Lilia and Alice gradually drew closer towards Enrico.
Various flowers and plants were planted around the butterfly garden, and colorful butterflies swirled and danced in the air, making the area look like a fairyland.
"Uncle Enrico, Uncle Enrico, I'm going to introduce you to soone!"
Alice took Lilia's hands then smiled and opened her mouth. "This is her, Lilia ... Josh's wife."
"Hello, Uncle Enrico."
When Lilia was standing on the spot, she was able to take a closer look and found that there were so scars on the man's face, making the expression on his face look both complex but solid at the sa ti.
It's almost impossible to imagine the man's original appearance.
It seed like he could only peek through his eyes that had been permanently injured.
Uncle Enrico's hair around his ears was dyed frosty white, his back was crooked, with one of his legs looking ugly.
But since Jean used to look happy when he saw butterflies, he started building this garden voluntarily. His heart must be full of love.
The broom in Uncle Enrico's hand suddenly fell over at Alice's words, he lowered his head to the ground and raised his hand to cover his eye socket, as if he was afraid to expose it.
He muttered sothing in his voice, but Lilia didn't catch a word.
Alice was used to seeing this situation.
When she picked up the broom and handed it to Uncle Enrico again, she whispered to Lilia. "Uncle Enrico's throat was injured in his early years so he can't speak, but he must be too excited to hear that Josh is back. Right, uncle?!"
Unrico Enrico nodded, his hand holding the broom tightened.
Lilia felt even more sorry for the old man, she couldn't imagine how hard it was for him to live with such injuries.
He couldn't speak, not even the crook of his back looked like an ordinary hunchback.
Alice chatted with Uncle Enrico again, then led Lilia to the butterfly garden.
The temperature of the glass room was warr than outside, and the scent of flowers spread everywhere.
Lilia stepped on the stone path in the butterfly garden, but her eyes were once again attracted by the old uncle outside.
"What are you seeing?" Alice saw that she was constantly looking sowhere, thinking that there was sothing new, so she followed her gaze for a few seconds, but she couldn't understand why.
Lilia wondered in her heart. And after thinking for a mont, she asked, "Is Uncle Enrico also from Parma? Been here long?"
It was roughly the first ti she had seen soone with so many scars, and she couldn't help but feel curious.
Alice thought about it and said, "He is… I don't know if he cos from Parma. But uncle has been with for a long ti, I've known him since I was young."
"The injury on his face..."
Vincent's dical skills are very strong, and there was a family who knew of traditional Chinese dicine among them, couldn't they just ask for help?
Alice seed to understand Lilia's suspicions. She tilted her head and sighed. "When I first t Uncle Enrico in my teenage years, he was already like this. Besides, he seems to really hate dicine. Vincent and the others have co and wanted to check him out, but they were all rejected by Uncle Enrico. I thought he might have had many stories, and this scar may be his mory of the past. "
No one knew Enrico's origins, and no one asked when he had appeared here.
When everyone discovered that such a person was in the mayor's residence, even so servants dared to insult him personally.
But since he couldn't speak, he could just listen to everything silently.
Then, his father discovered this scene. His father saw that Enrico was truly pathetic and arranged for him to work as a lawnmower at the mansion.
When Alice t him for the first ti, she was too scared.
But after all this ti, she got used to it.
After all, Uncle Enrico took good care of her ho garden. Even though he couldn't speak, he would make a small toy out of bamboo leaves and give it to her.
At this ti, Alice took the frangipani flower in her hand, turned around and placed it on Lilia's earlobe. "Do you also think that Uncle Enrico is so pathetic?"
"Yes ..." Lilia responded with inexplicable sadness.
This feeling was probably because Uncle Enrico himself was very shy, but he still kept so many butterflies for Jean.
People with gentle minds have had a lot of bad luck.
Alice plucked another flower and placed it near her ear. She played it twice before saying. "I haven't seen Uncle Enrico laugh in a long ti. Wait for Josh to finish talking to my dad and let him talk to him. When you see him later, maybe it will make him happier."
Lilia disobeyed, and once again looked out of the butterfly garden. But she did not see Enrico's figure again.
In less than half an hour, Lilia and Alice have been strolling around the butterfly garden.
They were planning to go to the dressing room and Lilia to explain the color matching skills to her, but Lilia saw her husband's figure walking out of the villa in front.
"Hmm, have they finished talking? Why so fast?" Alice also saw Jean.
When Lilia saw him, she imdiately looked back at the butterfly garden.
"What are you seeing?" The man was pacing back and forth, the cuffs of his gray shirt rolled up, revealing his firm forearms. His long legs under his trousers looked straight and slender, his facial features firm and handso, and his deep gaze soft.
Alice looked at him, then she couldn't help feeling disappointed.
Lilia looked away from the butterfly garden, and said rather sadly, "I wanted to see if Uncle Enrico was still there."
"You t Uncle Enrico?" The man's gaze passed over Lilia's shoulders, but other than the wind blowing from the garden, he couldn't see Enrico anywhere.
Alice looked at the two of them enviously, and said after a while, "Uncle Enrico may be busy, have you finished talking to my father?
"So… Do you want to stay for lunch? I still want to be with Lilia again."
The man gave Alice a quick glance, and then he saw Lilia's pretty ears with flowers. "Your father has already prepared lunch at the Pavilion, so you better catch up. I'll see Uncle Enrico for a bit."
"Okay, I just saw him walking towards the bamboo forest." Lilia pointed ahead.
There was a great bamboo forest behind the butterfly garden.
She couldn't explain it, but Lilia really hoped that Jean would et Uncle Enrico.
After all these years, Uncle Enrico must've missed him very much.
That old uncle, who was physically handicapped, gave her a heart full of compassion.
...
In the depths of the bamboo forest, Uncle Enrico was seen walking in his black robe with limping legs.
He is walking very slowly, and it seems that it takes him a great effort to just make a step.
Sighs escaped his lips as his eyes showed a lot of complicated emotions.
Behind him, there was the sound of footsteps, making Uncle Enrico slow down. Thinking it was another servant, he raised his hands to the side, as if he didn't want anyone else to co and bother him.
However, the footsteps did not stop...
"Uncle Enrico ..." The voice sounded calm and gentle as Jean called him from the cracks of the bamboo forest.
It had been so long, his voice touched the soft hearted old man again.
Uncle Enrico's hands that were hidden under the black robe suddenly clenched.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter even a sentence.
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