Feng Qianxin originally planned to pull out all the flowers, but who knew that it was raining in the sky on the second day.

Feng looked at the dense rain threads, and thought about waiting for the sunny day to pull out those hundred flowers.

Zhang Cuihua's window was closed tightly, and from time to time there were a few complaints and reprimands from inside.

The flower could stay for an extra day, and her mood seemed to be excellent.

I got up early, opened the door and opened the oil-paper umbrella, and started to disperse in the rain.

Jinhua City belongs to the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, the climate is wet and sticky, some discomfort, she stretched out her hand to brush off the wet hair on her face, Feng Qian looked at the flowers and plants under her eyes and seemed to droop her head, occasionally met three or two people, and also hung her head and left in a hurry, she sighed low as if to say to herself: "The rain is lingering, and people are not in good spirits. ”

The verdant umbrella surface is printed with cold plum and cold bamboo, which seems to be covered with a layer of gloomy sorrow in the rain curtain, like a woman's eyebrows.

The season is really coming to the end of summer, and the wind and rain are all over the field, making people trance for a long time.

After Feng returned home with an umbrella, there seemed to be a person standing in front of the door.

The sky was entangled in rain, gloomy and gloomy, and Feng poured into staring at the man, a little in a trance.

The figure of the man at the door seemed to coincide with the man in his dream.

Feng tilted his eyes, and when he looked closely, the person at the door was wearing a black plain clothes, not cyan.

Feng was faintly disappointed and a little relieved.

The last thing she wanted to see at this moment was him.

Feng leaned and walked towards the door with an umbrella, the man did not have an umbrella in the rain, but the black clothes were on his body but he was not embarrassed, he wiped the person's body, a faint fragrance of flowers and plants came, she ignored him, pushed open the door and stepped directly into the yard, did not turn around, closed the door casually.

It's just that she pushed it for a long time, and the door seemed to be pushed from behind by a force and couldn't close, so she turned her head in surprise, and when she raised her eyes, she met a pair of eyes.

Those eyes are clear and gentle, warm like a bath out of the wind, but this face is extremely ordinary, but it makes people look very comfortable.

"What are you going to do, this son?" Looking at the big hand propped up on the door, Feng asked out with his heart, his voice was neither thick nor light, neither happy nor angry.

"Excuse me, do you need a gardener?"

His voice was soft, like a gust of wind blowing through his heart, and Feng couldn't help but be stunned.

The man smiled again, withdrew his hand, and asked politely, "Girl, do you need a gardener at home?" ”

The man's voice penetrated into his ears, and Feng Tianxin suddenly woke up to the fact that this person was Zhang Cuihua's younger brother.

She curled her lips at the man and said, "Thank you, no." ”

With that, he closed the door, put his umbrella and stood outside the door, and went into the house with his legs raised.

Outside the window, the rain was weaving obliquely, and it was falling heavier and heavier, and two lanterns hung under the eaves, which were swaying by the wind.

Feng Tingxin sat under the window and watched the rain with his chin propped up by his hand, but his eyes fell on the lantern, not knowing what he was thinking.

Knock knock three soft sounds.

It's the sound of a knock on the door.

Feng Tianxin pulled back from his thoughts, his eyes were shocked, could it be that person hasn't left yet?

She looked up at the increasing rain, hesitated slightly, but pushed open the door and picked up the oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the door.

When I walked to the door, I heard that there seemed to be no sound outside the door.

Feng tilted her eyes and turned around and walked towards the house, and the moment she just turned around, knock, knock, knock...... The knock sounded in my ears again, but the sound was very low and inaudible, as if the person who slammed the door was soft and had no strength.

Feng leaned to the door with an umbrella and listened carefully, after the three low sounds, there was no sound in the deserted alley except for the sound of the rain hitting the oil-paper umbrella.

Feng poured his hand on the deadbolt, pursed his lips, and reached out to open the door, only the heartbreak scene of raindrops falling on the bluestone slab outside the door, and no one else.

Who is she looking forward to?

Feng leaned into holding an umbrella with one hand, and the face of the person under the umbrella curled her lips as if she was laughing at herself and turned to leave, but a small package outside the threshold caught her attention.

It was a small oily paper bag with a bulging belly, and someone had placed it quietly at the door.

Feng lowered his eyebrows and thought about it, and finally leaned down to pick up the object, and the door closed again.

Back in the house, Feng poured the oiled paper bag on the table, rubbed his eyebrows and was a little tired, he couldn't help but be tired these days.

Leaning on the bed, Feng fell asleep after a while, but she couldn't sleep well.

I always felt that his faint breath was around her, right next to her, but she couldn't find him.

When Feng Qianxin woke up, the rain had stopped, the sky gradually cleared and returned to a clear blue color, and people's mood was much better, she stretched her waist, habitually pushed open the window, and looked into the depths of the flowers outside the window.

The sea of flowers moved with the wind, butterflies in pairs, at this time, only the buzzing sound was heard, a group of big bees flew over, around the flower bones that drooped slightly, and then stopped on a flower, took the nectar and then flew to the other side in groups.

