[Comprehensive classics] Let Gao Leng learn the language

The next day, at supper, Grievous told his friend Boxdale, alias Jacob, what had happened the night before.

Boxdale clenched his fists and his teeth chattered in his mouth angrily when he heard Grievous crushing the black tulip bulbs he was after so much.

His eyes were blazing, as if he was about to turn into two ignited arrows aimed at Grievous.

His hair stood on end in anger, and he roared, "Did you do that? Did you crush the bulb?"

"Of course!"

Jacob yelled: "How hateful! You are committing a crime!"

Grievous was taken aback by the intensity of his friend's reaction.

He asked, "Are you crazy too?"

Boxdale really looked crazy. Seeing that one hundred thousand florins vanished like this, can this greedy ghost not go crazy?He kept repeating: "Stomped! Smashed the bulbs! Oh! My God! My God! Smashed!"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Ms. Gao Leng and asked, "However, this is not the only one for him?"

Grievous said, "You thought there was more than one? Well, let's find the others!"

"You want to search for others?" Boxdale shouted, grabbing Grievous by the collar, but he let go immediately.

Then, he turned to Ms. Gao Leng and asked, "What did that poor young man say?"

Ms. Gao Leng didn't want to talk to this shameless person at all. At this moment, Grievous replied triumphantly: "What did he say? He was so angry that he was foaming at his mouth!"

Ms. Gao Leng glanced at him coldly where he could not see.

Boxdale said hypocritically: "He is a tulip lover cultivator, and you have cruelly deprived him of the fun."

Grievous shrugged and said, "I'm just wondering how he got the bulb? I think it's worth looking into."

Jacob said, "I don't think it's hard to find out. Just search, and if he's got any other bulbs, we'll be sure to find them."

This shameless man used a telescope to spy on Cornelius' every move, and on the night Cornelius was escorted to The Hague, he even committed a thief's act of stealing into Cornelius' drying room and flower beds, trying to steal. Take those three bulbs.

Grievous exclaimed, "Yeah, there's usually three! But maybe he doesn't have these bulbs on him."

"Then, find some excuse to call him down, and I'll search his cell!"

They didn't suspect Rosa, which made Ms. Gao Leng heave a sigh of relief, and she went back to her room while they were talking.

Ms. Gao Leng didn't go to the cell that night, she didn't know how to face this poor Cornelius.

When Grievous came back from his cell in the morning, he told Rosa at the dinner table: "I don't think he's going to live long!"

Ms. Gao Leng was startled, and Grievous continued: "He doesn't eat, drink, or get up."

When he said this, it seemed that he also had compassion.

It turned out that Cornelius was deeply in love with Ms. Gao Leng.In his mind, Black Tulip was temporarily defeated, and he thought about her all night.Thinking about the angry words he said during the day, I really regret it now.

He greeted the dusk with a beating heart, and he listened to the chimes of the great clock of the keep.Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, and then nine o'clock.

There was no ninth strike of the hammer, and the bronze tone announcing the arrival of the ninth hour shocked his heart even more.

He put his hands on his heart to suppress the beating of his heart, and listened carefully, expecting to hear her footsteps, the rustle of her dress dragging on the stairs.

However, this night, there was no sound to break the silence in the corridor.

The clock struck a quarter past nine.Then two different tolls indicated that it was already 09:30;

Every subsequent sound of the bell seemed to push poor Cornelius over the edge of the precipice.

Push closer and closer.

The night was long and dreary, and the day came, but the light of hope never came again.

He was disheartened, like a lump of dead ashes in an earthen stove, the pulse of life could no longer burn.

He lay on the bed, pale and motionless like a dying man.

This is what Grievous saw when he went to the cell.

That night, Ms. Gao Leng hurried to the door of the cell on the ninth bell.

Cornelius was leaning against the iron bars, his face full of sorrow.

When Rosa's outline was illuminated by the lights ahead, he thought it was God's apparition.

He firmly grasped the iron fence with both hands, and shouted in surprise: "Rosa!"

Ms. Gao Leng looked at him apologetically, and she reached out to touch his hand. Cornelius excitedly held her white hand, and then put it down immediately. He said earnestly: "Rosa, I will never touch it casually again." You! I swear! Forgive me!"

What he said made Ms. Gao Leng feel so embarrassed, she dared not make eye contact with him sincerely, she said: "I'm sorry, Cornelius, it was my fault, I was too cruel to you!"

"No, Rosa, good Rosa, it's my fault, forgive me! I need you! Don't leave me! Don't forsake me! My God, the air, the warmth, the light, and the life in my place are gone because of you." were taken away together.”

He begged her like a child lost in the jungle.

"I will not leave you, Cornelius!"

"Good Rosa! You forgive me then, don't you?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but wanted to take her hand and kiss it, and apologized to her immediately when he realized it.

Ms. Gao Leng felt ashamed.

She quickly changed the subject.

"I've already planted the second bulb," she said.

"What soil are you planting in? What pots are you planting in?"

"Planted in a sand pot, exactly the size of the pitcher in which you planted the bulb. The soil is made of three parts ordinary soil from the best part of the garden, and one part soil from the banks of the Vaal."

"Ah! Now there's still the environment. What's its environment, Rosa?"

"Now, as long as the sun is there, it will be in the sun all day long. But when it comes out of the ground, and the sun is warmer, I will do as you do here, my dear Monsieur Cornelius. I'm going to put it on my east window sill from eight to eleven in the morning and on my west window from three to five in the afternoon."

"Ah, yes, yes!" exclaimed Cornelius, "you are a perfect gardener, my fair Rosa. But I am afraid that my tulips will take up all your time."

"I love it too. Why do I think it takes up my time? Don't worry, Cornelius, we'll see it bloom."

"Good Rosa, how kind of you!"

"Cornerius, I think of something that I think you need to know."

"whats the matter?"

"Do you know a guy named Jacob Gypsy? He's in his fifties, ugly, hunched."

"I don't know, Rosa, why do you ask that?"

"When I went to the garden, I found him following me. After I left, I hid in a hidden place and watched him vigilantly. As soon as I left, he walked to the flower bed in the garden and scraped the soil with his hands. I suspected that he wanted to steal Take tulips."

Ms. Gao Leng's compassion for Cornelius has surpassed the tasks arranged by the Space-Time Administration.

She did not want Boxdale to steal the tulips, nor did she want Cornelius to suffer in prison.

Cornelius said in amazement: "I don't know this man at all! How could this man know about Black Tulip!"

"You're so famous in the gardening world, maybe they thought you'd grow black tulips."

"You're right! Clever Rosa! What shall we do now?"

"I'll take care of it all the time. He probably doesn't know that I'm growing black tulips. In order not to make any mistakes, I think it's better for us not to see each other until the tulips bloom. What do you think? Cornelius? You Agree?"

Frustrated emotions grabbed him like a claw, and he lowered his head in frustration, but the thought of being able to see the black tulips that no one had ever planted made him hope to lighten his dark emotions.

"Okay, Rosa," he said.

"We shall meet soon, Cornelius."

"But……"

"what happened?"

"How is your homework going?"

"You taught me well, Cornelius. I can teach myself now. Thanks to you, you are a good teacher."

Ms. Gao Leng said something to him to comfort him.

Cornelius laughed, and said: "I will miss you, my dear Rosa."

When the tenth hour struck, Madame Gaolin offered him her hand, and Cornelius touched her finger happily, and he said: "Good-bye, Rosa, good Rosa, I really want to see you." It blooms quickly."

"Yes, Cornelius, goodbye."

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