Chapter 719 Deep In The Flowering Shrubs


    Sheryl raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly. She squatted down beside the old man and poured


    him a cup of tea. She just smelled the medicine on the table and felt bitter. How could he drink it?


    "Grandpa, drink some water to moisten your throat!"


    The old man slowly opened his eyes. Although he was weak, his eyes were bright, which was very


    inconsistent with his physical condition. He looked at his granddaughter with a smile and felt deeply


    touched.


    "You know how to take care of me. Unlike your cousin, he always makes me worry about him. How


    could hee back to see me?"


    As he spoke, he took the cup in Sheryl''s hand and took a sip. The bitterness in his mouth was slightly


    relieved, but it could not relieve the bitterness in his heart.


    He sighed heavily and looked into the distance.


    Looking at his grandfather''s expression, Sheryl knew that his mind was not here. She sighed and


    looked at the thing in her grandfather''s hand.


    Although she couldn''t see it clearly, it seemed to be a piece of paper. But her grandfather held it so


    tightly that she couldn''t see clearly what it was.


    When she got up and came back, she brought a nket. She covered it gently on her grandfather and


    left the room quietly.


    Sheryl looked up and imagined the direction of her grandfather''s gaze. She was surprised. She slowly


    walked to a room and stopped in front of it. The flowers and nts in front of the door were surrounded


    by a faint fragrance.


    In this season, if it weren''t for someone carefully nurtured, they would have withered long ago!


    "Miss Sheryl, why are you here?"


    The butler''s surprised voice came from behind. Sheryl turned around and saw the butler rushing over


    and pulling her away from this ce.


    "Hardy, what''s that ce? I often see grandpa looking at this ce in a daze. Why?"


    The old butler sighed and looked up at the building not far away, with a heavy heart. He shook his head


    and felt sorry.


    "Tragedy!"


    "Tragedy?"


    Sheryl frowned and moved forward slightly. Looking at the old housekeeper''s rare depression, the


    doubts in her heart became more and more heavy.


    "Hardy, what''s that ce? Is it..."


    Seeing that Miss Sheryl was about to blurt out the taboo, the old housekeeper hurriedly retreated to the


    side. He looked around thoughtfully, afraid that the master would hear it.


    "Miss Sheryl, please don''t say it!"


    Hearing the old housekeeper''s reminder, Sheryl hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands and rolled


    her big eyes, inexplicably feeling a little sad. That name was indeed a taboo. It was the taboo set by


    her grandfather and rted to everyone in the Liu family.


    "Hardy, has grandpa been living like this all these years?"


    The old butler frowned and sighed heavily. He couldn''t tell anyone about it casually.


    "The master really loves her, but his heart is broken because of her!"


    Sheryl sighed and felt depressed. All the flowers in the yard were her aunt''s favorite. She was afraid


    that after so many years, the decoration inside should not have changed at all!


    "I want to go in and have a look, okay?"


    "No way! The key to the yard has been kept by the master all the time, and he cleaned it by himself.


    Miss Sheryl, please don''t make things difficult for me."


    The old housekeeper shook his head heavily. He really couldn''t agree to her request. The master was


    always soft-hearted. Although he didn''t say it, he cared about love the most.


    Sheryl lowered her head with regret. She didn''t know what to say about her grandfather''s bad temper.


    But such an affectionate person was the most painful!


    He kept all the things in his heart, and from time to time, they would torture him.


    "Grandpa must be tired!"


    "The master is a stubborn man and she resembles him very much. That''s why the two of them always


    have a knot in their hearts, which makes people feel heartbroken!"


    For the old butler who had apanied the master all the time, he had witnessed the whole thing. He


    knew everything, but didn''t know how to express it.


    He was so loyal to his master that he couldn''t go against his master''s will.


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    "Hardy, I''m going to be with my grandpa. I want to eat Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs for lunch!"


    Sheryl''s eyes twinkled. She snuggled up to the old housekeeper and acted like a spoiled child.


    "Okay! Good! I''ll ask Rena to prepare it right now!"


    The old housekeeper also liked this youngdy very much. She came to visit the master from time to


    time, so that he didn''t have to stay alone in the yard.


    The Liu family''s old house was sparsely popted all year round. Only during the Spring Festival did it


    be more popr. But as long as Miss Sheryl was there, the yard would immediately be full of


    vitality.


    Seeing the old butler''s figure disappear, Sheryl gave a naughty smile. She turned around and sneaked


    back to the yard. After looking around, she turned over and went in.


    After passing through the flower corridor, the door gradually appeared. Sheryl walked over carefully


    and looked at the lock. She had no choice for a moment.


    "Grandpa, you are so mean. It''s just a yard, but there are so manyyers of locks. Are you really


    guarding against thieves?"


    She didn''t give up and walked around the room. Finally, she saw an open window, which was shaking


    gently in the wind.


    "Ha ha! I got it!"


    It took Sheryl quite a while to get into the room. Although there had been no traces of living in the


    house for many years, it was clean inside, as if the owner had just gone out.


    Sheryl was very excited to set foot here for the first time because she only had the impression of her


    aunt in the photo. She rummaged around the house, trying to find more ways to get to know her aunt.


    She pushed open the door of a room and saw books on the bookshelf. They were all kinds of books.


    There was also a piece of paper on the table. Although it had turned yellow, the handwriting on it was


    beautiful and neat. It must be the work of her aunt!


    "Rosemary."


    She opened her mouth and slowly spoke out the name, which was closest to the image and


    temperament of her aunt in the photo. She gently brushed the handwriting on it, and her portrait was


    still hanging not far away.


    She was holding a folding fan in her hand, and every detail was handled properly. Because it was


    painted by ink, the surroundings were slightly dyed.


    What surprised Sheryl most was that the signature was his grandfather.


    "What kind of person is she?"