After the two had lunch, Zheng Xiaowen said to Yang Yilin: "The futon in the study was only dried yesterday, you go and rest for a while." ”

Yang Yilin went to the study, and Zheng Xiaowen went to the west wing.

Yang Yilin came into the study, he didn't even look at the inner door, just sat in front of the desk and read his "The Wild of Two".

He read it twice and felt that the meaning of the words was full of his infinite love and love from beginning to end, so he improvised a beautiful and fashionable and popular tune according to the emotional rhythm of the lyrics.

When he saw that the lyrics and songs were all written, he wanted to practice playing and singing. I got up and looked inside, and then I looked at the outhouse, and there was no instrument in sight except a piano.

He said in his heart: It's okay if you don't have a musical instrument, you don't have to play and sing loudly to alarm Xiaowen to rest, she has been running all morning, and she must be tired of running, so let her rest quietly for a while. He sang quietly to the beat......

Yang Yilin was in the Zheng family's study, firstly, he was practicing and singing his new songs, and secondly, he was waiting for Zheng Xiaowen to come to the study to call him after he had rested.

In fact, Zheng Xiaowen did not lie down to rest in the West Wing, she stepped into the West Wing and sat on the sofa, and let out a long breath, which exhaled the shame, panic, and joy that she had swallowed with the meal just now, only she knew.

Then, she was thinking that Yang Yilin was separated by a small square table, and he leaned over to see her eating fish, how close should it be, it was really embarrassing that people panicked, but while eating fish, they had to continue to eat!

She still thought that when she ate fish, Yang Yilin watched her lick his lips like a child, she knew that it was a deliberate action made by Yang Yilin, but she thought he was very cute, so she said the words 'it tastes great'.

She felt that what really made her interested was that she found that there was something unusual in Yang Yilin's eyes when she looked at her, which was somewhat similar to what was released in Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi's eyes. It's just that Yang Yilin's eyes have something more eager......

Scared, don't think about it anymore Zheng Xiaowen! If he has this kind of look, let him have it, what's the matter with you! Don't Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi have this kind of look? Didn't they even say a single keyword to you? Don't think nonsense in the future!

Zheng Xiaowen immediately thought about himself, and felt that his mind had already had emotional problems!

Her train of thought turned to this, and she was so ashamed that she complained about herself: Ah, don't talk about others, it's you who have long been wrong!

Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi look at you with this kind of look, why aren't you shy, not flustered, not surprised, and nothing happens when you hide in an instant?

He Yang Yilin looks at you like this, what are you ashamed of, what are you panicking, what are you happy about? You Zheng Xiaowen will admit it, you treat Yang Yilin differently from others!

From the moment you saw him on the morning he reported to work at the plastics factory, you had that indescribable feeling about him!

If you think about it, his behavior and language to you these days, you will completely understand what he is like to you, what you feel in your heart, and what you accept, so that you can understand everything when you look back!

You, perhaps, have fallen in love with him!

Zheng Xiaowen still recalled that these days, Yang Yilin almost had to meet her every day or two, I heard that she picked pomegranates at home, he ran so fast, and I heard that she loved fish, he even bought fishing gear.

Like Mom said, what is he doing this for? Well, I know.

He is different from Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi, when I am with him, I can feel the warmth that I have never felt. His unique way of thinking and speaking has also brought him a sense of ease and happiness that he has never had.

Okay, okay, let's think about it, now you have to knit a sweater, you have to do it in two weeks!

Zheng Xiaowen immediately got up, took out a pair of sweater needles of appropriate thickness, took the light bean green wool he had just bought, sat on the sofa and wrapped it in a ball, and began to knit the sweater.

She knitted a sweater, and unconsciously remembered the scene of today's lunch, and her mind was a little confused. As usual, as long as there are things on her mind, as soon as she arrives in the East Garden, all her thoughts will disappear. She put down her knitted sweater and went to the East Garden.

Yang Yilin practiced singing quietly in the study, and the songs were almost ripe, and he didn't hear any movement in the west wing.

When he came to the courtyard, he saw that the door of the west wing was closed tightly, and thought: Xiaowen She just takes a nap, and she can't sleep for so long? He patted his head: Oh, yes, she must have gone to the East Garden, this Han Nizi thought I really slept!

