Roses for Rosalind

Beside the beautifully curved floor-to-ceiling windows, the semi-transparent white gauze curtains were slightly lifted by the wind.The blond girl in a white dress is sitting in front of the piano, her eyelashes are drooping, and she is looking vaguely at the music score in front of her. At first glance, she looks like an oil painting.

...If you ignore the hands that are stiff as chicken feet.

"Miss Rosalind..." Miss Dutt, who was in charge of teaching the piano, said with a look of embarrassment: "Just now you played it wrong again..."

Rosie looked up at her slowly.

"It's okay, let's do it again, let's start from the fifth bar... Relax your wrist... Yes... Pay attention to the sharps... Faster the rhythm... Yes... Watch out for this bar!... Oh no!"

"Uh, Miss Rosalind," Miss Dutt tried hard to force out a stiff smile, "maybe... we can do it all over again?"

"..." Rosie silently closed the piano cover.

In the meeting with Kasapa two days later, Rosie emptied out all the accumulated depression.

"...Why do celebrities have to learn the piano? Is there any necessary connection between celebrities and the piano?" Rosy waved her arms plausibly: "Isn't the most important thing a celebrity should pay attention to is inner cultivation? As long as one person is well-educated , with a kind heart and a noble and beautiful character, she can naturally be called a celebrity, can't she?"

In fact... the real reason is that you can't learn it by yourself.Kazapa complained silently in his heart.

When they first agreed, neither of them thought that the meeting every four days would become a habit later.If any of them can't come, they will definitely call the nanny or servant to send a message to the other party in advance.

Some things cannot be said to familiar people, but can be easily said to unfamiliar people.

"... Tell me, does what I said make sense?" Rosie's words finally came to an end, and she stared at Kasapa with piercing eyes, as if you dare to say no and I will kill you alive.

"Indeed, a real celebrity must have a noble character." Kasapa nodded in agreement.

"That's right!" Rosie breathed a sigh of relief, completely unaware that the other party had cleverly avoided her question: "And the piano is really difficult!"

Look, I know it.Kazapa thought helplessly.

But Rosie didn't dwell on this question for too long, she quickly shifted her attention. "Look!" She raised her finger and pointed not far ahead: "Look over there!"

Kasapa looked at it for a long time but found nothing special: "Where?"

"That!" Rosie pulled him to the nearest maple tree and stood still: "Look at those two leaves! They are the two most beautiful ones!"

Kazapa narrowed his eyes and tried to look for a long time under Rosie's guidance before finally finding the two "best-looking" leaves.Those are two rare six-lobed maple leaves with a complete heart shape at the base.From the true red at the tip of the leaf to the deep yellow at the base, it is perfect without being obtrusive.

"gs, (autumn)

desviolins, del' (the maple leaf sighed)

ur. (that long whimper)

d'unelangueur, (with monotonous melancholy)

...(stabs my heart...)" 1

Rosie looked up at the maple leaves, and murmured.

Maple leaves, like sycamore trees, are the most likely to arouse people's emotional reverie.Especially for a liberal arts student like Luo Xi who majored in literature, if she didn't recite a few words to the maple leaves all over the mountains and plains, she would be sorry for the tuition fees she paid in those years.

But in Kazapa's view, those are just two ordinary leaves.He just quietly accompanied Rosie, looking up at the maple tree and turning to Rosie from time to time, wondering what he was thinking.

"I've decided!" The grief and sorrow finally came to an end. Rosie took a deep breath, turned her head and said solemnly to Kasapa, "I want to take those two leaves home! Make them into bookmarks!"

"Leaves can also be made into bookmarks?" Kasapa asked in surprise.

"That's right! It looks great when it's made into dried leaf bookmarks! Haven't you seen it?"

Kazapa nodded.He is the only son in the family, and he spends the best on food and clothing, and tries his best to be extravagant.He is not uncommon for bookmarks inlaid with pure gold, silver or even pearls and gemstones, but maple leaves picked at random can be made into bookmarks?Won't it break?

