Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yun Si: "What?"

Taosheng's leaves curled up and she whispered, "It's okay."

"In short, he just did what he was supposed to do. Don't think too much about my relationship with him."

"Anyway, I have nothing to do with him."

It has a dull tone.

Yun Si paused for a moment.

This tone.

Something is obviously wrong.

She looked at the small peach tree in the distance, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Well, I won't think too much about it."

"Then what else do you need me to do for you now?"

Taosheng: "I"

It seemed to have thought of something all of a sudden and hesitated to speak.

"Si Si, or...if you have a chance to meet Jiu Ge's mother"

"Can you let her come and see me?"

"There are some things I want to tell her."

Yun Si nodded, "Okay, if there is a chance, I will convey it to you."

"I'm leaving?"

Taosheng hummed softly.

"Goodbye Sisi."

Yun Si slightly raised her lips, "Goodbye."

"...By the way, remember to work hard. I hope you will grow up soon and transform successfully."

Taosheng: "."

for a moment,

It felt like it had been poked where it hurt.

After the red figure in the distance disappeared,

The vibrant little peach tree returns to silence,

Under the tree, the man in black's eyes trembled slightly.

The subtle changes were hidden under the face that had been pale for thousands of years, and no one noticed it.

He looked at the little peach tree quietly, his fingers silently retracted,

silence,

Silent silence.

Still guarding his peach tree, never leaving.

in the sun,

The small peach tree is full of green and has delicate branches and buds.

But in his eyes, there was desolation,

Silently, he didn't move for a long time.

The posthumous peach grove,

A man in black is sitting among the petals in the sky,

Deathly and lonely.

# The eighth small world #

early morning,

The bright sunshine shines down from the bamboo windows, bringing a cool breeze and the fragrant fragrance in the courtyard.

Beside the bamboo window, a piece of yellowish rice paper is placed on a desk carved from fine pear wood.

Several budding peach blossoms are outlined on the rice paper. The brushwork is delicate, elegant and delicate.

Next to the rice paper, there is an inkstone, a few brushes in the pen holder, and the fine inkstone.

In the porcelain pot by the window, there is a delicate pearl plum growing towards the sun, beautiful and gentle.

inside the house,

Under the red gauze curtain, the fragrance curled up from the incense burner and filled the air.

In front of the dressing table inlaid with tortoiseshell shells, a pair of hands as soft as water slowly combed her long hair.

In the diamond-flowered bronze mirror, the face reflected in it is fragrant and delicate, more beautiful than flowers.

On the creamy skin, a pair of peach blossom eyes as moist as autumn shears, full, beautiful and delicate,

Just like the most pitiful plain pear blossom among thousands of flowers, its every smile is touching.

The maid standing behind her who was helping with her makeup saw her face reflected in the mirror.

Even though I often see her, I can't help but be amazed by her.

"Miss, you are so beautiful," she said.

In the mirror, the beautiful woman sitting seemed to curl her lips and smile.

The lips are like red roses, and the smile is charming,

The delicate voice is like a lark, which makes people unable to help but be intoxicated.

"How beautiful is it?"

Qiu Li was stunned when he saw it, "She's as beautiful as a fairy."

The beauty pursed her lips and smiled softly, "Qiu Li, you are so cute."

Qiu Li's face suddenly turned red, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

"Little miss, don't make fun of me."