swimming fish

Chapter 53

The last snow of this year fell on the Cangshan Mountain, the snow in the middle of the mountain covered the green pines, the rising sun fell on the rime, and scattered on the blue waves of the Erhai Lake.

The last flower market before New Year's Eve was held behind the shimmering waves, and the local people blocked the water around this small section of Erhai Lake.

People in Dali love flowers, and every family has always planted flowers. You can see the people who buy New Year flowers coming and going, which can prove it.

The other side of Erhai Lake was also surrounded by people.

This is the tourists who get up early to watch the sunrise on the Erhai Lake.Wrapped in winter clothes, they sat around the lake in twos and threes.

A cloud-carrying car with flowers passed behind them on the road around the lake and slowly drove back to the ancient city.

Song Yu parked the car back in the garage, and then turned around to move the car of newly bought flowers.

He moved the few pots of withered flowers back to Shuanglang.He hired a mother-in-law to take care of the yard in Shuanglang, so the flowers would always grow better.

But he bought a lot of new flowers in the past few days, and he filled them one by one on the newly made flower stand, and even transplanted two new tangerines under the white low wall.

Song Yu glanced at the flowers covered in the garden in the courtyard, for a moment he didn't know where to place his cart of flowers.He picked a few pots that were growing well from the garden and moved them to the roof.

Only then did the flowers in the cart be placed in the vacant space in the garden.

"Brother Song! Why are you bringing flowers back again?"

Liang Hao only woke up from his lazy dream when he heard Song Yu's movement outside the house.He put a coat over the thin shirt, braided his hair in a hurry, went out, looked at the people who were busy in the garden alone, and asked casually, "You only wear two? The sun hasn't come out yet, so don't catch a cold .”

According to the practice of previous years, Linchun's head is always cold for a while, these days is the time of cold spring, not to mention Liang Hao, even if he just picks up one from the ancient city, it is still much thicker than Song Yu's .

"Huh?" Song Yu raised his head from the flowers, and responded perfunctorily, "Got it."

Liang Hao was probably dissatisfied with Song Yu's attitude.She walked over, stood among the flowers, picked up a few yellowing leaves beside her, and threw them at Song Yu: "Mr. Ji said, you should wear one more!"

"Understood. I'll go right away, okay?" Song Yu put down the flowerpot, clapped his hands twice, and stepped up the steps.

Liang Hao looked at Song Yu's back as he went upstairs, and raised his eyebrows accordingly.

"'Mr. Ji', a hundred tests and a hundred spirits."

"Liang Hao!" Liang Hao didn't feel complacent when he heard Song Yu's voice coming from upstairs.

"Hey—" Liang Hao raised his voice and shouted to the people above, "What's wrong?"

"You take good care of the gray hair, don't tell her to trample on my flower bud again!"

"Ah? Oh, good." Liang Hao responded to Song Yu, and then remembered the gray-haired cat. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen her for a long time.

"Grey hair?" Liang Hao followed in the garden and called softly, "Grey hair? Where have you been, come out quickly, lest you will be abandoned by your father Song soon."

Liang Hao glanced around, and finally saw a pair of familiar eyes behind the swing on the flower stand.

"So you're hiding here." She leaned over and stretched out her hand to hug the gray fur back into her arms, "Your father Song is in a good mood and a bad mood, and his illness keeps recurring, don't step on his flowers, remember? "

Liang Hao nodded Hui Mao's little nose, and reasoned with her, Hui Mao blinked his eyes disapprovingly, chasing Liang Hao's finger and was about to bite it.

"I don't remember, and you can't help it." Liang Hao patted her fluffy and soft head, and scratched her chin, "Aunt Liang can't cover you, you have to wait for your father, Mr. Ji, to come back. Sue again, do you hear me?"

"Meow--"

"That's what I heard." Liang Hao sat on the swing, put her on his lap again, and said while stroking the gray hair on Huimao's body, "I don't know how long your father will come back. Don't be the last Give Song Ge an empty joy..."

Liang Hao followed with a sigh.

It was also the morning of New Year's Eve, Ji Anhe woke up from his dream.

The snow that fell all night brought whiteness to the city, but it did not suppress the hustle and bustle of New Year's Eve.

