"......" Yi Qianmei didn't speak, but looking at the slightly raised arc of the corners of her mouth, she must also like it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"We can plant seasonal thinning fruits in this little yard, and we can also plant some red roses that you like, and of course, if you like other flowers, we can plant them!"

Yi Qianyan thought for a while, those dark eyes turned around, and a cheerful smile rose at the corner of his mouth, "Also, it's not bad for us to plant Ling Xiao who can climb the wall around this house!" As soon as you open the window, Ling Xiao's tentacles reach in and climb up to the edge of your bed, and when you open your eyes, you will see one by one, clusters of Ling Xiao flowers hovering at the head of your bed, it must be beautiful!"

Yi Qianyan uses her rich imagination.

A look of longing and yearning.

And the landlord of this house is a very enthusiastic American old lady who lives alone What is Mrs. Miller, when she learned that Yi Qianyan was here to accompany her sister to recuperate, hoping to rent a relatively cheap and quiet cottage, she immediately said that she could rent her small house to them.

She herself lives in the house next door.

The old man has a pair of children, his wife died five years ago, and both children have gone to work in the big city.

And she has always been accustomed to the quiet life here, so she has been guarding this small courtyard and living happily here.

Yi Qianyan dropped her luggage, she liked it so much that she couldn't help but surround this yard and pull Yi Qianmei in a circle.

It is said that happiness can be infected, and her happiness infected Yi Qianmei beside her, and Yi Qianmei actually chuckled.

Yi Qianyan looked back at her little face that had never smiled since she was sick, and at this moment, thousands of emotions surged in her heart, including sadness, emotion, and perseverance that she was unwilling to give up.

She unconsciously hummed a ballad that they used to sing when they were children:

A vine in front of Amen

The sprouts of Anen Nen green have just sprouted

The snail carries that heavy shell

Step by step, climb up......

Yi Qianmei listened to this familiar song, and actually sang it softly, over and over again, the melodious singing echoed around this small house, and it could not be dispersed for a long time.

"If you think it's suitable, if there's anything else you need, just say it!" said Mrs. Miller, on crutches.

She has an amiable smile, her hair is snow-white, and the wrinkles on her face are pulled layer by layer, and her smile is more like a lake wrinkled by the wind.

Gentle and kind and close to others.

Yi Qianyan smiled sweetly, "We love it here!

"That's good! Then I'll leave this small yard to you to take care of! I hope it can be more warm and beautiful!"

"Mrs. Miller, you can rest assured!"

Yi Qianyan assures.

Watching the sunset, this small house is gilded with a layer of golden glow, which looks more beautiful and emotional.

"Tonight, as soon as you come, don't cook, I'll make you delicious mashed potatoes when you come to my house!"

Clearly, Mrs. Miller was very fond of the sisters.

With her hands on crutches, her eyes narrowed, her toothless mouth grinning, and her look of anticipation, how long had she not talked to someone else?

Her son and daughter are too busy and have their own lives, and since her wife left, she is too lonely alone......

Yi Qianyan and Yi Qianmei glanced at each other.

Yi Qianmei frowned slightly and lowered her head, Yi Qianyan saw her expression and movements in her eyes, but she responded happily. "Okay! I'm going to trouble you!"

She gave Mrs. Miller a friendly smile, and as she spoke, she took Ipher by the hand, and with the other hand, she took Mrs. Miller and walked towards the small two-story house beside her.

Mrs. Miller was talking as she walked about the origin of her little house.

Listening to Mrs. Miller, she had a particularly good relationship with her dead wife, who had lived in that little house for fifty years, and which had all their memories, sweet or melancholy, and which had carved the mark of life everywhere.

Mrs. Miller, speaking of her handsome and gentle husband, was shining with a sparkle in her dry well-like eyes, so radiant, so dazzling.

Yi Qianyan knows that that is love!

Even if the person she loves has long since turned into a pile of bones.

But as long as you think of it, no matter how withered and powerless life is, it will be radiant and vibrant!

It's just, love...... What a luxury......

As soon as Mrs. Miller staggered into the yard, one of her fat white cats leaped down from the window and spun gracefully around her feet.

"Meow ~ meow" called twice.

Mrs. Miller bowed down, lovingly took the big fat cat into her arms, stretched out her withered fingers and gently stroked its thick fat fur, and said, "Old man, you are hungry too." ”

The fat cat squinted her eyes in enjoyment, and "meowed" in response.

Yi Qianyan and Yi Qianmei quietly watched the heartwarming interaction of one person and one cat on the side.

"This man is old, sometimes really lonely, but fortunately I still have this old man with me! It's my third child, and it's the one who won't leave me. ”

"Then how long have you been raising this cat?" Yi Qianyan opened her mouth with curiosity.

"I raised it when my wife left, and my wife held my hand when he left and said, he can't accompany me anymore, I have to walk alone in the future, and he said that if he is lonely, he can raise a cat, at least he can accompany me instead! If I miss him, talk to the cat more, and he will hear it! So, I'll call it an old buddy! You see, isn't it my old buddy?"

Mrs. Miller talked a little too much, and she always spoke without hurry, and they listened with ease.

Mrs. Miller looked down and said to the big fat cat, "Do you say? My old fellow! I miss you more and more now! I don't know if I'll come to you one day! It's almost ......."

Yi Qianyan listened, so moved.

What exactly is love?

Maybe a hundred people have a hundred ways to say it.

But if it is for Mrs. Miller's husband, love is knowing that he is dying, and still thinking about whether the other half's life will be better in the future......

And Mrs. Miller may say that love may be a day and night of longing!

Love...... And for Yi Qianmei, what is it?

Did it hurt her, and hurt Wen Zheyu's double-edged sword?

That love...... What is it for me?

Yi Qianyan sometimes thinks that love must meet the right person!

As for...... Dongfang Zijin, he and her are just a transaction of money and flesh!

Filthy and rotten!

"I'd better show you your room first!"

Mrs. Miller pushed open the creaky door and walked into the house, which was a separate one-bedroom house.