"Then do you know what this flower is called?" Although Song Xiaoxuan smiled lightly, there was wine-like anticipation in her eyes.
"Of course I know. It's Wangyoucao, also called daylilies. It's the same name as yours. It's carefree." Li Shaohui said with a smile. That day, she saw that she had something on her mind, so she thoughtfully said a lot of words to comfort herself, Before leaving, he really licked his face and asked for a bunch of red roses to please Bolin Yueer.
"It's more or less the same." Song Xiaoxuan nodded happily after hearing Li Shaohui's flattering words, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of smiles, she was as delicate and naive as a girl, Li Shaohui looked at it, suddenly became bewildered, and the pain in her heart also It faded a lot.
"I'll give you another one." Song Xiaoxuan couldn't help but stuffed another small yellow flower into Li Shaohui's hand, and then suddenly blushed and said coyly: "Brother Li, I still want to tell you that day lily is also called day lily, which represents a kind of flower. Ordinary and happy life, of course it is the mother flower of China, so it is also very good for you to give it to your bride at the wedding in the future."
Li Shaohui looked at Song Xiaoxuan's joyful and angry face with a different kind of emotion, he was shocked, and hurriedly shouted: "My bride is Xu Nuo and Hua Er, please help me give her this kind of flower !"
Song Xiaoxuan was startled when she heard the words, her resentful expression flashed past, and she smiled again: "Brother Li, have you noticed that every time you are unhappy, you will be much happier after seeing me. It was like this last time , It¡¯s the same this time, you see you cried just now, didn¡¯t you laugh again now?¡±
"Where is it? Do I have it? You will talk nonsense." Li Shaohui hurriedly defended, trying his best to maintain his dignity as a man.
"Hehe, don't try to deny it, I've seen it all." Song Xiaoxuan giggled, her face was full of jokes, and after a while, her face suddenly darkened, and she said very seriously: "Brother Li, you have to know, If I can make you laugh, I can make you cry. If next time I ask you, you still can¡¯t remember this day lily, Wangyou grass, and you still dissatisfy me, I won¡¯t let you" Song Xiaoxuan said nothing Going on, he made a vicious look at Li Shaohui, threatened to walk away with a smile.
"This girl has really changed. No wonder Brother Song can't understand her more and more. It seems that he can't even guess her mind." Li Shaohui shook his head, looking at Song Dafu who was sleeping soundly next to him, helplessly With a long sigh.
But Xu Nuoben was happily picking with Luyao Xiaomei and others in the vegetable garden. The bamboo basket on his arm was already filled with various vegetables, including bright red tomatoes and green cucumbers
"These are green and pollution-free fresh vegetables. When you go back at night, you must show your hand and entertain everyone." Xu Nuo thought happily, and stood up, but because he squatted for too long, when he got up, he felt dizzy. She couldn't stand stably for a while, and almost fell down, then she bent over and coughed again, coughing non-stop, she covered her lips lightly with her little hand, she felt a sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of scorching liquid gushed out from her mouth , flowed on her hand, splashed on her face, she opened her palm to see, it was scarlet blood, warm and warm, under the sunlight, it was shiny, weird and vivid, the blood flowed down the fingers slipped from time to time, drop by drop, dripping in the fruitful vegetable garden, and also dripping in the warm afterglow after autumn
Xu Nuo smiled bitterly, and looked up at the distant sky. To the northwest was a round of golden setting sun, hanging leisurely on the horizon, swaying unhurriedly, falling down helplessly, falling, and the clouds beside him were also long gone. The seven colors of clouds, the nobility of purple, the enthusiasm of red, the poignant beauty of yellow
"Isn't this my life?" Xu Nuo sighed, turned to look at relatives and friends, Luyao Wenwen and the others did not notice her abnormality, they were still talking and laughing, picking, and Song Xiaoxuan didn't know when she would come again. Played the game of eagle catching chicks with the group of children, of course running in front to act as a hateful eagle is naturally Xiaojun, they laughed and made noise.
Looking to the east, Song Dafu was already lying on the mat, sleeping soundly with the sky as his cover and the ground as his bed; while the one he loved was leaning against a tree with a small yellow flower in his mouth , looking at him with full eyes.
Xu Nuo's heart suddenly surged with tenderness, she threw down the bamboo basket and ran towards Li Shaohui.
"Slow down, slow down, you're so big, yet you're so unsteady?" Under Li Shaohui's gentle reproach, Xu Nuo lay in his arms, looking at all the beautiful things in the world with nostalgia, and Li Shaohui also played with it Her hair was red, her eyes were red, and she was silent.
I don't know how long it took, Xu Nuo suddenly said quietly: "Husband, Xuan'er is really a good girl, she can take care of that brat Xiaojun so quickly."
Li Shaohui thought of the conversation with Song Xiaoxuan just now, and smiled unconsciously: "If you stay with children for a long time, you will naturally becomeIt was like a man who was ups and downs shaking and sighing.
"Old Yu, is that you?" Li Shaohui asked softly.
I don't know when, Lele has left her playmate and returned to Luyao's side, holding Luyao's clothes, bathed in the afterglow of the evening, and cast two figures of different lengths on the horizon.
The mother and daughter stared at the sunset in the sky, dumbfounded. Are they also missing that ordinary but great relative?
"Oh! It's another dream of flowers in the moon and water in the mirror." Li Shaohui let out a long sigh helplessly, and the little yellow flower in his mouth, under the blowing of the breeze, broke away from Li Shaohui's care, and with the wind, Soft and hazy, the beauty and fragility of the flowers, the whiteness of the snow, the tenderness and fraternity of the moon, drifting away into the distance
It is another romantic future and past, and another little-known passing love.
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