"I wasn't detained."

Say Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao.

Yu Fengjiao, who lets go of her temperament, is a hot little pepper again, a bright and bright little girl in the crowd.

Yu Ping smiled and teased, "I wasn't left in class, I was just caught by the teacher and memorized yesterday's text." ”

"I know it all the time."

Yu Fengjiao pounced towards Yu Ping with her teeth and claws, and they made a fuss together.

"Let's go, go home first."

"It's going to be dark in a minute."

Yu Feiwan cleaned up his messy mood, held one in one hand, and walked towards home through the faint dusk of the sky.

After Lin Haihong went to the No. 1 Middle School in the city, no one carried her schoolbag.

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The streets in autumn are also very interesting.

The autumn wind is gusting, and the ginkgo biloba leaves rustle like small fans, some are swaying on the branches, and some are wrapped in the wind and swirling in the air like small yellow butterflies.

Yu Feiwan looked at the piles of ginkgo biloba leaves that were swept on both sides of the road, let go of the hands holding Yu Ping and Yu Fengjiao, and bent down to pick up a large handful.

The ginkgo biloba leaves that fall to the ground in the four seasons can be scattered into mud and dust, or it can be a limited romance in autumn, which is a stunning flower.

Just like a human being, he can be born like an ant or as beautiful as a god.

Yu Ping blinked her clear and blank eyes, and she didn't understand Yu Feiwan's actions, but she still learned from Feiwan's appearance, squatted down and picked up two bags full of ginkgo biloba.

If she needs it late, she will pick it up.

Yu Fengjiao asked out of her doubts: "What are you doing when you pick up so many yellow leaves late?" ”

"Every morning, people would pack the fallen leaves in woven bags and then pull them up and burn them."

Yu Feiwan's bad mood seemed to be temporarily dispelled by a golden poetic and picturesque feeling, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, "Fallen leaves that are destined to be burned can also be made into flowers to prolong its beauty." ”

"Everyone loves beauty."

In other words, you can let the fallen leaves leave in a more decent and beautiful manner.

Yu Fengjiao said, "Can fallen leaves still turn into flowers?" ”

"Yes." Yu Feiwan remembered that on the Internet in later generations, every time the autumn wind is in the season, there will be countless people climbing the mountain to enjoy the red maple and picking up ginkgo biloba leaves at their feet.

Life is full of scenery, and fallen leaves are also beautiful.

Because of this beauty, the apricots of ginkgo biloba are also given the meaning of luck.

Yu Ping pinched the ginkgo biloba, and her heart was covered with a layer of strange emotions.

If it wasn't too late, it made her feel flustered inexplicably.

"It's not too late, are these leaves enough?" Yu Ping shook her head, desperately trying to throw away the strange idea.

It's not too late, but it's an immortal.

Immortals are going to last forever.

Yu Feiwan's eyes swept over Yu Ping's bulging pockets, and nodded, "Enough is enough, go back and have one per person." ”

A group of three people, full of loads.

Feet on fallen leaves, crunching and crunching.

Even the soles are the smell of autumn.

After returning home, Li Lan watched in amazement as the three white and tender girls took out a large pile of ginkgo biloba leaves from the corridor and spread them all over the stone table in the pavilion.

"What are you doing when you pick this thing up?"

"What does the school need?"

Li Lan's first reaction was that the school had assigned a task.

"If the school needs it, I'll carry a woven bag and a shovel and fill a bag for you later."

Yu Feiwan shook his head and explained the purpose with a smile.

Li Lan didn't ask any more, but carefully prepared glue and bamboo sticks.

Li Lan thought very simply, this may be a reader.

She is a rough person who surrounds the stove all day long, and it is normal that she can't understand it.

Yu Feiwan finished his homework quickly, under the illumination of the courtyard lamp, first rolled up small pieces of ginkgo biloba, and then pasted them one by one, when the first rose was completed, Li Lan put down the soybeans in her hand and couldn't help but marvel.

"It can really turn into a flower."

"It's weird and pretty."

"It's not too late, it's tricky."

Yu Feiwan smiled and said nothing.

It's not hand dexterity, it's something she's practiced over and over again before.

Her hands are as clumsy as Pinkie's.

"Mom, I'll roll some more."

"When the time comes, our whole family will have flowers."

Because of you, three lives are fortunate.

She liked the interpretation of ginkgo biloba flowers by later generations.

Even if it is the warmth and romance imposed, it is also the heart.

"Then mom will roll it up for you?"

Li Lan's hands were a little itchy, and she was eager to ask.

Yu Feiwan raised his eyes and Li Lan's bright eyes, his heart warmed, and he said with a smile, "Okay." ”

"Mom, it's easy."

"I'll teach you."

Every step of the way, Yu Feiwan taught extra meticulous and patient.

"Mom wants to give it to Dad?"

Yu Feiwan looked at Li Lan's serious and pious expression, as if she was doing a very sacred thing.

Li Lan's hand paused, and her face was a little unnatural.

There was a flush on that weather-beaten face.

After a while, he said calmly and directly, "You kid, you dare to make fun of me now." ”

"It's for your dad, he's also a reader, and he definitely likes it."

"In my life, it has nothing to do with Wenya."

"It's hard for him to be with me all day long, thinking about making money to support the family every day, and making firewood, rice, oil, salt, and trivial things."

"Therefore, being able to accompany your father once is a vassal and I can participate in the elegance that can be regarded as a great achievement in marriage."

Li Lan has always known that for many years, in the eyes of outsiders, she and Yu Shuishan are not compatible.

She is a girl from the mountains, she doesn't know a single big word, and she speaks and does things roughly.

When Shuishan was literate and reading, she pulled weeds in the mountains and fed the pigs.

When the pen of the Shuishan oil lamp was writing beautiful and elegant handwriting, she was herding sheep and picking up sheep dung.

Shui Shan blurted out the words, she didn't know what they meant.

Thinking of her, gradually, Shuishan spoke more and more plainly.

No more references, even the most down-to-earth idioms are rarely used.

Shuishan was worried that she would be embarrassed and worried that she would think too much.

"Mom, this is not vassal elegance."

"Maybe in Dad's heart, the ups and downs I have experienced with you in the past few decades are all real elegance."

"Whether it's elegant or vulgar, who can say."

"If a person drinks water, he knows whether he is warm or cold."

"Mom, you and Dad are the best match."

This is Yu Feiwan's heartfelt words.

Children who grow up in love will have more flesh and blood in their bodies.

Pingping's kindness is the most suitable proof that Li Lan and Yu Shuishan are each other.

Under the dim courtyard lamp, Li Lan's face turned even redder.

"Don't be poor."

"Be quiet, your dad is still grinding tofu in the backyard, don't let him hear it."

"It's a surprise."

"Hey, hey." Yu Feiwan smiled and continued the movements in his hands.

The night grew darker and darker, and I don't know how long it had passed.

Rhubarb's frantically wagging tail proves that Lin Haihong is back.

Yu Feiwan pursed her lips.

You don't need to wagging your tail to call, after a long time, you can really distinguish the sound of footsteps.

She could now hear Lin Haihong's footsteps.

As soon as Lin Haihong entered the courtyard, he first raised his hand and touched Rhubarb's head, and then caught a glimpse of Li Lan and Yu Feiwan in the pavilion.

"Auntie?"

"Cousin." (End of chapter)