The spring in S City is always rainy and rainy, often ten days and a half months of continuous rain, today is a good day, although there is still no sun, the weather is still cold, but the rain has stopped.

At 6:30 in the morning, the three people who lived in the villa packed up and appeared in the hall on time.

Mu Zhilan was waiting in the living room early, and Aunt Rong was still standing straight on the side.

Seeing Mu Jinchen go downstairs, Mu Zhilan got up with a smile and greeted him, and while carefully helping him arrange his tie, he asked in a soft voice, "Did you sleep well last night?" ”

Mu Jinchen's mellow voice was also very soft, and in the face of the gentle Mu Zhilan, everyone would naturally be gentle, "How can you not sleep well in your own home." ”

He was still jet lag, and in fact he didn't close his eyes much, however, Mu Zhilan loved to listen to such words.

The smile on Mu Zhilan's face was even stronger, and she took the initiative to take his arm, "Lie to my sister again, there are still some bruises under my eyes, and the jet lag hasn't been reversed." ”

Suddenly, a voice pretending to be dissatisfied was inserted, "Mom, I broke my hand last time, you only found out in a few days, you know that there are bruises under your uncle's eyes, I'm afraid you can even count how many pores there are on your uncle's face, you don't care about your son, only your brother, I'm jealous, is my uncle your son or am I your son?" "I'm afraid only Mu Yuhao can talk like this in the old mansion.

"You skin monkey, I'm embarrassed to say, I broke my hand, I'm afraid I'm chattering, I deliberately hide it, if Xiaorong doesn't find out, I'm afraid you've been hiding it from me, you still have a reason."

Mu Yuhao smiled like a flower, stepped forward quickly, and held Mu Zhilan's shoulder, "Hehe, it's different now, uncle is back, I want to brush up on my sense of existence more, you have a younger brother who is enough to do everything, and I almost forgot that I have a son." ”

Mu Zhilan scolded him with an angry smile, "Clean nonsense, if you are half as sensible as your uncle, I will be relieved." ”

Mu Yuhao pursed his lips, his face fell, "Don't keep comparing me to my uncle?" How many people in this world can compare to your uncle? ”

"It's because you have to learn everything from your uncle since you were a child, even clothes, shoes, and schoolbags must be the same, and you will have to learn more from your uncle in the company in the future, don't always be greedy for fun."

Mu Yuhao really admired Mu Jinchen when he was a child, and he had to be the same as him to be willing to do anything, he pushed Mu Zhilan's shoulder forward, "That was when I was a child, but now it's different, my mother, let's go over quickly, grandpa and others should wait in a hurry." ”

"You kid......"

In the midst of warm laughter, the three of them walked hand in hand on the bluestone path, followed by Aunt Rong.

The kapok on both sides of the trail is only a bare tree trunk.

Kapok is also called the hero flower, it is the city flower of S City, the old man loves kapok, and when he was very young, he pointed to kapok to teach them, and the children and grandchildren of the Mu family should be like the kapok tree, with a strong yang posture, standing up to the sky.

When expanding the villa, it is not allowed to hurt a single grass and tree in the yard, so on both sides of the path connected to the villa and the ancestral house, there is a towering kapok not far away.

Today, the kapok tree is bare, with no leaves left, waiting for the spring rain to bloom in full bloom.

S city is a southern city with four distinct seasons, flowers and trees all year round, only from the kapok can see some changes throughout the year, which is also one of the reasons why the old man loves kapok.