How to Save a Failed Farm

"I think you are already big enough now." Fan Zhou was taken aback, "One hundred thousand square meters, the size of a school, can you take care of the expansion?"

"Learn about fully automated machinery." Ye Qun said, "The average planting area per person in the United States is over a thousand acres."

"It's awesome," Fan Zhou smacked his lips, "How much is a piece of land in the United States?"

Ye Qun pointed to the land outside the boundary stone of Hunter Farm in the distance: "2000 acres of uncultivated wasteland like this."

"Dollar?"

"Dollar."

"That's it," Fan Zhou lit another cigarette, "Brother, buy a stock, sell me a piece of land, and if you retire in the future, come here and build a house to live in. It's too big for the two of you to live in such a big land." It's chilled out."

Ye Qun stared at him for a long while, then smiled: "Old Fan, you are such an old woman who has to worry about your life. You want to help us and you still talk about it."

"It's not you," Fan Zhou glared at him, "It's just you."

"Yin Yang is strange, why do you have such a big opinion on Lance, he offended you?" Ye Qun muttered, "Don't worry, we have no problem financially, Beijing sells a house, and you can buy thousands of acres here ground."

"What are you talking about?" Fan Zhou was unhappy, "I want to experience rural life too? I'm not welcome?"

"Nothing." Ye Qun patted him on the shoulder helplessly, "Yes, I will leave you a piece of land."

After lunch, Fan Zhou and the others packed their luggage and prepared to leave.Ye Qun and Lance sent them to the airport.On the way back, Ye Qun was a little thirsty, he stopped Lance to let him stop, and then walked into the convenience store on the street.

He came back quickly with two cups of hot coffee, and saw Lance staring at the glass window in front of him in a daze, as if there was something on the spotlessly clean glass, so focused that he didn't even notice him.

"Lance? Are you still on Earth?" Ye Qun shook his hand holding the hot coffee in front of his eyes.

Lance turned his head with a frightened expression, blinked twice blankly, "I just went to Apocalypse." He laughed dryly, quickly took the coffee in his hand and drank it gulp.

"You took the wrong coffee." Ye Qun raised his hand to show him another cup, "This is mine, without sugar."

"Oh, sorry," Lance licked his lips subconsciously, as if he was only now aware of a hint of bitterness.

Ye Qun stared at him, Lance looked away uncomfortably, cheered up and said, "Let's go."

"You look a little troubled." Ye Qun said at the same time.

They have enough tacit understanding, Ye Qun can easily find that Lance is abnormal, he is absent-minded, and he is still pretending that everything is fine.But Ye Qun subtly felt that the still sunny face looked darker today.

People will get tired sometimes, but what happened to Lance makes Ye Qun feel that this is very unusual, he is always too energetic, especially when he still hides it so that Ye Qun doesn't see it, just like he hides it some things.

He looked at Lance worriedly, "It's nothing." Lance said, his smile was still suspiciously forced in Ye Qun's eyes. Although this was just his psychological effect, he just knew that Lance was a little different from before. Same.

"Are you unwell, sweetheart?" Ye Qun put his hands on his forehead with concern. Lance's body temperature was as high as ever, but it was still within the normal range.

Lance looked at him hesitantly, but under Ye Qun's encouraging gaze, Lance spoke up, his voice a little lost: "Qun, your friend..."

He hesitated and asked, "Are they persuading you to go back to China?" Lance pulled over and stopped the car to look at Ye Qun, those eyes that were always so happy and foolish were now a little sad and nervous.

Ye Qun frowned in surprise: "How do you know?"

"I guessed it." Lance said with some confusion, with a pitiful expression, "After all, I have nothing, so you can only live in a remote farm, which is very inconvenient. Being a foreigner makes you leave all your friends and familiarity. environment of……"

"I'm going to be angry if you say that again." Ye Qun felt that he was the one who got hurt, and Lance didn't trust his feelings so much. "I'm sitting in your car now, do you actually think I'm going to leave you and run back to China?" He looked at Lance incredulously, "Did I make you feel so insecure?"

