The Love of Roses in the Enchanted Series

That night, Myron dreamed about things that happened a long time ago.

It is still a gravel land, and the road is much narrower, because the nearby is an important wool trading town, and the farmers mainly raise sheep. The grassland is full of sheep, and the scene is peaceful.

On the road, he met a friendly farmer who asked him if he wanted a ride. After nodding, he jumped into the carriage and chatted casually with the farmer. He was in a good mood, so he wanted to go a little farther.

Jump off the car in a small village some distance away from the town, where many houses were built in the last century, with green plants climbing along the windows and doors, elegant and quiet, lazy kittens and puppies curled up under the eaves Sleeping, he shuttles here from the city, he always feels a little out of place.

He is much more comfortable here. In the family, many people look down on him because of his mixed-race status, so he is used to living alone.Since he couldn't integrate into those people, he stayed away.

A manor built of light yellow limestone by the roadside attracted his attention, but what made him stop was the rose garden beside it. The colors of roses in it ranged from crystal clear white to various shades of red and purple. The bright green or light gray wrinkled leaves are used to set off, and the warm and cool colors are just right.

A family with a unique physique has a special love for bloody flowers.And the strong aroma of roses with musk, honey and lemon can stimulate their hunger, thirst and desire, just like drugs for drug addicts, they rely on this special flower from body to mind.

Myron and his family depended so much on roses, but it was said that roses grew from the blood of Christ when he was crucified. This statement is really ironic to rose-loving pagans.

Thinking of this, I felt a little hungry and a little disgusted. Just as I was about to leave, the young owner of the manor suddenly emerged from the garden. "Stop and smell the roses." The bold voice sounded friendly: "Don't rush away."

Myron was taken aback.Stop and smell the roses.The implication of this proverb is: In addition to work, you must also let your soul drink pleasure, and don't be busy with mundane affairs.

Out of politeness, he stopped. "Very beautiful garden."

"Hey, you look familiar, I seem to have seen you..." The man turned his head and asked the pretty girl who also just walked out of the rose garden: "Natalie, have you seen it too?"

Natalie opened her big round eyes and blushed, showing that she was a little shy. She stared at Myron and whispered, "When I was a child... I seem to have seen a silver-haired person nearby..."

"By the Fairy Lake..." Myron pointed to the direction he came and explained lightly: "There is my family's holiday villa, and people from my family will come here from time to time. They all have silver hair and are easy to be mistaken."

"Is that so." The man asked, "I'm Paul Silver, she's Natalie, my fiancée, it's time for afternoon tea, let's come together."

Myron knows that the meaning of afternoon tea here is different from the elegant and fashionable tea drinking etiquette in the city. The rural life is busy and hard, and the peasant women prepare tea breaks for the afternoon laborers, so there is a real demand.

Now that he is invited, he is a little delighted. He has been here for several days, and there are actually not many people who can talk to him, but Paul and Natalie seem to be very easy to get along with.

"Excuse me. Allow me to introduce myself, I am..."

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After waking up, Myron was in a trance for a while, why did he dream of that person?

Because of that person, he who possessed a demonic physique was almost on the verge of death, so he had to use dust as a quilt and live in the embrace of the mother of the earth in order to obtain the energy of regeneration.And lying down like this for a long, long time.

Dreams in the dark soil are always deep, giving people the illusion of sleeping in the end of the world, and the nicks on his body made by silver bullets make him wish to sleep forever.

He still woke up, only to find that the sun outside was the same as before, the breeze was still there, and the roses were blooming every year.The people of the past are gone, but the heirs with the same blood continue to live on.

I am still a traveler of time, lonely at this end of time, so lonely that I let that person fall into a dream, even though that person hurt him a lot.

Today, in order to get rid of his melancholy, he chose to move his body and take a walk. Along the way, he met many formally dressed villagers heading to the town, only to realize that today is Sunday, and most of them have to go to church.

Suddenly, someone approached beside him.

