Gu Mo habitually wiped his clothes with his hands, and carefully took the fruit plate, like some fragile product.

After a while, a voice as thin as a mosquito and ant came.

"You're so good to me."

But this sentence full of complicated feelings was immediately overshadowed by the complaint of the girl next to him.

"Mother Hu, how long will it take to blow it well."

"Soon, soon, my miss."

Perhaps his owner never expected it to be heard.

Just like himself.

After Su Deng finished blowing his hair and was about to go to bed, he remembered to reply to Jiang Zhou and Cheng Xuexue.

As soon as I opened my phone, 3 missed calls and 1 text message popped up inside.

Su Deng directly pressed "Ignore" and turned out the contact "Brother Zhou" to dial out.

After a few rings, the phone was immediately picked up, and Su Deng roughly told the ins and outs.

"Fortunately, Uncle Wang said that he just had a fever and was malnourished."

"Well, I'll let him stay at my house for a few days before leaving."

"He seems to be quite pitiful, he doesn't look like his parents."

"Got it, got it."

"Let me tell you, he is as cute as my little white."

Xiaobai is her rabbit doll, and she is pinching her ears and holding her arms softly at this time.

"Big eyes, such a small mouth, and bulging cheeks when you eat hahaha."

When night falls, sleep is sweet.

She dreamed about her childhood again.

The past of childhood has been washed by the waves of memory, but it still shines on people's hearts.

At the back of the villa, standing quietly is the back garden that Lu Manman has taken care of, where there are many flowers, but she can always recognize each bouquet and remember the flowering period of each of them.

When the spring of the following year begins, she will always bend down gently and say "look forward to seeing you again" or "welcome back".

If the flower fails, there will be a next bloom, but her mother is gone, but she never comes back.

This beautiful garden has become Su Deng's silent and grand longing for his mother.

She often stayed here all day, and when she was tired, she would sit on the swing in the corner, swinging and swinging, as if she could swing back to the old days.

Gu Mo recovered from his injuries, went downstairs for the first time, pushed open the back door, and saw such a scene that made his heart tremble.

In the distance, the girl stood among the flowers with her eyes closed, holding a touch of pure white, the wind chased the ends of her hair, and the light was sparsely sprinkled on her tender white cheeks.

She just stood there quietly, and she became the only light in Gu Mo's eyes.

With a slight movement in his heart, he borrowed a pen and paper from Aunt Sasa who was passing by at the door and began to copy.

Like a thief greedy for time, he held his breath, wishing that time would go slower, slower, he didn't dare to walk to her, he only hoped to use immature brushwork to keep an inch of time in front of him.

Keep her smile.

The injury had healed, and he thought to himself that maybe this would be the last time he would see her.

Suddenly, Su Deng seemed to notice something, saw him there, and carefully looked at his hand holding the pen for a while before calling someone over.

Gu Mo had no choice but to put the pen down, folded the paper again and again, and carefully put it into his pocket.

He walked over and tried to look like he was moving.

Su Deng circled around him, "The injury heals quickly, little cripple." ”

The embarrassment in Gu Mo's heart became even stronger, and he pinched his white-washed black pants, which was the outfit he wore when he came here that day.

His angel has a good heart, and her family is also kind, and has already helped him wash and dry.

But no matter how clean she was, standing in front of her bright and clean, she was still like a clown jumping off the beam,

Seeing that he looked down and didn't respond, Su Deng pursed his lips, reached out to pinch his cheek, and then let out a sigh.

"Well, it feels so good."

Gu Mo's eyes widened, and he smelled the fragrance again, as if the first rays of the morning sun were shining in the forest, and even the slight dizziness in his head had been reduced by a few points.

In the next second, he felt that his body was heating up rapidly, and the heart in his chest seemed to jump out of his throat.

Su Deng saw that he was so embarrassed that he wanted to shrink into a ball, and immediately laughed.

She always liked to tease him like that.

Gu Mo looked at it in a daze, until Su Deng suddenly reached out and touched his pocket.

The square paper is taken apart, and the thin surface of the paper is as light as a butterfly in the sunlight.

"I've seen you sneaking around there, what is this?"

Gu Mo's heart was not good, so he was about to grab it, but Su Deng took the lead and held it above his head.

His face was wrinkled, and he was so anxious that he felt like he was going to cry in the next second.

At this time, he was not as tall as her.

Su Deng turned around beautifully, Gu Mo wanted to reach out and grab it, but he didn't even dare to touch the corner of her clothes, he could only see her take in the pictures on the paper.

After a few seconds, Su Deng was surprised: "You actually know how to draw?" ”

The shifted center of gravity concealed his panicked thoughts, allowing Gu Mo to come back to life in an instant.

His brain spun and he pointed to the flower she had been holding.

"Well, Jasmine is so good-looking, that's why ......" he accidentally lost his eyes.

"You recognize this as Jasmine?" Su Deng was slightly startled.

Because outsiders often confuse it with gardenias.

Gu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and said seriously: "Jasmine is white and jade, the flowers are umbrella-shaped, the inflorescences of the umbrella are born, the flowering season is from June to August every year, its ice muscle and jade bones, the fragrance is gentle and gentle, and the Song Dynasty poet Liu Zihui's 'green leaves are as bright as shining, and the ice leaves are light without makeup' is a famous sentence describing jasmine." ”

As she spoke, Gu Mo suddenly realized that this was not the fragrance emanating from her body?

It smelled so good, he could never remember it so fragrant.

Su Deng's eyes widened and he asked with a smile, "Why do you know so much?" ”

"I'm at home, and when I'm bored, I read a lot of idle books." Gu Mo was a little embarrassed.

Su Deng nodded and returned the paper to him, regardless of the fact that the person on it had already drawn all the drawings and the flowers had only drawn a rough outline.

"Then do you know why Jasmine is so white?"

Gu Mofu folded the paper, put it in his pocket, and replied without thinking about it: "Black and white are all contrasted, because the surrounding environment is darker than it, so Jasmine's white is so eye-catching." ”

Just like her.

Su Deng was even more puzzled, she asked obviously about the color, but he answered the relationship between light and dark.

"How long have you been learning to draw?"

The shape of the figure on the paper was crooked, and she didn't bother to look at it, but at this time, his words couldn't help but make her ask more.

Gu Mo shook his head honestly, saying that he had just copied it normally.

Su Deng obviously didn't believe it, she took the young man's hand and walked to the villa.

The moment the skin touched, Gu Mo felt that his entire palm was wrapped in marshmallows.

It's too soft.

The two of them went to a room in the corner of the second floor.

Su Deng reached out and pushed the door open, and walked in by herself, she put Jasmine on the table and began to fiddle with the canvas and paint.

"Come here."