It's really windy.

The leaves of the greenery in the yard sway gently, and the carp swim back to the pond in the clear bottom.

The woman in the light-colored overalls bent down and spoke softly to the gentle woman who was seriously drawn.

"Madam, look back, Xiao Yan is here."

The paintbrushes stained with various colors paused for a second, and a little thick ink fell on the drawing board.

I saw that the woman who was still immersed in her own world at the last moment, heard the word "Xiaoyan", the whole person seemed to have regained normal consciousness, stopped painting, and raised her head.

After seeing Shi Yan, the gentle but cold eyes that were similar to Shi Yan's eyebrows seemed to be unbelievable, and widened slightly.

"Click".

The paint tray and paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground.

The woman's slightly lit eyes kept looking at Shi Yan, and she slowly stood up, the corners of her lips curled, faintly happy, and her gentle voice had a hint of stumbling without speaking for a long time.

“…… Small inkstone. ”

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The woman in the light-colored overalls is a nurse who has undergone professional training and has a high-level qualification, and her surname is Qu.

Aunt Qu has been taking care of Jiang Yu's food and clothing here for several years.

This house is too luxurious and too big, for a long time, except for the necessary daily maintenance of the house, outsiders can't enter, so there are basically only two people in the house, she and Jiang Yu.

Although she is responsible, she also likes to be quiet, and she does not find such days boring.

But when the guests came, Aunt Qu was still very happy.

She walked happily into the kitchen, brewed the flower tea she had dried by herself, and the sweet glutinous snacks made at noon, one for two bites, she found two transparent glass plates in the cabinet, and put the different flavors of dim sum into the plates one by one.

When Aunt Qu walked into the living room with tea first, the living room was still quiet.

No one spoke.

Shi Yan and Sheng Yuan sat on the sofa on the right side.

On the single sofa opposite, Jiang Yu was sitting, his hands on his lap clasped together, rubbing his fingers crampedly, and the paint that was accidentally stained when he was painting was rubbed all over his fingertips and the back of his hands.

She looked at Shi Yan, and her face was very similar to the timid look of homesickness.

Then he tried very hard to squeeze out a friendly smile that he thought his mother should have, and after a while, he stumbled and spoke, "Xiaoyan, long time no see." ”

"Long time no see."

Shi Yan's voice is low and magnetic is flat.

His "answer" made Jiang Yu visibly happy, like the kind of joy that Shi Yan was willing to talk to him, his gentle eyes lit up again, and the smile on his face widened.

Then her gaze moved to Sheng Kite, who was sitting next to Shi Yan.

"This is—"

Jiang Yu asked curiously, and then guessed to himself, "Is it Xiao Yan's girlfriend?" ”

Shi Yan looked at Sheng Kite sideways and hummed gently.

"It's a girlfriend."

"It's also my fiancée, the one who will always be with me in the future."

Seeing that Jiang Yu finally saw herself, Sheng Kite stood up at the right time, bowed her head politely, and said in a solemn and soft tone, "Hello Auntie, I am Sheng Kite, the blooming Sheng, the iris of the Iris." ”

Jiang Yu also stood up from the sofa.

"Hello, hello."

She stood still, muttering to herself, rereading her memory twice, "...... Sheng, kite, I remember, Sheng kite. ”

When Jiang Yu looks at a person, his eyes will be preoccupied with looking at the other person seriously.

She stared at Sheng Kite, her eyes showed a pure light like a child, and she praised from the bottom of her heart, "What a beautiful child, born more beautiful than our little inkstone." (End of chapter)