Meng Zhuang defended himself: "My hands are for typing on the keyboard and drawing, not for peeling apples and doing housework. ”

Yan Jingzhou turned his head and despised him: "True green tea's speech." ”

The two of them rested under the tree for a while, and Meng Zhuang took the third apple that Yan Jingzhou peeled for him, hesitated in his hand and handed it back to Yan Jingzhou: "I can't eat it." ”

"I'm still wondering how many you can eat." Yan Jingzhou took back the apple and ate it, stood up for fear of falling the dust on his body, and called Meng Zhuang: "Let's go." ”

Walking five or six meters forward is the fork in the road, and Yan Jingzhou did not hesitate to go to the left, because the left side leads to the flower field.

Walking slowly on the stone path of the orchard, I picked it up and put it in a bag when I met it. The sun was a little sunny, but it also made the fruity fragrance stronger, and Yan Jingzhou was in a very comfortable mood, praying in her heart that the time could be too long, or simply let her time stay in this moment forever.

Then she immediately regretted it, and bargained with God in her heart, she wanted to take back her previous words, she didn't want time to stand still forever:

Because she wants more, she doesn't want her life to stop there, and she doesn't want to just walk with him so simply.

God seemed to understand her, and their lives were still moving forward, neither fast nor slow, just like all the people in the world, at the same time, in the same way.

After walking in the orchard for about half an hour, Yan Jingzhou's eyes suddenly lit up and rushed forward.

But she was soon disappointed, the road ahead was not the "world of flowers" she had thought, and the barbed wire blocked her way, although it didn't seem to stop anything, but she was indeed blocked here.

Between the orchard and the flower field are two barbed wires, and between the two barbed wires is an asphalt road six or seven feet wide.

Yan Jingzhou looked at the flower field opposite through the barbed wire, and looked like she was about to cry: "Why is this so, people want to say it." ”

She turned her head to look at Meng Zhuang and called out with all the cuteness in her life: "Brother." ”

Meng Zhuang turned around and left, disappearing from Yan Jingzhou's sight in less than a minute. Yan Jingzhou stood still, she firmly believed that as long as she stood here, Meng Zhuang would definitely fold flowers for her.

One minute

Five minutes

Twenty minutes passed, and Meng Zhuang did not come back, nor did he call her. Yan Jingzhou cried, and Meng Zhuang threw her here. She could only wipe away her tears and return the way she came.

Meng Zhuang was no longer in the car, and she asked the people at the orchard management office, and they said that Meng Zhuang did not come out.

Yan Jingzhou wants to go back to the orchard, but she has to buy a new ticket. She could only give up and wait for Meng Zhuang in the car.

After crying, she fell asleep in the car.

I don't know how long I slept and was woken up by the ringing of my mobile phone, it was Meng Zhuang who called, telling her that she could go back.

"I'm already in the car." Yan Jingzhou replied, her voice full of sleepiness and grievances.

Meng Zhuang hung up the phone and came out of the orchard about ten minutes later, carrying two large bags of apples in his hand.

"Crying?" Meng Zhuang asked her, but he didn't mean to listen to her answer. Open the trunk and put the apple in, then go back to the driver's seat and start the car away.

Yan Jingzhou looked at the flower field, and an obsession in her heart was sprouting: no matter what, she wanted a bouquet of flowers grown here.

A long time has passed, and the orchard and flower field are no longer visible, but Yan Jingzhou is still looking in that direction. Half of it was really wanted, and half of it was used to express dissatisfaction with Meng Zhuang.

On the way back, the two of them seemed to be angry, and no one spoke, until they returned home, Meng Zhuang feasted on Jingzhou: "You take a big bag." ”

"What I want are flowers." This sentence was uttered without any thought. Then her consciousness seemed to suddenly revigate, and she said again to Meng Zhuang: "What the girl wants are flowers." ”

Meng Zhuang took out the apples from the trunk, and handed one of the bags to Yan Jingzhou, looking as a matter of course: "I'm an old man who doesn't understand romance." Then he said as if he had added an explanation: "Even if I am seventeen years old with integrity and youth, I will never give Cai Yipeng roses to my sister." ”

The word 'sister' became particularly harsh, and Yan Jingzhou hoped that she was deaf for a moment just now, and she didn't hear anything.

One sentence: "When I was a child, you said you would marry me." When it came to his mouth and swallowed it back, Yan Jingzhou 'snatched' the apple and went home in a huff.

When Meng Zhuang returned home, the computer screen was full of pop-up windows. The content of the pop-up window is full of memes.

Seeing such a situation, Meng Zhuang took a deep breath and chose to restart.

Log in to the chat window and send a message to the person who sent the pop-up: "I hope you have a reasonable explanation for what you did. ”

The other party replied to the message in seconds: "This is the price you pay for ignoring me for a week." ”

"So what?" Meng Zhuang asked, "Is there any important news?" If you have one, repost it. ”

The other party replied: "It's too much. Then came a barrage of snickering memes. Then another message came: "I heard that you parted ways with her, so I couldn't help but look for you three times to celebrate." ”

Meng Zhuang didn't reply to the message, and the other party seemed to be bored, and asked him, "What have you been doing lately?" ”

"Learn to draw."

A bunch of exclamation points, and then a video call came. Meng Zhuang refused to answer, and sent a message to ask her: "So, you have to make fun of me a few times is enough." ”

"What to say. It's definitely not a joke, buddy is afraid that you won't be able to open it, so I'm looking at you. ”

"I'm fine."

"Oh~ yes!"

Meng Zhuang did not reply to the message, and the other party did not send another message.

The chat window was quiet for about half an hour before another message came: "Why did you suddenly start learning to draw?" ”

Why did you start learning to draw? Meng Zhuang's memory rewind. If he wasn't asked, he wouldn't care why he studied painting:

"I moved back to my hometown and had nothing to do, and then someone said they wanted a boy to paint for her, and they sent me painting tools, and I did."

The other party sent a surprised emoji. Then he sent it: "I don't know what to say except envy." ”

Meng Zhuang typed a message in the input box and was about to send it, when another message came from the other party: "Let me guess!" It's Jiaqi. The basis is that when I chatted with her a few days ago, she said that she was waiting for a boy to draw her prosperous style. ”

Meng Zhuang didn't answer, he admitted it.

It was the third day he was back here, Yu Jiaqi called to comfort him, and after he firmly said no, she proposed: "In order to prove that you are not stuck in the mud, from now on work hard to make me fall in love with you." ”

The smart, wise, salty and sweet Yu Jiaqi took more than ten days to successfully make Meng Zhuang compromise and agree to 'pursue her', and Yu Jiaqi's first request was to draw a portrait that satisfied me. And on the third day, he bought painting materials and painting tools online.