"Then I'll give you one when I'm done," Rosie said.

"But the tree is too tall." Kazapa looked up at the branch.It was so high that he had to take two steps back. "We don't have ladders."

"Why do you need a ladder?" Rosie began to roll up her sleeves excitedly: "Just climb up!"

"...What?!" Kazapa turned pale with shock, "You want to climb to such a high place?"

"It's okay. I was skinny when I was a child. I climbed all the trees in the yard. Such a height is nothing."

"You are now a 'child'." Kasapa resolutely refused to agree: "Not to mention your parents, even your nurse would never watch you climb trees everywhere without stopping you, you must be lying to me. "

"..." One accidentally slipped the tongue: "...Uh, I sneaked behind their backs."

"That's not OK!"

"...Then what do you say?"

"..." Kazapa hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go."

"Are you going?" This time it was Rosie's turn to be surprised: "Have you ever climbed?"

"No. But as a qualified gentleman, you absolutely can't watch a lady take risks and stand by with nothing." He imitated his father's style, trying to pretend to be indifferent, but he was tight The clenched hands betrayed his true emotions.

Rosie thought it was a little funny. "Okay." She didn't insist anymore, there was no boy in the yard who couldn't climb a tree: "Then be careful."

Kazapa looked up at the maple tree, hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and began to climb.

After all, he was a boy. Although his movements were a bit clumsy and he slid down several times on the way, Kazapa finally managed to climb onto the branch.He let out a long sigh of relief, filled with a sense of accomplishment, and reached out to pick the two leaves.

However, the premature relaxation made him lose his vigilance, his feet slipped, and he fell from the tree in an instant!

"what--!"

The boy fell heavily to the ground and lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.Rosie reacted slowly, and rushed over to help him up: "Let me see, let me see! Where did you fall?! Did you break a bone!?"

Kasapa clutched his right arm tightly, and sat down against the tree trunk with her support: "...it's okay." He was still trembling when he spoke: "It doesn't hurt too much."

Rosie rolled up his sleeves, and there were a lot of red scratches on her white arms, and even a little blood oozing from the serious parts.Although there is no major problem, it is still scary to watch.She raised her eyes to glance at the boy's face.Kazapa's eyebrows were frowned tightly, and his lips were pursed white, but he just kept silent, and only occasionally took a light breath when he was in pain.

"Does it hurt?" Rosie asked him.

"It doesn't hurt." The boy replied stubbornly.

Rosie didn't say anything, but the movements of her hands were much lighter.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing Rosie untie the broad ribbon that tied her hair with her backhand, Kasapa asked puzzled.

"I forgot to bring a handkerchief. Your wound is stained with mud and bacteria, you need to clean it well." Rosie unscrewed the lid of the kettle and poured out a little water: "Fortunately, every time I go out, my nanny will give me a kettle, otherwise I wouldn't Know where to find water."

Kazapa let Rosie hold his hand, stared at the wound for a while, and unconsciously moved his eyes to Rosie's face.

Without the shackles of the hair band, her hair is messily scattered on both sides of her face. The appearance of noodles in clear soup makes her facial features particularly delicate and exquisite; Fluffy red, like a ripe peach, the rosy white appearance makes people want to take a bite.

The girl didn't notice his gaze, she just lowered her head and concentrated on the work in hand.The shallow breath even brushed against his skin from time to time because of the close distance, making it feel numb...

Kasapa twisted uncomfortably, trying to sit up straight and away from Rosie, but Rosie stopped her without raising her head: "Don't move around." It's not me."

So he just froze there.

After bandaging his wound, Rosie secretly breathed a sigh of relief.She raised her head and was about to say something, but was taken aback by Kasapa's appearance.

What is this kid doing with his eyes closed, his eyelashes shaking, his body stiff, as if he is about to die heroically?

