delicate flowers and weeds

What Tang Xing told Mother Tang was that Tang's family had a lot of things to do recently, and the younger brother was about to be in his third year of high school, so he went to the real estate under her name to relax for a few days, and he will not come back recently.

Tang Mu smiled and said: "He is used to being lazy, forget it, just let him."

No other suspicions arose.

The mother and daughter sat on the sofa and chatted for a while, and Mother Tang finally said: "Xing Xing, in fact, mother is not partial... You three children are all flesh on my body, but Xiao Hua'er is the youngest one, and he is also weak. , so I will pay more attention to him two points, but this does not mean that I do not care about you and the mirror."

She is very old, and she dyes her hair black every year, but the speed of dyeing cannot keep up with the growth speed, and some gray hairs will still appear.

Tang Xing soured her nose: "I know, Mom."

Mother Tang held her hand, brushed her hair for her, and said very gently: "That kind of thing happened back then, your father was confused and didn't discuss it with me. Everyone handles things differently. Don't blame him, no matter what he does, you have to know that he cares about you very much."

"Xing Xing, Zhao Zhishu is the boy your mother picked for you, but he knows people, face, and heart. When I introduced him to you, my mother thought this boy was good, and he was close to our house. His father has an interest in our Tang family. He Grandpa saved your grandpa's life. Whether it is based on emotion or reason, he will never treat you badly. And even if he has this heart, there is a cooperative relationship between the two companies. Your father is one day, your brother is one day, He dare not do anything to you."

"But mom is old, and there is an age gap between us. Mom admits that she can't understand young people nowadays... On the day of the engagement, he embarrassed you, and later he came to admit his mistake and said very sincerely, you didn't see your brother I've never seen that expression in a mirror...Xing Xing, mom doesn't know what you're thinking, why you are willing to agree to this marriage, but mom wants you to be happy."

"If you don't want to...or if something is really inappropriate, you must tell your family. I thought about it for a long time later. In this world, when you do many things with good intentions at the beginning, the result may be wrong. Wrong, Mom doesn't want this to happen to you..."

Tang Xing hugged her mother, tears welled up in her eyes, and said softly, "It's okay, Mom, I'm fine."

If I can't marry the one I love, no one else matters to me.

As for the boy I love, times have changed, and I don't even have the courage to approach him.

She thought: I am no longer the little girl who half understood everything a few years ago. I have grown up, and I know that many people's marriages in this world are not made of love, so it doesn't matter.

If it can help my father and brother, then it doesn't matter.

On the other hand, Tang Hua temporarily lived in Fei Cao's house. This is a very cozy small room. It was bought by Teacher Fei many years ago. The layout is two bedrooms and one living room. When I was young, I cleared out another house, which was originally my grandmother's house, and now a very important person lives in him.

Tang Hua looked at this room, it was very simple, with a soft flower bed, a solid wood wardrobe, floating flower curtains, besides that there was a small desk with some books on it, the overall color was a gentle warm yellow.

Fei Cao bought him some household items when he went out, and carefully wrapped a bandage around his hands after dinner, and told him a lot of "don't water, don't scratch", I don't know if it was from Baidu or Have relevant experience before.

Tang Hua smiled: "I would like to follow the doctor's advice, and Dr. Fei can rest assured."

There were two cups of green plum wine on the table, which were specially brought back by "Doctor Fei". Fei Cao took two small blue-glazed cups to order, and the two of them touched lightly on the sofa: "Cheers."

The wine strength is very light, the heavier plum sweetness, the aftertaste stays on the tip of the tongue, and goes down to the heart, with endless aftertaste, and the sweetness is in the atrium.

Even though the degree was almost 0, Tang Hua felt a little drunk, and even felt that his body was sweating from the steam behind him.

Then he heard Dr. Fei suggest in a low voice: "Read a book before going to sleep?"

As the sky darkened, a book of exercises was spread out in front of Fei Cao, but she had no intention of doing it.

Holding the pen in his hand, he looked out the window, a little dazed.

The Tongzilou where they live is considered to be half an urban-rural intersection, from here you can even see overlapping mountain peaks in the distance, hidden in the night, Fei Cao stared at it for a while.

This day was full of ups and downs, from worry to anger when Xiaojiaohua was injured, to being relieved by the sudden sweetness of milk tea essence, Fei Cao finally recovered.

He turned his eyes to Tang Hua who was sitting on the sofa and carefully read the music score, thinking: There is a beast living in my heart, growing against the wind, extremely dangerous, you are its cage, so, little flower, you want happy.

This year, he has experienced more complicated things than many adults. The spirit of a boy and the maturity of an adult are incomparably contradictory and harmonious, making him invincible and invincible.

And the only human feeling of this soldier is a little flower blooming in his heart.

Let him not be driven crazy in the loneliness of being alone.

