Envy

It rained last night, and the petals of the hibiscus flower at the door fell all over the ground, and there was a nice fragrance in the air.There are very few people coming and going at the door.Meng Tou has lived in the lively Lizhou since he was a child, and has never been to such a quiet town.

Miss Xia Houyao came to the yard early in the morning.

When they met for the first time, Meng Tou picked up the little girl nestled in Yan Zhaohan's arms like a chicken, and asked, "Your name is Xia Houyao? Is your surname 'Xia' or 'Xiahou'?"

Yaoyao harbors inexplicable hostility towards Meng Tou.She struggled away, punched him a few times, and ran back to Yan Zhaohan, ignoring him and not wanting to talk to him.

Meng Tou frowned, determined to provoke her: "Why are you only getting close to Meng Yan? Aren't you playing with me?"

Yaoyao glanced at him arrogantly, then turned her head away: "You are different from brother Yan, he is my future husband."

Meng Tou stood up in a ruffian manner.He smiled and said, "I'm sorry little sister, he can't marry you. He is already my wife."

The little girl opened her eyes wide, with an expression of disbelief, she looked at Yan Zhaohan and then at Meng Tou: "What nonsense are you talking about! How could brother Yan..."

She longed for Yan Zhaohan's answer.It can be said that Zhaohan said nothing, as if he had acquiesced.

Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, then cried "Wow", crying so heartbroken that she ran out of the yard with tears in her eyes.Meng Tou followed to the gate of the yard, looked at her back as she went away, and smiled happily.

Yan Zhaohan's tone was full of complaints: "Third brother, what are you doing with Yaoyao, she is still a little girl."

Meng Tou sat down beside him: "You are amazing. During the year I was away, you had a big wife, um, and a beautiful child bride. Tell me, how did you come here in the past six months."

He thought about it, and told him little by little what he could remember.

He said that Yaoyao and her mother are both from the Yi tribe, and the mother and daughter depend on each other for life.They took care of him a lot when he came back to town.

He said that the mother-in-law at the tea stand is a kind person, even if her fate is unfortunate, she still lives a free and easy life.He is very grateful and admires Grandma Zhu.

He bent his eyes and talked about the kitten that often came to visit.I don't know whose cat it is, but occasionally it calls on the windowsill.In the winter when he first came to Yunqi Town, one morning, he was awakened by that lazy cry.

When he talked about the bullies on the East Street, the guests who bullied him, and the little Taoist priest who saved him, his tone was calm, but Meng Tou's heart ached after hearing it.

When Yan Zhaohan spoke, he was just like his people, gentle and quiet, slowly narrating the seemingly painless past.

"When I was a child, I especially liked sugar figurines. There was an old man who drew sugar figurines on the East Street. His paintings were beautiful. At that time, my mother and I passed by there. As long as she had a few coins in her purse, she would definitely buy them for me. A sugar man."

"The hibiscus plant at the door was planted by my mother herself. When she was still around, she liked to plant some flowers and plants. When I came back from Zhao Lin, I didn't know how ruined they were. They probably all died."

Fragments of golden sunlight sprinkled down and landed on his clothes.Meng Tuo looked up, and the unstable bamboo chair creaked.

Meng Tou said: "Actually not, they are all blooming very well. Tuberose, hosta, and crape myrtle are all blooming beautifully. The few flowers in the pond are also bright."

"That's great. I heard that plants and trees have spirits, and it turns out that this spirit is like its owner." Yan Zhaohan leaned on the rattan chair, turned sideways, and faced Meng Tou, "Aniang is the strongest person I have ever met. The family was poor, and she always smiled in front of me. Even if she was treated poorly or bullied, she never complained."

Yan Zhaohan's voice became lower and lower, his eyes could no longer hold on and were about to close.

He groped for Meng Tou's hand, held it, and said in a gentle voice: "I'm back here, and I'm doing well. I haven't reached the worst situation yet. Many people I meet are very kind. It's just that I miss you very much."

With Meng Tou, he will talk more. When he was 15 years old, his real second brother Yan Qingheng once exposed him mercilessly: "You say you don't like Meng Tou, but you treat everyone coldly, but you have a lot to say to Meng Tou."

It doesn't matter if he is duplicity, Meng Tou is the one that no one can replace in his heart.No one can compare, no one can compare.He would rather disappoint Miss Zhou than make Meng Tou sad.In fact, this is a bit selfish.

Meng Tou pushed back his drooping forehead hair: "I will be your reliance."

For a long time, he didn't hear a response.Yan Zhaohan had already fallen asleep, sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly.As Mu Xia approached, this person became more and more lethargic, often falling asleep like this, which made him a little flustered.