delicate flowers and weeds

Tang Hua almost drowned in the clothes all over the place.

A cloakroom was specially built on the third floor of Tang's house, and four rooms were opened, which was extremely luxurious.

It contains the latest clothing from all over the world every season every year.

Mother Tang was a decent person when she was young, and she loved beauty throughout her life. Affected by it, Tang Xing also got into the habit of buying clothes, and the clothes of the mother and daughter could swallow people up.

Tang Hua looked at the clothes on the ground, his forehead twitched, and he was about to run out the door.

"Mom, please forgive me, I can't do it, I can't, I should leave the important task of choosing clothes for you to my sister."

Mother Tang took a black velvet dress, gestured in front of the mirror, and just happened to see her youngest son's "deserter" behavior. She handed the clothes in her hand to the servant next to her, and reprimanded:

"No, little flower, stop! You forgot, when you went out every day to try to be your 'little hero', your father and your brother disagreed, who made the decision for you? What's the matter, the case After finishing it, you have forgotten your mother? Don't run away, come and see, does mother look good in this red dress?"

God knows how there are so many colors in this world!

God knows it's just a skirt, why can it be called by various names!

The designer is really great. After playing with the fabrics for so many years, he can still arrange them into various shapes and win the hearts of women all over the world!

……

Tang Hua was in pain, and when he went downstairs he was still groggy, walking on the blanket, grabbing the handrail, full of Tang mother's soul question: "Little Hua'er, which of these two colors do you think looks better?"

"Little Hua'er, which necklace would you like for me to wear this dress?"

"Little Hua'er, have you read it or not? You are really perfunctory, not as good as your brother! This one is so vulgar, why do you still agree? Where did your normal eyes go?"

……

Tang Xing was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, and covered her mouth with joy when she saw this: "What's wrong, Xiao Huaer, you look like you owe someone money, and you are fleeing alive!"

Tang Hua was weak: "Sister, help!"

Tang's mother was still trying on clothes upstairs, but there was no result for two hours. Seeing her youngest son's expression of lovelessness, she said, "Go, go, go." The young master called back.

The servant went out and shouted in the corridor: "Young master, my wife is calling you!"

Tang Hua ran away, passing through the hall like the wind, and changed her shoes: "Sister, shhh, I'm going to find my deskmate to do my homework now."

The servant went downstairs, confused: "Second Miss, have you seen the young master? Madam is looking for me, I knocked on the door, but he is not in the room."

Tang Xing couldn't help laughing: "The young master didn't see it, but the little deserter did."

When Tang Hua arrived at Tongzilou, it was earlier than the scheduled time.

After Fei Cao took him in, she let him sit where he wanted, and bent over the kitchen to busy herself.

The aroma has been hidden, summoning how delicious the finished product is, it is the taste of stewed beef brisket, leaking from the pressure cooker.

Fei Cao was bending over to chop vegetables.

Tang Hua retracted like a greedy cat, and sniffed: "It's so fragrant, Fei Cao, you are so amazing."

As he got closer, he could vaguely smell the scent of the other person's body, which was a little cold, which woke up his drowsy head all morning.

Fei Cao rubbed his hands and pushed him, smiling: "Hungry? Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon."

"Not hungry." Tang Hua shook his head, "I put a cushion on the car before I came, so I'll take a look."

The young master seldom came to this kind of oily smelling place, it was almost the first time, he was curious to see this, and also curious to see that, poking and poking, playing, he couldn't think of leaving.

After strolling around, we arrived at the gas stove.

Fei Cao reacted faster than him, almost stopped him one step before, and grabbed his hand: "Be careful of hurting."

Fei Cao's hands were a little cold, but they heated up like magic. Tang Hua felt his palms and even his face become hot, and the ambiguity heated up rapidly in this narrow space.

It feels like a touch away.

Tang Hua turned around and said "oh", "I... I'll go out and have a look, it's too hot here."

This is not the first time he has come here. After such a long time, this small house has no obvious signs of age, and it is almost the same as the last time he came.

Nothing more, nothing less.

He suddenly realized that Fei Cao was maintaining this small room very tenderly, keeping it as it was the year Teacher Fei died.

The only thing that changes is the book in the box.

Unlike last time, there is another bulging box under the bookcase, and on top of it is an inscrutable and obscure "Principles of Western Economics".

Huh?

Didn't Fei Cao have such a love for criminal investigation?Why did he seem to be a different person in an instant, and started to read some economic theories.

What happened in the middle?

It made him finally start to walk towards the destined track, slowly getting in touch with business and financial things.

Clothes are hanging outside the balcony, floating in the sunshine and breeze.

"Dingling", a familiar voice came.

The young master who was in deep thought was startled.

Tang Hua ran to the balcony, and there was a piece of red rope hanging on the clothesline: it was half faded and old, with a silver bell tied to the end of the rope, which would automatically follow the wind and make a crisp sound.

