Two days later, in the afternoon, Xue suddenly called, saying that her father wanted to see Wang Yong. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hearing this, Wang Yong couldn't help but straighten his waist, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

With the address, in the evening, Wang Yong drove over.

Snow's father's house was close to the sea, and it was twilight when he arrived.

The house is quaint and has an old-fashioned Japanese garden feel. The courtyard is full of grass and trees, and it seems to be a faint shadow of the beach house area in the Taisho era.

The four are silent, the spring is sinking in the west, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.

The cherry trees in the garden are budding. In the garden, there are flowers of the four seasons, so you can feel the change of seasons.

Wang Yong couldn't help but admire a little, he was born as a commoner, but he didn't see much of this kind of residence, and he didn't necessarily mean to be so expensive, and he had such a mind. However, it is not necessarily that there is no such interest after a long time.

Xue is also with Wang Yong.

The house is surrounded by high walls, the gate is ancient, with a roof, but the brand is very new, and the black ink outlines the word "Makimura".

As soon as he rang the doorbell, a twenty-four-five-year-old man, only four or five centimeters shorter than Wang Yong, leaned out slightly, and let Wang Yong and Xue inside.

The man was polite and polite to Wang Yong and Xue.

"Driving, sending manuscripts, checking information, accompanying golf, mahjong, going abroad, in short, doing everything." The man said to himself: "To use the old saying, even if it is a reading boy." ”

"Hmm." Wang Yong responded.

Xue seemed to want to say something about him "stupid", but she didn't say anything. She probably depends on the object when she speaks.

Takushi Makimura is practicing golf in the inner courtyard.

After Wang Yong and Xue went in, he put down the bat, picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off his face, and said to Xue, "You are here".

Snow seemed to have heard nothing, avoided her gaze, took out the gum from her jacket bag, peeled off the paper and put it in her mouth, chewed it, and crumpled the wrapper into a ball and threw it into the tree pot.

"'Hello' always has to be said, right?" Makimura said.

"Hello!" Xue barely finished speaking. With his hands in his jacket pockets, he turned around and disappeared.

Wang Yong smiled, Xue is really temperamental, and when he met someone he didn't like, he turned around and left.

"Hey, bring me beer!" Makimura commanded the scholar in a rough voice.

He turned a blind eye to Wang Yong's existence, and just stared at the golf course.

Wang Yong sat on the chair, calmed down, set up Erlang's legs, and felt the evening breeze of twilight.

"I heard you took care of the snow." Makimura said suddenly.

"Do it."

"Golfing?"

"Don't fight."

"Hate?"

"It doesn't matter if you hate it, you haven't beaten it."

He laughed: "No, it doesn't matter if you hate it." Generally speaking, people who have never played golf belong to the hated category, 100 percent. It's good to be outspoken, and I'd love to hear the outspoken opinion. “

Wang Yong couldn't help but be a little amused when he looked at Makimura Tuo's unrelenting appearance: "I really haven't been beaten, my family is poor, and I haven't been in society ......for a long time."

Mucun looked at Wang Yong with empty eyes for a long time.

The two fell silent, and the beer was served.

"I heard you're a tourist?"

Wang Yong is a little helpless, how can his work be passed on to this, he is probably in the category of unemployed vagrants in this world.

"Hmm." Wang Yong vaguely made up his own work.

Takuichi Makimura fiddled with the ear chakra with his fingers: "My daughter is very compatible with you," Makimura said, "she doesn't get along with anyone, or almost no one. I didn't have a few words to say, and I couldn't say a few words to her mother, but at least I was respectful. They didn't even respect me, they didn't even look down on me, they even looked down on me. She had no friends at all, she didn't even go to school for months, and she was just bored at home listening to all that nonsense music.

It can be said that it is very problematic, in fact, the homeroom teacher also said the same, it is not compatible with others, but it is compatible with you - what is the matter? “

"What's going on......" Wang Yong leaned back in his chair.

It's just that there is still a piece of pure land in his heart, and he always thinks that if his heart is completely impregnated by something, he is just a dog in the class, and it is naturally impossible to communicate with the snow.

"Kind-hearted?"

"Probably put."

"What do you think of my daughter?"

Wang Yong hesitated: "At this age, my parents can't be around often, and I have few friends to talk to, so there are some problems." “

But so, it's a big deal that the genius falls, the gas commits suicide, and so on.

Wang Yong could feel the change in his heart.

In every corner of the world, such things happen all the time, what attitude should I report? Others are not their own. But the snow ......

"The problem is that there's no one to take care of it."

"Hmm."

Makimura Takuran sighed: "When I got divorced, I made a note, and I didn't interfere with the snow." To be precise, it is actually necessary to ask for the permission of the rain to meet with the snow now. It's a terrible name, rain and snow! Anyway, that's the way it is. The snow is not close to me at all, and I say everything as the wind in my ears. It's really helpless. I'm just this kid, I like it, but no, I can't do anything. “

With that, he stared at the green net again.

As the twilight wore on, the golf balls scattered on the grass looked like broken bones.

"Hmm." Wang Yong is not a parent, so he can understand this kind of feeling, but I am afraid that it will be too much to comment indiscriminately.

"Could you please take care of the snow? Every now and then, two or three hours a day, eat a meal or something. I'll pay you a fee that's guaranteed to be higher than your current salary.

I talked to Yuki's mother about the situation, and Yu has agreed to ask you. “

Wang Yong's heart was silently happy, but he still spoke: "I don't understand, aren't you afraid that I will do something bad?" “

"You're not that type. Makimura said, "And I believe in the intuition of snow. That child has always had a keen intuition, which is different from the usual keenness. How to put it, sometimes the sensitivity is unpleasant, as if some god possessed the body.

With her, he can see things that I can't see, and you can't help but admire her. Know how I feel? “

"Hmm." Wang Yong nodded.

"It's her mother's inheritance. Her mother used it for art, calling it talent. And the snow flowed freely. Genius, but I don't want to live with it, what little genius I have is depleted. ”

"Hmm." Wang Yong nodded slightly, genius is not something that anyone can bear. Especially a genius living with another person who is also ambitious.

However, Wang Yong believes that he can find a world where Xue can show his genius.

"I believe in snow's intuition, so trust you."

Wang Yong smiled, Xue's intuition is very keen, but I had a different mind for your daughter from the beginning.