"No, I didn't think so..." Lance waved his hand in a panic, and almost knocked the bear sculpture off the front of the car. He wanted to touch Ye Qun but was pushed away by the other party.

"You still think I can't adapt to farm life, right?" Ye Qun took a deep breath and interrupted him, "No matter how many times I've told you how much I like my current life?"

"It's not like that... I just don't want you to have a bad time because of me... God what did I say..."

"I'm sorry." Lance's tone was full of self-blame, and Ye Qun's hurt eyes made his heart tighten. Now he is fully aware that he has made a big mess.

Lance quickly wrapped his arms around him before Ye Qun could react, and Ye Qun pushed him twice angrily, but he remained motionless like a wall. "I'm sorry," he apologized again, snorting warmly on Ye Qun's neck, like a big fawning dog, "I shouldn't have said such a stupid thing, please forgive me once, forgive me, Qun."

Ye Qun remained silent, but did not push Lance away.He seemed genuinely depressed, trying to adjust to his new life and actively enjoying it.Even if he can't order a dozen fried chicken after get off work, watch the game with friends in the bar, eat sweet bread and cheese that he was not used to every day, and there will be no third person within three hundred yards.He never complained about it.

Because he loves Lance and is willing to love his life.He doesn't think it's a sacrifice. If two people want to live together, they have to find a consistent pace.He loves the farm, it's part of Lance, it's his dream.He's not putting up with it, he's not, he's genuinely trying to fit into the idyll, but it looks to Lance like he's going to leave anytime because there's no damn entertainment that he's not into .

Maybe just this is not enough, he also needs to express it.This is a cultural difference, Americans like to express, Lance may not be able to feel it from his implicit behavior.

He raised his face and met Lance's amber-like light brown eyes: "I love you." Ye Qun said slowly, it was the first time he said these three words to Lance, and he wanted to let Lance knew how much he loved him so that he wouldn't have those ridiculous thoughts again.

His tone was calm and firm, and the three words he uttered slowly were like the accent on Lance's heart.He knew that Ye Qun had always been the more reserved one of them, he was older and calmer, and he had never expressed his feelings so bluntly.

Lance didn't mind this, he didn't have to hear Ye Qun say that word, although he said it to him many times, it didn't matter at all.He likes to probe Ye Qun's emotions from Ye Qun's eyes, the corners of his mouth, and his slightly furrowed or raised eyebrows.It's like a sweet little game.

Lance's throat tightened, replaced by deeper regret and self-blame.As a reporter, maybe he is not as dull as Ye Qun thought. He understood some hints from Fan Zhou's expression and attitude, as well as his memories of Ye Qun's previous life. When he finally called Ye Qun away, Lance Almost wanted to stop him.He was apprehensive, and he really couldn't deny that he had been worried.

Many times when Lance saw his peaceful sleeping face at night, he was amazed at every inch of Ye Qun's body, his hair, his eyes, his shoulder blades and his spine all had an enchanted attraction to him.Ye Qun is his Salzburg branch. Sometimes he can't even believe that he really has him. The full sense of happiness will always make people feel distorted, and Ye Qun is like a butterfly in his dream.

a butterfly.Light and beautiful.He cherished it too much to push hard, afraid that it would shatter or fly away if he touched it lightly.But now he knew he was dead wrong.Lance regretted that he asked that stupid question, he had to let Ye Qun know that he loved him and trusted him.

Ye Qun was waiting for Lance's response, but the other party just stared at the big and bright pupils as if he was frightened by the confession.Please say something, anything, when he starts to feel awkward.The straight-headed big fool spoke:

"Shall we get married?"

"What?" Ye Qun was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He felt that he had temporarily lost his ability to speak, or there was something wrong with his ears. He said with difficulty, "Say it again?"

"Shall we get married?" Lance lowered his voice and looked at him uneasily.He almost wanted to cover his mouth, who knew how these few words came out by themselves.

Ye Qun seemed to be setting off fireworks in his mind. He really wanted to understand how Lance came to this place suddenly. There must be a real generation gap between them.Half of him is saying that since you have decided to spend your life with him, why not agree?The other half was saying it was too much, and he never even thought about marriage.