The rope was so familiar that it had broken into his dreams countless times.

Standing against the wind, he felt the sun dazzle for a moment, otherwise how could it explain the soreness in his eye sockets.

……

No wonder.

No wonder, the first time he saw Fei Cao, he felt familiar.

For some people in this world, God has actually secretly connected them. No matter how many years, no matter where they are, they will meet again one day.

His eye sockets are slightly moist.

Fei Cao brought out the rice and came behind him, surprised: "This bell is ringing again? I always thought it was broken."

He greeted: "Come on, let's go to eat."

"Fei Cao..." Tang Hua's Adam's apple rolled, "...I have something to tell you."

"I had a dream in which I was rescued by someone, and I wanted to find that person... But now, that doesn't matter anymore, Fei Cao, listen to me..."

His hand was held.

Fei Cao's eyes were gentle: "Shh, I have something to tell you, why don't you listen to me first."

Their eyes met.

Fei Cao made a bewitching smile.

"On campus that day, you asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell you. Actually, I did, but the timing was wrong, the occasion was wrong, and the place was wrong, so I didn't say anything."

"I like psychology. It can see through people's hearts. It's a wonderful feeling. You can't hide your thoughts. In the past so many years, I only learned this skill. It seems that only this skill can protect me. I feel like I'm alive."

"But now, I want to give it up, I want to learn a skill again, in order to bridge the gap between me and a person, and bring me closer to him."

The brilliance of the galaxy is in his eyes, and his voice seems to have a magic spell, which makes Tanghua's Adam's apple roll, and feels that flowers are blooming all the time in his heart.

"I want to build a garden and cultivate it meticulously. I want to exchange everything I have, including the future, for a flower to bloom in my garden."

"I... I've never liked someone before, this is the first and last time."

"Tanghua, I like you."

He is the boss who sells loneliness. He controls the entire kingdom of loneliness by himself. Unlike others, he is addicted to it and enjoys the happiness of loneliness.

There is a thick wall between him and the outside world, and he has no idea of ​​going out, nor does he allow anyone to break through and walk in.

Until Tang Hua appeared.

He has no father, no mother, no worries, and he will not be afraid if he embarks on a deviant path, but now he wants to bring a young master carved with gold and jade together, the more sincere he is, the more he worries about the harsh criticism he will receive.

Tang Hua was born in a top-notch wealthy family, and the things that others are rushing for are within his reach. At this moment, he feels that the other party's smile is infinitely more precious than those gold, silver and jade objects in the past. He has never been so moved.

The heart-beating young master had stars hidden in his eyes.

"Me too, Fei Cao."

He rolled his Adam's apple: "The first time I saw you, you were different to me."

They didn't speak for a long time, and fireworks exploded in each other's hearts.

The weather was good that day, the meal was good that day, everything was good that day.

It is a day suitable for love.

Fei Cao raised a smile, out of control, open-minded and cheerful: "Little Huaer."

Tang Hua let out an "hey".

They are thus caught in a repetitive cycle of calling names.

Tang Hua asked: "Is it enough?"

Fei Cao laughed: "It's not enough, no matter how you call it, it's not enough."

That day Fei Cao sent Tang Hua downstairs.

Downstairs, there are flowers and plants blooming in the flowerbed that Mr. Fei once planted.

Fei Cao pointed and said, "Look, it matches well."

Yes, the flowers and grass in the yard complement each other, and they are both blooming vigorously. Without flowers and grass, it would be too wild, and without grass and flowers, it would be too weak. Both are indispensable. When they are together, they are extremely harmonious and very suitable.

Tang Hua couldn't hide her smile: "Yes, I really deserve it."

The weather has begun to turn from midsummer to autumn.

Tang Hua opened the car window and let the wind blow outside.

Uncle Song hurriedly said: "Young master, don't be like this, be careful of catching a cold!"

Tang Hua said: "It's okay, Uncle Song, I'm hot."

Isn't it hot?After leaving Feicao, his heartbeat accelerated violently, and he wanted to ignite his whole body, bursts of heat radiated from the inside out, sweeping him around, and every step he took was like walking on clouds.

Not worried about what to do if his family found out, his first reaction was: "Sure enough, I am the one Fei Cao has in mind."

From then on, he admitted that he has a boyfriend!

Not even the shadow is alone anymore!

He just felt like being wave after wave of sweetness.

At the crossroads, Uncle Song stopped to wait for the light, turned around and saw him like this, and said anxiously: "Young master, why are you so red, is it because you have a cold or fever?"

Tang Hua covered her eyes with her hands, and the smile on her face never stopped.

"Uncle Song, it's okay, I'm fine."

"I've never been better."

There is a green belt next to it, and a lonely bird is parked on the tree.

Tang Hua thought to herself:

Why didn't you think that only one bird seemed desolate before?

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We are finally together~