"Demon, silver-haired demon! You dressed up as a human just to let the girls relax so that they could suck all their blood, right!" the old man cursed through gnashing of teeth.

Myron frowned and glanced, it was Granny Carme again.For some reason, the old woman always cursed when she saw herself.

Ignoring it, he quickly turned to the opposite direction, and walked to the road leading to Sivir's house before he knew it.He did it on purpose, with the idea in his heart that the noisy Mr. Owen Silver should have gone to church with everyone, and he could take the opportunity to see the rose in his memory.

Has the proud flower called "Like Crazy in Love" bloomed?He looks forward to it.

The gate of the manor was closed, and there was no sound inside, which further confirmed his guess. He immediately turned to the rose garden with confidence and boldness. He crossed the arch of branches covered with climbing roses. It was as quiet as another world.

Follow the memory to bypass the trapezoidal flower bed, and the one-meter-high shrubs grow in secluded corners.The green calyx at the top of the plant encases the flower buds, heralding a strong bloom to come.

"It's not yet time..." Myron muttered disappointedly. He originally wanted to say that if the flowers were already in full bloom, he would have fulfilled his wish, and he could leave this town, and he would no longer have to spend time with the descendants of Paul and Natalie. .

As he turned around and was about to leave, a hand reached out from behind the bushes and caught him in.

"Who?!" He screamed, his mouth was covered, and he was hugged into a hot embrace.

Trying to turn his eyes to look aside, it turned out to be Owen.

Hiding here sneakily, as a thief?accusing with resentment in the eyes.

"Shhh—" Owen let go of the covering hand, but still hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to embed him deeply and become a part of his body.

"Let go..." Myron was uncomfortable, the other party hugged him too tightly.

There was a slight sound outside, click, click, click, it was the sound of approaching bicycle gears.

"Listen, the priest is here to arrest people..." Owen whispered in his ear, his eyes were crooked with a smile, and there was a mischievous look in them.

Myron's first thought was shock. To him, there was a powerful religious force behind the priest, and in the past generations, that religious group would always kill heretics under various names without mercy.Quite unfortunately, Myron was also included in the scope of being killed.He got up and wanted to run, but was pressed down by Owen.

"Don't move, it's a pity to be caught in church to listen to hymns on such a perfect Sunday morning." He whispered with his hot lips close to the ear of the person in front of him.Scholarly Mendi Forum

Myron was relieved, it turned out that what Owen meant when he said "the priest is here to arrest people".

Outside, the priest parked his bicycle and knocked on the door, knock, knock, knock!

"I know you're hiding in there...don't use writing as an excuse anymore, you've been here for half a year, and I haven't seen what you've written!"

"Taking this matter at me again..." Owen murmured in a low voice.

"...You hide from him, you don't need to involve me." Myron whispered angrily, "Don't go to church, be careful that you will go to hell after you die."

"It's no fun to go to hell alone. If you want to go together, you and me." The man behind said with a smile on his face.

Myron rolled his eyes at him, and was about to reply when the shadows outside shook, and the priest walked into the rose garden.

"Still running? Chasing prey is the most interesting thing, but unfortunately you are not my favorite rabbit..." the priest muttered to himself, leaning low, carefully checking the shadows of every flowering tree.

"Father is so bad..." Owen laughed jokingly.

The space behind the bushes is narrow, and if you move around randomly, you will be hooked by the serrations on the leaf edges and the sharp thorns on the branches.For a moment, the two of them couldn't move, they could only hear each other's breathing was low and rapid, but they still deliberately suppressed it so as not to be noticed by outsiders.

Myron was in a trance, and he had played hide and seek.At that time, the first flower "Like a Crazy Love" was half in bloom. He urged Paul to pick it off, and hid behind the bushes together, waiting for his fiancée to find him so that he could show his love. His ears are like the midsummer wind, which makes even the tip of one's hair itch.

Something sweet is blooming in my heart, but I also know that no matter what kind of affection emerges from the bottom of my heart, it is not suitable.