Before going to bed that night, Fei Cao took care of the sick Tang Hua, tucked the quilt, and said in a low voice, "Good night, little Huaer."

Fei Cao lowered his eyes, his pupils were bright yellow reflected by the bed lamp, they looked clear and warm, his voice was very low, and it was rendered with an ambiguous color in this very quiet environment: "Little Hua'er? "

Tang Hua blinked: "I'm drunk."

Fei Cao stretched out two fingers and put them on his forehead: "Let me see?"

Then he leaned over to taste the drunkenness, the two boys exchanged breaths, it was a light and gentle kiss, full of love and warmth, happened in the cold night of early autumn.

When Tang Hua woke up the next day, he subconsciously poured a glass of water for a drink. After he got out of bed, he realized that this was not his home, but his boyfriend’s. , making him confused for a moment whether he was dreaming or waking up.

He fumbled for a long time to find the switch of the bedside lamp, and then turned on the phone. On the top was the information of his parents. He simply typed to indicate that he was now devoting himself to study. After everything was settled, he checked the time: eight in the morning point.

The pain in his right hand was no longer obvious. After his boyfriend gave him a goodnight kiss last night, he sat on the edge of the bed and had a conversation with him. He didn't even remember when he fell asleep.

After falling asleep, Fei Cao turned off the lights for him, closed the door and left.

Fei Cao is indeed very sober and restrained. He knows what to do at any age. He obviously stirred up a fire last night, but he still managed to control the situation, endured the fire, and did nothing with unnecessary movements.

Tang Hua clicked on WeChat and sent a message to the top person:

[Jiaohua: I woke up, are you still sleeping? 】

[Jiao Hua: Call, call, boyfriend, are you awake?Otherwise, what do you want to eat, I will go downstairs to buy it for you? 】

"Weeds" in WeChat didn't reply to him, Tang Hua simply got out of bed and drew the curtains, being dazzled by the rising sun outside for a while, after he finally got used to the light, he opened the door and went out——

Fei Cao is not there.

The living room was as clean as ever, except that the flowers in the vase on the window sill were changed. Tang Hua looked up and saw that it was a bunch of wild lilies, which should have just been picked in the morning, with some crystal dew on it.

It was only then that Tang Hua remembered: her boyfriend has the habit of running in the morning to pick flowers, and he can't be moved by wind, rain or thunder. This is a habit he has developed since he was very young.

But now he has finished running and picked flowers, what about people?

This doubt didn't last long, when he heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning, Fei Cao walked in with breakfast in his hand, and when he saw the person standing by the window sill, he subconsciously laughed: "Are you awake? Good morning, little Huaer .”

Tang Hua shook his phone at him: "Why didn't you reply to my message?"

Fei Cao closed the door and put the breakfast bag on the dining table before reacting: "The battery is out. I forgot to charge it last night. I didn't take my mobile phone with me when I went out."

Compared with her peers, Fei Cao's dependence on mobile phones is indeed very low. It is better to fall in love with him now. Before, Tang Hua suspected that it was common for her boyfriend to go out without a mobile phone.

Fei Cao took Tang Hua to sit on the sofa together, took off the bandages and touched two "pig hands". Although they were still a little swollen, they were much more hideous than yesterday, and he couldn't help sighing: "Don't do this next time. Yes, little flower, really, I can't stand it again."

Tang Hua nodded, and almost reached out to swear to the sky.

Fei Cao bent down and put the breakfast on the table one by one, while Tang Hua went to wash her face and brush her teeth. On the sink, there were two washing cups, one blue and one pink, with a newly opened electric toothbrush inside.

For some reason, Tang Hua accidentally picked up the pink one, and when the wash cup was filled with water, he was startled by the pink in his hand, feeling a little hot.

Since ancient times, pink and blue have produced CP.

But why is he the pink one? ?

Tang Hua poured water on his face, and when he wiped it with a towel, he was still thinking: it must be because the pink one looks better than the blue one, man, how normal is it to have an aesthetic plot? He is much taller than ordinary people, and instinctively taking the best-looking one doesn't explain anything.

After convincing herself, Tang Hua sat at the dining table and started to eat breakfast. The breakfast that Fei Cao brought was very rich, or rather there were many types but not many.

They were very quiet when they ate, and they didn't like to talk. After eating, they went to the kitchen to get a rag to clean up the table. His mobile phone was placed on the sofa, and the screen was on and off.

Tang Hua sat on the sofa and saw the wallpaper lit up by the screen.

It's not a photo of them together, it's Tang Hua alone, sitting in the classroom with the sun shining in, with a smile in his eyes, looking very soft and gentle.

I don't know when it was taken.

There was the sound of water colliding with tableware in the kitchen, and the sound soon came to an end. The moment before Fei Cao came out, Tang Hua mysteriously turned off the screen, and even he himself couldn't explain the reason.