the rainy season is over

Chapter 170 The Love Between the North and the South (20)

"Hall Master, look at it yourself." Xiao Xu handed the telescope to her.

Put the flowers in the eyes by mistake——

In an instant, a trace of puzzlement flashed across the little face.A question immediately flashed in my heart, what does the young master want to use rose petals for?

She watched carefully, not letting go of any of his subtle movements and expressions.

She is so eager to see him... Now, she can only look at him from a distance.

But in this way, if I can see him for the rest of my life, it's... enough.

He carefully plucked a petal from a blooming rose and put it in a basket, and then plucked a petal from another rose.

Repeatedly like this, but never pick the same petal from the same flower.

"How long has the young master been picking here?"

"After coming here for a while, I talked to the old man and came over to pick the flowers. It's just very strange. If a flower farmer asks someone to pick flowers, it shouldn't be picked like Master Ruoxi. There is no economic efficiency at all." .” Xiao Xu’s words also reveal puzzlement.

"Indeed, no one would invite such a person to pick roses... Be careful!" Suddenly, Hua Cuo'er yelled and frowned, because she saw that Tang Ruoxi had been pricked by roses.

It is true that roses have thorns.

The young master has never done this job, so he will definitely hurt his hands from stabbing, and he still has to play the piano at night, how can it be?

"Chen..." She clenched her fist involuntarily. She planned to ask someone to help, but she couldn't.She remembered the old man's explanation before he left.It doesn't involve life, so don't help casually...

Hour by hour passed, and the sun became more and more intense.

At this time, the flower farmer came out, gave him some hats, and said a few more words.He just shook his head and continued doing the same thing for a while.

This is endless, how long will he do it? !

Hua Cuo'er's little face became more and more tense, more and more gloomy.

Whenever he was pricked by a rose, he only frowned, and was obviously sweating profusely, his face was flushed from the sun, and he didn't want to stop to rest.

Hands... seem to be dripping with blood...

(End of this chapter)