He can only do his duty as a friend, listen to his friend's troubles, and give advice in due course.

Paul has been depressed for several days, saying that Natalie is becoming more and more absent-minded to him, and she often smiles sweetly to the sky by herself, and occasionally she is a little sad. I wonder if it has something to do with the recent rumors of vampires?Because several women disappeared in the next town, and I heard that they were kidnapped to be vampire brides.

Myron advised him: Don't listen to the rumors of vampires. Girls are meant to be coaxed. If you want her to be with you for the rest of your life, you must always praise her, curry favor with her, let her give up her heart, and only love you forever.

Paul was even more distressed, what should he do?

Myron suggested: How about sending a flower to express your heart?

Paul said: No one in the village knows how to talk sweetly. People in the city are arty and only sing love songs and talk about love. Sending flowers is even more sissy behavior. He can't do it.

In the end, Paul accepted Myron's proposal with hesitation. Natalie was shocked when she saw Paul come out from behind the flowers with him, but she accepted the flower with a smile.

But at sunset that day, when Myron returned to his villa and sent her back by the way, she gave him the flowers.

"It's like being in a mad love, the name is appropriate, really." Natalie pretended not to care, but her reddish cheeks still revealed a little heart.

Cheeks as red as roses.

He shouldn't have accepted it, but he accepted it anyway.That night, he didn't eat the sweet and almost superb flower as usual, but put it in a water bottle to let it bloom longer, because it was picked by the man himself for his lover.

Just pretend you're the lucky one.

Love always comes suddenly, just like the rain in this place, it always comes at the most inexplicable moment, and you can't even hide. It's the same with him, he suddenly likes someone and cares about someone in this summer time.

Because that person always had a hearty smile and unscrupulous affinity, what he was classified as a dark group longed for was this sunny person.

Then, it is like being in a mad love, and this love is bound to be like this flower, the flowering period is short, and it will wither soon.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Owen from the back, his mouth pressed against the beautifully shaped ears in the front, so as not to let the whispers leak to the cat outside who was trying to catch mice.

The bright light and shadow in front of Myron's eyes suddenly faded away, and he was in a trance for a while, like a person who had been sleeping for a long time suddenly awakened, and for a while he couldn't tell where he was, and which world was a dream.

"I……"

The nearby branches and leaves were stirred, and the pursuer approached, and he immediately shut up.

"I see you, come out!" The priest's voice had a strange urgency, as if excited by this hunting game.

Myron let out a sigh of relief, the game is over, isn't it?He was about to climb out, but was pulled back by Owen. He turned his head puzzled, and saw Owen touched his lips with his fingertips, asking him to keep silent. Then he suddenly realized that the priest was deceiving the enemy.

Sure enough, the priest waited for a while, and seeing that there was no movement in the rose garden, he turned out again. The bicycle gears made another noise, and he had already left.

"Don't look at the priest as honest and honest, he is very good at deceiving people." Owen said with a smile.

Myron was about to climb out, but Owen, who was holding him behind him, refused to let him go.

"Are you rooted? Still not leaving?" He asked behind.

"Don't worry." The man buried his face in the moonlight-like hair, sniffed lightly, and rubbed the cool neck skin behind the hair with the tip of his nose, as if he was already drunk to death inside.

"Don't gasp in my ear," Myron said gruffly.

"Hmm..." took another big sniff, and the person behind was finally satisfied, and backed away: "Your smell...is as strong as a rose...how do you describe it? Legend has it that Eros, the son of Aphrodite, the god of love, overturned you. Divine wine, the spilled wine dripped into roses...indeed, it makes people drunk..."

"How many people have you tried to please with these words?"

"I'm too lazy to please others, except you." Still smiling.

Myron hurried to climb out, but didn't answer.This big boy-like novelist became more and more explicit in his speech, and his courtship was obvious. He couldn't hold back, but he took a step forward and was pulled back.

"Wait, the hair is entangled by the bushes, be careful not to pull it." Owen said softly.

