Her Sniper

I really can't see Derek like this. The housekeeper sighed and took advantage of his rare softening attitude to persuade him again: "master, you can see clearly that it's Miss Wen, not Mrs. Joyce, and you can't send her a coat now."

Instead of getting angry, or even throwing things hysterically, Derek just lowered his gray head and admitted in a very painful voice, "do you think I really don't know?"

The housekeeper was stunned, and then asked in disbelief: "then why do you have to go to such a big trouble?"

"as like as two peas in the world, no one can replace Joyce, but it is not necessary to think about it, but even breathing is a torment." Derek didn't know whether it was because he didn't get sick or because he calmed down temporarily. He actually admitted the fact that Joyce had passed away.

The housekeeper was surprised and thought that this was probably due to Wen Shishi. Her arrival made Derek, who had been living in one third of his acre, have to look beyond his inner world.

But it was not enough for Derek to be sober. He continued, "I can't live in a world without Joyce. So when I first saw a picture of Winston, I told myself that I must bring this incarnation of Joyce to my side."

Knowing nothing about Derek's psychological state and changes, Wen Shishi stood in the corridor for a while and felt bored. Then she walked into the garden again. The servant who was arranged by the housekeeper to watch her nearby kept a close distance with her.

Wen Shishi is aware of this, but she doesn't pay attention to it. Now she really just wants to take a walk.

The roses at night are not as delicate as those in the daytime. Most of them have quietly closed their petals and slept on the branches. Wen Shishi, with a light step, passes by the middle path, only to find a strange place in the flowers, where the branches are bare and seem to have been roughly cut off.

This is not quite right. You should know that Derek regards these roses as treasures. Even when he is preparing for the wedding, he is careful when picking flowers, for fear of hurting the flowers. He is a kind of person with some compulsive tendencies, and will not allow such imperfections.

As for other people in the manor, the housekeeper would never pick flowers, while the servants had no courage to do so, so the one who cut the branches bare could only be an outsider.

Who would it be? Wen Shishi first ruled out Alexander. If it was him, he would have rushed in to find the right talent as he did last time, instead of leaving such a hint. This is too not in line with his outsider personality, people who will do so should be the kind of mind is very delicate.

Such a person, Wen Shishi happens to know one, and the relationship is very close, that is Mr. sniper.

Suddenly, she felt nervous. In this quiet night, Wen Shishi clearly heard her heart beat. She began to look around the rose bush carefully and unnoticed, because if Mr. sniper really found here to help her out, she would leave a clue.

Mr. sniper is such a person, even if he may not be found, even if it may be superfluous, but as long as there is one in ten thousand hope, he can't help trying.

Sure enough, Wen found something in the soil near the root of the rose bush that shouldn't exist here.

It was a button the size of a stone. Lying on his back, it slightly reflected the warm moonlight. The style should have fallen from a man's shirt, which made Wen Shishi's dim eyes suddenly light up.

She picked up the button very quickly and held it in her hand. She knew that she would never mistake Mr. sniper's things. What's more, she bought the shirt for Mr. sniper after a thousand choices. The design of the button is very distinctive. Similar clothes, let alone in Britain, are rarely found in China.

Mr. sniper knows her situation and location, and probably has come to the manor to inquire about the news. This recognition makes Wen Shishi re ignite hope. She has a heart to heart with him, and immediately realizes that this button is a signal that he makes her wait at ease.

For a moment, she was sure that after she found the backbone, she could be calm without pretending. She never doubted Mr. sniper's ability. As long as he wanted to do something, she could do it.

There was no need to take a walk to relax. She picked a few roses near the flowers where she found the button as a cover, and then took them back to the room. She put the flowers in the empty vase beside the bed, and she regarded them as a projection of hope to be rescued.

Before the rose withers, Mr. sniper will come to save Wen Shishi. They will go home to see the baby together.

After confirming that Wen Shishi had no intention to leave the room again, the servants didn't stop work. They kept in mind the task assigned by the housekeeper and didn't go until dawn. They told him everything they saw and heard in the garden."Miss Wen didn't do anything unusual or talk to herself. She just walked around the rose bushes and picked some flowers. If there's something wrong, it's that after picking roses, she's feeling visibly better. "

The housekeeper smelled that something was wrong. He frowned and wondered, "is it just because of the rose?"

The servants looked at each other for a moment, and they all felt that except for roses, Wen Shishi could not touch anything at that time, so they all said in one voice, "yes, there are only roses there."

According to the housekeeper's understanding of Wen Shishi during this period, he thinks that she is a strong and obstinate woman. She is not only indifferent to Derek's excellent conditions, but also quite indifferent to oil and salt. Besides leaving here, she doesn't show any preference for anything.

It's incredible that such a person has a special love for roses. Is she really the embodiment of Mrs. Joyce, as Derek said?

In broad daylight, the housekeeper could not help shivering. He thought of some ghost stories related to the upper body of the ghost.

Realizing that he would become suspicious like the master if he continued to think like this, the housekeeper forced himself to stop divergent thinking, and he decided to believe what the servants said.

Near noon, the housekeeper took the servant to the garden to pick out the most beautiful roses. After pruning them, he tied them into a handful and gave them to derrick. He saw the bare flower branch, but thought it was a masterpiece of Wen's poetry. He just looked at it and let it go.