Lance, who didn't get a reply for a long time, explained in a panic: "I don't mean to tie you up with marriage...I just want to say that I really believe that you love me and are willing to live with me...God, what am I doing..."

"I didn't mean to reject you..." Ye Qun managed to force out his voice, "It's just... too fast, do you understand, too fast."

"I understand." Lance replied dejectedly. "A bad proposal. Forget about it?" Next time I'll be better prepared.

His appearance softened Ye Qun's heart: "I just...you see, I haven't even got a long-term visa yet. I don't want people to think that I married you for a green card."

"I understand." Lance nodded understandingly, considerately not breaking down his excuses.It was because he was too abrupt. Marriage meant something far more complicated than falling in love.He couldn't simply ask Ye Qun to bear the pressure now.

He stopped Ye Qun's next guilty words with a gentle kiss, "Nothing will change." Lance separated a little distance, and said in a breathy voice against the corner of his lips.He opened his lips and teeth and let the flexible tongue get in, rolled around the inner wall of his mouth, teasing the tip of his tongue, he tasted a bit of the bitterness of the remaining coffee, mixed with saliva and became a little sweet, and then slid into his throat.

They need to go to the city again before Christmas. One is to submit a land purchase application to the Bureau of Land Management, and the other is the "How to Train Your Dog" series of books Lance bought on Amazon. It takes two hours to drive to the farm, and it is usually left in the town for people to pick up by themselves.

They must decide on the planting plan of the farm this winter, otherwise they will miss the spring planting period and have to wait another year.

These days they have been doing research and choosing suitable crops for planting.Lance obtained the distribution table of agricultural output value in the past ten years from his former colleague on the financial page. After comparative analysis, they found that the output value of grain crops was the lowest, followed by vegetables, and the highest for fruits.

This gave Ye Qun a lot of inspiration: "Maybe we can build a vineyard."

Texas has a long summer, dry climate, plenty of sunshine, and hot weather, which is very suitable for grape growing.Winter temperatures were relatively mild, allowing enough time and temperature for the grapes to ripen.

"Fruit would be a good choice. Automatic harvesters can pick grapes directly." Lance agreed. "I have seen some apple farms and vineyards in California. Some of the fruit is for sale, and the other is for wine. Make fruit pies and fruit cookies. Small fruit farms like this are totally viable."

Ye Qun nodded: "I have studied how to make good wine for seven years. This can be said to be my specialty. Now we have to determine the planting area."

He sat at the desk with a pen and paper and wrote calculations on the computer. Lance asked suspiciously, "What are you writing?"

"Calculating the formula, how much planting area do we need at least to ensure profitability." Ye Qun didn't raise his head.

Lance became dizzy when he saw the string of numbers and letters: "Uh, don't bother, one hundred acres of land is a more suitable area. The manors I've seen are about this size, or smaller. This is the two of us. The largest area that can be handled."

"There's nothing wrong with being precise." Ye Qun glared at him. "We also need to consider land costs, land taxes, seedling prices, construction, and machine prices. These overall calculations will have to be done sooner or later. Don't you ever pay for your corn fields?"

Lance's face was full of despair: "I'm a reporter, and I haven't studied mathematics for many years."

"I understand you." Ye Qun said sympathetically. Even the GRE test in the United States is only a high school level math test. Find out how much the average is greater than the median. The math level of Americans is the same as that of the British. count on.

Lance went on to say, "The picking machine can't be used directly to pick corn at home. You have to order a new one. The price should be about the same, about 2000 US dollars. That's all I know."

"Here is an introduction to grape planting." Ye Qun opened Google, looked at it and said, "About 205 grapes can be planted per mu of land, and each plant needs a fence, and each row needs a concrete column and a frame. Noodles and pesticides..."

"Hey, there is also a vine-burying machine. Is it so smart?"

Ye Qun tapped the screen: "Look, it's been calculated here. The input cost per mu of land is about 350 knives, and we have to adjust it according to the local price."

