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The sun shines through the light green gauze, shining brightly in the room. Rousang opened her eyes, feeling relaxed and happy. The room is empty, with high ceilings, depicting pictures that tell religious stories, and angel wings seem to be slowly descending from the sky. In the morning light, the pale green gauze was somewhat transparent and swollen, as if it wanted to tell something. She froze suddenly, realizing that this was a strange place, how could she be in such a strange room?
She jumped off the bed, stood on the cold red lacquered wood floor, grabbed the gauze hanging on the floor, it was a white classical shutter, opened it, and saw ancient but vibrant banyan trees and oak trees outside the window There is also a bodhi tree, and farther away is the misty Pearl River. Only then did she confirm that she was on the sandy surface with beautiful scenery.
After she got dressed, she heard a knock on the door and opened the door. Watson was wearing white casual clothes and appeared at the door with a smile: "morning!"
"Watson, why are you?"
"You are my precious guest."
"how¡¡"
"It seems that you really drank too much last night. Last night, I saw a few ladies who needed someone to take you home, so I waited for you all the time. Later, I sent you and Heixue away. If you said you couldn't go home, I would I invited you to my house. Did you really forget all about it?"
"It seems that I, Hei Xue, lives here?"
"Of course, this is my bedroom, which was occupied by you. I slept in the office all night."
"Is this really the case? Then, what about Kuroyuki?"
"She went to worship at a nearby church."
"Why didn't you go?"
"I asked God, and he allowed me to stay and make you breakfast."
"sky!"
Watson took Rousang to the dining room, poured milk for her, and toasted bread immediately. He said: "I like to eat freshly baked bread. It's hot, crispy and fragrant. Try it."
Rousang looked at the room: "Is this your house? Is it Nordic style? Those pillars and pictures?"
"It's not my house, I just live here. The pillars and pictures you see are in the Nordic style, and some of the pictures were added by me."
"Why do you live here?"
"I work here."
"Oh, I see. You are a diplomat? This area is the consulate district."
Watson laughed, as a default.
"I always thought you were a college student, and you would go to the bar to speculate when you were free."
"Do you think I'm not mature enough?"
"I think you are very young. Besides, your music is great! Knowing your true identity, I think you are a mysterious and romantic person."
"Do you like mysterious and romantic men? Like Wang Ying."
Rousang said, "Why do you say that?"
"Actually, I want to see if I have the ability to make a girl who pretends to be someone else fall in love with me again."
Rousang felt a little embarrassed: "What are you talking about!"
"Please forgive me, dear Rousang, I have been waiting for you silently, I have been waiting for you for a long time, you don't know how careful I am with you, you are like a porcelain doll, I hold you carefully"
"Watson, you are a very gentlemanly man. I like Danish culture very much and appreciate your temperament."
"Thank you! If you are here today, I will have the opportunity to let you know more about me, ok?"
"No, I have to go to work."
"Honey, you don't have to go to work today because it's Sunday."
"Ah, I forgot."
Watson watched Rousang eat, helping her cut a slice of ham from time to time. Rousang was a little embarrassed: "Watson, why do you look like a father?"
Watson blushed: "In my hometown, a man takes care of a woman just like a father takes care of his daughter."
When Rousang thought about it, she always thought who Watson looked like. It turned out that he looked like the American movie star Robert Redford when he was young, that is, Robert Redford when he played "The Love of the Past", with clear eyes like a child.
"Watson, just now you said that you painted some of the paintings on the wall?"
"Don't you believe it?"
"I have no idea."
"In my motherland, oil painting appeared in the fifteenth century. Painting and music are great pleasures in most people's lives. After you finish your breakfast, I will take you to my studio, okay?"
Rousang nodded with bread in her mouth.
After breakfast, Rousang didn't wake up.?Still sitting like that, motionless, in a trance. This is somewhat similar to her state when writing poems, looking at the real picture, but not hearing the real sound, all the sounds come from dreams, the feeling of lightness rising, the feeling in mid-air, childhood memories, autumn scenery, the earth The fragrance of the road, the openness of the road, and a touch of sadness¡ª¡ª
Where is the scarecrow?
Scarecrow
I want to say goodbye to you!
That piece of fragrant land
left to you
except you
who has more rights
Have a fruitful territory?
Where is the scarecrow?
What kind of car will I take?
My horse is tired
The person who leads me holds his head high
The road is bright
Shining far away
This poem was written when she was a girl.
Why did the sadness of the girlhood faintly come to my heart again? In fact, at that time, she might really be waiting for someone who could take her away, she hoped he came from far away, so his horse was exhausted; he came for her, so he held his head high And she, she is just a confused girl, blinded by the sunshine on the road, not knowing where she came from, nor where she is going, the intuitive choice seems to have no choice, let her The song of fate fluctuates, and the dream takes me to the place where I should go
Is it because the man with the head held high really appeared, and he was really going to take her away. From then on, she bid farewell to her virginity, bid farewell to all fairy tales, and entered the real destiny, another gentle dreamland?
Watson came back, like a cute child, jumping around lightly, holding the white bouquet in his hand and appearing in front of Rousang. Small and pure white flowers are densely packed, like a ball of white light. The fragrance that was faintly present at the beginning is suddenly as thick as a cloud, wrapping the soft mulberry that is full of thoughts. Her eyes are narrowed, and she breathes heavily. The chest rises and falls sharply. She stood up and stretched her slender and supple limbs to hold the flower, the fragrant light.
Watson's hand took hers, and his tall body slowly fell over her, until it fell to the red floor reflecting the soft sky light. Being held by him, she couldn't help but lower her body, her head was raised, his breath was blowing on her face, and she had to close her eyes.
"Dear Rousang, marry me, will you? Marry me!"
His voice seemed to come from far away, but his gray-green eyes were gentle and bright, like glaciers reflecting the forest, where she could fly (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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