After a full day of sleep, Sangxia woke up the next morning to the sound of the rain.

The familiar figure was still at the bedside.

"I'm thirsty. Fusu helped her to her feet and picked up the glass of water on the low table at the head of the bed.

She opened her mouth to speak, but found that her voice had become hoarse.

After drinking a full glass of water in one go, I feel slightly better. Dream after dream, she tossed and turned in countless dreams. The body's functions have recovered a lot, and the vitality is quite full, but the head is still drowsy as if it has been filled with lead.

"Meng Yi went to the flower shop and asked for leave on your behalf. Fusu felt the small hand in his palm slightly exert force, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

He knew she was worried about herself. She kept calling her name in her dreams, and even the words "Fusu, go quickly" appeared. Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly, is he so weak in this little girl's heart?

After looking at him carefully for a long time, her eyes finally relaxed. Confirm that this is no longer a dream, and that he is real and not an illusion.

Finally, wake up.

"Fusu, I want to go downstairs. ”

"Good. ”

He picked her up from the bed and walked straight downstairs. When he saw Meng Yi on the sofa in the living room, Sang Xia's little face turned red. Fusu completely pretended that Meng Yi did not exist, and walked to the backyard with the person in his arms expressionlessly.

Meng Yi, who was choked by the water, went to the kitchen with a cup while coughing, and honestly began to prepare breakfast.

A beige sofa appeared in the backyard at some point, and the person in his arms was carefully placed on the sofa, and Fusu looked at it and felt that something was missing. So, Sang Xia had another soft pillow under his neck.

Pursing her lips, she didn't dare to look into Fusu's eyes, she felt something in her chest break through her heart, and her cheeks were hot again.

Her hand was still in his palm, clenched tightly.

She twitched slightly, and he didn't seem to realize it, or he didn't intend to let go, but clenched it tighter.

Fusu turned his head to look at Meng Yi, who was busy in the kitchen, lowered his head and thought for a while and asked, "Sang Xia, what kind of person is the owner of the flower shop?"

Sang Xia's pursed lips curled, and his eyes were a little lost. I thought that Fusu's first question or first sentence must be related to him, but I didn't expect him to ask the shopkeeper.

"Tell me carefully, for example, what is her name, what kind of family she has, and how is her life?" Fusu was completely unaware of Sang Xia's slightly lost expression.

Elm is always elm, and even if it is opened, it is just an open elm.

"The boss's name is Chen Hao, more than 30, very good person. In fact, Sanxia didn't know much about the owner, and the shopkeeper next door sometimes listened to some gossip when chatting: "She has a six-year-old son, and I heard that the child's father died a few years ago. ”

"Ahh

Anning, you are also so ill-fated in this life!

Seeing Fusu's somewhat strange face, Sang Xia tilted his head a little strangely, and his face was full of doubts.

"Chen Hao, Meng..."

It so happened that your name in this life is his last life.

Fate may indeed have some mystery that cannot be seen through, and there is a mystery hidden in it that we are seeking. For example, a familiar street, a momentary sense of retrospective, or for example, I have been waiting for you in the world to never see, but when we meet, it is already a flower leaving the branches, the water is separated from the canal, and it is too late.

There is no just right love, and there is no just right separation. The so-called perfection is precisely the beautiful wish born from these shortcomings.

"She... She's my sister... Or rather, she used to be my sister, in a previous life. ”

Sang Xia had never heard Fu Su mention the matter of his previous life, and there was no suitable time to ask, so listening to him talk calmly and indifferently at this time, his heart couldn't help but tighten, and his palm became warmer and warmer.

"Although she is not my sister of the same mother, she is also the closest and most affectionate of the many siblings. Moreover, she and Meng Yi..."

Fusu subconsciously glanced at the busy figure in the kitchen again, his chin was silent for a moment, and he raised his head just to meet Sang Xia's eyes.

"Sangxia, is she having a bad time?"

"It's not easy for the boss to be alone with children, but she said that there are always many unsatisfactory things in life, and no matter how difficult it is, she has to live it. ”

Sang Xia remembered that one busy evening, the round-faced female shopkeeper sat tiredly on the steps of the store after cleaning up the branches and leaves of the store, and said a passage: A happy life is life, and a sad life is also life. So, think of ways to move yourself from sadness to happiness.

"The owner is a very gentle person, nice to everyone, very sincere kind. Her son is also very well-behaved and obedient, and usually the old man in the family helps to take him. She works very hard, and goes to the flower field every day to buy goods and open the door first, and the business of our store has always been very good. Sang Xia said, his big round eyes turned around and then fell between Fusu's eyebrows, and he cleared his voice and asked, "You know the boss's past life, what about me? What is my past life?...?"

......

"I, I can't see your past life" Sang Xia's lost eyes flashed, Fu Su felt a little annoyed, was he looked down on by this little girl again?!, he sighed helplessly and added, "I can occasionally see people's past lives and futures, but only occasionally, not everyone." ”

Another wave of lost little looks, Fusu felt a burst of irritability in his heart, saying that it was useless, this little girl's heart may not have thought much of herself.

"After taking a leave of absence, I will take a good rest first, and think about whether to continue working in the flower shop in the next few days. "It's useless to think too much, so it's better to change the topic.

"Oh. Sang Xia was in a feeling of loss, lying on the sofa with his chin on his hand, and when he saw Meng Yi walking out of the living room, he grinned at him, revealing a row of white teeth, among which two cute tiger teeth that were heartless were particularly prominent.

"Xiao Sangxia has breakfast, Uncle Meng made your favorite sweet potato porridge. Come..."Meng Yi said as he put his hand on his apron and wiped it.

After a period of getting along, the intimacy between Meng Yi and Sang Xia has been upgraded from the initial intimacy to a natural intimacy.

Meng Yi doted on Sangxia like an old father, and Sangxia had no relatives since he was a child, and only after meeting Meng Yi did he feel the care of being held in the palm of his hand. Therefore, only in front of Meng Yi will she reveal a rare immature child.

Fusu knew about these, but when he saw Sang Xia Chong Meng Yi's sweet smile, he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Breakfast was spent in a strange atmosphere. Fusu contracted the cleaning and cleaning work after the meal for the first time, you must know that since Sangxia came to Runlu, he has basically stopped entering the kitchen.

Xu is full and regained his strength, Sang Xia slammed the kitchen door and rushed at Fusu with a grimace, "Lord Fusu is so diligent today, really good." ”

Fusu turned his head expressionlessly and said, "Go sit and don't run around, your body hasn't recovered yet!"

"Then I'll go back to my room!" Before he could finish speaking, the man had already stomped up the stairs.

Fusu heard the sound of her walking, and shook his head helplessly while a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

I thought this girl was just plain heartless, but now it seems that she is actually stupid and brainless. It's not that he doesn't know that he is afraid, and the little face that was frightened before still makes his heart throb when he thinks about it at this time. However, if you are afraid, you will be afraid, and you will turn your head and throw the previous fear out of the clouds in minutes, and the crisis will immediately become vigorous, and the typical scar will forget the pain.

Meng Yi was idle at this time, standing in the backyard with a super-large purple sand cup in his hand, thinking about the figure standing among the flowers, through the white heat overflowing from the mouth of the cup, he seemed to see that gentle and round face.

I was stunned and thought about it, and I felt something fall on top of my head. When I looked up, I saw Sang Xia lying on the window, holding his index finger to his lips and gesturing in silence, beckoning him to go upstairs.