In the evening of this day, Meng Yier had nothing to do, so she came to the rooftop to play with flowers and plants.

Meng Yier remembers that her mother likes flowers and plants very much, and when she was young, she always raised a lot of flowers and plants at home, and her mother always raised them very well.

In her memory, her mother's favorite flower is jasmine, and in that home when she was a child, she could always smell the faint fragrance of jasmine.

So much so that by now, Meng Yier is extremely familiar with that taste.

As long as she smells the fragrance of jasmine, she always thinks of her mother, who is as elegant and beautiful as jasmine.

Probably influenced by her mother, Meng Yier has been very interested in these flowers and plants since she was a child, and she is also very good at tending to them.

When she was in the United States, the Gu family was also made by her, and flowers and plants were everywhere.

Even her aunt was infected by her and indulged in tending to flowers and plants.

Even the gardener of the Gu family needs to ask her for advice when they encounter some questions about the maintenance of flowers and plants.

Gu Yunchen always disagreed, "What's the use of you raising so many flowers and plants?" It's a waste of time and energy. ”

Meng Yi'er always said a bunch of big truths, Gu Yunchen was speechless and had nothing to refute.

Although Gu Yunchen has never been interested in these, he feels that it is a wasted time and meaningless. But he would still bring back some exotic flowers and plants for her from time to time.

Meng Yi'er was of course very happy, and naturally knew in her heart that it was her brother's way of treating her well, and she couldn't help but tease him every time she looked at his unnatural look.

"Didn't you say that raising flowers and plants is a pointless thing? Why do you still always buy them back? ”

Gu Yunchen always said coldly, "I just think it's actually good for you to spend more time taking care of them, at least you can bother me a few times." ”

Meng Yi'er said with a serious face every time, "Brother, do you know, girls like flowers and plants, and I am your sister, if you have a girlfriend in the future, if you say this to her, I am afraid that my sister-in-law will pass you in the future." ”

Gu Yunchen ignored her every time, only once after he was silent for a long time, he finally said lightly, "I won't do this for others-"

Meng Yier always felt that Gu Yunchen was a straight man, and he was a straight man with advanced cancer and was not saved.

Thinking of Gu Yunchen, Meng Yier suddenly felt a little lonely.

Although he doesn't like to talk, he will always be with her, or he will let her accompany him at all times.

He would often accompany her to go shopping and play with her.

When he is busy with work and has no time to accompany her, he will often ask Meng Yier to accompany him, he works, and she reads calligraphy and painting next to him.

It has been several days since she came to Haishi, and she has only seen Yu Mingxin twice, and she no longer has any relatives and friends to rely on here.

Suddenly, a pleasant guitar sound accompanied by the song came into Meng Yier's ears, interrupting her thoughts.

It's a man's voice, it's nice, magnetic and a little hoarse, and it sounds very tasteful.

Meng Yi'er was instantly attracted by this voice.

She didn't have the heart to take care of the flowers and plants, she sat down gently on the hanging chair and listened carefully to this moving song.

After listening to it for a while, my heart seemed to be touched by something, and I suddenly felt sad and wanted to cry.

It wasn't until the guitar and singing stopped that Meng Yier came back to her senses, and she felt the sound close to her, coming from nearby.

She stood up and looked around on the edge of the rooftop, but saw nothing.

Disappointed, she lowered her eyes.

Soon, the sound of guitar and singing came into my ears again.

Yes, Meng Yier was sure that the voice was coming from next door, but no one was visible in sight.

Meng Yier thought to herself, the voice must have come from the room.

The sound of the guitar and the song were repeated for a long, long time, and Meng Yier listened to it with fascination, until it was completely dark, and the sound disappeared.

For the next few days, Meng Yier could hear this voice often, occasionally interspersed with other songs.

Meng Yier found herself completely hooked on the voice that attracted her.

This voice made the lonely Meng Yier feel a little warm in this city.