Myron turned around. His hair was long and easily entangled by twigs. When he saw the small garden shears at his feet, he picked them up and said, "Cut it off."

"Why do you need to cut it? I'll help you untie it, wait..."

"But……"

But in the past, every time when I went to the garden and accidentally got my hair entangled with branches and leaves, that person just took a knife or small scissors and cut off the end of the hair, saying it was clean and neat.

Although Owen is a man with thick fingers and knuckles, he patiently let go of strands of silver hair, and said, "What a pity to cut your beautiful hair? It's better to keep it on you than to decorate these green leaves."

Myron thought: even if they share the same blood, they still have different attitudes towards things.Owen is more considerate. It is easy for people to get addicted to such a person, so we should cut off the relationship with him earlier, while the relationship is still shallow.

Seeing that Myron didn't speak for a while, Owen asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"

"no."

"Then why is your face smelling like a cloudy sky?" asked.

"Because I was a mouse just now, hid under a tree and waited for the big cat to leave, and was forced to listen to strange sweet talk, so I was tired."

"Hey, don't be serious all the time, because life is short, you should have fun anytime, anywhere."

"What if life isn't too short?" Myron replied, "Is there no need for fun?"

Owen was overwhelmed by the question. Fortunately, he was quick-witted, grabbed another rose in the garden, and gave the flower to Myron, "Stop and smell the roses. Life is short." It’s not the only factor that determines happiness, it’s what you see and what you have when you stop.”

What a coincidence, he heard that proverb again, causing mixed feelings in his heart for a while, and he didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed.

Then, he asked something.

"You..." looked at Owen: "The body muscles are very strong... Are you really a novelist?"

When I was nestled in Owen's arms just now, I felt uncoordinated in my heart. Behind me was a body that could only be forged through years of training. The muscles were so hard that it knocked people. This should not be the body that a novelist should have.

Owen was stunned, and then laughed loudly: "I regularly go to the gym in the city to train my body. After training my muscles, I can only attract women's attention when I go to the beach. You also come from the city, don't you go to the gym?"

"I don't have a good habit of going to the gym to find inspiration for novels." Insinuating that the other party's mind is not right to train muscles.

"No wonder you are thin and white..." Owen continued, "I've decided, let's go."

"Go? Where are you going? I don't..." He lacked interest.

As if by magic, Owen brought a bicycle from nowhere, patted the cushion and said, "Go wherever you want, sit down and have a picnic when you're tired... You can't refuse, I'll get some food."

He went back to the house like the wind, and when he came out, he already had a picnic basket in his hand.

Forcefully insisting that Myron carry the picnic basket into the back seat, Myron shook his head, annoyed, why did he have to listen to this guy?He wanted to go back, go back, go back to his familiar nest, and take a bus back to London in a nearby town early tomorrow morning.

"It's a pity, I want to find a shady place with you to study Natalie's diary. Didn't it say yesterday that a stranger in her diary came here for vacation? The young nobleman became friends with my great-grandfather... The interesting thing is , that person also has long silver hair, just like you..."

"So what?" Myron said coldly: "Every summer, someone from my family comes here for vacation. Natalie met, maybe it was my great-grandfather's generation, or it might be a completely unrelated people."

"Natalie said, that stranger is gentle, polite and temperamental. He is as handsome as a prince in a fairy tale. Isn't he just like you? If that's the case..." Owen looked at the photo on the wall and smiled: "My great-grandfather It’s really incomparable to him.”

"..."

"Visiting the town at a sensitive time, the suspicion of that person being a vampire increases..." Owen squeezed his chin, evaluating: "If that person is your relative..."

Myron glared at him, threw the basket to him, then turned and walked out. Owen stepped on his bicycle and ran after him, crooked and about to fall at any time.

"What are you chasing after? Are you afraid that I, the offspring of a vampire, will bite you?" Myron sneered.

"I said the wrong thing, forgive me?" Owen salivated, "Do you want to know what Natalie and Paul think of that man?"

