Moonlight Love Poem

I sighed, swept away all the thoughts in my mind, straightened up and planned to do something else.But then the butler came over and informed me that Brian was visiting.

My brother glanced at me, stood up and walked upstairs. Originally, I wanted to refuse Brian, but after seeing his expression as if he knew everything, I gave up and told the housekeeper to let him in.

After the butler went out, Brian quickly appeared at the door.

The bruise on his chin has disappeared, and it is smooth now, and the glasses have been replaced. His eyes are deep under the thick black hair, and he is always arrogant and elegant. When he saw me, he smiled, but instead Ask about the whereabouts of my brother.

"Above, do you want to see him?" I said sleepily, and stood up, "I'll call him."

Brian glanced at me, and he said lightly, "No need, I'm here to see you."

As he said that, he came over, sat down beside me, poured himself a cup of black tea, pressed the lid of the cup with his slender fingers, and turned his head to ask me: "Do you want to pour you a cup too?"

I was discouraged and sat down: "No need, you can drink it yourself."

After getting the answer, he put the teapot aside, picked up the cup gracefully and took a sip, the hot steam rose up like a mist, fogging his glasses with just one sip, I looked at him with one hand on the coffee table , Seeing him like this is a bit funny, I don't know if he can see me.

"What are you thinking?" Brian put down the cup, the fog in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, and his tone was relaxed, "Still peeping at me?"

"Why don't I look in the mirror?" I gently replied to him, I lowered my head, looked at the gemstone bracelet my brother gave me, observed its changing color, and said casually, "What do you want me to do? It's impossible I really just wanted to—"

I stopped talking halfway through, feeling a little annoyed.

Forget it before, but Brian, who confessed to me, might really do such a thing.

Brian didn't say anything else along the topic, his attention seemed to be attracted by my bracelet, and he sighed: "It's really a delicate gem."

I urgently needed to change the subject, and nodded in agreement when I heard this: "Indeed, the source of the gemstone must be unusual."

His fingers touched the sapphire lightly, and the moment he touched it, the gem turned from blue to red, as if some magic had been cast, he calmly said: "It may be artificially made, but if you can do this, you want to spend A lot of energy."

As he spoke, he looked at me with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I heard that the more energy and effort you spend, the sweeter the fruit will be. Ans, what do you think?"

With a stiff face, I withdrew my hand: "Yes."

"Why do you look so unhappy in the morning?" He also retracted his gaze, and turned to the vase on the coffee table, in which were the red and white roses that had just been cut from the garden in the morning, looking pure and beautiful.

"Did the little red rose stab you?" He reached out and touched the petals of the red rose, and the rose trembled, as if shy.

Although Brian was joking, he was right. The cranberries in the morning stabbed me. I hesitated, thinking about what he said before, and finally said: "Obviously I have I intend to forgive him for his betrayal, why is he still unwilling to tell me the truth?"

"Ivis?" Brian asked. "He came to see you in the morning?"

"Well, but he didn't admit it." I said, "I didn't listen to it after that. It was a lie in the first place. What's the point of listening?"

Brian withdrew his hand, leaned back slightly, pressed his elbow on the back of the other hand, and pushed his glasses: "Well done, Ans. It's actually easy to understand."

"Ives doesn't want to admit that he betrayed you, because he is afraid that you will abandon him. Even if the fact is already in front of us, he still wants to say that he didn't do it, and pulls this thin veil."

"In his heart, maybe you are not that merciful." He sighed, "After all, I never thought that dear Ansair is the Virgin Mary."

"But there is nothing wrong with the Virgin Mary." Brian's emerald green eyes were shining, his handsome face was like a carefully carved portrait, his slender fingers gently grasped my fingertips, and he smiled, " It is my soft-hearted Virgin Mary."

His fingertips were not warm, but when he finished speaking, the back of my neck became hot, and the fingertips held by him also started to feel slightly hot. Maybe Brian's movements were too restrained, and the fingertips were gently held What I feel is only cherished.

This kind of touch that can be pulled away at any time seems to give me the right to choose.

The tenderness between Brian's eyebrows and eyes was too obvious. Before I could say anything, he let go of his hand lightly and deftly. He picked up the teacup with the hand that was pinching my fingertips just now, motioned to me, and raised his head to take a sip. .

I looked down at the hand, vaguely remembering that it was the one that slapped Elvis, but the tactile sensation from the slap had completely disappeared, leaving only the heat of my fingertips.