The United States is different from China in that labor costs are extremely high. They have to minimize this cost and do it themselves.They got a more accurate quotation from an agricultural product manager that Lance knew, and the other party also said that they could provide them with new grape shoots next spring.Ye Qun calculated that the actual cost per acre of land is about 335 to 375 dollars, depending on the type of grape seedlings they choose.

This time, Ye Qun had the exact number, and he sat on the chair and turned the pencil in his hand: "Without land costs and taxes, calculated on the basis of a loss rate of 80.00%, if all the grapes we harvest are used for sale, one hundred mu The land has a net income of about $3.5 to $4. Very, very rough estimates. If I develop some other projects, such as wine, I will have to look again. But based on my experience, at least five times the income.”

Although their estimated planting area is only 200 mu, a piece of land cannot be cut at will.The piece of land they were interested in was 40 acres next to the farm, and the price was [-] yuan for sale.

"Now let's take a look at the cost..." Ye Qun roughly estimated, "The initial investment is at least 45 US dollars. If we want to build a winery..."

"Building your own house costs $150 per square foot, not including land tax." Lance said immediately, "A small winery needs at least [-] square meters?"

"300 square meters is about 3000 square feet... 45, then we estimate it to be 90 to 100 million." Converted into nearly [-] million yuan, this figure is not small.Although the income is very attractive, Ye Qun hesitated, "Our location is very remote, and there are no commercial products around us that can be linked. It is difficult for the winery to attract customers in the early stage, and we will not be able to make profits for a long time."

But Lance didn't even blink his eyes: "It's okay, we can try it once." He said without any scheming or burden, "I still have about 700 million deposits, so don't worry about funds."

"U.S. dollars?" Ye Qun shook his hand.

"Of course it's US dollars." Lance looked at him in confusion, not understanding why Ye Qun asked.

"Why do you have so much money?" Ye Qun said with complicated emotions. Lance is obviously an honest man. There can only be two sources of this money, inheritance or lottery. "Is the income of art critics so high?" Ye Qun couldn't believe it.

"Of course not." Lance explained seriously, "Actually, the money was left by my great-grandfather, he was a banker..." He continued under Ye Qun's confused eyes, "My grandfather was a policeman, My father is an art critic and I am a reporter myself... It is a pity that we have not been able to add a penny to this legacy, plus inflation, although financial institutions have been hired to take care of the money, these decades It’s still only a little bit down.”

so much. "Oh." Ye Qun could only use this word to express his feelings.

In the evening, Ye Qun rejected Lance's invitation to a movie night, and did calculation work alone in the study.Since the afternoon, he consulted a lot of information, contacted friends in China, and with the help of the other party, initially established a business model of a small winery.

Although he thought the job was boring when he was in China, it still seemed very useful now, and the thought of him owning his own winery, Ye Qun, was as exciting as chicken blood.He thought about finding another job before, but he just wanted to find something to do. Isn't running a farm a job?

Lance was alone downstairs watching a movie with his dog in his arms, and after watching it for a while, he couldn't help but come up to him.He appeared behind Ye Qun with a cup of hot milk: "Honey, you've done a day's work, so take a rest."

Ye Qun stretched and stood up: "It's almost over."

The milk was at the right temperature, and Lance was always so careful with him.Ye Qun turned the computer screen over and showed it to him. The colorful curves on it made Lance feel at a loss.

"what is this?"

Ye Qun typed two lines of code, and a two-dimensional curve coordinate graph popped up on the Matlab software. He moved the mouse to stop on the marked node: "This is a normal distribution. Look here, it is our first month's income... "

"Honey, I remember you majored in microbiology instead of finance or computer?" Lance asked with horror in his eyes.

"Mathematics and computer are compulsory for science and engineering." Ye Qun replied calmly.

The 200-acre land around the farm they were looking at belonged to the original neighbors of the farm, the Johnny family.Old Johnny passed away in the winter of the previous year, and now his son Johnny Jr. owns the ownership of the land. Johnny Jr.'s son Robert and Lance are middle school classmates.Hearing that Lance wanted to buy land, Little Johnny readily agreed to transfer it to them for a total price of 38.

