Following.

Early in the morning, Shu Kite got up early, took two pills and hurriedly went out.

The door to the next room was closed.

The book kite first went to the scholar's flower field to retrieve the roses that had sprouted.

He personally pruned a batch of fine white roses and went to the cemetery to visit Shu Zhixiang.

It was nearly noon back in the maple grove, the sun was shining, hanging high, and a valuable black car was parked in the doorway.

The book kite walked into the house with a flower pot.

The mood looks good.

Shuyuan knocked on Yun Mo's door, and the one who opened the door was a curly-haired girl, who looked very beautiful and sunny, and she was stunned for a moment.

The girl was obviously stunned, and spoke first, in a blunt tone: "Who are you?" ”

Neighbor? Or an admirer of Yun Mo?

Shu Kite couldn't say a word when she opened and closed her mouth, she didn't know what her relationship was with Yun Mo, friend? Neighbor?

The girl looked up and down, her eyes fixed on the flower pot that the book kite was holding.

His face changed slightly, and his tone was very bad: "Why are you here with this pot of flowers, who let you take it." ”

This pot of flowers is so important to Yun Mo, if she touched it before, Yun Mo could directly shut her out.

Now why in the hands of another woman.

The girl was jealous and reached out to grab it.

The book kite didn't understand what was going on, and the flower pot fell to the bright floor without pulling in his hand.

Falling apart, the soil was sprinkled on the ground, and the roots of the flowers broke off a branch and leaf.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

The girl's expression became panicked: "It's all your fault, why didn't you hold it steady." ”

“……”

In contrast, the book kite is much more usual, squatting down to pick up fragments, it should be able to save life.

The girl squatted down to pick it up.

Yun Mo heard the sound and walked over from inside, followed by a young man, pulled the girl up, and said, "Manru, what's wrong?" ”

Yun Ci wiped the mud on Manru's white fingertips with his coat and clothes.

"Yun Mo's flowers, what should I do?"

The book kite found a relatively complete porcelain pot, put the flowers in it, and filled the soil one by one, and the side arm of the porcelain pot crossed the fingertips, and the bright red blood flowed out.

The man standing didn't speak, just stared at the movement of the book kite, and his eyes were cold.

Until he couldn't bear it anymore, Yun Mo bent down and pulled the book kite, as if he was going to pinch her wrist.

The mouth was as cold as ice: "What are you doing?" ”

Yun Mo didn't know what it was like.

For the first time in his life, he felt irritable, not from something important broken, but from a little red on her fingertips.

The book kite replied to him, very bland: "I want to help you change a pot of soil." ”

It was obviously very cold outside, and she saw the sweat on his forehead.

The anger was heavy.

Yun Mo shook off her wrist: "No, go back to your house." ”

He could feel her shivering with cold, her wrists cold.

The book kite gritted his teeth, squatted on the ground and picked up the porcelain basin, walked to his side and rested on the balcony next to him: "I didn't mean to. ”

The voice was very light, there was no undulation, and the pain was not felt in the cut fingers.

The book kite didn't know what this pot of flowers meant to her, but it should be important to be able to guess how many points.

He smelled her unique floral scent, like the freshness and elegance of roses pouring after rain.

Until she opened and closed the door, Yun Mo looked at the pot of flowers, the branches and leaves were very green, and they should have been taken care of.

Manru tugged at the corner of Yun Ci's clothes and sent out a distress signal.

Yun Ci rubbed her soft head: "Yun Mo, it's cold outside, let's go into the house." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind arose.

Yun Mo lowered his gaze, bowed his head slightly, and walked sideways past Man Ru into the house.