my devil butler

On the morning of March NO.14, the weather was still a little cool, there was no sunshine in the sky, and it was a little dull. All the roses in Alves Garden were in full bloom, red, white, pink, and blue. Blue Enchantress.

These flowers are all covered with dew, which condenses into drops of dew and slides onto another flower and leaf. At this time, a big hand wearing white gloves stretches out, holding a pair of scissors, and slaps them. Cut it off, just like that, they were separated from the main body and fell into Jiulan's hands.

Behind the flower wall, there is a secluded pavilion. Here sits a boy about [-] or [-] years old, wearing a black dress. He has a pair of seductive but cold eyes, lips as beautiful as cherry blossoms, as delicate as Meici's skin, he in the rocking chair quietly looked at the paper in his hand, on which was drawn a certain place in London, which was a cemetery.

"Master, it's time to go." Jiu Lan's voice sounded, he was still dressed in formal attire, holding a handful of wrapped white roses, and appeared beside the flower wall.

"Oh." Fengyue responded lightly, stood up from the chair, picked up the blueprint, and walked towards the garden gate.

The thing is like this, this drawing is the cemetery where Fengyue was buried. Ms. Ling thought about it and told him about it. Today is his birthday, which is also the anniversary of the death of his parents. He chose to visit the cemetery of his parents. He was not in the same mood to celebrate his birthday, no one was notified, no one was invited, just like ten years ago, the castle was quiet.

Today, Fengyue was very depressed, sullen and silent, and Jiulan didn't say much, so they came to the outside of the cemetery quietly all the way.

The sky was a bit cloudy, and the spring rain continued in March, and soon it began to drizzle. Jiulan, holding an umbrella, followed Fengyue quietly, and followed him to a hillside. Unexpectedly, they met Ms. Aya, Liuli and others.

"Fengyue..." Liuli was a little surprised when she saw Fengyue, but she soon calmed down. Looking at Fengyue's tense face, she felt a little sad in her heart. She is very happy. She has a complete family and a happy family. With a bright future, he doesn't understand how Fengyue feels at this moment, but she can only feel sadness and regret.

"Cousin, cousin-in-law, aunt, uncle, I didn't expect you to come first, it seems that I was slow." Fengyue said suddenly, it sounded polite, but there was no trace of warmth.

"It's okay, come here." Ms. Ling wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and called Fengyue over. This child has never had a chance to come here once in ten years. She saw that Fengyue had a good chat with everyone a while ago, so she didn't He planned to tell him the matter, but after thinking twice, he still told him the truth. He has the right to know about it.

Fengyue reached out to grab a bunch of roses in Jiulan's arms, walked over, walked to the tombstone, and put the roses between the two closely intertwined tombstones.

Aleister, Liuli and the others held umbrellas, stood aside and watched quietly, without saying anything, while Jiulan followed Fengyue to hold an umbrella for him.

After a long time, Aleist, Liuli and others also left, not intending to disturb Fengyue anymore, they felt that with them, Fengyue could not say anything, and could not vent any sadness.

After Fengyue regained her senses, she found that Liuli and the others had all left without saying anything. She took out a white box from her pocket, knelt down on one knee in front of the tombstone, and was about to dig a hole with her bare hands when she stretched out her hand. A big hand reached out, stopping his next move.

"Master, let me do it." Jiulan's breath passed by his ears, he squatted beside Fengyue, reached out and quickly picked up a few black feathers.

Fengyue turned her head and glanced at Jiulan, she didn't speak, a warm feeling flashed across her heart, maybe until the end of her life, only he could be with him.

"Okay, master." Jiulan raised her hands, smiled and raised her head to meet the pair of eyes that have been staring at her. The distance between the two is only a piece of paper, and the temperature of their breath can be sensed by each other.

"En." Fengyue nodded, turned her head away, and put the box into the pit.