Tsubaki, "Go and ring the doorbell."

The housekeeper came out and told Tsubaki that Jing was not at home today.

"Then where did she go?"

The housekeeper said: "Miss Jing went to Huaze Mansion this morning, and she will probably come back in the evening."

"Okay, I see." Tsubaki said.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Chun."

Si looked at Tsubaki's disappointed face when he was told by the housekeeper that Fujido Shizuka was not there, and his heart burst into laughter, "What do we do now? The master is not at home, should I be let go?" Si said, Jumped into the car, said to the driver: "Go to Ximen and the others!"

"You have a good idea!" Chun got into the car and said to the driver, "Go to Hua Ze's house."

"Yes, Miss Tsubaki."

Si Qi didn't call, "What are you doing! Why do you have to find Fujido! Can't you let me play?"

"How about I just not let you have fun today!" Tsubaki said, domineeringly making Si speechless.

My stomach is full of curses and grievances, and there is only one word "hum" left in my throat.

The Daomingsi family and the Huazawa family have been friends for generations, but Si has never been to Huazawa's house, and Tsubaki only occasionally goes, for example, to Huazawa's house to find Fujido Jing.

"Didn't you say that the girls Jing and I have no common language? It just so happens that Huaze's family has a boy who is the same age as you, you can play with him." Tsubaki said with a smile, obviously thinking that there is nothing better than this thing.

Si turned his head out of the window with disdain, "I don't play with little kids."

"Tch, aren't you still a brat?"

"Whispering!" Si snorted.

The Huaze family is one of the largest trading companies in the world, on par with the Daoming Temple family.But I heard that the only son of their family, Hua Zelei, is a silent and boring person. This is one of the reasons why Si never went to Hua Ze's house. He is not interested in lifeless people.

The car stopped in front of the huge black European-style iron gate, and said to the intercom: "Hi, I'm the Daomingsi family."

With a bang, the iron gate opened, and the car drove forward. On both sides of the broad road was an endless sea of ​​flowers. The colorful flowers exuded a charming fragrance. The flowers reflected in the spring and the sky became bluer than usual. Birds The son sang sweet songs on the tree, and the melodious tune made people feel better.

Looking at the boundless sea of ​​flowers outside the window, Si forgot to breathe in amazement.

"How about it, isn't it beautiful?" Tsubaki's voice sounded from behind Si.Si hurriedly sat upright, put on a look of "this is nothing special", and said, "It's so-so."

Chun didn't say much, and if she said too much, Si would turn his back on him and turn his back on others. Si's carelessness had already been clearly understood by Chun, a sister, and in her words, she was like a dead duck. Hard talk!And also arrogant.

After driving for a long time, a beige building appeared in front of me, like the castle of His Royal Highness in a fairy tale, it is indeed the world-renowned Huaze family.

"Miss Chun, Master Si, we're here." The driver said to them with respect.

Chun and Si got out of the car, and was greeted by a housekeeper at the door, "Ms. Chun, Master Si, please come in." The housekeeper was wearing a white shirt, black tuxedo, bow tie, and a white square on his arm. Towel, bow to Tsubaki and Si.

"Miss Chun must have come to look for Miss Jing, Miss Jing is on the second floor, please follow me."

"Go up, I'll walk around by myself." Daoming Sisi said, without any intention of going upstairs.

Chun also followed him, forgiving that he couldn't do anything in the Huaze family business, nodded and followed the housekeeper upstairs.

Another servant brought refreshments to greet Si, and Si sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking like an all-powerful old man, his small body had to pretend to be an adult, which was a bit funny and cute.

"Where's your young master?" Tsubaki asked the housekeeper when he went up to the second floor, but there was no sign of Hua Zelei.

"Master is reading in the garden."

Chun nodded, turned to the lobby on the second floor, saw his friend playing the piano there, and walked in with a smile.

Daoming Temple Secretary was in the living room on the first floor, chewing handmade cakes, gulping down the black tea in the cup, feeling bored, and the servants kept asking what Ming Temple Secretary needed and didn't want, and the Secretary felt annoyed, so he just sent the next Everyone quit drinking and wandered around by themselves.Compared with his own home, Huaze's home is really not fun at all. He fiddled with the furnishings in the house, flipped through the books on the bookshelf, and lacked interest.

Daoming Temple Secretary didn't plan to go upstairs to have a look. There were Fujitang Jing, his sister, and the taciturn only son of the Huaze family upstairs. Compared with the first floor, the upstairs seemed even more boring.

Suddenly thinking of the five-color flower sea in front of the door just now, I want to go there and have a look.

The director of Daoming Temple ran out of the door and walked towards the sea of ​​flowers.

The gentle breeze enveloped the fragrance of the flowers, the green silk wicker swayed with the wind, and the soft sunlight brushed warmly on his face like cotton, making Si smile involuntarily.

He never knew that spring can be so beautiful.

His home has a dinner gallery that can accommodate 200 people at the same time, a high-end game room like a professional billiard game hall, and the most luxurious music and dance floor in Tokyo, but it has never had a sea of ​​spring flowers.

The temperature of the golden light beam falling on the body is completely different from the temperature in the air-conditioned room. Listening to the singing of the birds, there is a trace of clean smell like white clouds in the wind. If you smell it carefully, you can smell a kind of No special fragrance, not like any perfume, very light, but very special.

The Secretary promised that he had never smelled it before.

Walking into the sea of ​​flowers, you can see butterflies with different patterns flying among the flowers. Their colorful wings are flapping, fluttering and flashing with chic splendor, like smart notes in the sun, playing an intoxicating movement.

Si felt that the special fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose became slightly clearer.

Walking along there, Si actually came to the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

In fact, to be precise, it is just a break point in the sea of ​​flowers, not the end.

This is a circular open space, with a huge camphor tree in the center, which shades the land below. The land is covered with emerald green grass, mixed with the smell of grass from the soil.The open space is surrounded by dense flowers. If you don't pass through the surrounding flowers, you won't be able to find this open space.

To Si's surprise, there was a person under the tree.

He is a child as white as snow.

A pure white shirt and white overalls, and a pair of white leather shoes on his feet.One sleeve of the jacket was rolled up, revealing the slender wrist, the palm was very white, as gentle and flawless as suet jade.Si lowered his head and looked at his palms, which were rough due to the wild fights.

A thick book covered the child's face, preventing Si from seeing the person's appearance.With such a short distance, Si could conclude that the special fragrance that guided him here just now came from this person.

The secretary dared not wake the man up.

But it's also like seeing what that person looks like.

He hesitated for a long time, as if he had made up his mind.Si crept closer to the child, and the slight rustling sound of shoes stepping on the grass seemed to be amplified several times at the moment.

Si paused several times for fear that the person would wake up, but luckily the person didn't notice it, maybe he was the only one who felt the sound of rubbing against the grass was loud.

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☆, childhood