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Ti Xiao felt that, looking at ancient and modern times, there are many people who YY their crush every day, drive to the edge of the universe every day, and want to produce food every day.

But at the critical moment, he is probably the only one who becomes a cowardly little goldfish, and even if there are others, he is not counseling.

And when did he say something like "when spring comes, I will do sports with you"? ? ?

"Luck your head." Ti Xiao blushed, resisting the desire, and almost kicked him out with hands and feet, "When did I say such a thing?"

As soon as they stepped out of the quilt, they were hugged again, and they even rolled around together with the quilt, and the kiss with fiery breath fell on the cheek.

"Before, when I was eating hot pot, I was in the supermarket." Xiao Yao said and kissed him.

Years ago, the two hadn't been together yet, and when they made an appointment to eat hot pot, Ti Xiao caught a cold, so Xiao Yao asked him if he wanted to go for a run together, and he casually said "wait for the spring".

He himself had forgotten all about it, but Xiaoyao never thought that he would remember it all the time, and he also remembered the time, place, characters, and plot of the story clearly...

This stinking rascal...

Ti Xiao was so ashamed that he kicked wildly in his arms again.

"No, no..." Ti Xiao faltered, "Spring hasn't arrived yet, it's only the beginning of March..."

"Ah, little, the little swallow hasn't come back from the south yet, and hasn't built a nest under our roof yet..."

Also think of what to say.

"Vernal equinox, vernal equinox, do you know that the vernal equinox is the time for spring, March 21... have you ever studied geography, three two one one two three... oh, don't bite my face..."

Geographical knowledge that he hadn't used for several years was scavenged from his barren brain.

However, he yelled fiercely, but his own reaction was completely exposed, and he responded to the kiss unconsciously, wanting to ask for more.

When the sultry Qingming in his mind was about to fall completely, Ti Xiao suddenly woke up and pushed Xiaoyao away desperately, "No, no, I have something to do tomorrow morning! Tomorrow...tomorrow is your mother..."

I was about to cry when I said the second half of the sentence, "No, I can't say anything!"

As soon as the words fell, I felt the power holding me suddenly lighten, and then came the low-chun voice, "Are you a little too excited?"

"Ah?" Ti Xiao froze for a moment before returning to his senses, then quickly lowered his head.

Xiao Yao looked at him innocently, and tilted his head to meet his gaze, "Nervous?"

In fact, Ti Xiao's inner drama was about to wrap up, and he kicked around for a long time. Xiaoyao just hugged him even under the quilt, and kissed him lightly a few times. There was no next move, it was entirely Ti Xiao himself. Thinking about it.

"No, no..." Ti Xiao turned his eyes away, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, it's okay..."

"Don't worry." Xiao Yao scratched his nose, "Although I like you very much, if you don't want to do this kind of thing, I won't do it." Then he patted his little head reassuringly.

Ti Xiao has nothing to say, in fact he is quite willing...but...

Who made him cowardly.

The temperature at night in March is not too high, the fragrance of flowers outside the window comes faintly, and the cool wind comes along with it.

The bed in Xiaoyao's bedroom was just facing the window, and the night breeze made Ti Xiao's head clear a lot, but he still blushed, writhed like a little goldfish, and turned his face away.

"go to bed!"

Xiao Yao smiled, reached out to help him tuck the quilt up, and then turned off the light, "Sleep, good night, I'll wake you up tomorrow morning."

Deep in the darkness, Ti Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he put down his guard, the bed beside him was sunken, and he was forcibly turned over and pulled into his arms.

"Don't forget March 21." Xiao Yao whispered in his ear, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Title Xiao: "..."

What is broken three two one, how to break up if you want to break up...

Until Ti Xiao fell asleep and dreamed, the dream was always one, two, three, three, two, one, two, three, two, one, just like shouting slogans during military training and running, only one, two, three, four.

The nightmare seemed to haunt him all the time, it was so strange.

Here he had the same dream as the number, and Xiaoyao had the same dream there, which was completely different from his.

There is a woman with a tear mole under the corner of her eye, her eyebrows are picturesque, and she looks like she has stepped out of an ink painting.She was holding a brush in her hand, patiently teaching Xiao Yao, who was a child, to write with a brush.

"The writing here should be done quickly, without procrastination." The voice was also very gentle.

"Is that so?" Xiao Yao hadn't grown up when he was a child, his facial features and voice were still immature, "It seems that the writing is a bit bad..."

The mother and son stood in front of the table, each holding a brush in his hand, and splashing ink with it.Not far away, Xiaozhou was sitting on the sofa, looking at his wife and children with a smile, his eyes full of affection.

The three of them form a happy picture.

"Very good, Xiao Yao." The woman reached out and pinched his face, "Mom is going out first, see you at night."

"Don't let Dad take you there?"

"Xiao Yao is obedient, your father will have something to do later, and mother is leaving."

As soon as the picture was turned, the pattering spring rain fell from the sky, gradually wetting the road surface, like the ink color being smudged, slowly stained with blood-like red.