After hearing that they planned to plant a vineyard, Little Johnny first praised the young people for their flexibility, and then said that they could find a group of nimble workers for them when work started in the spring.He also recommended them a contractor.

"Old Pike is a real person, you can't go wrong with him." Mr. Johnny was as enthusiastic as many Texans, and told them many things to pay attention to when building a house, "Sewage pipes, this is the most important part, very important. You must pay attention to the important part."

The holidays in the United States usually begin a week before Christmas, and the land dealer rushes to send various documents for buying land to the land management office in the town for registration the day before the holiday, indicating that they already own the property rights of the land and pay for the erection of water pipes , The cost of the sewage pipe.

When Lance and Ye Qun went to the town's land management office to submit the land purchase documents, they also submitted a house building application.Although they plan to start construction after next spring, they have to submit an application now, otherwise the government department may lose the land purchase documents if they do not see the application for housing construction.Of course, the United States also has bureaucracy, but Ye Qun feels that it is much easier than in China, at least he will not break his legs just to write a few chapters.

As the holiday approached, everyone in the office was lazy, and the only three people were either dozing off or drinking coffee.Once inside, a woman stood up to greet them with a big smile: "Hey, Lance."

"This is Miss Jones, Mr. Johnny's cousin." Lance introduced the two of them, "This is Mr. Ye, Chinese."

"I remember you," Jones said, looking at him in surprise, "you were the one who received the bouquet!" She was a little embarrassed, "I was the bridesmaid at the time, you probably don't know me anymore."

Ye Qun immediately recalled the wedding he and Lance attended together, unfortunately he was hit by the bouquet thrown to the girls.But do these people have such good memories?Or did he impress the townspeople too deeply?Ye Qun thought in despair.

"Hello, Miss Jones." He stretched out his hand and shook Jones lightly, his impeccable smiling face twitched - he saw Lance holding back his laughter.

Ye Qun turned his head and glared at him angrily, and Lance squeezed his palm quietly.

"You guys..." Jones looked at them as if thinking about something, "I heard Uncle tell you about your plan." Jones looked at Ye Qun appreciatively, "You have a very good idea, sir, no one has tried planting in this area yet. Grapes, maybe you can find a new way of doing business, because the current harvest is getting lower every year."

"I hope we are lucky." Ye Qun smiled.

"I can apply for some preferential policies for you." Jones said seriously, while skillfully taking out a few documents from the printer and stamping them.

"That's a big thank you."

"You're welcome. Now, you just need to go home and fill out these forms, and return them after New Year's Day," Jones said, handing them a list and a few forms.

On both sides of the black-gray stone road stood low buildings, most of which were no more than two stories high with wide spacing.Woodlands is small but has everything a market town should be.They smelled the sweet and creamy fragrance from a long distance away.

"Rose's bakery is right in front, that's the lady we went to the wedding, oh no, it should be called Mrs. Richard now." Lance picked up the courier he had just brought back and quickened his pace, with eyes in his eyes Flashes of pure joy, "Marbled Cheese Brownies, the must-have dessert for Christmas."

This is the kind of bakery that Ye Qun has seen in foreign movies. It is decorated in a dreamy and warm way, with a circle of flowers carved on the edge of the narrow arch, and wind chimes hanging from the top.Lance inevitably bumped into them even though he bent down, and the wind chimes jingled, waking up the drowsy Rose on the counter.

Still holding a needle and a half-knitted sweater, she smiled very kindly: "Hey, Lance." She showed a surprised expression, "I met you, you were the one who got the bouquet at the wedding. "

Ye Qun responded with some embarrassment, God, is he so recognizable?Rose asked bluntly, "Are you a couple?" His eyes widened involuntarily, and he didn't know how to answer because of Rose's straightforwardness.

"Yes, we are," Lance admitted graciously. "That's great," said Rose, with joy on her red-apple cheeks. "It looks like my bouquet worked out. That's great."