With a thought, Myron stopped. "What did they, she... say?"

The person who released the bait proudly took out the diary from his pocket and waved it. The unique smell of old books spread with the flipping pages. The smell of memory was both damp and musty, just in contrast to the fresh and sweet fragrance of flowers around.

"Come with me to have a picnic, to the Elf Lake, and we will turn slowly together." Owen said.

Myron couldn't make up his mind, and wanted to know the contents of the diary, but he would be led by the nose by Owen again, and he was not reconciled.

Owen encouraged: "The content is really interesting, you know? Every time that person comes to visit, he will wait until Paul invites him before he comes in..."

"Okay, let's have a picnic." With a sigh, Myron surrendered.

Sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, my mind was far away, wondering what he looked like in the eyes of Paul and Natalie at that time?He made friends with them with all his heart, but in the fog of legends, he became a ferocious and terrifying beast, making people who were originally good friends fear him even more.

Then, bang bang, the gunfire broke all bonds.

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I think this bicycle is quite old, carrying two big men, babbling and babbling, passing through the wide pastures, competing with the grazing cattle, sheep and horses for the right of way, going uphill and downhill. The riders had a great time.

To be honest, Owen was the only one who had a good time, while Myron kept shouting, "Follow the arrow on the stake! Don't take the yellow dirt road, you will go farther and farther!"

It turns out that the grassland is vast and often attracts many hikers to step on it. Therefore, the owner of the ranch set up guide stakes on the vast grassland to guide the direction of crossing. In addition, some places have been driven by agricultural machinery for a long time, and the grass has been dug out. If you accidentally go along this road, you will eventually get lost in the depths of the pasture, among the cattle and sheep.

This is Myron's experience. If you see Owen, you will repeat the same mistakes, so please remind me.

"I took a shortcut." Owen said with a smile back.

Myron didn't believe it, he lived by the Elf Lake, how could he not know about the shortcut?

Not long after, when a stream blocked the way, Owen let out a strange cry. He imitated the howling and shouting of western cowboys when they were galloping, and drove his bicycle into the shallow stream bottom.

"Don't do this! Go ashore, go ashore!" Myron yelled, pulling the clothes of the man in front of him. He really hated getting wet.

"Hey, I told you it's a shortcut!" After Owen finished speaking, he leaned forward and rushed down the stream with all his might.The bottom of the stream is shallow and flat, and he is skilled and strong enough to carry a person effortlessly. It is the passengers behind who suffer. He hates the river and is trapped and unable to move. The bumpy road shakes his ass pain.

I really want to think about diving and escape. Since ancient times, water has been the source and origin of everything. It can wash away the dirt in the world and give new life, but Myron's physique is on the side of the dark night. Running water, rain, etc. will weaken his vitality, although It may not be as weak as a baby, it is always uncomfortable.

let's jump...

"Here we are!" A voice suddenly shouted ahead.

So fast?Myron looked forward, and the Elf Lake where the stream returns is impressively in sight. The blue lake water is as clear as a pupil, reflecting the floating clouds in the sky. In the middle of the lake, a small Tingzhou rises, with green grass and green trees. vegetation on it.

Look at the way you came here, because it is along the stream, so you don't have to go around east and west. It really is a shortcut.But it's the same even if it's a shortcut, if you kill him, you won't take another pass.

Owen lifted his hands vigorously, and the front wheel of the bicycle was suspended in the air and landed on the shore. He continued to pedal forward vigorously, and did not stop until the edge of the lake.

"Trust me, right? Elven Lake..." He looked back at Myron, and whispered, "It's so close."

Maybe, Myron thought: Those who are brave enough to take risks can always find shortcuts to get twice the result with half the effort, but I don’t dare, so I always take the long and smooth road, just looking for peace.

There is nothing wrong with being smooth and stable, but life lacks some excitement and surprises. It has been the same for decades or hundreds of years. It is so monotonous and poor that people always forget how he survived and what he lived for. .

