A slope trail quite close to Runlu, most of the shops at the foot of Phoenix Mountain are closed. There is only one flower shop left with the lights on.

After wrapping the last bouquet of roses, Chen Hao got up and took off his apron and hung it on the hook. Meng Yi did not become an 'invisible man' as Qiao Ziye thought, but became a volunteer in a flower shop.

After cleaning up the stumps and leaves, they clapped their hands, walked to the door and turned off the lights, and after Chen Hao locked the door, the two silently walked into the cold winter night.

After the ice and snow, the slope was slippery, and Chen Hao walked cautiously. Meng Yi followed aside, wanting to reach out to help and clenching his fists and not daring to act. A rugged man who didn't talk much, and a gentle little woman who was steady and introverted, no one said a word, and walked in silence all the way.

After rounding the corner, under the dim street lamp, Chen Hao picked up the scattered hair on the side and pulled it behind his ear, and whispered with a little gratitude and a little shame, "I've arrived." ”

"Well, it's cold, let's go upstairs. Meng Yi's eyes contained rare tenderness, and a cold wind blew and hurriedly urged her back to the house.

"Thank you for helping, you have to go back on such a cold day, or..." Chen Hao hesitated, and was interrupted before he finished speaking, "You go upstairs quickly, you don't feel at ease when Ping'er is home alone." Go back, Ming, I'll be fine all day tomorrow..."

I wanted to say something, but I didn't know where to start, Chen Hao nodded shallowly and didn't have time to say more words of thanks, the man waved at him and turned around and walked out of the corridor.

She looked at the broad back, and the ripples in her heart rose slightly.

Over the years, she hadn't thought about finding another harbor where she could stop and take a breath. But she, a widow with a young son, is not as beautiful as a flower and has no wealth, so she is naturally not favored.

The reality is like this, and she can't afford to fantasize. But even in such a situation, she didn't lower her head and let others pick casually.

A friend introduced a truck owner to her, and then when the family said with a dissatisfied look that they should make do with it, she left without looking back. The father of the child in his son's kindergarten class, who was divorced and had a solid family background, came to the flower shop three or four times to invite him, but was rejected.

Is she stupid? No, she's just sober.

Her ideals are actually simple, calm, realistic, know the warmth, know respect, and love Ping'er. But this simplicity is so precious in this world!

After breaking this thought, it was difficult for her to have the desire to be close to people. All the energy is devoted to the florist and his son, and nothing else. Until, this man who doesn't talk much appears.

There wasn't much contact, but he was always there every time she needed help. The two of them didn't talk much, only occasionally chatting a few words, but just like that, it gave her an unprecedented stability.

This stability, perhaps, is what she has been asking for but can't seek.

The figure that made her feel this way disappeared around the corner, and she turned and walked up the stairs step by step.

Meng Yi walked to the dark place outside the building, looked around to make sure that no pedestrians were passing by, and then flew into the building incognito.

Chen Hao entered the house, took off his bag and heavy coat, took out the food from the holding stove and ate a few bites. After that, there was a sound of cleaning, and when Chen Hao walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, Meng Yi quickly turned around and didn't dare to look again.

Silently, the lights went dark, and after a long night there was the sound of her even breathing.

Have a good dream. After Meng Yi said goodbye silently, he hurried all the way and floated back to Runlu.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, Runlu was still brightly lit.

Meng Yi thought that nothing big would happen, and he was faintly worried. When I came to the second floor, I found that everyone was busy packing their bags and preparing for tomorrow's trip.

"Uncle, I'm back. The little girl's big eyes blinked, and she smiled.

Pulled Meng Yi into his room, "Uncle, look, this is where we are going tomorrow." Close. ”

Sang Xia stretched out a hand and bent his little thumb, "Uncle must bring the boss here, pull the hook." ”

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Early in the morning, earlier than usual, Sangxia was already humming a tune and happily busy in the kitchen.

Cooking porridge, red dates and wolfberries are stewed on a low heat; kneading dough and waiting for fermentation to spread a few cakes; vegetables are still stir-fried in the pot, and a few dishes of pickles have been laid out on the table; everything is in good order, and it is not like words.

Thinking that he would soon be able to meet the uncles, aunts, grandparents and friends of Chajia Village, a flower bloomed on Sang Xia's face.

When the porridge was fragrant and the dough was sizzling in the oil, Runlu woke up completely under the rare sunshine of winter.

"Ho" Qiao Ziye's long curly hair was unkempt like a pile of weeds, and he walked downstairs with his slippers yawning in his mouth, "This fragrant, just give me incense and wake up." ”

"Brother Midnight" put the first fried cake into the plate, and Sang Xia took off the appearance of a happy little chef, "Look, your favorite sugar cake." ”

"Yo, it's so good, I didn't hurt you in vain. Qiao Ziye didn't know when there was another person behind him, standing in front of the table, he reached out and scratched Sang Xia's nose and quipped.

As soon as he turned his head to Shangfu Su's cold eyes, the whole person was awake in an instant. But no, the cold ice rain is slapping on the face, who can still be confused?

"Tell me, why do you hurt Sangxia?" Bingyu himself asked in a cold voice.

Qiao Ziye smiled: "What's the matter, it's okay, if you hurt, we can't do it, we hurt? Who bought our little Sangxia's computer? Who bought the clothes and bags? Who took care of the delivery in the wind and rain? Don't say that you assigned it, if you don't speak, I will take care of our little Sangxia baby, right..."

After being hung upside down for a long time last night, Fusu came over slowly to free him from the ceiling. I was about to mutter a few more words to relieve my depression, but my face changed in a few minutes when I raised my eyes.

Su'er was walking downstairs into the living room neatly dressed, and of course what she had just said must have been heard word for word. Qiao Ziye's whole person didn't feel very good.

Meng Yi, who went downstairs at the latest, just saved someone who cut his tongue a hundred times in his heart, although the words were not very good, "Come on, don't brag." I'm not who bullied the girl?!Midnight, you don't have to be foolish. It's rare for you to cook a meal, but I didn't kill my brother. ”

"Mmmm, it's all my fault, it's all my fault. Qiao Ziye had no fighting spirit at all, and it was rare to quarrel and lose again, so he abruptly withdrew from the battlefield of the living room and slipped upstairs to wash.

Breakfast was full of laughter, and everyone said that Sang Xia's cooking skills had improved greatly, especially the sugar cakes were simply appetizing, and finally the dishes were empty, and Qiao Ziye helped Meng Yi clean up together.

Patting Sangxia's head and motioning for her to go upstairs, Fusu turned his head to the kitchen and shouted, "Midnight, go to the mall in a while." ”

"Okay. He happily agreed, thinking that it would finally be time for me to ask for it.

I didn't get to the point of being complacent, and I immediately heard another phrase that I didn't want to hear, "Take the card." ”

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