In Luo Yiyi's secret garden, there is a pot of arrogant cacti, he doesn't like to talk, and he keeps a straight face all day long. If someone provokes him without knowing the gravity, he will raise up his little thorns and demonstrate to the disrespectful with a fierce look.

On a breezy night, the secret garden can be lively.

The Wenzhu brothers like to chant poems and eulogies the most, shaking their heads and shaking their heads, looking like the elegant appearance of literati and rioters. At this time, the aloe princess will smile lightly in the wind, nodding her head in appreciation from time to time. However, the most cheerful thing is still the narcissus, she dances in the wind, and sings with the Wenzhu brothers, creating a white dreamlike shadow.

The new mimosa friend didn't dare to look up at first, but finally couldn't help it, laughing and applauding everyone's wonderful performance.

The cactus next to him saw that the newcomer was rarely so interested, and he was a little happy, so he nodded slightly awkwardly, coughed clearly, and responded with the right to respond.

Under the moonlight, the slender shadows of swaying plants of various colors decorate Luo Yiyi's countless innocent dreams.

As a result, Luo Yiyi developed the habit of not closing the window at night, and those greetings from the evening breeze have the power to make people sleep peacefully.

But I didn't want that day, there would be a thunderstorm, mixed with hail.

Luo Yiyi was awakened by the thunder, and she watched in horror as the belly-sized hailstones smashed into her secret garden—the stubborn little fairy, Xiao Han and Xiao Shui, who were already leaning on the ground, the aloe princess who was bent over, and the messy Wenzhu brothers......

"Don't ...... Don't ......," she whispered, frowning fiercely. His hands clutched the quilt on his chest, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Then there was a warm hand that gently held Luo Yiyi's hand.

As if reading this care, Luo Yiyi woke up in tears and looked at the aunt with a kind face in front of her.

"Awake?" Zhang Jing let go of Luo Yiyi's hand with a smile, picked up a tissue and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Luo Yiyi's eyes, "Nightmare?" Don't be afraid, you've woken up. As he spoke, he gently helped Luo Yiyi to sit up.

This kind of intimacy seemed to be comforting from her mother, which made the tears in the corners of Luo Yiyi's eyes pour down like a floodgate.

Zhang Jing was slightly stunned, withdrew his hand, and waited quietly, letting Luo Yiyi cry to her heart's content.

Sure enough, it was a familiar face. However, Zhang Jing couldn't remember where she had seen this face.

"Who are you?" Luo Yiyi gradually stopped her tears and asked politely.

Zhang Jing's musings were interrupted, and she replied with a smile: "My surname is Zhang, and I am a doctor. You were in a terrible situation last night, are you feeling better now? ”

Luo Yiyi had already guessed what had happened, so she nodded in thanks: "It's much better." I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you last night—" Although, she doesn't remember anything about the doctor's aunt's visit last night.

Zhang Jing saw that her cheeks had regained their bloody color, so she smiled and said, "That's good." If it's okay to do it anymore, let's get up and wash up first, the porridge is already cooked, let's drink a little, right? ”

Luo Yiyi nodded, got up and got out of bed, and felt that the strength of his body had recovered, and this movement, there was a feeling of hunger.

The white porridge that has been cooked for a long time melts in the mouth.

"How can you live alone?" Zhang Jing spoke cautiously, "Are Mom and Dad at ease?" ”

"It's all gone," Luo Yiyi tried to say as plainly as possible, but loneliness and sadness had already invaded her eyes, "Moreover, I'm used to being alone." ”

Zhang Jing didn't ask any more, and instead said: "Pay attention to your diet these days, and when you are sick, your nutrition must keep up." I left the medicine on the table and felt like I was taking it on time. My phone number was also left, call me again if I'm not feeling well-"

"Thank you—about the medical bills—"

"Don't worry about this, let's recuperate in peace!" Zhang Jing said, and couldn't help but raise his hand and rub the messy hair on the forehead of the big child in front of him.

frowned eyebrows, with a fierce stubbornness; The slender eyes hide many unknown confusions and confusions; The small and delicate mouth and nose are so delicate that people can't bear to withdraw their gaze.

"Have we met before?" Finally, I couldn't help but ask.

Luo Yiyi looked up and replied suspiciously, "I-I don't remember much-"

Zhang Jing smiled: "You're not a local, are you?" ”

"Haruta." As soon as the words came out, Luo Yiyi felt strange, after all, he hadn't been back to his hometown for nearly ten years, "A very remote town, I was born there, and I was only admitted here in high school. ”

Zhang Jing was already stunned and muttered, "Chuntian?!" Is it the Haruta at the foot of the Dream Mountain? ”

Luo Yiyi put down the spoon that was about to be sent to her mouth, turned her head to look at Zhang Jing, and asked suspiciously, "You know?" ”

It was a small town far away from the city, with no deep concrete forests, no dirty smoke, no deceit, no sadness. Some are just the distant Dream Mountain, the number of verdant dripping, and a small family of three, loving parents and Luo Yiyi's secret garden in front of the windowsill.

"How would you know? Do you even know about Dream Mountain? actually met someone who knew his hometown, and the softness in Luo Yiyi's heart was touched again.

Zhang Jing was more immersed in her own memories and muttered, "I have a friend who has been there. Although I was just passing by and stayed for less than two days, it is said that I am 'in love'. Since then, he has often said to me that when he is old and useless, he will leave all his mundane things and go there to live for the rest of his life......"

Saying this, Zhang Jing's face was already full of longing.

The distant memory seemed to be blurred, and it was clear in an instant:

The man with a childish face said excitedly to Zhang Jing, who was still young at the time: "Xiao Jing, really, I don't lie to you!" If you've been there, you'll love it! There are mountains and rivers there, and all kinds of flowers and trees that I don't recognize! If you want me to say, I'm afraid that the 'paradise' is better than her! ”

Hearing that people praised her hometown like this, Luo Yiyi smiled: "Chuntian is indeed a good place, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and she doesn't stir up dust, but I'm afraid that the 'paradise' can't compare to her." ”

Then a distant voice sounded in her ears: "I'm afraid that the 'paradise' is better than her-"

"Yes," Zhang Jing smiled, with a bottomless tenderness in her eyes, "If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely go there to have a look." ”

Luo Yi, those dreams of yours that you haven't had time to realize, I'll do it for you, how about it. Zhang Jing thought like this, and a sparkle rose in her eyes.