"Hey," as if someone called himself from afar, his lazy voice with a hoarse voice, slowly passed through the osmanthus tree to the cold season, at this time the cold season had not fully woken up, turned around, curled himself up under the osmanthus tree, a good nap, but was woken up by his voice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"......" rubbed his eyes, his eyelids had not been completely opened, and when he looked up, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers had already shrouded him through his sense of smell.

When he opened his eyes, there was a gorgeous yellow-white in front of him, and the fingers that had just rubbed his eyes trembled, and Leng Ji was stunned, as if he couldn't react for a while.

The sky is still yellow, it is still early, the sun is far from the time of setting, with golden sunlight sprinkled on the stamens of the osmanthus, reflecting its light-colored petals, making the osmanthus tree look unusually beautiful.

"Osmanthus ......" stretched out her hand, and the cold season that had just gotten up paused, and there was an extra osmanthus petal falling from the sky in her hand, light yellow, which made her can't help but look at it twice.

"How long are you going to lie down? Following the sound, I found that in the other corner of the courtyard, a Taishi chair was swaying in the wind. Someone was lying on it paralyzed, holding a sunflower fan, lazily fanning the invisible air.

"......" The next moment, Leng Ji remembered that he seemed to have fallen asleep under the osmanthus tree.

Sitting up, his arm unconsciously rubbed the petals on the ground, got up and patted the petals on his hand, and only then did he see clearly in the cold season that an old man who was over half a hundred years old was lying leisurely on his Taishi chair.

A large plate of osmanthus cake was placed on the left hand side, and when I just woke up, I took another piece in my hand, and the crystal clear yellow mixed with the sweet fragrance melted in the mouth.

"Don't eat it. The old man's voice, the old man shook his fan, watched Leng Ji swallow the whole osmanthus cake and licked his fingers, and then he said slowly.

Squinted, Leng Ji looked at the old man in front of him and didn't have the slightest intention of standing up, the osmanthus made the fragrance still stay in his mouth, so far away, Leng Ji knew that he didn't have time to stop himself from eating another piece of osmanthus cake, licked the corner of his mouth, Leng Ji took another piece of osmanthus cake, chewed it slowly, and swallowed it to the end.

His eyes shone on the old man, blurring his expression, but making his gray hair more obvious, and Leng Ji only saw his hand swinging the sunflower fan stopped, and his face was facing his direction, as if he was looking at her eating osmanthus cake without hurry.

"I'll give you another money. Deliberately aggravated it at the word again, squinted his eyes in the cold season, a little vigilant, and observed his movements while eating.

The stopped Kwai fan fanned again, and Leng Ji paused when he watched him get up, and in a lazy posture, he lay back on the Taishi chair made of rattan.

The sun is getting warmer.

Maybe it's because of the relationship under the shade of the trees, in this hot summer, I can't feel a trace of heat in the cold season, my hands are crossed in front of me, and the cold season leans against the big tree behind me, looking at the beautiful scenery in the courtyard.

The cup was filled with sweet and mellow osmanthus wine, and I took a sip in the cold season, and the cold osmanthus wine was paired with the little stamens floating in the cup, and I only felt that the taste of the wine was more rich and delicious than the impression.

The sun was still hanging in the sky, but it was not as dazzling as it was at the beginning, and the cold season paused, only to see a familiar figure lying lazily in the shadow of the corner of the wall under the sun.

I just feel that there is something not quite right.

Leng Ji frowned, as if, vaguely remembering, didn't this old man sleep at the other end of the tree before he fell asleep?

Looking over again, I only felt that the figure under the tree became more and more familiar, and through the not-so-eye-catching sunlight, I could clearly see his side in the cold season, a hideous scar, across the old man's temple.

Stunned, Leng Ji suddenly remembered a person, an old man who also had a long scar on his face.

Rubbing his eyes, Leng Ji didn't believe what he saw, the scene in front of him was overshadowed by the black a few times, and the scar on the old man's face became more and more blurred.

Did you see it wrong......

Leng Ji was still hesitating, and suddenly, the old man sitting on the Taishi's chair spoke.

"Do you like osmanthus?" couldn't see the expression clearly, but Leng Ji knew that he was asking himself.

"Yes. After thinking about it for a while, Leng Ji wanted to shake his head, but he didn't know why, but finally nodded slightly.

"Making wine with osmanthus is the best in the world. There was a smile in the words, and the hoarse voice was slightly light, and the sunflower fan in the old man's hand shook more happily.

"Yes. "I felt a little thirsty in the cold season, and drank another sip of osmanthus wine in the cup, the strong wine flavor with a little sweet floral fragrance wrapped the whole tongue, and after swallowing the whole mouthful, the sweeter and richer floral fragrance stayed in the throat, making people more and more intoxicated.

In the cold season, I can't help but think of it, as if in the past, when I lived with Yuanyuan and Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen also liked to move the Taishi chair to the corner and silently drink a glass of osmanthus wine in front of the moonlight.

In the courtyard where I used to live, there is also a huge osmanthus tree, which blooms yellow and white flowers every summer, and exudes an attractive fragrance as it swings with the air.

"Do you know why my osmanthus flowers are so fragrant?" The cold season's thoughts drifted away again, and the old man's voice reluctantly remembered from the corner of the wall, interrupting the cold season's thoughts again.

"......?" this time, Leng Ji had to shake her head honestly, she really didn't know the secret, and of course, she didn't have much interest in knowing.

"Because I'm giving them plenty of nutrients. With that, the old man stood up, and in the sunlight, the cold season once again saw clearly the scars on his face, and crossed every wrinkle on his face, making them look extremely hideous for a moment.

It was obviously a smiling face, but it made the cold season suddenly chill.

Leng Ji unconsciously took a step back, and guessed the petals behind her, she still remembered the appearance of the old man sitting on the Taishi's chair when she entered the door.

Absolutely, definitely not like this.

Maybe it's because of old age, maybe it's because of other reasons, the old man's hand holding the sunflower fan is clearly exposed to the sun, and he can't stop shaking.

"Do you know what's buried under this tree?" the old man asked again, smiling. "This tree, in fact, is like a trap. “

was stunned, Leng Ji suddenly understood his words, and the next moment, he was creepy again.

Like a trap, is there a corpse buried underneath?

The old man got closer and closer, his face became clearer and clearer, and the cold season had retreated to the foot of the tree, a five-meter-high tree, but the trunk of the tree was less than a person's embrace.

Leng Ji finally saw the old man's face clearly, that familiar and unfamiliar appearance, with a smiling face, thin cheeks with dense wrinkles, and a hideous scar across it.

Old man Chen.

The cold season whispered the name in his heart.