The gloomy sky lost its function of telling the time, and you had to take out your mobile phone to confirm the time: 2:20 p.m.

The Panfa beauty in front of her pushed open the waist-length wooden simple retro gate leading to the courtyard, and passed through the stone path of about 10 meters is what the beauty called "home".

This European-style villa reminds You Yi of the Xiyuan Temple family, but because of the unique sense of openness and the surrounding natural scenery, it has a more independent taste, and this one is slightly smaller.

"Please come in."

You Yi replied to the interruption and followed into the quiet entrance.

"Wait a minute, I'll turn on the fireplace, and you can sit as you please."

The woman who took off her shoes said, and after hanging the beige trench coat on the hanger in the entryway, she stepped into the spacious vestibule.

You Yi, who followed in, was a little surprised when he saw the sweeping robot working the glazed floor with wood grain, thinking that this kind of thing would appear on the market a few years later.

Suddenly I smelled something again, and looked up.

In the courtyard outside the terrace, a few camellia plants are rich in brown color, like pink peaches, looking like the stars and the moon at night, clear and comfortable. It is like countless jeweled lanterns hanging on the branches, dazzling.

There are also a few plum trees blooming in the cold, delicate flowers falling on the branches, and the faint floral fragrance of the two completely different but unexpectedly combined lingers in the living room.

The faint fragrance of flowers entered the nasal cavity, and You Yi suddenly felt like gnawing on popsicles in the harsh winter wax moon, although it was cold, there was a trace of sweetness in the heart and spleen, which was refreshing.

Thinking of popsicles, You Yi inexplicably thought of the popsicles on the street when he was a child, although he forgot the taste, he could only be sure that it was several times inferior to all kinds of ice cream he had eaten when he grew up, but it was the only one that could turn the summer mixed with cicadas and frogs chasing and playing in his memory into a sweet taste.

Of course, the sand gourd at the bottom of the shady well is also indispensable.

With the BGM that sounded leisurely in my head, the childhood summer days that I thought I had forgotten all about it all came out again! The melon, the popsicle, and the taste of those summer days are becoming clearer!

Suddenly, I realized that those memories were not forgotten at all! Instead, he was pressed by something in the deepest part of his memory, and he mistakenly thought that he had forgotten everything.

At the end, he lamented again.

Childhood (childlike fantasy) is so fragile in the face of adulthood (heavy reality), and it's no wonder Kikujiro didn't survive that summer.

Wait!

You Yi suddenly realized something, how could the BGM that sounded in his head when he was a boy of the Celestial Dynasty think of his childhood summer be the neon Kikujiro's summer suona version?

Cultural export? Sino-Japanese co-production? Two flowers?

"Give me your coat."

Beauty's voice brought You Yi back to his senses, only to notice that he had been sitting down for a long time, the temperature in the room had risen to the point where he could take off his coat because of the burning fireplace, and the black tea that Beauty had sent at some point had reached the temperature that could be eaten.

"Where's the bathroom? I'll do it myself. ”

You Yi was a little embarrassed, feeling that he had lost his manners, and after coming in, he only cared about looking at flowers and thinking nonsense.

Michiko didn't care, and took the coat in You Yi's hand with some tough feeling, and then turned her head to look at the plum and camellia in the courtyard, and her proud look jumped in her eyes.

Although he did not say it, the young man was indeed attracted by the scenery in his courtyard just now, and as the owner of the courtyard, he was naturally very proud.

Looking at the beauty who turned around, wearing slim pencil pants and shirts, and had a tough attitude, maybe she was full of food and thinking about something, and suddenly it occurred to her that there seemed to be an educational document with a similar plot in the D disk of her notebook/program field/download/learning materials/neon language.

However, this thought is fleeting, after all, the reality is no better than learning materials.

About ten minutes later, the haired beauty walked out of the laundry room while wiping the water droplets from her hands.

"It's a little wet, it can be dried in half an hour, so wait a little bit here."

"I'm in trouble." You Yi thanked him, and began to think about what he should say and do in the past half an hour.

The task that suddenly appeared in the system was to be alone with the strange beauty for half an hour, and it was not even allowed to be cold, but ......

I just took a general look at this simple but not simple, low-key and luxurious living room, and through the various books and some items on the home and bookshelves, such as double flowers in the courtyard and sports bras in the drying, I have roughly figured out the character of this woman.

To put it simply, a working woman who is independent, self-disciplined, and always wants to take the initiative in her own hands is the type she has not been exposed to.

"Do you know how to play chess?"

After hearing this, Michiko, who sat down opposite and held the teacup with Jiro's legs crossed, was stunned, and then lowered her head along the young man's gaze.

Under the coffee table, the corner of the grayed chessboard was somewhat abruptly revealed in front of me, and memories that were not too distant came to my heart.

It was a relocation gift sent from my hometown when I moved, a chessboard and chess pieces carefully made by an old man who has adhered to the spirit of craftsmanship for decades, implying that the shopping mall is like a chessboard, so be cautious.

It's just that the old man has now joined the Neon Marriage Urging Association, and he can't wait to make eight phone calls every day.

Isn't urging marriage equivalent to urging his grandson's life.

Seeing the beauty pause, her eyebrows furrowed slightly and fell into reminiscence, You Yi hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, did I ask a very rude question just now?" ”

The boy's voice also carried the immaturity of some teenage children, and Michiko felt that it was very pleasing to the ears for no reason, at least much more pleasant to the ears than the men she usually came into contact with.

"It's okay, do you want a plate?"

Although she is an independent woman, Michiko also has little fantasy pursuit of love, and that camellia is the embodiment of this fantasy.

The flower language of the camellia has an ideal love, pure and flawless love, but what the old man urges is a bony and realistic marriage, and even always remotely works in Tokyo to meet the blind date he chooses.

When I went home for the New Year, because I went back alone this year, I was forced by the old man who always respected his choice to meet no less than a handful of men for several days, and finally I couldn't stand it and ran back in advance under the pretext that the company had something to do.

Of course, Michiko is not incomprehensible, her parents are old and have children, and they only have themselves in their forties, and now the average age is almost seventy-five, plus she was hospitalized due to illness at the beginning of last year, so it is normal to feel anxious about this kind of thing now.

Even often called in the early hours of the morning, pitifully saying that he couldn't sleep when he wanted to see his grandson's face, so as to exert invisible but heavier psychological pressure on himself.

I also thought about it, and if I really can't do it, I can find a passable one from those vulgar men, but ......

Not at all.

Knowledge, experience, wealth, and self-cultivation determine their own vision, and those who lie flat or are not as good as themselves are difficult to see at all.

And most of them are vulgar and unbearable, and what they pursue is not love, but interests, hoping that they will be their help, hoping to get the title of the husband of XX business executives or XX master's students.

And most of these people are older.

His parents fell in love freely when they were young, and they have been like glue for decades, and because they had a daughter in their later years, the environment in which they grew up and lived was full of the love of their parents.

In contrast, how can you bear to let your children be born into a family formed by interests?

That's a dead letter.

Thinking about it, Michiko, who was holding the white son, became more and more impetuous, and even chased and beat the sunspot in spite of his head for a while, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on the chessboard.

Until the teenager said, "You lost." When it sounded, he came back to his senses and looked at the chess game that ended in less than ten minutes.