Young detective case book

Those spots floated in mid-air, appearing and disappearing from time to time, like the eyes of a night owl peeping from the dark, cold, strange and malicious, its sharp and sharp beak seemed to be hidden under the branches and leaves, ready to move at any time.

Swish, swish, swish...

The dense grass under the grape trellis swayed restlessly, as if something alive was about to move.

"Crack!"——The subtle sound of dead branches breaking into the ears.

Su Ye's heart suddenly suspends, and cold sweat quickly spewed from his back. He followed the sound and looked over. In the range of his field of vision, he could only vaguely see shadows, swaying branches and leaves, and subconsciously glanced at Ou Yuchen beside him.

He walked forward calmly, as if he didn't feel anything.

Did you hear it wrong?

Su Ye quietly clenched her fists tightly, and then loosened them quietly.

Turning around another big turn, a thin light suddenly appeared in front of him, he let out a sigh of relief, he knew that the exit had finally arrived.

Walking out of the Grape Tunnel, Su Ye was stunned suddenly, and there was a glass greenhouse not far ahead, which was more than ten square meters, and the lights inside were brightly lit.

At this time, it was midnight.

In the blue sky, a few strokes of orange, red and purple are randomly outlined by the sunset, and the green felt-like lawn slowly spreads out like a scroll.The flower house stands in the middle of the lawn, like a crystal palace in a fairy tale, so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

He suddenly realized that the white spot of light he saw in the grape tunnel turned out to be the light of the glass greenhouse through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

But is there anything hiding in the grass?Forcefully suppressing the anxiety and fear in her heart, Suye told herself not to be too sensitive.

Touching the corners of his beautifully curved mouth in a happy mood, Ou Yuchen said with a smile: "This grape ditch is very long, right? Grandpa likes to make wine by himself, so he grafted many grapes, and many varieties were airlifted back from abroad. When I was a child Hanyue and I often hide in it... Ah, you haven't seen Hanyue yet, have you? You'll know later that she's just a wild boy, crazy all day long, and has a completely different personality from her aunt " He blinked playfully, emphasizing with deep meaning, "It's much easier to get along with than my aunt."

Zhang Hanyue - Su Ye knew that she was her aunt's daughter, six months older than herself, and also Ou Yuchen's fiancée.

Although his tone was reproachful, Suye could hear the intimacy inside.

It seems that this marriage where everyone gets what they need will be very happy. Grandpa is not wishful thinking.

Ou Yuchen proudly pushed Suye into the greenhouse.

It's like wandering into a plant paradise by mistake.

The roof and walls are covered with green vines, and as far as the eye can see, there is a sea of ​​flowers: emerald spider plants, round green bells, delicate and lovely spiderworts, white lilies as jade, and gorgeous chrysanthemums. Hibiscus, refreshing jasmine, golden chrysanthemum, blue pansy...

The heights are scattered, the flowers are blooming like brocades, like dreams and illusions.Su Ye felt dazed, and had the illusion of being in Alice's dream wonderland.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Ou Yuchen said proudly.

Suye didn't make a sound, but his lingering eyes showed his thoughts.

"Uncle Chen is a very capable gardener. Hanyue and I often come to help when we are free. Every time I walk in here, my mood will become better, as if I have entered a fairyland in a fairy tale." Ou Yuchen pointed to the left In front, he asked with a smile, "Do you recognize that flower?"

The slender flower stems climbing on the flower stand, the green calyx at the top supports the delicate and weak white petals, and the goose yellow stamens are surrounded, like a delicate and graceful wandering girl.But in the strife in a room, it is actually not conspicuous.

"Qiangwei." Suye murmured.

"Have you ever heard of the legend of roses? It's very romantic." Ou Yuchen tilted his head slightly, with a gorgeous and proud face, and a bright smile on his face, which made people almost unable to open their eyes. Say nothing.

Staring at the flowers with interest, Ou Yuchen narrated in a contemptuous tone, "Once upon a time there was a prince who had a big and beautiful back garden.

Every flower in the garden is cultivated by the prince with care, and every flower can only belong to a different person.

Little Rose was born here.From the time she was a little bud, it was the prince who looked after her.

Under the meticulous care of the prince, she poked her head out of the green room cautiously, looking at the world and him happily.

The prince always looked at her with a smile.The moment she stared at him, from his eyes, Little Qiangwei understood that her whole life belonged to him.

Little Qiangwei grew up day by day, and she appeared in front of the prince with the most beautiful appearance every day.And the prince is always smiling, watering her, dressing her up, and sheltering her from the wind and rain.The flowers in the garden are in full bloom, for their master, for the heart that loves them.

One night, Little Qiangwei was surprised to find that there was a beautiful rosebud beside her.The rose that has not yet been born is so outstanding, so graceful-she is the flower that belongs to the prince, the unique rose in the world.

The prince's affection opened the buds of the little rose.She bloomed her beauty petal by petal, and the tired stamen rubbed the silky petals; she smiled slightly, so calm and elegant; her fragrance diffused in the wind, and her petals swayed with happiness .The prince was overwhelmed the moment he saw her—what a beautiful flower!

Little Qiangwei also looked at her new neighbor sweetly.

The two flowers soon became good friends who talked about everything.When the prince came to the garden again, he was again moved by the beauty of the roses in the morning light.

He still watered Little Rose, dressed her up, and sheltered her from the wind and rain, but his eyes lingered more on Rose, and more of his tenderness was given to Rose.

Little Qiangwei always looks at the innocent and pure Rose silently, crying alone in the night wind.There is nothing wrong with the rose, she blooms for the prince, and she is not wrong, she blooms for the prince; the prince is also right, he still takes good care of her, but he likes roses more.

He didn't understand how sensitive and fragile Qiangwei was.I don't understand that only his all love can support her life.

Elaborate grooming can no longer conceal the gradual drying up of her life.That day, after watching him leave affectionately, she turned around, looked at the blooming roses, and said faintly: "Rose, I'm leaving."He is very good to me, always so considerate; he thinks he loves me and has me, but he loves you in his consciousness, only I can see, without all his love, I am living But today.I just hope that he can be happy without me.Rose, bloom your beauty well, for the prince and for me, okay? '

Rose cried: "But, but he is yours, you are his, isn't that enough?"He loves you too...'

Rose didn't finish speaking, because she saw the rose flower falling down, with a slight smile and a touch of sadness on her face.

The next day, when the prince came to the garden, all he saw were fallen roses and roses with tears in his eyes (ps: The legend of roses was taken from the Internet, unfortunately, the original creator could not be found). "