I am very envious of mortals with limited lives. Because of their limited lives, they can fully enjoy themselves.Joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, joy and sorrow are thousands of times stronger than him, thus making life colorful.

A hand stroked the silver hair that was messed up by the wind, and once again pulled him back to reality.

"You have the ability to be in a trance anytime, anywhere." Owen said in a low voice, "I'm here, don't keep thinking about others and other things."

Myron glared, pushed his hand away and jumped down, looking at the small forest beside the lake through the reeds and bushes.Beside the forest, the quaint buildings with stone walls and stone tiles are half hidden by trees and half reflected in the lake.

What a coincidence, I don't know if Owen chose to have a picnic here on purpose.

"Ah, if only there was a boat, we can venture up there." Owen pointed to the small island in the middle of the lake.

"Even if there is a boat, there are..." in the middle of the sentence, Myron suddenly stopped talking. He wanted to remind the evil spirits in the lake, but he once told the priest in front of Owen that vampire superstition is an outdated If you mention the elves at this moment, you will undoubtedly slap your mouth.

Owen happily interfaced: "Have you seen it?!"

"what?"

"Man-eating goblins! Everyone in the town knows that there are green-haired evil goblins in the fairy lake, who will drag disobedient children into the lake and eat them."

"Peg Pauler..."

"Yeah, that's Peg Pauler, who eats kids who play by the water on the Sabbath. What's the deal with this place, there's vampires and goblins, and monsters always attract monsters, don't they?"

When Myron heard the phrase "monsters always attract monsters", he felt uncomfortable, so he said sarcastically, "You deliberately missed the church just to catch monsters?"

"You really understand me!" Owen rejoiced, "I lack inspiration. I hope that more legendary gods and monsters will appear to nourish my dry soul."

"You wait until you die..." the silver-haired man muttered softly.

"Come, come, we've been riding for a long time, and we're hungry. We're having a picnic while waiting for the goblin to appear..." As he spoke, he laid out picnic towels, sandwiches, and juice in the shade under the trees by the lake.

Myron sat down, and Owen took out a crystal vase with embossed green leaves from the picnic basket as if by magic, and inserted a red rose that had been cut not long ago. It was still a red Satan, and the double-petaled flower was extremely beautiful. The atmosphere of a picnic is completely different.

Glancing at the flower, the other party chose the rose with the alias of the heart of love, and I don't know whether the flower cutter did it on purpose or not; and the red satan is easily damaged by rain, which seems to imply that the thing named as demon can't withstand the wind and rain.

Subconsciously, Myron slightly moved the distance between the two of them.

Owen handed him a glass of juice and asked, "...there are more than 1000 varieties of roses in the world. The flower colors range from pink, golden yellow to vermilion, covering almost all colors on the spectrum. There is only one thing missing. Do you know what it is?"

"Who doesn't know the miraculous blue?" Myron replied lightly.

The miraculous blue rose, a dreamy thing that cannot be asked for, such a flower may only exist in heaven or hell, but not in the world.

"Yes, roses in nature do not contain the delphinium pigment unique to blue flowers. No, even minerals and organisms are the same. There are very few blue species. But human beings are so strange, the more impossible, the more they want to Pursuit, do you think they are stupid or smart?"

"Stupid." Myron said firmly.

"You really lack romantic cells." Owen was really helpless.

"Romance is the most unrealistic thing in this world, just like blue roses, if you don't have one, why bother to pursue it?"

"If you don't pursue it, how will you know if it's there? Yes, I found it."

Myron was taken aback, how could it be possible?Suddenly it dawned on me.

"Yes, there are foreign companies that have produced blue roses. The roses produced through genetic transformation are actually purple-blue to the naked eye, not pure blue. Blue roses are still just a dream."

Owen smiled and shook his head.

"I really found it, here..." He leaned forward, staring at the sky-clear eyes of the other party: "Blue, your eyes are as fascinating as your hair color..."