"...Brian." I opened my mouth, wanting to talk to him seriously.

At this time, the figure of the butler interrupted my words again. He walked in from the outside, saluted us, and said, "Someone outside is looking for Your Excellency Adelaide, saying that he is urgently needed to go back."

Brian snorted and asked, "Who is it?"

Butler: "It's your housekeeper. He looks very anxious."

Brian turned around to say something, I stood up and looked at him, "Go out and have a look."

Brian and I went out together, and when we got outside, it was the familiar butler. At this moment, his brows were filled with anxiety. When he saw Brian come out, he hurried forward two steps, saluted me, then turned his head and whispered something to Brian. , Brian's usual expression became a little dignified, and he even sneered at the end.

"Is something serious going on?" I was a little worried.

The butler of the Adelaide family glanced at me, hesitant, but Brian stretched out his hand, palm up, and made an invitation gesture: "Do you want to go with me?"

"Master Brian..." His butler wanted to stop him.

Brian glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to look at me: "Anse?"

It's really not good to be involved in his family's affairs now, but when I think about what happened before, I feel tight, for fear that Brian will be like Elvis this time, and be forced to betray me after marriage.

Finally, I nodded, but didn't put my hand in his.Just patted his palm quickly: "OK."

Brian and I got into the Adelaide family's carriage together. We had nothing to say along the way. I played with the gemstone. Brian laughed when he saw it: "Do you like it so much?"

I hummed, and Brian looked at me intently, and said something silently.

I was a little puzzled, thinking of the lip shape, I lowered my head and silently recalled it. After trying it two or three times, I realized that I also like that sentence.

"Ansair," Brian's voice sounded, "we're here."

The Adelaide mansion is different from the Campbell mansion. When we walked in, there were many daisy-like flowers planted in the courtyard. I thought it had a special taste, but Brian told me that it was not a daisy, but a wild flower that represented wisdom. The chrysanthemum was chosen by him personally.

"Will anyone know?" I asked him at the time.

Brian looked at me with those smart and proud eyes, and he said gracefully: "This is exactly the meaning of its existence, to distinguish whether a person is wise or not."

The memory is too long, and I didn’t expect that these flowers of wisdom are still blooming luxuriantly. I turned to him and asked him: “Are these flowers still used to judge whether people are wise? If someone can’t recognize it, how about saying that the little daisies here bloom beautifully?” manage?"

Brian took the time to look at the flowers on the ground, and said calmly: "I will tell him that you are right."

"Let them think so. It's not wise to be serious at this time." He paused and added, "If you think about it this way, I should have agreed with you."

"Why?" I wondered.

Brian: "Of course it's to make you happy. It's also fine to plant daisies."

While speaking, Brian had already reached his destination. He stopped gently at the door for a few steps. The waiter opened the door, and all the people and things inside the door came into my eyes. Inside the door stood Brian's father. , the elder with his hands behind his back, nodded when he saw me, and was not surprised by my appearance; there was also a man with his head bowed standing there, and a lady was wiping tears with a handkerchief. The Duke of Adelaide is similar, his hair color and eye color are more traditional of the Bryan family, but his face does not have the kind of calm and elegant, and his whole person looks haggard.

Brian stepped in and I followed him, finally standing in front of the Duke of Adelaide.

"What happened to him again?" Brian said in a calm tone, talking to the Duke of Adelaide, "I don't think he died, so it shouldn't be serious."

The lady's tears flowed more fiercely: "Brian! How can you say that about your cousin?"

I was curious, wondering what this cousin looked like.

"Aunt Meili," Brian said, "you didn't tell me what he did, but you just brought the news that Sean died and returned soon."

Hearing this, I looked at the lady in astonishment. In order to let Brian come back as soon as possible, this lady spoke really hard.He is obviously his own child, but he can even say such words as death.

The lady was choked by Brian, and the Duke of Adelaide turned to look at me, and said gently: "Please go sit and rest over there, Duke Rose."

Brian also turned his head and nodded, so I sat down to rest not far away, and the maid brought me a cup of tea and snacks.

I smiled at her, picked up a fork and forked a piece of cake into my mouth.

The sweet and mellow taste melted in my mouth. I picked up the teacup and took a sip. After finishing the small cake in two or three bites, I put down the fork and continued to listen to the conversation over there.