Zheng's father said to Zheng's mother again: "Besides, you have walked back and forth in this compound, and you have completed the tasks assigned to you by your daughter, and you have also exercised. ’

Mother Zheng listened to what Zheng's father persuaded her, and she couldn't help laughing. Since then, the matter of 'going to the door and opening the door' has become a skilled job that she must do.

Last Saturday, Zheng's mother naturally completed the 'task' of coming to the door and opening the door. She's used to it and hasn't muttered again.

When the gate was opened today, it was Yang Yilin and Zheng Xiaowen who were not in the West Wing, and the two of them had nothing to do, the two of them ran from the East Garden to open the gate. That's how Zheng's mother saved the heart of this 'mission'.

When Qiao Xiang came to the courtyard, he saw Zheng's father and Zheng's mother, and hurriedly greeted: "Uncle and aunt." ”

Zheng's mother also hurriedly answered: "Oh, it's Qiao Xiang here, kid, didn't you go to study in other places, when did you come back?"

"I got home the night before. Qiao Xiang said.

Zheng's mother didn't have time to think about what was in her heart, so she quickly said, "Child, you and Nini and Yilin, you go to the East Garden to enjoy the flowers." The lyrics sung in the play are: 'Pomegranate flowers are red like fire in May', which refers to the fifth month of the lunar calendar.

"Now, it's still in the fourth month of the lunar calendar, and the pomegranate flowers are blooming like fire. You go and see, especially the ornamental varieties of pomegranate trees, the pomegranate flowers are blooming, they look bright, they are beautiful, you all go and enjoy the flowers. ”

Zheng's mother looked at her daughter, Yang Yilin, and Qiao Xiang, the three of them were happy, talking, and laughing, and they all walked towards the moon gate, and she couldn't help muttering in her heart: This, this, what can I do about this......

Zheng's mother was entangled in her heart, so she said to Zheng's father: "Lao Zheng, look at Qiao Xiang, this child, he has been out for so long, and he has only come back from the field, not to mention washing and cleaning up, and have a good rest at home, but today he is rushing to our house again." You say this, this ...... What do I think, how do I look, I don't think this is right?

"Lao Zheng, you say, how can we talk about Nini, let Nini quickly take the word and signal Qiao Xiang and Zixi, don't let these two children come to our house again.

"Do you know, I look at these two children, I don't know the truth at all, I can't see the relationship between Nini and Yilin at all, they are still coming to our house, I don't just feel awkward in my heart, I feel sorry for these two children!"

Father Zheng's face sank, and he said, "Qiao Xiang is not at home, he hasn't been here during this time." Just the few times Zixi has come home, my mood is the same as yours. I've thought about it, the two of us can't take care of anything, and we can't say anything more.

"Think about it, if we talk too much, not only will it not work, maybe it will still be a disturbance to the children, and it will be a bad thing! If you want me to see, let them feel free, let them come and go naturally, how the matter should end, it will end naturally.

"Besides, this is Nini's personal matter, and you can't manage too much as an elder. I think that the two of them are good friends, and Nini, Yilin, and those two children will definitely be measured when they talk. Don't worry, Nini will take care of this. ”

Zheng's mother felt that what Zheng's father said was also reasonable, although her heart was still not smooth, but she didn't say anything more.

Zheng Xiaowen, Yang Yilin, Qiao Xiang, three people in the East Garden, watched the pomegranate flowers on the big tree against the courtyard wall, and went to the north of the pavilion to watch the pot, the stump bonsai pomegranate flowers. Then, we went to see the ornamental varieties of potted plants in the flower beds, multi-petaled pomegranate flowers.

Qiao Xiang smiled, looked at the pomegranate flower carefully, and said: "This pomegranate tree variety, the flowers are large and small, and there are also single-layer petals and multi-layer petals, and they are all different. ”

Zheng Xiaowen laughed when she heard it, and she joked to Qiao Xiang: "The big pomegranate tree by the courtyard wall is a food variety, and the small pomegranate tree in this flower bed is a variety."

"Whatever the breed is, it's what the breed is. For example, if the pomegranate tree is pruned, it will not grow small. The pomegranate tree in this flower bed will not grow too big if it is not pruned, you know.

"However, its growth is controlled by great people, and it has to grow into whatever people let it become. If you dare to disobey it, you will be demoted to barren and arid land, and you will grow on your own!

When Zheng Xiaowen said this, she couldn't help but laugh, and when she finished speaking, she didn't smile.

Qiao Xiang and Yang Yilin listened, and the two looked at each other, but they couldn't hold back, and they both laughed heyhe.

The three of them walked on the path among the flowers, watching the moon flowers, watching the bonsai papaya and begonia trees, and the small green fruits......

Qiao Xiang looked at the peach tree on the side of the street wall and said, "There are quite a lot of peaches on this peach tree." ”

Zheng Xiaowen said: "Among the garnets and jujube trees on the wall in this courtyard, there is only an apricot tree, a cherry tree, and this peach tree.

On the peach trees around the alley, the peaches that bear fruit are only ripe in June. This peach tree in the East Garden is a May peach. The word fairy peach is the earliest ripe, freshest and rarest peach in the world.