Ji Anhe opened the curtains and watched the fine snow fall on the caps of the children who were playing snowball fights downstairs, and on the red plum branches that tripped the children.

The red plums were planted for greening in the community before, and there were not many of them in the whole community.Ji Anhe had such a plant downstairs.

The wind rises and the flowers fall, red plums and white snow.

Ji Anhe's mouth twitched, he picked up his phone from the bed, and took a picture of the scene.

Then he thought about it for a while, and then edited a message that was similar to previous years, and sent it out.

【ji】: Plum blossoms are falling, happy New Year's Eve.

[Fish]: Happy New Year's Eve, Mr. Ji, today is not a group post

【ji】: I am not a group post either.

[Fish]: Last year I didn’t post in groups

【ji】: Neither did I last year.

Ji Anhe replied with a smile.

In just a few words, the sweetness dripped into my heart.

It turned out that in the past few years, Song Yu was like him, and he was like Song Yu.

So both of them stopped what they were saying just right, and they both changed the topic just right.

【ji】: How is your life this year?

[Fish]: Sister is coming to celebrate the New Year with me today.She had a boyfriend who made guitars.She said that the family needs to get together once, probably because she wants me to help her see my brother-in-law.By the way, I bought New Year's flowers, the kind my sister likes, emmmmm... I also bought a rose, the kind you like.

[Fish]: Mr. Ji, when the new year is over in Dali, it will be spring.

Looking at Song Yu's thoughtful words, Ji Anhe couldn't hide the joy in his brows.

Song Yu was reminding him that it was time to go back.

He deliberately teased Song Yu.

【Ji】: Yes.

After replying, he saw Song Yu asked "It's just like this", he smiled, and was about to type when his phone vibrated because of a new call.

"Hello." Ji Anhe connected the phone.

"Brother, are you coming back today? Mom said, let me ask you again to confirm."

Ji Anhe looked back at the red plums on the white snow, recalling what Song Yu had just sent, he twitched the corners of his mouth and replied affirmatively.

"return."

Song Yu saw that after he sent these words, there was no reply.

This made Song Yu less interested today.He pouted, got up and lightly touched the wind chime behind the garden door, waited for a while, and made sure he hadn't received a new reply from Ji Anhe before going downstairs to find something else to do for himself, perhaps getting busy, You wouldn't have such high hopes.

Song Yu's elder sister, Song You, arrived late in the afternoon.She was still wearing a long skirt, with flowing long hair, slightly curved eyebrows, and the same gentle smile as Song Yu.

She waited for the man who was driving her car to pull in, then took out a new acoustic guitar from the car.

"I heard from you last time that the guitar was soaked in wine and it was out of tune. He made it for you specially, you try it?" She handed the acoustic guitar and rushed to Song Yu who was standing in the garage waiting for her. Said.

Song Yu stared blankly at the acoustic guitar in Song You's hand, but he didn't reach out for it.

The man who came with Song You sincerely explained: "Maybe this one is not as good as your previous one, but..."

"It's comparable." Song Yu took the guitar with a smile before the man finished speaking, "It's just mine, which means more. But since it's the kindness of sister and you, I have to do it no matter what." Take it, right?"

Song You glanced at the obedient Song Yu in front of her, and warned unceremoniously: "Just know."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows: "That's just right, let's try the sound."

He walked out with the guitar while talking, and sat on the swing next to the flower stand.

When the wind is clear, the flowers bloom.

Song Yu's slender fingers gently plucked the strings, and the leisurely music poured into the courtyard.

He sang softly, and the few strings came in harmony.

"...

The winter wind wraps around the flower stand,

Between the pages of the book are dried flowers,

Under the vines brewing new tea,

Kissing fish..."

Song Yu's voice suddenly trembled when he sang here, and his subordinates plucked the strings wrongly.

The singing and chords stopped abruptly.

There was a little crystal in the corner of his eye, and the crystal quickly slipped down the corner of his eye, and then it was almost invisible.

He pursed his lips and lowered his head in thought.

Why didn't the fish who begged him for a kiss come back home?

The author says:

Yan·Too much nonsense·Chi next week!It must be over!I rest for two days

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