The red and blue lights are turned on in the rainy night, the human voice is covered by the siren, and the rain blurs everything, the picture, the sound, the face of the woman, and the last voice "Xiao Yao."

In the dream, Xiao Yao stood aside and watched this scene like a bystander, and when blood spread to his feet, he suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

After gasping for a few breaths, Xiao Yao frowned and rubbed the slightly painful forehead.

There was a rustling sound outside the window, it was the rain hitting the leaves. After zero o'clock, Xuancheng ushered in the first spring rain, and the scent of flowers was also diluted a lot.

Xiao Yao lightly got out of bed and went to the living room, and poured himself a glass of water.

In the early years, he often dreamed of this scene, but after going abroad, he rarely dreamed of it again, especially in recent years.

"Is it really because I saw Xiaozhou today?" Xiaoyao took a big sip of water and walked slowly to the water lily painting on the living room wall.

Water lilies bloom in summer nights, and occasionally fireflies fly by. The brushwork is delicate, just like the gentleness of the painter.

It was the last painting completed by his mother during her lifetime.

With a small dim light in the living room, Xiao Yao looked at the painting while drinking water, and was a little lost in thought for a while, until he lifted the water glass to his lips again but found that the glass was empty.

When the water glass was put down, it collided with the glass on the coffee table, Ti Xiao sneezed in the bedroom, and seemed to mutter "one, two, three" in his mouth.

The glass reflected warm yellow, Xiaoyao's eyes moved to the bedroom, slightly able to see Ti Xiao tossing and turning on the bed.

The rustling sound was as fine as knitting, and the corners of Xiaoyao's lips curled up unconsciously, feeling a little bit of the tranquility of time.

Ti Xiao was wandering in the dream of one, two, three, sleeping soundly, Xiao Yao brushed aside the bangs on his forehead, looked at him carefully for a while, then squeezed his soft face, helped him cover the quilt, and tucked his arms and legs back into the quilt .

Then he hugged his little toe, kissed him secretly, and fell asleep together.

When I woke up, it was still dark, and the east was just turning white. The rain that had rained all night had stopped, and the air lingered with the smell of mud.

It is very, very important for Xiao to know what to do and where to go this morning.

He patted his cheek, pulled himself together and sat in the co-pilot wrapped in a blanket.

Xiaoyao woke up very early, holding two bunches of fresh red roses in his hands, which should be freshly cut flowers, with dew on them. The refreshing fragrance of flowers made Ti Xiao wake up a little bit.

"Why is it a rose?" Ti Xiao wondered.

The bright red made him a little puzzled. Logically speaking, when you visit the grave, you should buy a plain bouquet, and the color should not be so bright. Most of the things he searched quietly last night were birds of paradise and calla lilies.

Why is Xiao Yao so confused?It shouldn't be.

Ti Xiao frowned, "Shouldn't you buy something lighter in color?"

"This is her favorite." Xiaoyao said while backing up the car, "To see her, it's better to bring what she likes."

Xiaozhou would buy her favorite red roses when he confessed his love to her, proposed marriage, celebrated birthdays and anniversaries.

When they arrived at the cemetery, the sky was bright, Ti Xiao and Xiao Yao had already woken up very early, but they were still not the first to arrive.

A large bouquet of roses has been placed in front of Xiaoyao's mother's tombstone, and the number of flowers is several times that of Xiaoyao's belt.

The person has gone, leaving behind an uncapturable scent of flowers and apologies.

Xiao Yao squatted down, moved the big bouquet to the side, put the flowers he brought in the center, smiled slightly, and then raised his hand to gently touch the ravine carved on the stele.

Ti Xiao had never seen this appearance before, and Ti Xiao wiped away the deep distress in the corner of his eyes.

I don't know when it started to rain again, but luckily Ti Xiao brought an umbrella and propped it up to cover Xiao Yao's head.

There were footsteps not far away, it was Sheng Xiao and Du Liyue, two old men in formal attire, each holding a rose, walking towards this side at a leisurely pace.

"Xiao Yao, Xiao Xiao." Sheng Xiao nodded at the two juniors, and slowly placed the flowers in front of the tombstone with his wife.

The corners of the old lady's eyes were a little red. After wiping her face, Ti Xiao hurriedly handed over a tissue, "Grandma, take it."

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, why are you acting like a child." Sheng Xiao took a tissue to wipe his wife's tears, although there was a slight complaint in his mouth, his movements were extremely patient and gentle.

Others may not understand the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

Gradually, Xiaoyao's friends also came, and Li Yi put away his dishonesty and stood with Wen's twins.

The cold winter is shaken by the early spring, and the spring breeze is so cold that you can feel the spring when it hits your face.

Xuancheng Cemetery is very expensive, and there are several people standing in front of a cemetery with excellent Fengshui, holding a bouquet of red roses in their hands. More or less, fiery red is the only color.

The cemetery is very quiet, only the sound of rain, wind and breathing.