She sticks out a finger maliciously and pokes him in the face.

Kasapa didn't expect her to do this. His eyes widened and he stared blankly at Rosie, unable to utter a word.

Rosie then took the opportunity to poke it twice more, and even pinched it by the way.

"Oh," she said with a smile, "Your skin is pretty good~ give me a smile~"

Kazapa's face instantly turned red like a tomato.

☆、Chapter 6

As we all know, Italy is rich in grapes and various products related to grapes.Including world famous red and white wine, grape cookies, grape sweetheart, grape juice, grape xx...

Although it is already autumn and the maple leaves are already red all over the hills, due to the location on the Mediterranean coast, both northern and southern Italy still look like a midsummer.The sweltering wind blew by, bringing with it the heat that seemed to burn people, as well as the noisy cicadas that disturbed people.Drinking a glass of iced grape juice in this kind of weather can make people subconsciously squint their eyes with the refreshing feeling.

Reluctantly, Rosie turned the glass upside down, trying to pour out the last drop of juice.

The result is of course fruitless.

"No more..." Rosie pouted regretfully, recalling the sweet and sour taste in her mouth reluctantly.

"Buy another glass," Kasapa suggested.

"...I have no money." Rosie touched her pocket resentfully: "It's all spent."

"I still have more." Kasapa fished out a few copper coins from his pocket and gave them to her, but Rosie didn't take them. "I agreed to treat you today, how can I use your money." She shook her head: "What if you go back on your word?"

She teased her too much last time with the dry leaf bookmark, which caused Xiao Zhengtai to become obviously awkward when getting along with her in the past two times. When she moved a little too big, the boy stared at her in horror. The innocent and pitiful appearance always makes Rosie think of Huang Shiren and Xi'er for no reason... Ah bah, it's the dragon and the princess.

...this metaphor doesn't seem to be much better _(:3)/)_

Although the young lady in this state is so cute that her heart trembles, but for the sake of long-term molesting plans in the future (...), Rosie decided that it is better to apologize to someone and talk about it.

So this afternoon, she dragged Xiao Zhengtai down the mountain to play in the market, and treated guests to drink iced grape juice to show her sincerity... If it weren't for the fact that there were three empty glasses in front of her and only one in front of Kasapa. If it is, it is estimated to be more convincing→_→.

"……It will not."

"That's not okay, just in case." Rosie resolutely rejected the other party: "Children like to talk without counting, so I don't want to take the risk."

"..." Don't act like you are an adult, please.Kazapa bowed his head and struggled for a while, then suddenly said in a low voice and quickly: "Actually, I'm not angry..."

In fact, he didn't hate Sissy pinching his face, and even vaguely liked it.It's just that she shouldn't do it to him, but instead, he should do it to her.Just as he occasionally saw through the crack of the door, his father reached out to pinch the tip of his mother's nose.Every time he saw such a scene, he couldn't help but smile.

Does this mean...in the future, Sissy will become...his wife?

Thinking of this possibility, Kasapa felt his face flush hot and his heart beat too fast.Can Sissy do magic?He had doubted so.Because he felt that her eyes seemed to be carrying a strange magic power. Every time she looked at him, the tingling sensation would go all the way from his scalp, down the spine, to the heart, to the fingers, and then to the toes.But she doesn't wear a black dress, and she doesn't have long nails.

He pretended that nothing had happened, but in fact his spirit was highly tense, and he would be extremely nervous whenever there was any trouble in her.He wanted to stay away from her, he was afraid that his secret would be discovered, but he didn't expect Sissy to mistake this reaction for anger.

How could he be angry with her, he thought.

"Sissy." He whispered, "From now on, never do that again..."

"...Got it." She curled her lips: "I promise it won't happen, so just rest assured."

"That...movement," he took a deep breath, mustering up all his courage, but unconsciously buried his head lower, and the tips of his ears hidden under the soft black hair were shy or something Emotions became red: "Should, should..."

