Continuously

The two walked one after the other, with Yao Jianqi in front and Yao An in the back, until the door of the house, no one tried to speak again.

Silent footnote From sunset to night, after eating, Yao Jianqi went to the third floor, and there was no sound until 11 o'clock.

A new hexagonal gazebo was built in the southwestern corner of the garden, and a similar hexagonal table in the center was made of sylvestris pine.

Yao An lay on the back of the beauty with his arms pillowed, his legs crossed savagely, and he looked at the bronze-colored Chinese-style chandelier above his head. The yellow light shone through the light gauze, warming the plum blossoms on it.

Then his gaze naturally slid to the lit window on the third floor.

motherfucker.

Yao An made up his mind, if Yao Jianqi didn't come down tonight, he could sleep here, and he would have to keep the lights on all night to make him worry!

Not long after, a swarm of mosquitoes came sniffing the light and swarmed around the door in front of him. Yao An waved it a few times, but couldn't move it away, and ran out of the pavilion irritably.

The flies in the city are not close to him, unlike his peers in Anding Village, who only catch him and bite him hard. The house has all kinds of props, such as mosquito swatters, mosquito stickers, inhalation mosquito killer lamps, etc., but Yao An is too lazy to go into the house to get them. Just move it.

It was also impossible to do push-ups on the spot, just after taking a shower, and it was too hot one day, so he looked around, and simply picked up the water pipe, which caused the row of flowers to be destroyed.

Last year's newly planted strawberries and hosta, and the tea-colored Ouyue introduced in spring were too weak to handle, so the green trees and shrubs were ravaged enough, and the old zinnias were not spared, all drooping innocently.

Yao An was quickened, and continued to look for the next target. There was a row of potted plants next to it, and the too petite Yulu and Obscure Moon were swept away, forgetting the flowering prickly pear, and...a seedling?

"What is this?"

Yao An threw away the pipe, squatted down suspiciously, and picked up the potted plant. On the black peat soil stood a thin red seedling with five true leaves growing from the top.

"Grass?" Yao An tilted his head to the other side, "Flowers?"

The gardens are usually taken care of by Wan, and Yao Jianqi also takes care of them a lot when he is free. Yao An seldom waters the flowers.

But he has no impression of this pot at all. It looks like a newly planted plant, and it's just showing signs of growth, but the flower pot looks a bit old, and there is a circle of mud marks on the ground.

Yao An was idle and took out his mobile phone, ready to take a photo for identification.Yao Xinping bought the mobile phone for him after he passed the single move. Yao An took it over at that time, just like a bonded laborer who received his salary for the New Year.

Yao An took a picture first, and found that the flash was not turned on. After re-adjusting, he held the basin, focused it, and was about to press it, but saw that the light of a window in the lens went out in an instant.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he hurriedly put the flowerpot back to its original place and ran towards the door.

It was quiet inside and outside the villa. Yao Xinping and Yu Wan fell asleep early. Yao An didn't dare to make too much noise and didn't shout. Door.

Unexpectedly, the door of the bedroom on the second floor was half open, overflowing with air-conditioning and white light.

Yao Jianqi was sitting by the bed, taking off a black T-shirt from the top of his head, when he looked up, he saw Yao An.

"Sleeping?" Yao Jianqi looked composed.

Yao An walked in: "...um."

Yao Jianqi casually threw the paint-splattered short sleeves on the teak floor, stepped over, and walked to the wardrobe with his upper body bare.

"Why are you staying on the third floor?" Yao An asked.

The slender trousers rubbed against his ankles, and Yao Jianqi took out a white cotton long sleeve from the closet, and slipped his arm into it: "Huahua." Pulling off the collar, he asked again, "Otherwise?"

Yao An didn't know what to reply for a while.

I can't say that I thought you got angry and went to sleep on the third floor.

But why do you think so.

Obviously... nothing happened.

Yao An's canine teeth bit his lips and flesh.

He shook his head and said out of words: "Just now... I saw a pot of flowers I didn't recognize in the yard."

As he spoke, he patted the ashes on his hands.

"Yeah." Yao Jianqi pulled up a corner of the quilt to cover his body, and opened the book on the bedside. The bookmark was a utility knife.

"Just one bud sprouted, a little red." Yao An gestured to himself.

Yao Jianqi's eyes rested on the page of the book for a moment, and immediately stroked the corner of the book with his index finger and said, "Pomegranate flower."

"Oh." Yao An nodded, really lost his words, thinking that the conversation tonight was almost over.

"I raised it." Yao Jianqi said again, "It's been several years."

"How many years?" Yao An was startled, "It's only so long??"

Yao Jianqi tapped the black characters twice with a utility knife and shook his head slightly.

"I'm not enlightened." He looked at Yao An, "What can I do?"

Yao An's pulse beat twice inexplicably.

Maybe the air conditioner was blowing directly opposite, it was too strong.

He looked at Yao Jianqi, and asked in a daze, "Then... why are you still raising it?"

Yao Jianqi tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes still floating on the page: "Stupid."

"There's no need to say that." Yao An offered to help him, "It's just a flower..."

"It's just a flower." Yao Jianqi repeated his words calmly, then changed the topic, "Can you throw that tulip away?"

"I..." Yao An was suddenly at a loss for words, and took two steps forward, "That's different."

"What's the difference?"

"That's what you sent me!" He blurted out.

Obviously the sound is not very loud, but it seems to be pounding back and forth in the four walls.

Yao Jianqi looked at Yao An and saw that the other party seemed to be in a sudden dilemma, as if it was a gaffe just now, or maybe it was just a side effect of his psychology, Yao Jianqi no longer dared to be presumptuous.

"Brother." His Adam's apple twitched.

"What's wrong?" Yao An only dared to stare at the wall behind Yao Jianqi.

"I want to wait for that flower to bloom and give it to my favorite person."