Such deep blue eyes are the dreamy flowers that he has been looking for for a long time. The unattainable dream is now within reach, how should he take care of it from now on?

Patience is a virtue.The proverbs teach people like this, but there are beautiful people in front of him, beyond his imagination, how can he bear it?

The eyes of the two ice lakes, reflecting the blue sky, are deep and deep, but they have their own shadows.

Owen approached, approached again, wanted to touch those pale and fragile lips, wanted to writhe on them with his own enthusiasm, and suck out the rose-like blood color, and then those cold white cheeks would also glow a rose-like blush.

Myron is a rose, he wants to pluck it, and the touch of lips is the first step——

Sure enough, it was soft, but it was not the other party's lips, a piece of toast was in the middle.The blue eyes became colder, staring at him coldly.

Owen thought: If you take a small bite off the piece of toast in your mouth, you still have a chance to kiss him...

He really wanted to bite, Myron's head backed away in time, and stuck the toast on the frivolous man's face.

"I'm leaving." Myron was a little angry, this man went too far today.

"Wait, you don't want to hear the contents of the diary? Let me read you an interesting passage." Owen took out the diary at the right time, and opened the marked side: "... Gene... seldom mentioned himself , I guess with Paul, he has noble blood..."

Myron had already got up, but when he heard this, he unconsciously sat down and listened.

Owen suppressed his smile, knowing that the silver-haired beauty must be interested in this content. He peeked at the other party's reaction while explaining: "Jin is the stranger who came to the neighborhood at that time."

"Yeah." Myron pulled the grass beside him and nodded absent-mindedly. Although the name Gene was familiar, it seemed like a world away when he heard it now.

"...Gene came to see Paul again today, and the two of them had a lot to talk about. They often left me aside and commented on the roses in the rose garden. Gene said that he also had roses in his London estate, but it was the gardeners who took care of them. , he is from a different world from ours..."

Myron was lost in thought: People from different worlds, meeting together is really not good.

Owen continued to read: "Jean lives alone by the Fairy Lake. Paul and I were very worried and advised him to move here, because there is Peg Pauler in the Fairy Lake. Aunt Ann saw that terrible elf when she was a child, and she was almost eaten. ...but Genn said there were no elves in the lake..."

After reading this, Owen pointed to the stone-walled house across the lake and said, "Isn't Gene's home there? We should go on an adventure."

"I believe that the owner of the house will definitely not welcome you." Myron said coldly, "I'm sure."

Owen had no choice but to continue reading in his diary: "...Jin prefers rose tea, I picked the sweetest one, and baked his specialty biscuits, hoping..."

Owen paused after reading this.

"Hope?" Myron asked curiously.

"I hope he can notice that the other pure white roses on my chest are the same color as his hair..." Owen closed the diary and smiled wryly: "Oh, it seems that my great-grandmother had a crush on that person, but fortunately it didn't work out, otherwise , I am not in this world anymore.”

Thinking of Natalie's favorite rose, I remember that it was a pure white Bourbon rose with curled petals like balls, and the intoxicating sweetness always sprinkled on the road she passed.

"Natalie is a good person," he said.

"How do you know she's a good person? Maybe she's insidious, treacherous and stingy..."

"Hey, she's your great-grandmother!" Myron scowled, "Don't speak ill of her."

"You protect her like this, I doubt that you are her great-grandson." Owen laughed: "Don't be like this, I will really be jealous."

Myron sulked for a while before reminding again: "...you don't want to continue reading the diary?"

Owen put the diary back in his pocket and said, "I've read this far today, I want to know the content, come to my house for tea tomorrow."

"Who said I must go to your house for tea? The contents of the diary are irrelevant to me." Said coldly.

"Oh, what a pity. The diary then mentioned the vampire incident in the town at that time. It was very exciting. It would be a pity to miss it."

"yes?"

How did Natalie describe the vampire incident?Myron thought, there were only three people who knew the truth at that time, two of them were dead, and one was still alive.