The students fell silent upon seeing this.
They knew how much the gentleman valued the flower.
When Song Fanze learned that the student had knocked over the red rose outside his window, he rushed over immediately.
When the students saw their teacher, they showed an attitude of admitting their mistakes.
Although Song Fanze felt sorry for the flowers, he did not blame them.
He found a new flowerpot, put the red rose in it, and then watered it.
After the students left with feelings of guilt, Song Fanze carefully tended to the petals of the red rose.
When she got tired, she turned and walked towards her bed.
He leaned against the bed and fell asleep without realizing it, entering a dream.
In his dream, he vaguely saw a beautiful figure in front of him, the woman wearing a bright red dress.
He walked over slowly, and the woman in red turned her head and smiled at him, though he couldn't see her face clearly.
Just as he was about to walk over for a closer look, the woman in red disappeared, and he woke up from his dream.
After waking up, he got up and turned to look at the red rose. A gentle breeze blew by, and it seemed to be waving at him.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and gently stroke the petals.
The servant bowed and entered. "Mr. Fanze, someone is looking for you outside."
He glanced at the red rose out of the corner of his eye; outside the window, the red rose was growing very well.
In the past few months, this red rose has not withered, but has instead bloomed more and more stunningly.
In recent days, due to the vigorous growth of the red roses, flower lovers have come to visit.
Inside the lobby.
A group of literati and scholars sat down in chairs. When they saw Song Fanze, they immediately stood up and bowed to him.
"I heard that Mr. Fan Ze has cultivated an extremely bright and beautiful red rose, so I came here out of admiration."
"Mr. Fan Ze, may we take a look at that red rose?"
Song Fanze politely replied, "Okay."
Then the servant brought over the red rose, and the scholars and literati looked at it with surprise and admiration.
"Just as the rumors say, it is a top-quality plant."
"This red rose is so beautiful, and it's still blooming in this season, showing no signs of withering."
The petals of the red rose are delicate and lustrous, soft and smooth like silk, and exude a unique fragrance.
Literati and scholars couldn't help but write several poems about it.
"Mr. Fan Ze, would you be willing to part with this red rose and sell it to me? Price is not a problem."
"Count me in, Mr. Fan Ze. Name your price."
"And me, Mr. Vanze, this red rose is so beautiful, I want to take it back to my wife."
Song Fanze shook his head, "I'm sorry, everyone, I want to keep this red rose myself and have no intention of selling it."
"...I see." They said, somewhat disappointed.
...
Before we knew it, winter arrived, and thick snow began to fall from the sky.
The red rose outside the study window was also covered with a thick layer of snow.
Early in the morning, Song Fanze put on a warm coat, opened the study, and moved the red rose from outside the window into the room.
A charcoal fire burned in the room, and the red rose was placed beside it. He lay on the bed watching over it, and soon fell asleep again.
He dreamed of the girl in red again; she was running, laughing, and occasionally turning her head to wave at him.
He still couldn't see her face clearly. Suddenly, the girl in red caught fire.
She looked frightened, "...My benefactor, please help me!"
He rushed over to put out the fire, but he couldn't extinguish it no matter what he did.
Just as he was frantically trying to figure out what to do, he woke up.
He seemed to smell something, turned his head, and saw that the red rose bush was on fire.
Startled, he quickly got up to put out the fire. He grabbed a bucket of water from the side and poured it on the red rose, extinguishing the fire instantly.
The petals of the red rose were slightly charred and a few had fallen off; it trembled slightly.
Song Fanze squatted down.
He apologized, saying, "...I'm sorry."
Then, the red rose twitched its petals, as if to say it didn't matter.
Song Fanze looked surprised. He looked around the room to make sure there was no wind blowing in.
At that moment, the petals of the red rose stirred again.
“You…” Song Fanzhe exclaimed in surprise.
"You can move?"
The petals stirred again.
Time passed slowly, and Song Fanze finally accepted the fact that the red rose could move.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" he asked tentatively.
The red rose branch bowed slightly and nodded, and Song Fanze showed a surprised expression again.
"Are you alright? I accidentally fell asleep and got you burned."
Red Rose shook her head.
During the day, the sun came out, and the wind and snow outside lessened considerably. Song Fanze placed the red rose on the table near the window.
That night, he didn't go back to his room, but slept on the bed in the study.
His gaze would occasionally drift to the red rose, whose petals were still somewhat charred.
He hadn't even processed what had happened during the day when the Crimson Rose turned out to be alive and could even hear him speak.
As he gazed at his reflection, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a clap of thunder outside his window.
It started pouring rain outside.
He got up and saw that the red rose outside the window had been blown down by the cold night wind and fallen outside.
Song Fanze got up, put on his coat, and hurriedly ran out.
The red roses lay fallen in the snow, the red and white colors intertwining to create a poignant and beautiful scene.
He quickly took off his coat, wrapped the red rose in it, and went back inside.
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