A passage from Shakespeare's Sonnets.

Rose usually does not like to read poetry, but only remembers a few lines of Shakespeare.

The old man turned to look at the rose, his face facing away from the setting sun, and he couldn't see the expression on his face.

I only heard an indifferent voice, and compared to the enthusiasm of the afternoon, it was like two people.

"Get on your knees, girl!"

Rose's eyes widened in disbelief, and before she could react, the old man approached and pressed Rose's head.

When Rose didn't understand what was going on, she felt her head be grabbed and hit her head on the old man's belt.

When she knew what the other party was going to do, she was so angry that her face turned red.

"You can't do that!" She resisted.

"Get on your knees, girl!"

As if he had not heard her resistance, the old man continued to give his orders.

So saying, the two of them tore up in the garden, took off their human fur coats, and the old man was like a jackal with a bloody mouth exposed, trying to eat the roses.

At this time, the old man had completely shed his gentlemanly shell, like a vile and terrible clown.

He even hit Rose, who dodged a few times and accidentally broke her knee on the stone table.

The old man's humiliation made her unbearable.

She grabbed the stone beside her......

In the confusion, she couldn't remember what she had done, and when everything was ready, reason told her to go back to the castle.

When she returned to the castle, she played a game of jumping lattice with the two girls near the garden.

The dinner went on as usual, and the fireworks were set off in the dark night sky.

No one knew that the rose had a secret in her heart, and the seed of this secret took root and grew strongly.

A few days later, the blurred newspaper printed that a well-known old gentleman had accidentally fallen off a cliff in Hill Gardens.

At breakfast, my father couldn't help but sigh.

"Elena, Leah, when we went to the ball last week, the old gentleman was still there.

Who would have thought that he was so careless. ”

"Dad, I heard them say that his face was knocked beyond recognition on the rock wall of the cliff, and his brain was leaked, is it really fake?"

Leah looked at her father with some sadness, and the others next to Leah heard it, feeling a little disgusted, and slowly put down the dishes.

"Baby, we're eating, can you not say so ......?"

"Got it, Dad, I was wrong." Leah offered to apologize.

Ivan on the side wrinkled his nose and whispered, "Silly girl! ”

Leah glared at Ivan, then looked at Rose and smiled.

Rose smiled back, and continued to eat the food on her plate.

"Elena, where were you that afternoon?"

Father suddenly looked at Rose.

"I'm playing games with two kids, if I'm not mistaken, one of them is called Alena and the other is called Bertha, and they seem to be from the Shireen family."

"I'm glad you've met a new partner."

"To be honest, they're so naïve, but I'm really bored."

Rose raised the corners of her mouth as she spoke, smiling at her father.

Ivan, who was sitting across from him, whispered, "Pretend." ”

"My brother, you can be brave, speak louder, it's okay."

Rose raised an eyebrow and looked at Ivan, who cut off a piece of sausage with a knife, chewed viciously, and secretly grimaced at Rose.

……

Everything has a beginning, and Master Xiyun never thought that the skills he handed over to his granddaughter would really be used by her, but unfortunately the direction used was not what the master expected.

Rose and Buck return to the Showy Pavilion.

The sun bakes the forest sea into layers of heatwaves. The only Chinese network

After the greetings between Rose and her brothers, it was an intense and intense high-pressure training.

In the afternoon, there were nearly eight hours of continuous training, which made everyone sweat and dizzy.

At night's rest, everyone sits around the campfire.

Buzzing mosquitoes continued to harass the crowd, and moths threw themselves into the fire.

"You know, today is a festival in the southern country."

Rose said as she looked at Black Mountain beside her.

"Today? What festival? ”

"The days of the southern country are divided into the solar calendar and the lunar calendar, and today is the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is called the Zhongyuan Festival, also known as the Obon Festival."

Black Mountain's eyes flashed with fire, and he tilted his head and asked curiously: "The festivals in the south all have stories, right, what is the story of this festival?"

And there are many strange traditions in the south, what will the people of the south do at this time? ”

"This comes from a legend that Muren's mother fell into the path of hungry ghosts, and when food entered her mouth, it turned into a fire.

Mulian asked the Buddha for help, and the Buddha said the Obon Sutra for him and asked him to do the Obon Sutra on July 15 to save his mother. ”

"Saved?"

Montenegro raised his eyebrows.

"Of course!"

Rose smiled.

"What kind of basin are you talking about?"

Montenegro asked with a frown.

Rose laughed and said: "The Bon is a Sanskrit word, which means to solve the upside-down suspension, and to make the Bon is to let him give Buddha and monks to repay the kindness of his parents."

The culture of the southern country places a high value on filial piety. ”

"Oh, I see, southerners should be good to their parents."

Montenegro looked at Rose and smiled, his face lit up by the firelight.

Rose looked at the campfire and thought of her grandfather.

In the past, every time my grandmother's death day or Obon Festival, my grandfather would take roses to the top of the mountain to see my grandmother.

The place where the grandmother was buried was very close to the yard where they lived.

My grandfather said that he was afraid that he would be too far away and that he would not be able to find it when he was older.

At that time, Rose told her grandfather, "It's okay, it's still me!" ”

Later, my grandfather left, and I finally went to find my grandmother.

Grandfather was very strict with Rose when he was alive, and he mentioned when chatting with Rose: He has managed many people in his life, but he dare not take care of his wife.

My grandfather said that roses were a rarity in their time.

My grandfather and grandmother once went shopping and saw someone selling roses, and my grandmother stared at them for a while, and my grandfather knew that she liked them.

In those years, my family was poor, and sometimes I didn't have the next meal, so I didn't have money to buy flowers.

Later, my grandfather's fame became more and more famous, and his life became better and better, and without war, the people lived a life of food and clothing.

My grandfather always wanted to raise a pot of such flowers for my grandmother, but I never saw anyone selling them.

At that time, my grandmother was sick, and my grandfather went to many markets to make her happy, but the flowers were all gone, as if by magic.

My grandmother was seriously ill one winter, and my grandfather looked at the snow and thought to himself that he really couldn't buy roses this time.

The climate in the north was not suitable for the growth of roses, and the simple task of buying roses was difficult for my grandfather at that time.

My grandfather was stubborn and strong all his life, and rarely asked for help, and one of the rare times was when my grandmother was seriously ill and asked someone to buy a bucket of roses from other places.

When my grandmother died, the bucket of roses was all withered.

My grandfather and grandmother were poor all their lives, and even if they were old and retired to the mountains and forests, there were still people who came to visit, and my grandfather never accepted other people's things, only roses.

Every time I received it, I took the little rose to visit my grandmother.

Some people say that roses are vulgar, but in the eyes of roses they are not.

Her grandfather has always treated her harshly, but the name he gave her let her know that her grandfather loved her.