Early spring of that year.

Shi Jingshen got out of the car and closed the door, frowning.

Grandpa gave a death order for him to come over on a blind date, and when he drove over, he had already thought of various reasons for refusal.

Homosexuality, kidney deficiency.

When I got off the bus, it was drizzling outside, and the apricot blossoms outside the villa were all over the place, and when I looked up, there was a piece of pink and white silk.

The petals fell gently on his shoulders by the breeze, a gust of wind rose, the petals were like elves, singing and dancing with the spring breeze, the blooming apricot blossoms pressed the branches, and the swagger was a residual red.

Shi Jingshen looked at this scene with some surprise, but he didn't like the shape, raised his slender legs and walked up the bluestone slab with a little moss, the drizzle wet his soft short hair, he stood under the tree, looked up at the apricot blossoms frolicking in the wind, raised his hand and broke off a branch.

Hurried footsteps could be heard at the foot of the mountain not far away.

When the depth of the field lowered his eyes, he looked down.

A girl, dressed in a lake-green waist-length cardigan, with a few jade hairpins on her head, jade hands on her waist, holding an oil-paper umbrella with landscape paintings, an unexpectedly good-looking little face with light makeup, her lips pursed, and a pair of apricot eyes looking at him in a daze, just right, elegant and dusty, so beautiful that she is a little unreal, just like a character who came out of an ink painting.

The two looked at each other, and time seemed to stand still.

It seems that it is impossible to tell the difference between the present and the day.

As soon as the clock of the mountain newspaper hits, the ethereal life echoes in the mountains.

Like Cinderella's bell at twelve o'clock.

Everything was pulled back to reality, and the girl woke up in a trance and hurriedly ran to the place of the villa.

Shi Jingshen looked at the beautiful back and smiled slightly, and there were ripples in his eyes.

Nan Yanyu quickly ran to the gate of the villa at the top of the mountain, and couldn't help but look back at the boundless apricot blossom path.

My heart was still beating violently, and I didn't know if it was because of the long road paved with apricot blossoms, or for whom.

She hurried over here, the promotional video had just finished filming, and she came over before she had time to change her clothes.

Fortunately, the dress was given to her by Ah Yu.

Recalling the scene just now, Nan Yanyu was a little distracted.

The man of Fang Cai, standing in the light rain of apricot blossoms, has a long figure, his white shirt is rolled up, revealing his strong arms, his muscles are smooth and visible, and he raised his hand and broke off a branch of apricot blossoms.

The man looked back, in the apricot rain, a pair of Danfeng eyes were as deep as the universe, and her eyes were opposite, the movement stopped, a fair face was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal dust, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, thin lips were slightly serious, and the bridge of the nose made the facial features more three-dimensional and intoxicating.

She held her breath for fear of disturbing the picture-like scene.

It wasn't until the bell rang that she remembered what had happened to her, and trotted past the man.

It's probably a dream.

Nan Yanyu put away the umbrella, handed the umbrella to the maid on the side, straightened the clothes on his body and walked in.

His grandfather was sitting opposite another old man with serious eyebrows, not knowing what he was talking about, and his eyebrows were fluttering.

"Grandpa." Nan Yanyu took off his shoes and walked over and shouted softly.

Hearing this, Nan Tingshu stretched his eyebrows, and happily pointed to the old man opposite Nan Yanyu, "This is your grandfather." ”

"Hello Grandpa." Nan Yanyu spoke obediently.

"This is my granddaughter, Yanyu." Nan Ting patted his chest proudly, and looked at Nan Yanyu again, "Hurry up and make a pot of tea for your grandfather." ”

Nan Yanyu smiled and nodded, sat on the side and carefully fiddled with a pile of tea sets.

"Alas, you granddaughter is good, how can you be like that kid in my family, running outside all day long!" Shi Zhiyuan couldn't help but sigh a few times.

Nanting smiled, and a man suddenly walked in at the door.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Nan."

The low magnetic voice made Nan Yanyu stunned for a moment, and raised his eyes to look over.

It's him..

Nan Yanyu's hand washing tea paused slightly, and crashed into the calm black eyes.