"Maybe this peach was eaten by the gods first, and its name is called Xiantao. If the gods didn't eat it, the peach would have ripened early, and its name should have been 'Xian Tao' that ripened first. This peach will ripen next month, so you two should remember to eat it. ”

Yang Yilin said happily: "Try it, live a thousand, we will remember to try it." ”

Qiao Xiang was also happy, he said: "I have eaten May peaches, but I have not eaten May peaches in your east garden." I remember, in May, I come to see it twice a day, and I just soften it and I can eat it!

The two of them listened to Qiao Xiang's jokes, and they all laughed.

Zheng Xiaowen pointed to the east again, and the apricot tree in the corner of the street in the east said: "That apricot tree is a wheat yellow apricot, and the apricots will be ripe after the Dragon Boat Festival, you two can remember to pick apricots."

"Qiao Xiang, look at the cherry tree on the east side of the peony flower, this year's cherries are ripe, you go to study. You didn't eat cherries this year, but remember, you will definitely come to eat them at the beginning of summer next year. ”

Qiao Xiang forgot all his worries and worries, he nodded and smiled: "Other things, I may not remember, come to the East Garden to pick pomegranates, dates, apricots, peaches, and cherries, if I forget, then I really can't eat it." I'm sure I'll never forget it. ”

Yang Yilin only heard a few 'cherry' words after only a while. He suddenly thought of the lyrics he wrote "Spring in the Mountain Country" when he was traveling. There is a line in the lyrics: The trees on the slope of the ditch are full of red cherries. He had composed the music for the song, and had sung it at the song, and at this moment, he hummed it......

When Qiao Xiang heard Yang Yilin humming, he couldn't help but hum his own song......

When Zheng Xiaowen heard it, both of them were humming, and she couldn't help humming her own song......

The three of them were like this, among the flowers in the East Garden, while admiring the flowers and singing. They sang songs, looked at each other and smiled. Then, the three of them sang Yang Yilin's song for a while, Qiao Xiang's song for a while, and Zheng Xiaowen's song for a while.

After the three of them sang a few songs, Zheng Xiaowen said: "Hey, why don't the three of us sing separately?" Yilin, the two of us, each sing Qiao Xiang's song, and Qiao Xiang sings the song of the two of us, you say, it's okay to sing it interchangeably like this, right?"

Yang Yilin and Qiao Xiang hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, great, let's change to sing." ”

Zheng Xiaowen looked at Yang Yilin and said: "Yilin, let's sing Qiao Xiang's song first, which song of Qiao Xiang do you want to sing the most, let's sing which of his songs." ”

Yang Yilin wanted to take this opportunity to make Zheng Xiaowen happy, he thought for a while and said: "I want to sing Qiao Xiang's two songs "Butterfly Love Flowers" the most. Hey, Xiaowen, do you really want to hear that when I sing Qiao Xiang's songs, I will sing some other beautiful taste?"

Zheng Xiaowen was happy, she clapped her hands and said, "Yes, yes, I also like the two songs you chose, it's set, you can sing it quickly." ”

Yang Yilin's heart changed for a moment and said, "Then you two talk about it, do you want me to sing in my own style, or let me sing in imitation of Qiao Xiang's singing style?"

"As long as you feel how smooth you sing, then you can sing it. Qiao Xiang said, "You, no matter what you sing, it doesn't matter to me." Oops, I mean, let you sing as much as you want!"

"I also mean what Qiao Xiang meant, whatever you want!" Zheng Xiaowen followed.

Zheng Xiaowen suddenly thought about it again, she said to Yang Yilin: "Hey, no, no, no, if you are allowed to sing casually, then you won't sing such a good song and change the taste? If the singing changes the taste, it will definitely not sound good, you have to imitate and sing, sing it." ”

Yang Yilin said to Zheng Xiaowen: "Since you are singing Qiao Xiang's song, you have to listen to Qiao Xiang's command, and what Qiao Xiang says shall prevail." I'll sing this at will, you can watch and listen carefully. ”

After Yang Yilin finished speaking, he straightened his clothes, moved his arms, and kicked his legs. He finished pretending to be foreign, and then put on a posture of playing the guitar, then frowned, grinned, and sang "Butterfly Love Flowers, Unforgettable First Love" with a crying face: "The chic man is remorseful......"

From the beginning of Yang Yilin's singing, he made a tearful movement. As he sang with his performance, he kept pretending to cry until he finished singing. This time, Zheng Xiaowen and Qiao Xiang were amused, they were all bending over and laughing.

But Yang Yilin himself, he has been holding back without laughing, and has always had a serious expression.

After Yang Yilin sang this song, he continued to say with his expression when he sang: "Don't laugh both of you, my second song "Butterfly Loves Flowers: Message from Watching Flowers" has begun, you pay attention to the performance, pay attention to the singing!"

When Yang Yilin said this, his left hand seemed to be pressing the strings on the guitar, he raised his right hand, covered the corner of his mouth on the right, leaned forward, and sang earnestly in the form and tone of the song of young men and women of ethnic minorities in the mountainous area: "Hey-...... in the beautiful fresh garden."