"And some more gingerbread for you." Rose put a beautiful ribbon-tied carton into their shopping belts, "Christmas specials—" She winked playfully, "Happy holidays gentlemen. "

"I also wish you a happy holiday, and the baby in your belly." Ye Qun said, he noticed that Rose's half-knitted sweater was only a little bigger than a hand, and her figure was a little bloated than at the wedding.

"Oh," Rose stroked her belly in surprise, "yes, yes, he's four months old."

They walked out of the bakery and continued along the clean stone road.Today is not a market day, and there are very few pedestrians on the street.Many shops along the street have been decorated with green holly wreaths and Christmas reindeer decorations. The whole town is full of Christmas atmosphere, and even the cold December air seems to be warmed up.

A huge Christmas tree stands at the entrance of the supermarket, covered with shiny boots, walking sticks, gift boxes and colored lights.

Mrs. Joseph, as usual, invited them to Christmas Eve dinner, so they didn't need to prepare much food.Like all their partners in the supermarket, they picked out a lot of Christmas tree decorations. Ye Qun watched the shopping cart gradually piled up and was gradually filled with happiness. He seemed to have a real home now, a place within reach. Lover, an ordinary but real life.

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice that Lance had put a lot of rubber products of various flavors in the shopping cart, and put several boxes of creamy ice cream in the freezer as he passed by.

Ye Qun has become accustomed to the American habit of eating ice regardless of season, but he just can't stand Lance's taste: "Strawberry flavor again? Are you serious?"

Lance looked innocent and puzzled, and Ye Qun said, "Don't you think pink...does it really look gay?"

If your boyfriend is 1.9 meters six, weighs [-] pounds, strong and strong, honest and honest, the way he is eating a box of pink ice cream really makes Ye Qun unbearable to look at.

"But the strawberry flavor is delicious..." Lance lowered his head and whispered, blinking aggrievedly.

For the umpteenth time, Ye Qun sincerely felt that the law should add an article: Do not attack with dog eyes.

They left the supermarket with two overstuffed paper bags in their arms.After walking two steps, I saw a flower shop preparing to close.

Green ivy branches and leaves surrounded the arched gate, and the gray-haired old man stooped and moved in the roses that had been placed at the gate.

"That's old Benjamin, probably the oldest man in town. I can't believe his relatives still make him work every day." Lance whispered, "God...I have to go and help him."

They hurried over to put down the paper bag, and when Ye Qun took a closer look, he realized that Benjamin was really old, with the wrinkles on his face drooping down to his chin.He was bending over and digging at the base of a flower pot, trying to lift it up.He squinted his eyes for a long time before he recognized it: "Lance."

Lance lifted the pot of flowers easily, and raised a bright smile: "Hey, old Benjamin, are you alone?"

"Maria went to buy ice cream," Benjamin said slowly, his speech slurring due to missing teeth.

"You should wait until she comes back." Lance shook his head helplessly, "It's dangerous."

They helped move all the flowers to the building in no time. "Merry Christmas, Benjamin," said Lance, wiping his hands.

"You are a good boy. So are you." Benjamin rolled his cloudy eyes, looked at Ye Qun and nodded tremblingly, "Lance has a kind heart. He will fight for Maria, I will always remember it. Thank you. "

Lance touched the back of his head shyly: "It's nothing." They said goodbye to old Benjamin and walked out the door.

"I can't see that you still fight for girls," Ye Qun looked at Lance with some surprise, "I always thought you were the kind of good student, the kind who is very well-behaved."

"It's not what you think." Lance picked up the paper bag and explained in a low voice: "Old Benjamin's son died in the war in Afghanistan. Maria is his granddaughter, but she..." Lang paused, "It is said that she was born At that time, the umbilical cord was wrapped around the head, so there was a bit of a mental problem."

Ye Qun fell silent, and Lance continued: "When I was in high school, a bunch of bad boys always bullied her, insulted her, and stoned her. I..." Lance frowned a little resentfully, as if the situation back then In front of the eyes, "I just want to help Maria get rid of them."

His eyes were like two crystals reflected by the light afterglow.

The young Lance appeared in Ye Qun's mind.He'd seen old pictures of him, and Lance had been stronger than the other kids since he was a kid.He was younger and more immature at that time, smiling shyly in the group photo of the basketball team, he has always been such a kind and gentle person.

