Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Yes, sir."

Uncle Wang bowed.

"Please wait a moment, sir."

With that said, he walked away in a hurry.

After a while, he came with a record.

After turning over a few pages, he hesitated slightly.

"...Sir, because he is not one of our dedicated employees, we did not investigate the woman carefully when we recorded the information."

"However, that person left his address and name. His name was...Song Xinping. He was thirty-two years old at the time and lived in Huyu District, Mingsha City. It's just that more than thirty years have passed, and I don't know if the address has changed."

"If you are in need, sir, I will send someone to find her immediately."

He was thirty-two years old at the time, and thirty-five years later, he was sixty-seven years old.

The age is wrong, the name... doesn't feel right either.

The man sat there, with a warm white face and peaceful eyebrows.

Quietly looking at the sea of ​​flowers outside the window, her long and beautiful fingertips were slightly curled.

The profile of his face was calm, and nothing could be seen wrong.

He was quiet for a while, clicked his fingertips, and said calmly: "Go and check her and everyone in her family to see if she has a daughter. What is her name?"

"Or, everyone who has anything to do with these flowers, especially women, should investigate them as soon as possible."

His voice was very light, he coughed slightly, and his lips were pale.

Uncle Wang closed the record sheet and bowed slightly, "Okay, sir."

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night.

The manor was peaceful.

The moonlight is not as good as last night tonight, because the clouds are covering the sky, blocking the only light in the sky.

The weather forecast said there would be rain, and not long after, a steady drizzle started.

It wasn't raining heavily, but someone had to hold an umbrella.

Raindrops thicker than needles fell from the dark sky, hitting the entire manor silently, moistening the land and dispelling the remaining warmth of the sun during the day.

It's a bit cold, as if I've returned to autumn and winter, desolate and a bit unseasonably cold.

The lights in the villa were brightly lit, as bright as ever in the rainy night, like a shining pearl standing tall, glowing with light.

Behind the villa, directly connected to the back garden, there is a large sea of ​​bright red flowers, bathing in the cold rain on a rainy night.

There was no wind, just the patter of raindrops.

Raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the delicate rose petals mercilessly.

The flowers swayed slightly, and the branches and leaves were trembling slightly.

The mist gradually spread in the rainy night, permeating the delicate flowers and shrouding them, making the magnificent picture hazy.

It's like a thin veil has been cast over the wonderland.

There is a feeling that I am unable to express my feelings.

In the room, unlike the poor roses outside that were suffering from the wind and rain, at this moment, the beautiful flowers blooming in the vase were stretching their branches and leaves comfortably, looking up and bathing in the bright light.

Being cared for in the greenhouse, the bright red petals became more delicate and delicate.

It calls for pity and cannot bear to be touched.

Uncle Wang held an umbrella and hurried back from outside.

I didn't even have time to shake off the raindrops on the edge of my umbrella. I changed my shoes and hurried upstairs.

Everything he investigated was compiled into documents.

When going upstairs, the servant happened to come down from above.

Seeing that he was about to go upstairs, the servant hurriedly said: "Sir is sleeping. He said no one should disturb him tonight."

"What?" Uncle Wang stopped.