The flower season in Shihua Town is very different, and in the hot summer, there are large fields of pink cherry blossoms towering in the small red room on the second floor of Mr. Heal. The wind blows the petals and falls on the roof, and you may enjoy a pink snow when you sit in front of the window! Mr. Healing loves flowers, and the front and back of the house are full of colorful flowers. The sun gradually became bigger, and Shihua Town woke up after a lazy sleep. A few Angelos flew in the purple-pink sky, and the townspeople of Shihua Town began a happy day.

Mr. Sweet took the chubby little orange to Mr. Healing's mood grocery store on the Qingfu tram, and the tram stop was in front of the mood grocery store, and Mr. Tian stood next to the station and took a photo with the little orange. Mr. Cure opened the door of the grocery store early and waited for the arrival of the customer, and the little orange also liked this grocery store, and secretly told you that Mr. Cure has a little black cat that Little Orange likes very much. "Come to me again to steal flowers and make cakes?" Mr. Heal, who was wearing a cardigan with a rose, sat on the wooden steps and pushed his silver wire glasses, looking at Mr. Tian expressionlessly, Mr. Tian stared at a pot of flowers with a different heart, shook his head, remembered the flowers, and nodded again.

"I'm not a thief, if you don't give it, you can just rob it!" Mr. Sweet put the little orange on the ground, then took out the canvas bag and began to fill the petals, the little orange looked down on the little Shiba Inu, and ran towards the little black cat with closed eyes on the roof.

"This cat is getting fatter!" Mr. Cure was unhappy to take the innocent little orange and steam it, and the little orange just watched the little black cat on the roof meow, and when he heard the cat's meow, the little black house pricked up his ears and crawled down from the roof to come to them. The little orange struggled, and Mr. Heal put it down, and the little black cat immediately rushed at it, stuck to it, and licked each other's ears.

"Hey, look at you, delay our little orange and its little black to make love!" Mr. Sweet opened the food box and handed Mr. Healing a muffin and matcha biscuit, and Mr. Healing coldly bit the matcha biscuit and walked into the house to make lemon blossom tea for the two of them. "The flowers are so beautiful, they don't match your ugly face at all!" Mr. Sweet sat on the sidelines and watched Mr. Healing make tea while spitting out the trough.

"What a who nags and nags!" Mr. Healing added ice cubes and pickled molasses lemon to the glass with black lines on his face, and then poured ice soda and warm water, and the lemon and floral aroma immediately wafted through his nose. "No one wants to be single, here you go!" Mr. Healing unceremoniously put the cup in front of Mr. Sweet, and Mr. Sweet picked it up with a grin.

"Delicious!" The fragrance overflowed between his lips and teeth, and Mr. Sweet's smile became even sweeter. "Worse than what I did, seven points!" Mr. Sweet pretended to frown and began to complain again, Mr. Heal, who had heard the praise, was a lot happier, and he couldn't wait to strangle him, a dead friend who had played since childhood. "Look at your stinky face, no wonder no one wants it!" Mr. Sweet took a sip of the lemon coffee table, and tapped his fingers on the rim of the cup to play with the delicate teacup. Mr. Healing shook his head and sat aside drinking tea and eating matcha biscuits, the greedy little black cat came to his feet and Mr. Healing broke off a cookie for him, and the two kittens shared the food peacefully, and the two tails wagged quietly and finally intertwined together and coincidentally knitted a heart.

Mr. Healing looked at Mr. Sweet, who was still playing with the teacup with his head down, and the corners of his mouth secretly raised a smile and flashed, the two of them from childhood to Uncle Song and Dance, they don't have each other's green plums, they are each other's bamboo horses. The gentle and thin Mr. Sweet, the fierce and strong Mr. Heal, and the two people who are intimate and intimate, I don't know what Mr. Sweet is in now. Anyway, now I'm looking at Mr. Sweet's Mr. Healing, my heart is full of turmoil, he is childish, he is cute, he is a little called Mr. Heal, he is a little reluctant to share with others, and he doesn't want others to see Mr. Sweet's beautiful appearance. "Let's go back and make cakes!" Mr. Sweet stretched, and then wanted to pick up the little orange who was still sleeping with the little black cat.

"The little fat man will sleep with me today, he is inseparable from Xiao Hei!" Mr. Healing then put flowers and a large jar of nectar into Mr. Sweet's bag, and talked to him as he stuffed the bag with messy food. "It's too hot in the summer, be careful not to get heat stroke, even if it's too hot air conditioner and fan." Mr. Healing knocks on Mr. Sweet's head.

"Well, brother!" Mr. Tian nodded vigorously like a well-behaved and sensible child, and then walked out with the bag, Mr. Healing sat where Mr. Tian had sit, looking at the teacup in a daze, looking at the grocery store getting farther and farther away, Mr. Tian stood up and came to the door. Mr. Heal didn't shout when he saw him tomorrow, but just followed Mr. Tian and walked a few steps and waved his hand gently.

"I don't want to be your brother, how good is the little fat man and the little black!" Mr. Healing looked at Mr. Sweet's back and muttered, until Mr. Sweet turned a corner and couldn't see the figure, and Mr. Healing slowly returned to the grocery store.

There is a healing gentleman in Shihua Town, who opened a grocery store called Mood Grocery Store, and there are no items and miscellaneous items, only messy moods and trivialities. Mr. Healing doesn't know how many people's stories he has listened to, how many people's smiles and tears he has seen, but when the guests don't come, when Mr. Sweet leaves, when Xiao Hei runs out to play, Mr. Healing is a little lonely. The summer breeze blows gently, and the falling snow cherry blossoms flutter in the wind, raining a summer pink snowflake. The man in a rose embroidered cardigan was lying in the petals, his eyes half-closed, and suddenly thought: What is Mr. Sweet's identity for himself? I have healed 3,650 people in 365 days, and I have listened to more than 300 stories in more than 300 hours, but I really want to be healed?

