swimming fish

Song Yu's "Yes" reached Ji Anhe's ears when Ji Anhe turned to leave.

Ji Anhe's lips pursed unconsciously, with a hint of helplessness. He didn't stop, and walked towards his room outside the door.

After returning to the room, he fell down on his bed, looked at the ceiling and thought about the thought that had suddenly occurred to him before.He seems to understand why Ji Tong must let him come here for vacation.

This place is really relaxing, making him feel more comfortable than any place he has ever been.

He turned over and pursed his lips, reminiscing about the lunch of grilled fish and fine wine.

For some reason, this meal was more memorable than any meal he had in his own city.

His lips moved slightly, he closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

The setting sun melts gold, and the rays of light fall on the window.After waking up from his afternoon nap, Ji Anhe opened the curtains in the room, and opened the glass windows as before, and the sunlight took advantage of the situation to sneak in and slowly spread throughout the room.

"Boom boom boom——"

A knock on the door sounded in due time.

He went up to open the door, saw the person outside who was waving to him, and said with a smile, "Boss Song, are you sober?"

"Wake up." Song Yu put down his hands, "What I said in the garden that day..."

Ji Anhe interrupted him: "Did you say something? I don't remember."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, and accepted Ji Anhe's affection: "Really, I don't really remember," he handed out the original book, and followed suit, "But I vaguely remember that Mr. Ji seems to have taken a fancy to this book. Book?"

"Huh?" Ji Anhe's eyes lingered on the book for a while, looking at the yellowed footer, not exposing Song Yu's clumsy lies. Besides, he also wanted to read that book, but he was not sure. Before Song Yu's real intention, he didn't reach out to pick up the book.

"I put it there when I bought it before, and it's dusty when I keep it. If you like it, you can take it and look through it?" Song Yu's eyes fell on his book, and he took a handful of open-roof garden. The key to the Taoism is in the book, and the key has a head, which looks more like a bookmark. "There are a few other books on the shelf, even if they are not novels, they may have been moldy. If Mr. Ji is free, It's—well, or take it as mine..."

Song Yu frowned, as if he was looking for a good excuse.He said just now that he didn't remember, and he said that he apologized, which didn't seem very good.

"Apologize?" Ji Anhe understood what he hadn't expressed, moved his eyes slightly, and reiterated, "Actually, there's no need to do this, I said I forgot. It's an equivalent exchange. After all, I drank your wine and ate your grilled fish."

"Then... Mr. Ji is willing to make friends with me?" Song Yu smiled and raised his chin, handing over the book.

"Boss Song's way of making friends is quite unique." Ji Anhe followed suit with a chuckle, and raised his hand to take the book.

Song Yu's finger pointed to reveal the key next to the book, and said with a smile: "It depends on who I'm with, I'm probably only as unique as Mr. Ji."

Ji Anhe opened the book, took the key in his hand, and unconsciously glanced at Xiaolan who had pinned flowers by the door, and saw that the basket that had pinned flowers a few days ago was now empty.

He frowned subconsciously before replying in a low voice: "Got it."

Song Yu watched Ji Anhe go back to his room and close the door, then glanced at the empty basket, and curled his lips.

But he was still in a good mood, the kind of joy that he was afraid that others would not see it.When he passed by the vase display at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, he raised his hand to straighten the crooked flower branch before going downstairs.

Liang Hao was guiding the monkey to move the pots of flowers on the top of the flower stand in the garden. When he turned his head and saw Song Yu coming downstairs, he ran over quickly, ignoring the question at the side of the flower stand, "Do you want to move this pot down too?" Monkey smiled at Song Yu courteously and doglegly.

Song Yu casually asked, "What's the matter?"

"Boss, I want to ask for leave tomorrow!"

Song Yu stepped out of the house and answered the monkey for Liang Hao: "Move down." Then he turned to look at Liang Hao: "Huh?"

"Isn't tomorrow the Flower Festival? My friend and I have made an appointment to go to Shangguan to see the flowers."

Chaohua Festival is a Baihua Festival originally set up by Bai people for Baihuaxian. Now the custom of raising flowers in every family has been passed down, and this Chaohua Festival has also been preserved.

Every year, those flower seas in Shangguan and Xiaguan will jointly hold some activities, Song Yu knows that.Leaving Liang Hao aside, even though Song You has lived here for 30 to [-] years, she still turns around every year.These flowers are never boring.

"Go," Song Yu moved the flowers that the monkey had brought down, and explained again, "But, the old rules, you have to finish the work."

"Okay, boss."

"Are you going to play for two days?" Song Yu took a pair of scissors from the wooden table in the garden.

"Yeah. So the work the day after tomorrow..." Liang looked at the monkey embarrassedly, and the monkey immediately turned his eyes away, pretending not to see it.

Song Yu saw the eyes of the two people chasing and avoiding in front of him, smiled, stood up and said: "Then tomorrow morning, put new flowers on the last few rooms before leaving. I will do it myself for the day after tomorrow. You girl, just remember to come back early at night."

"Okay! Thank you, boss!" Liang Hao was even happier when he heard it, and immediately stepped forward to take over Song Yu's work as if to repay his favor, and said, "I'll do it."

"Oh, by the way, don't forget to don some flowers on the third floor tomorrow." Song Yu handed the scissors to Liang Hao, clapped his hands, and informed, "You forgot today."

"But why didn't you see the flower branch on the third floor in previous years?" Liang muttered in a low voice unconvinced, "Let's say goodbye for a week."

"This year's flowers are good and suitable." Song Yu looked at the flower buds that Liang Hao had cut out, with a smile on his lips.

"What suits?" Liang Hao then looked at the flower branch in his hand.

A little bit of bright red on the branches is eye-catching, and the bones are shy.

It clearly resembles someone very much, but upon closer inspection, it doesn't look so resembling.

Song Yu's smile suddenly became much gentler: "He is suitable."

"Is it suitable?" Liang Hao lifted up the flower branch, and looked left and right without seeing any difference, "I don't think it is different from previous years, except that it bloomed earlier this year?"

"Talk too much. Remember not to leave tomorrow." Song Yu glanced at the flower and walked to the kitchen.

"Oh." Liang Hao frowned at Song Yu's back.

The next day dawned early, and probably the sky knew that today was a good day.The weather was exceptionally clear, and even the wind on the roof softened a lot.

Ji Anhe always got up very early. He followed his routine and ate breakfast at the stall opposite downstairs. The first thing he did when he came back was to go to the garden on the roof, fulfill his promise, and dry out books for Song Yu.

He took two or three books from the bookshelf, and put them on the board in front of him, which was not so much a couch, but actually a board made of several wooden boards.

He flipped through these books one by one that Song Yu said were about to go moldy.actually not.Every book has traces of being turned over in the past, it is not new, and naturally it will not reach the point of mold.

It's just that Song Yu spoke half-truths to him, and Ji Anhe didn't know which one of his words was teasing and which one was the truth, so he unconsciously wanted to take a closer look to see where he was telling the truth , where is false again.

Ji Anhe was thinking about how many times he had been in contact with Song Yu in the past half a month, when suddenly the sound of "da da da" footsteps going upstairs interrupted his thoughts.

Someone came up to the third floor.Ji Anhe thought so.

Holding the book in his hand, he stood up and walked towards the door, peeking into the corridor.

At this moment, he saw a person standing in front of his door.

He couldn't help frowning, pushed his glasses, and walked behind the man.