He quietly walked to the moon gate and looked into the east garden: Wow! The chrysanthemums in the garden are all in bloom! The colorful flowers are so delicious and so tender!

He saw Zheng Xiaowen walking back and forth on the path among the flowers, he didn't want to disturb her, so he stood by the moon gate, covering his body with the vine leaves of honeysuckle, and did not go any further.

He heard Zheng Xiaowen muttering to himself: "In Bai Juyi's poems: cold-tolerant only Dongli chrysanthemum, and the golden millet is clearer at the beginning of dawn." Well, it's yellow. Lu You's: The yellow flower is fragrant and wonderful. Li Qingzhao's: People are thinner than yellow flowers. Well, it's all yellow too.

"Su Dongpo's: chrysanthemum in the color, fragrance and positive. Oh, I know, it seems that this chrysanthemum is only yellow at all, otherwise, how can the chrysanthemums written by the great poets be yellow!"

When Yang Yilin heard this, he also whispered to himself: "Who said that chrysanthemums are only yellow at all?" Li Shangyin's: Dim and faint purple, isn't that chrysanthemum purple."

"On the mountain of Yangjiagou, there are lilac wild chrysanthemums everywhere, and the seeds of these wild chrysanthemums must have been handed down from ancient times.

He heard that Zheng Xiaowen was still talking to himself, so he quickly calmed down and listened:

"Then, if you say so, the great poets of the Tang and Song dynasties have never seen anything except yellow chrysanthemums, such as the red, ink, white, green, purple and other colors in the East Garden!"

Zheng Xiaowen muttered to himself here, and he didn't feel a feeling in his heart, and then he muttered to himself:

"The ancient poets I admire are so great, I haven't experienced the colorful and beautiful chrysanthemums in this East Garden, that's really a loss, it's a pity!"

When Zheng Xiaowen sighed to herself, she wanted to make up for the shortcomings of the ancient poets' chrysanthemum appreciation, so she spontaneously gave birth to a form of making up for it, and improvised a seven-character quatrain:

"Inviting the Ancient Poet Dongyuan to Appreciate the Chrysanthemum"

Song and Tang chrysanthemums are all yellow, and now the golden autumn is fragrant.

Today, please gather the soul of the poet and come to the East Garden to enjoy the group!

After she finished chanting, she looked into the garden, as if the ancient poets had really gathered in the East Garden, and then she muttered to herself:

"O poets of ancient Yongdaisies, you can enjoy watching and expressing the emotions in your hearts here!"

After listening to these words, Yang Yilin knew that this seven-character quatrain was Zheng Xiaowen's improvisation, and thought: This little girl has a special thinking, broad thinking, and great courage, which is really praiseworthy and loved!

Zheng Xiaowen watched Qiu Ju, thinking of the ancient poets, after sending her Wanduan emotion, she looked at the side again, and felt that her whole body and mind were bathed in this beautiful world.

She looked at the chrysanthemums in the garden, and suddenly remembered a few more words in her heart, Tang poems containing white chrysanthemums, and then muttered to herself:

"Every chrysanthemum is yellow, and the beam garden is unique like frost; the chrysanthemums in the garden are golden and yellow, and there are lonely bushes like frost. Oh, it turns out that there were white chrysanthemums in ancient times, but they are very rare, okay, then I will borrow the word 'frost' from the ancestors, and then come up with a good poem!" she nodded and chanted:

White Chrysanthemum

Chrysanthemum, purple, blue, red, green, dark yellow, colorful, fragrant.

The ancients endowed white flowers with precious flowers, and now my East Garden is full of frost!

After she finished chanting this improvisation, she sighed to herself: "Ah, it is so comfortable to enjoy the flowers and poetry, a person swimming and intoxicating in the sea of flowers, the poems of this flower, that feeling is really extremely relaxed, extremely happy, and incomparably wonderful!"

As soon as she was intoxicated with this poem, she had already forgotten the complicated things just now.

Yang Yilin was by the moon gate, quietly looking at Zheng Xiaowen, watching her intoxicated by the sea of flowers around her, swimming in the poems in her heart, he just wanted to go forward, watch the flowers with her, chant poems with her, revel with her, and romantic flower-like beautiful time with her, and ...... with her