"It's too pretentious!" Mr. Heal took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, I don't know if it was stabbed by the sun or something, Mr. Heal felt some pain in his eyes. "Alas, it's too hypocritical!" Maybe this sentence is too hypocritical, Mr. Healing is always just a healing magician who heals others. The magician always conjures flowers and white doves for others, but never makes happiness for himself. He knows how to love others, but he can't love himself, and if he wants to love himself, he will sigh and say that it is too hypocritical.

There is a sweet gentleman in Shihua Town, he opened a dessert house, called Dream Fantasy Dessert House, and there is only laughter and sweetness in the dessert house. Mr. Sweet has witnessed a lot of happy moments, seen the innocence of many people, and when the little orange goes out for adventure when the guests don't come, Mr. Sweet is still like a spring breeze. The breeze stopped, Mr. Sweet bit the mung bean popsicle he had just bought and stood in the shade of the tree, Mr. Sweet did not take the Qingfu tram just for the handmade popsicles of the Qingfeng House, blew the popsicles clean, Mr. Sweet threw the popsicle sticks into the trash can and walked to the front tram stop. Mr. Sweet is loved too much and overflows, so Mr. Sweet is loved and at the same time learns to love others and himself.

Under the bright sun, the Duofu tram drove slowly, and Mr. Healing walked up to the train and threw a poem coin in the ticket box. Mr. Tian looked at the empty seats in the carriage, looking for his favorite position, and finally knew the seat by the window and the door. His movement provoked a group of little girls in student uniforms to blush or whisper to their peers. Mr. Sweet put the bag down and took out his favorite fairy tale book of The Little Prince and read it. Mr. Tian was concentrating on reading, occasionally looking at the scenery outside the window, and suddenly he heard the sound of the waves, closed the book and hurriedly got out of the car. Ben still has one stop to get to Mr. Sweet, who stops at the Dream Dessert House, in the Blue Crystal Sea.

As the name suggests, the sea resembles a crystal crystal under the refraction of the sun, and Mr. Sweet takes off his shoes and steps on the sand. The golden sand is warm, Mr. Sweet is playing with the sea, a small hermit crab crawls away in panic, and Mr. Sweet squats on the ground to pick up shells. "You can make a bunch of shell wind chimes when you go home!" Mr. Sweet picked up the shells and muttered, thinking that there was a new wind chime at the door of his dessert house, and Mr. Sweet laughed happily.

"Hahaha!" At this moment, the sound of laughter echoed in the Dream Dessert House, and I saw a naked, fair-skinned, black-haired little Shota eating with whipped cream in his hands, and the corners of his mouth were dirty with jam and chocolate, more like a big flower face than a small orange. "I love it here!" Xiao Zhengtai muttered as he nibbled on a large strawberry. "I'm so sleepy when I'm full!" Xiao Zhengtai, who is lazier than Xiao Tangerine, is lying asleep in a pile of desserts, yes, Xiao Zhengtai is the greedy ghost mysterious dumpling that night. The mysterious dumpling is a bean paste bun, and Xiao Zheng's soft and glutinous little face is really a little bean paste bun! The fairy boy Little Bean Paste Bag fell asleep, and a few kittens at the door who were entangled in woolen balls looked at the stranger in the dessert house and muttered.

"Big brother, there's a stranger in our territory!" The little cat brother pushed the big cat brother, and the big cat brother calmly stayed away from it. "Let's go up and drive him away, so that Mr. Zitian can reward us with a lot of dried fish when he comes back!" The little brother of the cat said unrelentingly, and the eldest brother of the cat and the second brother of the cat felt justified and was ready to rush in. "Huh? My little cat angel! The little cat brother was attracted by the noble Persian cat on the side of the road, and the big cat brother and the second cat brother ran faster than the other and rushed towards the little Persian cat.

"It's really noisy!" Mr. Sweet, who was carrying a bag and a small basket of shells, saw his naughty egg kittens running around in the distance, and Mr. Sweet opened the door and walked into the dessert house and was frightened by the picture in front of him. Mr. Sweet looked at the messy food on the ground, focusing on the boy in the food, and the boy who was naked with cream fell asleep peacefully with his red face. "Angels?" Mr. Tian was not afraid, and gently walked towards Xiao Zhengtai, picked him up and wiped the cream off his body, put on a shirt, and then gently put him on the sofa. "The angel will not be open when he comes!" Mr. Tian sat on the side and looked at Xiao Zhengtai. "My face seems to be very soft and easy to pinch!" Mr. Sweet has a bit of a sudden change in painting style.,Mr. Sweet, a tram idiot or something, a little bad feeling!

"You, who are you?" I don't know if it's been watched all the time or for some reason, Xiao Zhengtai opened his eyes and looked at the handsome Mr. Tian in front of him, like Mr. Tian, he was not afraid but thought he was good-looking.

"Isn't that what I should ask you?" Mr. Heal held his chin and stared at Xiao Zhengtai. "I'm the owner of the dessert shop, and people call me Mr. Sweet!" Mr. Sweet smiled and introduced himself to Xiao Zhengtai.

"Sweet, sweet and sweet, my name is Little Bean Paste Bun!" Xiao Zhengtai was a little stammered by Mr. Sweet's laughter.

"It's really like a bean paste bun!" Mr. Tian leaned close to Xiao Zhengtai and grabbed his hand. "I really like to eat bean paste buns!" Mr. Tian pinched Xiao Zhengtai's chin and pressed closer to him, and Xiao Zhengtai looked at Mr. Tian at a loss.