Hibiscus blooms on the edge of the city wall

Mingfu held a light gray sweater in her arms, and leaned against the door to watch Mingcheng pack her luggage. "Brother Ah Cheng, it's quite cold in Paris in winter, so you should take this sweater with you." Mingfu handed the sweater to Mingcheng shyly.

"Did you knit this sweater?" Mingcheng opened the sweater and looked at the sweater with ugly stitches, and asked hesitantly.

"Yeah." Mingfu nodded, rubbing her nose in embarrassment: "It's my first knitting, so it's not very pretty...is it?"

"Very... unique." Mingcheng smiled encouragingly.

"Then...you try to see if it fits?"

"Okay!" Mingcheng nodded, put the sweater on his body, and looked around in the mirror.

"The size is just right." Mingfu nodded in satisfaction.

"Oh, this sweater is pretty good, Xiaofu, did you knit it?" Ming Lou leaned against the door at some point, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

"Brother, when did you learn to listen to the corner? This is not a gentleman's demeanor." Mingfu pouted and said angrily.

"Hehe..." Minglou was a little embarrassed by Mingfu's choking.

"Xiaofu was afraid that Paris would be cold in winter, so she knit a sweater for me." Mingcheng always helped Minglou gently.

"Ah, it's very cold in Paris in winter, Xiaofu, where's the sweater for big brother? You don't forget that big brother is going to Paris too, right?" Minglou asked Mingfu pretending to be aggrieved.

"..." Mingfu twitched the corners of her mouth, and stared at Mingcheng in embarrassment, "What did you tell him to do?" '

Mingcheng: "..." How do I know he will want it?

Mingfu: "..." Don't you know what he looks like?

Mingcheng: "..." I was wrong, and I will never be a good person again in vain.

Mingfu: "..." Humph, that's not too bad!

Feeling the intense eye contact between the two, Minglou continued to move forward bravely: "Xiaofu, do you have mine?"

Mingfu's head was full of black threads, she gritted her teeth, and said flatteringly: "Brother, I just learned how to knit a sweater, and I'm not good at knitting, so I'm going to practice my hand with Brother Acheng. You knit one, what do you think?"

"Really? I think Ah Cheng's is pretty good!"

"Brother, are you sure?" Mingcheng asked bluntly.

"..." Minglou looked carefully at the sweater and coughed dryly twice.

"Brother, you can talk to Brother Ah Cheng, I'm going back to my room first." Ming Fu slipped away in good time.

Minglou looked at Mingfu's back, his gaze became deep. "Ah Cheng, if you don't want to go to Paris this time, you don't have to go."

"Brother, what happened?" Mingcheng didn't expect Minglou to ask this suddenly.

"Xiaofu, she misses you very much."

Mingcheng cast his eyes into the distance, with deep sadness in his eyes, but his tone was extremely cold: "So what if I don't want to, I can't stay with her forever."

Minglou sighed: "Ah Cheng, there is a sentence I hope you can remember, you are not a servant of the Ming family, you are my brother, and our family. We were born in this war-torn era, and we don't know What will happen in the future, so don't let your heart get cold because of those insignificant things, and miss the true people." Minglouyu said earnestly, patted Mingcheng on the shoulder, turned and left, leaving Mingcheng standing there alone .

Mingcheng looked at the picture he drew during the day, it was his distant place, but it was not the place where his heart lived. His heart already belonged to this place, and he couldn't leave it, couldn't break it, and couldn't bear it.

In the early morning of the next day, Minglou and Mingcheng flew to Hong Kong to transfer to Paris.

Mingfu walked up to Mingcheng with red eyes, looked at Mingcheng reluctantly, and asked cautiously: "Brother Ah Cheng, can you promise me something?"

"What's the matter?" Mingcheng asked gently.

Can you not fall in love with other girls?Is it possible not to be attracted to girls outside?Can you wait for me to grow up? "Can you write me a letter once a week?" Mingfu bit her lip, but still didn't say what she wanted to say.

"That's it?" Mingcheng gently held Mingfu in his arms, and said softly, "Don't worry."

It was just Mingcheng's pun, but Mingfu didn't understand it.

rest assured?Ah Cheng, do you really understand my heart?

It will be New Year's Eve two months later, and the three brothers and sisters of the Ming family gathered around the dining table and looked at the two vacant seats, feeling a little deserted.

"Eldest sister, elder brother, did they send you a letter?" Mingfu broke the silence.

"Well, your elder brother still asks you, the winter in Paris is almost over, why hasn't the sweater you knitted for him arrived yet?" Ming Jing said jokingly.

"Hasn't it arrived yet? I've already sent the sweater? Did it come with the New Year's gift?" Mingfu asked suspiciously after taking a sip of the orange juice.

"Maybe it's because the transportation was inconvenient during the war." Ming Jing sighed and said thoughtfully.

The Ming family has always had the custom of giving each other gifts during the New Year, but this year Minglou and Mingcheng are abroad, so they mailed gifts to each other.The presents of Minglou and the others have already arrived. Minglou gave the elder sister a bottle of French perfume, and Mingtai gave a belt. More pants.And it turned out to be a photo of Mingfu, but the content of the photo was a painting, which was a hibiscus flower in full bloom.Mingfu burst into tears at the moment when she saw the photo. She seemed to see the concentration of the person who drew the picture. What kind of blaze would there be in the eyes of that person who is always gentle?

What Mingcheng gave to the elder sister was a pen, what Mingtai gave was a set of French textbooks, and what Mingfu gave was a pink crystal hairpin.Mingfu pinned it on her hair, and seeing Mingfu's smiling face, the young master of the Ming family's heart is broken at this moment, does this make people have a good New Year's Eve?

The gift that the elder sister gave to the younger siblings was very simple, a new dress for each.The eldest sister said that it is a tradition to buy clothes for the younger generation during the New Year, and it cannot be changed.

Mingtai gave the eldest sister a necklace, Minglou and Mingcheng each a tie, and Mingfu a bracelet.

The gift that Mingfu gave to the eldest sister was a shawl, but the white peony embroidered on the shawl was painted by Mingfu herself, and then embroidered on by someone else, and the sweater that Minglou gave was the sweater that she had promised a long time ago. Much better than the one given to Mingcheng. The one given to Mingtai was a limited-edition shirt, and the last one given to Mingcheng was a painting. In the painting, a girl stood by the sea and watched a flying seagull.This painting can be interpreted as the girl chasing the seagulls to fly freely, and it can be even more understood as the girl looking forward to the return of the seagulls, and it depends on how the person looking at the painting explains.

That year, Mingcheng was 22 years old and Mingfu was 16 years old. They loved each other, but they didn't dare to say it easily. They both buried this beautiful love deeply in their hearts. What kind of unknown awaited them?

The author has something to say: Everyone can guess who painted the painting in the photo that Brother Minglou gave to Xiaofu?In addition, the next chapter begins to connect with the TV series.