They took a few more steps, but Lance stopped, "Wait for me for a minute."

He quickly turned around and turned back, Ye Qun was standing on the street waiting for him.

At sunset, the orange-red afterglow shrouded the lead-gray road, illuminating every glass window of the buildings on both sides, as if coated with a layer of gold leaf, gathering countless rays of light into a bunch in the direction of the sun sinking westward, Dazzlingly intense.

Ye Qun doesn't like dusk. Dusk always makes people feel tired and lonely. At the end of the day, the day recedes, the night rises, and the morning light blends with the sunset.That warm golden hue, a few degrees darker than the rising sun, does not give hope, and the embers that grow from it only give one a sense of despondency.

Then he saw Lance come out, holding a rose in his hand.

Oh no please.Ye Qun stood where he was, subconsciously holding his breath.

Dazzling sunlight flashed in Lance's eyes, reflecting the golden ears of wheat. He pursed his lips shyly: "This flower is very beautiful."

Ye Qun felt that his heart was hot, he smiled silently, and asked Lance to put the rose in his paper bag.

"Is there only one, you cheapskate." Ye Qun said as if complaining.Lance grinned, showing two rows of white and straight teeth, and smiled foolishly, "We can plant a garden when spring comes."

They couldn't spare a hand.So arm to arm.The golden afterglow fell on the tops of their heads, fine hair, and cashmere coats.That bit of heat seemed to connect the two of them.When he turned his head slightly, he could see Lance's eyelashes that had been burnt into gold.

Ye Qun walked towards the direction of the sun, their pickup truck was parked there, and their farm was in that direction.He felt peace, warmth, and all the beautiful pronouns. He couldn't repeat what kind of feeling it was, but he deeply hoped that time could stop at this moment and keep this moment.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, there was another snowflake in the sky.The snow fell silently, and there was no wind. It was like flying feathers, which froze to the ground before they melted into the soil.

Lance cut down the pine branches in the yard to use as Christmas trees. Although few urban households use disposable trees to make Christmas trees because of environmental protection, people still continue this habit in remote countryside.

The house was well-heated, and the snow particles on their jackets melted as they returned to the front door, leaving a string of wet footprints on the extended wooden floor.

"Hanging decorations on the Christmas tree was my favorite part of my childhood." Lance secured the pine branch with a base to the floor of the first floor, and unwrapped the big bag of decorations they bought from the supermarket.

This is also Ye Qun's favorite part.Both his parents had studied abroad in the West, so the Ye family also kept the tradition of celebrating Christmas.The winter in Beijing is very cold. When he was a child, he was always wrapped tightly by his mother in a woolen hat, scarf, down jacket and gloves, and he was chubby like a little fat man in the snow.

It was too cold, and the exhaled air condensed into a white mist, which made the skin red from the cold.But it was very lively, and many children were playing snowball fights downstairs.Fan Zhou is two laps fatter than him, he is a real chubby guy, he always takes advantage of his size to fly him, and brutally pushes him into the snow, when the adults of the two families pull them away, Ye Qun shakes his hands A fistful of snow was stuffed into Fan Zhou's neck.

Both parents were healthy at the time.Dad will take him downstairs to make a snowman.Then they were a family of three. He was held in the middle by his parents, one left and one right. He still remembered his mother’s royal blue coat, bright eyes and warm smile. His father was always as tall and solid as a mountain, with a subtle smile, and sometimes suddenly Lift him up to your shoulders.

Then he never celebrated Christmas again.Fan Zhou's family did not have this habit either.

The same Christmas tree, candy canes and brass bells, twinkling lights, a star of hope at the top, and warm winter.Only there were no Christmas carols on the radio, just the two of them.The snow outside the glass window is getting bigger and bigger, but the house is very warm without feeling a bit of chill.

Lance hung up the last holly wreath, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and smiled brightly at him: "I have a gift for you."

He removed the pillow of the sofa and took out a document in a brown paper bag. Ye Qun's heart skipped a beat as he recognized what it was.