Feng Qian sighed lowly, this flower should really be pulled.

Glancing casually at the table, the bulging oil-paper bag caught her attention, and for no reason, she walked to the table and reached out to open the package.

It's a few packets of powder and a letter.

Feng Qian frowned without a trace, looked at the timeless Xiaokai, paused, frowned again, and gently read out the contents of the letter.

"Flowers attract butterflies, stamens attract nectar is a beautiful scenery in the world, but the bee tail poisonous sting makes people unhappy, people are worried, small can offer a little medicine, the girl only needs to be in the morning, sprinkle a little outside the neighbors in the flower garden, you can raise butterflies and wasps, flowers and flowers are fragrant, left for appreciation, if it is a pity to abandon it. Zhang Mufeng stayed. ”

"Zhang Mufeng."

Feng poured out the name of this person in her heart, looking at these packets of medicinal powder, she reached out to hold it, walked to the window and looked at the flowers in the garden, and smiled.

On the second day, Feng got up early, and according to Zhang Mufeng's instructions, sprinkled some medicinal powder on the back wall of Zhang Cuihua's house.

Sure enough, these butterfly bees really didn't go out, and all of them circled and flew above the heads of the flowers, which was really beautiful.

Feng leaned to stand among the flowers, dressed in green clothes, the smile was also faint, the whole person was like a half-bloomed flower, curling Nana's bloom, she gently closed her eyes to feel the fragrance of flowers and butterflies, only to feel that her heart was also cheerful with them.

"Girl."

A low call made Feng Tianxin sober up instantly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Zhang Mufeng sitting on the wall of Zhang Cuihua's house, holding a book in his hand, with a warm smile on his ordinary face, and said, "This medicinal powder still works." ”

Feng was shocked and hurriedly lowered his eyes, and smiled politely: "It really works, thank you." ”

With that, he turned and left.

Zhang Mufeng jumped down from the wall, caught up with Feng Tianxin in two steps, and said in front of her: "Girl, since my medicine is easy to use, then don't think about letting me be your gardener, how about it?" ”

"Gardener?"

"Yes, you see that although your flowers are blooming, the branches and leaves are too luxuriant, and the nutrients are absorbed by the miscellaneous leaves, so the flowering period will definitely not be too long, and your soil must be ...... regularly."

"I don't need to." Feng Tianxin interrupted him lightly, Zhang Mufeng's body stiffened, and the unfinished words were swallowed back into his stomach like that.

"There is a difference between men and women, after all, this is my backyard, so the son should avoid suspicion and leave."

Feng looked at him indifferently and said indifferently.

Zhang Mufeng smiled and shrugged, and said, "Okay." ”

After that, he turned around and walked towards the wall of Zhang Cuihua's house, Feng looked at his back, and was in a trance for no reason.

She was getting a little tired.

Xu is the sun above her head is too vicious, shining in front of her to see the whole world is shining with a dazzling golden light, the fading black back in front of her, somehow looks a little bleak, it is the bleakness that makes her trance and a figure she has been thinking about gradually coincide, Feng Qian also wonders if she is dazzled.

She leaned over and gasped slightly, she was too tired.

The golden light in front of her became more and more abundant, and she gradually closed her eyes tiredly, and her whole body seemed to float up involuntarily, and then was incompletely destroyed by a dazzling golden light.

Feng knew that her limit was approaching her little by little.

When she opened her eyes, it was already dark, and she was lying on the bed, a candle on the table swaying left and right with the wind that crept through the gap in the window.

She struggled to sit up, stretched out her fingers and rubbed her eyebrows, and suddenly a warm greeting came from beside her: "You are awake." ”

Feng was shocked, and hurriedly looked up, but saw Zhang Mufeng sitting under the window looking at her, holding many broken flowers in his hand, he picked out the intact petals and put them in the basket where she usually picks flowers.

"Why are you here?" Feng asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I'll be a gardener for you." Zhang Mufeng replied simply.

"I didn't promise you."

"Why didn't you agree, you have already acquiesced." Zhang Mufeng was still holding the petals, and he said casually.

"Fangcai? Promise? Feng looked at his face and suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.

"Just now you called my name before you passed out, you and I don't know each other, I take into account the difference between men and women, I didn't dare to step forward, but I can't stand by and watch, so I can only be flexible."

"Flexible?" Feng looked at his ordinary face, but his eyes were burning, and he didn't know how to free up a feeling of being calculated.

"You think, I have nothing to do with you, you and I don't kiss men and women, how can I report you from the backyard to the bedroom in the front hall, I think it's only good to change your identity......"

"What identity?" Feng Tianxin's face moved slightly, and he gritted his teeth and asked.

"Of course, it's the relationship between the employer and the slave, I became your gardener, you are my owner, I took your money, and naturally I can help you ......"

Zhang Mufeng looked at Feng Qian staring at his gradually cooling eyebrows, and his voice was lowered, but he still argued strongly: "I asked your opinion at the time, but you didn't speak, so I will take you as a default?" ”