Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Chapter 1714: Rose Manor (20)

  Chapter 1714 Rose Manor (20)

  Subconsciously, he glanced at the clock hanging in the distance, "It's only nine o'clock, sir, is he asleep?"

   "Yes, sir seems a bit tired tonight."

  The servant thought about it and had to say this.

   Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why people who used to go to bed in the early morning suddenly start to go to bed early now.

   "..." Uncle Wang stopped and looked at the documents he was holding.

"All right."

   If you can’t disturb, then you can only do it early the next morning.

   "By the way, my husband also said that no one should wake him up tomorrow morning."

  The servant suddenly added, "Sir, he said he knows what to do, and he will get up when he should."

  “…” is getting weirder.

  Uncle Wang looked upstairs.

  …

  …

  …

  …

  …

   is a dream.

  In the dream, it was also raining.

   The rain is not heavy, but it is not small.

   Just like in reality, it is a little heavier than the drizzle, so that people have to hold an umbrella.

  At this moment, it is daytime.

  The outside of the villa is still shrouded in raindrops, and the beautiful and delicate roses sway silently in the sound of rain.

  The strong floral fragrance was mixed in the rain, and finally faded.

  The lighter it is, the more you can smell the faint fragrance.

   Floating in mid-air, shuttling among the branches and leaves of flowers.

  Like a naughty kitten, rolling around, not restless at all.

   This time, when the man who had fallen into the dream opened his eyes again, he was on his own bed.

  The surrounding environment is bright, and the sound of rain is clear and vivid.

  It's so real that people can't tell whether it's a dream or reality. The environment seems real and fake, and it's hard to tell.

   But the person lying on the bed seemed to be able to tell the difference.

  He seems to know that this is in a dream.

   It was raining outside, and he got up while leaning on a cane.

   The pace didn't stop for almost a moment.

   Probably in a hurry, when going downstairs, her already limping steps were so fast that she even staggered and bumped a bit.

   There was a slight sound at the ankle bone, as if it had been twisted.

   A severe tingling sensation came, so strong that it didn't seem like a dream at all.

   But this is a dream. In the dream, there is no one.

   No servants, no housekeeper... nothing but him.

  The gentle and noble man didn't even wear shoes.

   After twisting his foot, he looked a little embarrassed and his face was a little pale.

  Stepping on the cold tiled floor with bare feet, the pain and the cold bone sensation hit him, as if thousands of thin needles were piercing the soles of his feet, the pain was severe.

  He held on to the railing of the stairs with some strength, his joints were glowing with strong white, supporting his body.

   It was still raining outside, and he took every step, staggering.

   Stumbled and ran outside.

   Even the crutches that are always in hand have been thrown away, and it is too late to pick them up.

   The rain outside is still moderate, with no sign of stopping.

  When the cold raindrops hit his body, his thin clothes were quickly soaked.

  The cold air pricked the skin, it was indescribably cold.

  The endless sea of ​​flowers, wandering under the cold rain, is still blooming gorgeously without losing its color.

  Grey sky, dark clouds, everything is so bleak.

  Only the delicate and charming rose is always warm and bright, like a wanton fire, burning up the entire land.

   brings endless warmth.

  The stumbling man, with bare feet, stepped into the mud.

  The jet-black mud spots polluted him, and the utter coldness of his body seemed to dissipate in the rain, leaving nothing but embarrassment.

  (end of this chapter)

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