Chapter 108 There are flowers that can't be broken

No matter how slow you are, there are times when you understand.

Since I drank the strange soup that day, I also drank this at other times. Red silk was aware of whether something had happened.

The master usually doesn't let her go out, saying that if the plague is rampant outside, it will be difficult to cure it, so the red silk has been in the house since the day she comes back, lying on the table all day, painting and chatting.

Yesterday, she had a whim. Maybe at noon, she opened the door to go to the kitchen to make a delicious meal for the master. She thought that the master was busy with medical treatment and must not have time to have a good meal. Even her usual food was casual. She didn't expect that the scene after she opened the door was unimaginable. .

If it hadn't been for what she saw with her own eyes, how could she have thought that this was just renovated half a year ago, and now...

She couldn't tell where the road in front of her was going. She groped to find the route of the kitchen. She opened the door but was the master who was cooking. The red silk looked at his back and wanted to scare him. She hid in the window and squatted down, secretly counted the beats, and guessed that when she was about to come, she would come out of the window.

She waited for a long time, but the master didn't come over. He showed a pair of eyes to see what the master was doing.

It seemed that she was washing something. She was a little confused about why the things washed out of the water bowl were all black, just like... mud.

Maybe I was dazzled. I rubbed my eyes and looked closer. Is it sweet potatoes?

Red silk lost patience, stood up from the window, walked directly to the door, leaned against the door and looked at Dr. Yun from afar, and exclaimed strangely, "Master, what are you washing?" He blinked his eyes mischievously, "Is it sweet potatoes?"

The porcelain bowl in his hand fell in a straight line with the call of the red silk, and finally fell to pieces unbearably.

"Master! What's wrong with you?"

Dr. Yun was infatuated for a while, and immediately squatted down and picked up the things on the ground one after another. Because of the panic, his hands could not care about the fragments on the ground at all. His fingers were also cut by the fragments and several scars, and the blood oozed out of the flesh.

"Master." The red silk clearly saw the brown tendons on the ground, which seemed to be the roots of the tree.

Dr. Yun was silent, changed a porcelain bowl, and began to wash it again. The action is like a clockwork, stiff and rigid, lifeless like a dying person.

The red silk couldn't help it anymore, and tears gushed out of my eyes. "Master, what's going on? Don't scare me. What's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why is it like this outside? Are we all going to die?"

"Shut up!" The roar was something she had never heard before, like the lightning roaring in the sky, short but shocking enough.

The red silk was stunned and speechless. Such a master feels so strange.

Tonight is the only dinner she and her master these days. What she eats is what she saw at noon. It tastes strange, as hard as wood. She knows that these are simply wood, but in order not to worry the master, she still swallowed the big bowl of wood in her hand with a smile. It is.

At the end of a meal, the master finally talked to her. This is what she has been looking forward to for a long time. She hasn't said a word to her since the master scolded her at noon. Now she is both afraid and expectant.

"Tomorrow, you can leave here and follow the carriage and leave together." His eyes were very dark, like the bowl of muddy water overturned at noon.

The bowl of disgusting wood was still floating in the red silk mouth, resisting the discomfort in his stomach, and shaking his head to object, "Master, don't you want me?"

"Don't you want to know what happened? OK, let me tell you, I like someone else and will marry her the day after tomorrow, so I just want to drive you away quickly now, lest you ruin my affairs." After saying a word, he sighed slightly.

"Puff." She couldn't help laughing and said, "Master, this joke is funny."

He slowly frowned at a hill, and there were many gullies in the middle, as if swearing the anger in his heart, revealing the blue veins of dissatisfaction. "I'm not kidding." He said, "You know, I won't joke about this kind of thing."

She said stubbornly, "Even if it's true, I won't leave. I said I would follow you." Moreover, she doesn't believe that this will be true. In her heart, Dr. Yun is an upright man. He can't ignore the master easily because of his children's personal affairs. Besides, he once said that he liked himself, and he also said that if he likes it, it would be a lifelong thing, and it can't be faked.

With so much evidence in her hand, how can she believe such a ridiculous lie?

She saw that the gully between his eyebrows did not decrease, but gathered more and more. She stretched out her fingers to help him smooth them one by one. She smiled gently, "Master, you can't always frown. You are old and it's easy to have wrinkles. You said that if you have a lot of wrinkles in the future, how can I eat at you?"

Her joke slowly eased his mood, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes were also relaxed. She nodded with satisfaction, "Look, how beautiful such a master is. Master, take back what you just said. Although I won't believe it, I'm a woman. You haven't heard the saying that it's difficult for villains and women to raise. I will be jealous and jealous."

At this time, she smiled like a beautiful woman who was boating with him on Xiaoxiang Lake that year. She was arrogant, like a rose with thorns all over her body, but despite this, others wanted to take a look and caress it. Even if she was stung, she felt that life would have no regrets. At that time, he thought that they were all fools and didn't have long-brained playboys at all. He thought that if he had never done this, he would not be like this. He would sink into a woman. No matter how good-looking he was, he would not fall into it.

But now he regretted that the rose had no thorns at him at all. She was docile like a peach blossom, sometimes twisted, sometimes complained a few words, and sometimes showed the shyness of a young woman, and her beauty was not like a mortal.

Now the flower has finally turned into a butterfly. It has grown to be the most beautiful, and it is unique and only opens for himself. If he does not pick the flower, he will only face the fate of withering. This flower is stubborn, delicate and beautiful.

However, he is no longer her beloved. If he picks the flower, she can only face the end of withering. If he raises the flower well and gives her to the person who really appreciates her in the future, it will not waste the energy she has spent on flowering over the years.

"Red silk, you have to understand that the world is changing rapidly. If you don't believe it, I will let you see Jono tomorrow. In the days when you are not here, she and I have already..."