It's quiet in the garden. Now it's just me. My friend left me here and left me alone. I stood outside the fence for several minutes, and I did not see a messenger come into the garden and pour me a cup of tea. I walked around the rockery and on the winding paths. There are many rockeries, all of which are of different shapes, only as tall as me, covered with vines and moss; There is a cave in the middle, and there are red, white and yellow grass flowers blooming in the hole; The grass magnolia next to the trail at your feet has not yet opened. After walking the path, I went to the stairs of a living room, the windowsill of the living room was quite high, and the glass embedded in the paper windows was all covered by silk curtains painted with flowers and birds, I couldn't see the furnishings in the room, I thought this should be the flower hall. Under this window, a tall magnolia tree grows in the corner of the wall, and some branches stretch out of the plum blossom wall, and there are still residual flowers hanging on the branches. Spoonful-like white petals sprinkled all over a corner, some of which had turned yellow. But the lingering fragrance was still sent to my nose one by one.

I stood under this tree for a moment. I bent down and picked up two petals, caressed them in my hand. The magnolia tree is an old friend of mine. I also had a garden when I was a kid, and magnolia flowers were my favorite thing when I was a kid. I unconsciously put the petals down my nose. I suddenly looked around. I couldn't help but laugh at myself for this strange behavior. I threw away the petals. But then I thought: that kid's mood is about the same as I do now. Thinking about it, I think it's a pity that I didn't run to pull the child back and ask about it.

I didn't go up the stairs to push the door to the living room (I saw a mahogany table and a round magnetic stool on the left in front of the living room door), but I walked along the wall to the right. I passed a water tank where goldfish were raised, passed by two begonias and one plum, and walked to a rectangular flower stand. The shelf faces the wall on one side and a living room with glass-inlaid windows on the other. I knew it was the so-called "Lower Flower Hall", a temporary house that my friend had prepared for me. There are three peonies planted on the flower platform, and there is a stone slab in front of the stage. Two osmanthus trees grow in the courtyard, like the two sentry pavilions on the left and right of the lower flower hall. Three large pots of orchids are placed outside the two rows of stone railings on the left and right, and green round magnetic benches are all padded under the pots.

I walked up the stone steps and prepared to enter the flower hall. But a friend's voice made me stand still. He shouted from afar: "Lao Li, why are you alone? When did the Yang family children leave? What did you talk to him? ”

I turned to look at him and said, "You're all gone, of course I'm the only one......," but I didn't finish my words and swallowed again, because I saw behind him a woman in a pale blue cheongsam, a gray velvet sweater, and a permed hair, and an old woman holding a futon. I knew his wife had brought her mother to make my bed. So I went over to meet them.

"Let me introduce you, this is my wife, her name is Wan Zhaohua, you can call her Zhaohua in the future; This is Lao Li, I often talk about Lao Li. "My friend proudly introduced us to us. His wife smiled and nodded her head slightly. I buried my head low, as if I was bowing. I looked up and heard her say, "I often hear him talk about Mr. Lai." Mr. Li lives here, we won't entertain, I'm afraid there will be a place for neglect......"

My friend didn't give me time to answer, so he hurriedly said: "He is the most afraid of being entertained, let's let him be free, settle him in the flower hall and leave him alone." ”

His wife looked at him and moved her lips slightly, but she didn't say anything, only smiled at him. He looked at her with a smile, too. I could tell that they had a good relationship with each other.

"Although it is your old classmate, Mr. Li is a guest, how can he not entertain well!" My wife said with a smile that the words were addressed to him, but her eyes looked at me generously.

A melon seed face that was not very long, with two big black eyes, a nose that was not low, lips that were a little thin, thin shoulders, a thin waist, and a tall figure, she stood with her husband, and her head had just reached the peak of his eyebrows. She is only twenty-three or fourteen years old, and she often has a smile on her face, and she is a very beautiful woman who can be approached.

"Then go and take care of the house and clean it up for him. Cook your own dishes tonight, and let me have a few drinks with him," said his friend with a smile.

"I don't dare to take ......it seriously if you want your wife to cook the food herself," I quickly and politely interjected.

"Then you can accompany Mr. Li to the Shanghua Hall to sit down. You see, Mr. Li has been here for a long time, and he hasn't even made tea," she said to her husband apologetically, nodding slightly to me again, and then walked to the lower flower hall. The old mother had already gone in, and even the old messenger Lao Wen had also gone in, and he was holding more things in his hands.