please feel my love

Fu Sirong squatted in the garden, taking a shovel to loosen the soil for a hydrangea.

His susceptibility period ended last night, and he couldn't catch the last flight, so he could only stay one more night.

But staying one more night means making people hate him for one more day. As a price, Fu Sirong was forced to take over a lot of dirty work.

On the first day, he got up early to walk the dog to pick up excrement. In the early morning of the second day, Fu Xian saw that the sky was gloomy, and he looked like it was going to rain at any time, so he called him to the garden to fertilize the flowers.

After Fu Xian and his wife moved to the south, in addition to the precious flowers and trees brought over, a large hydrangea was also planted in the yard.

In early spring, the peach tree in front of the villa was in bloom, and the wooden hydrangea leaning in the corner was also in flowering period, and the thick branches were covered with huge and plump light green flower balls.

After several spring rains, the light green of the wood hydrangea was washed away by the drizzle, leaving only the purest white.

As the warm spring breeze blows, white petals fall from the branches, fall among the leafy bushes under the trees, and float on the clear water of the koi pond, becoming the only snow in the southern spring.

But the wood hydrangea only blooms in spring and dies completely before summer.

After the last flower snow fell, the hydrangea under the tree had buds again, and when midsummer came, they bloomed full and fresh flower clusters.

When the weather is sunny, the hydrangeas emit soft light like an oil painting filter; when it is rainy, the dark sky presses on the light-colored flowers, revealing a gloomy beauty.

Season after spring and summer, the hydrangeas in the garden never stop.

Fu Sirong once asked his father why he planted so many flowers. At that time, Fu Xian's answer was——

"Your mother likes it, but she's afraid of bugs, so I plant it and she sees it."

Fu Sirong turned over the wet soil while letting his thoughts wander.

He picked up the fallen leaves with a shovel, thinking of the sea of ​​flowers at home.

After getting married, Yan Shanlan was always worried about the garden at home. He never cared about it, nor asked Yan Shanlan if he was afraid of bugs.

He seemed to consider Yan Shanlan's feelings, but he was a little less considerate and romantic in his bones.

This is probably the gap between him and his father.

It rains continuously in summer, and just after Fu Sirong finished fertilizing the hydrangeas, the raindrops fell.

He put his things into the house, took off his muddy boots, sat in front of the window of the balcony on the first floor, and watched the gray scenery outside the window.

The garden in the rain is covered with a thin layer of water gauze, and the raindrops hit the koi pond, splashing waves of ripples, and the koi in the pond are still swimming comfortably underwater.

The hydrangea shook a few times in the rain, and a few petals were knocked off, and were crushed into the soft soil by the raindrops.

Blowing the damp wind, Fu Sirong took a deep breath.

The sound of the rain hitting the glass windows is very pleasant, the way the drops splash on the petals and leaves is very beautiful, and there is also the smell of earth and grass in the wind.

He accompanied Yan Shanlan to see the flowers and the sea, the sunset and the starry sky, embraced in the sun, kissed under the roses, but never rubbed each other in the rainy night.

How romantic it is to kiss and hug your lover on a soft sofa or bed on a rainy night.

Fu Xian couldn't see Fu Sirong's unrequited love while watching the rain.

He tapped Fu Sirong's calf with his crutch, "What are you thinking about?"

Fu Sirong didn't answer, but stared at the water mark on the glass window.

Fu Xian was a little upset when his son didn't respond.

He sat opposite Fu Sirong and said, "I know everything about that kid from the Gao family."

Fu Sirong remained silent, but Fu Xian curled his lips and kicked him impatiently.

"Lanlan has been a model for so many years, and her vision is not bad enough to fall in love with that kid from the Gao family. Can you be a little bit promising?"

Fu Sirong looked at the footprints on his trouser legs and said helplessly, "I'm not thinking about that."

Fu Xian glanced at him in disgust, "If you upset your wife, go back and coax her, why are you sulking here?"

"Every time you come, drive me back, and I won't come again." Fu Sirong stood up and walked into the house.

He walked halfway, turned around again, and said provocatively: "I won't come, and I won't bring Lan Lan either."

"How dare you!" Fu Xian stood up with a "huh" and chased after him leaning on his crutches.

"If you don't bring your daughter-in-law to see your in-laws, if it spreads, you'll think our family has some opinion of him! Fu Sirong, do you understand?"

Fu Xianzhong's energetic voice echoed in the living room.

Fu Sirong stopped and looked back at his father.

Mr. Fu was taken aback by his inexplicable behavior, and he slammed his cane on the floor twice, "What are you looking at! Think about it!"

Fu Sirong bowed his head and listened to his father's scolding for a while.

Originally, he only wanted to give Yan Shanlan some time to adapt, but he never thought that he would be so misunderstood if he didn't meet his parents.

Before attending the dinner, Fu Sirong heard a lot of gossip, and he didn't dare to imagine how uncomfortable Yan Shanlan must have been at that time.

Fu Xian spoke dryly, seeing that Fu Sirong didn't respond for a while, he stopped and took a sip of tea.

"...Do you take Lan Lan seriously?"

Fu Sirong raised his head, looked at the rain getting smaller and smaller outside the window, and said to his father, "Dad, I'm going back first."

"Have you figured it out?" Fu Xian leaned back, with "I don't believe it" written all over his face.

Fu Sirong nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait." Fu Xian raised his crutches and pointed at the gate, "I'm going to give this flower to Lan Lan. If you want to leave, you can move it back together."

Fu Sirong looked in the direction he pointed, and at some point there was a packaged hydrangea beside the gate.

The branches and leaves of hydrangea are wrapped and fixed with black gauze, and the roots are surrounded by flower pots, only a few lush flower clusters are exposed.

Fu Sirong estimated its weight, and asked his father uncertainly, "Do you think I'm a porter?"

Fu Xian raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you?"

Fu Sirong resisted very much, but finally left with the flowers.

Zhu Yunxi watched him get into the car.

When the car drove away, she asked her husband standing by: "Why didn't you tell Si Rong that he met Lan Lan when he was a child?"

Fu Xian snorted, "He doesn't even remember himself, so he expects me to remind him?"

"You're not afraid that Lan Lan will be wronged, and she will divorce Sirong in the future." Zhu Yunxi frowned worriedly.

"That brat should be enlightened." Fu Xian shook his head, "Besides, the children taught by Xiaoyan won't do such things."

He sighed again, regretfully said: "It's just that I'm too sensible and don't want to cause trouble for the family, so I'm always bullied by the little bastards of the Gao family."

"How do you think the Gao family could do such a thing? Do they think that Xiaoyan and I would cease to exist if we retreated to the second line?" Fu Xian angrily tapped his cane twice.

Zhu Yunxi also sighed, "Since Yan Chu and Atiya moved to the Netherlands, we haven't seen each other again."

"Yeah, the last time I saw Lan Lan, he was only this tall." Fu Xian gestured with his crutches, "Our son is also this small."

"time flies."