It's a pity that his voice was too low, and Rosie didn't hear it. A certain unwilling foodie was racking his brains to think of a way to drink another glass of iced grape juice.Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and Rosie stood up excitedly: "Yes!"

"...Have it?" Kazapa was still immersed in his own thinking and did not respond.The boy looked up at the girl blankly: "What's there?"

He was just asking casually, but he didn't expect the girl to stare at him with bright eyes. The emerald green eyes are really emitting a faint green light at this moment, like a wolf who has found fat.There was a "thud" in his heart, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly rose.

"...Cissy?" Kasapa felt that his goosebumps were about to be stared at: "What do you want...to do?"

"Carl~" She suddenly called out tiredly: "My dear, dear Carl~"

Kazapa was simply flattered.He bowed his head shyly, his face blushed, "Sissy... Sissy..."

"Carl~ The one who sold us grape juice just now was an old lady, right~?"

"Huh?" Not understanding why she suddenly mentioned this, Kasapa froze for a moment, but replied honestly: "Yes, it is a lady about 40 years old, a little fat, wearing coarse clothes..."

"It doesn't matter, dear Carl." She took his hand in both hands and held it solemnly: "Can you do me a favor?"

Kasapa almost couldn't believe his ears: "Say!" He didn't even ask what it was, but he eagerly promised: "I will try my best to help you!"

"Then," she looked at him expectantly, making him feel as if he was in heaven, but what she said in the next second immediately sent him to hell: "Please show me how cute you are, oh, Just act coquettishly and let her buy you a glass of grape juice for free, okay? Remember to add a lot of sugar!"

... He retracted his preface!

He will be angry with her too!

"No!" He withdrew his hand vigorously: "This is absolutely not possible!"

"But you clearly agreed just now!" Rosie clasped her hands together.

"That's because I didn't expect you to make such a request!" He growled angrily at her: "This is... simply rude!"

"Hmm... half of the juice is for you?"

He is not rare!

"Carl..." A small hand quietly grabbed his hand, but he threw it away angrily.The owner of the hand pulled it up again undaunted, and shook it flatteringly: "Carl~Carl~"

Seeing that his complexion was a little loose, Rosie was overjoyed, and hurriedly chased after the victory: "Okay~ It's very simple." She begged softly: "Okay~well~well~"

"...Why don't you go by yourself?" Dead Duck held his last breath.

"Because Karl is prettier than me~" She showed her white teeth in a smile.

"..." Kazapa's lips opened and closed several times: "You, you are prettier than me..."

"No, no, no!" The girl shook her head violently, looking at him seriously with green eyes: "In my heart, Karl is the prettiest."

……Is it really?

Seeing the boy sagging his shoulders in compromise, Rosie's inner villain threw her fist and shouted "yes!"—just kidding, how could she, an old woman who is almost thirty years old, have the nerve to be so cheeky and act coquettishly to beg for juice?Of course, send a professional!

Zhengtai's lethality couldn't be greater!That aunt looks like a fellow at first glance, don't think she doesn't know!

Luo Zhengtai blamed Aunt Xi standing leisurely under the shade of the tree, watching the boy with great interest as he walked to the front of the aunt's stall as if he was going to the execution ground, and said something embarrassingly.The aunt readily handed him a large glass of fresh grape juice, and added two tablespoons of sugar into it without hesitation—of course, she didn’t forget to rub Kazapa’s face and head Up and down.

"Thank you~ you have worked hard~"

When Kasapa, with messy hair and red face, walked back into the shade of the tree with iced grape juice, Rosie greeted her doggy-leggedly, and took the initiative from Kasapa. A glass full of grape juice: "It's too heavy, it's too heavy, let me get it! You sit down and rest for a while!" She held the cold grape juice and kissed the glass, smiling happily: "I love you so much!" Already~ whata~"

You don't love me!You love grape juice!

Kazapa thought angrily, what my father said is indeed true, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will deceive people!