Jian Zhu muttered.

"You can also write poetry?"

Li Tuo smiled and said lightly.

"It's just limericks, and I didn't write it. ”

Jian Zhu was still curious, and wanted to ask.

"Who wrote that?"

Li Tuo froze for a moment, and then said.

"My mother wrote it. ”

"My father was a flower grower. ”

These are very distant stories, but the thoughts are so unexpected.

Suddenly, it was lonely.

Suddenly, it was distressing.

Jian Zhu has always been pampered by his father, so he will never understand the feelings of children who have no father and mother since childhood.

But Jian Zhu can also understand that kind of pain.

Jian Zhu had no choice but to look at the flowers.

* Lotus is still so beautiful, but it seems to be a teardrop.

Jian Zhu does have a little bit of a temperament to break the casserole and ask the end, but Jian Zhu's voice still sounds astringent, and said.

"And where are your parents?"

Shake one’s head.

Li Tuo shook his head.

Li Tuo only remembered that his father often planted flower seeds in the soil, and Li Tuo also remembered that his mother sang poems while watching the flowers in autumn.

Where did they go? Are they dead?

Li Tuo didn't know at all.

So Li Tuo couldn't find it.

is only in the impression, and there is the appearance of parents who love themselves.

Li Tuo was willing to believe it and no longer thought about it.

Li Tuo stretched out his hand, and at the nearest place, picked a pink flower, and suddenly asked.

"Do you think I pick flowers or not?"

Jian Zhu shook his head and said.

"If you really have mercy, you should let it grow on the water's edge. ”

Li Tuo asked rhetorically.

"And let it be exposed to the sun and rain, the wind and frost?"

Jian Zhu thought for a while and said.

"Nature is like this, with a gentle side and a cruel side. ”

Li Tuo smiled miserably.

"What if I don't want this lotus flower to endure the cruelty of nature?"

Li Tuo continued.

"A spring blooms, an autumn is a remnant, although the flowers bloom, but next year's flowers are still this year's?"

This has a bit of a "Zen" flavor.

Of course, Jian Zhu is still a little girl, and of course Jian Zhu answered a lot.

Li Tuo carefully wrapped the flowers, put them in his arms, and asked Jian Zhu for a handkerchief, picked up some soil in the water, and put it in a small pocket around his waist.

Jian Zhu stuck out his tongue, feeling distressed that the handkerchief was dirty.

There was no more dialogue.

So Jian Zhu and Xiao Yue'er also began to admire each other.

I don't know how long it has been, the sunset and sunset have become the red river and the lotus pond of the river.

After Jian Zhu sniffed the fragrance of flowers with the tip of his nose for the last time, Li Tuo said lightly.

"Let's go. ”

To go back the way you came, you are going upstream.

The river was flowing continuously, although it was not turbulent, but it still made Li Tuo and Ge Escort raise their arms together.

The connecting boat was parked at the shore entrance, and several boatmen helped everyone to get on the boat at the bow of the boat.

Although Jian Zhu, who had been traveling for a day, was not exhausted, at least his little stomach moved slightly, of course, others couldn't hear it.

Hurriedly asked Xiao Yue'er to tell the cook to prepare dinner, and she took the opportunity to wash her body.

When he came out in men's clothes and had dinner with everyone, he still didn't see Li Tuo come out.

Jian Zhu asked Xiao Yue'er.

"After you came back, have you seen Li Shoushi?"

Xiao Yue'er thought for a moment, shook her head, and said.

"Nope. ”

Jian Zhu only felt strange, and pulled Xiao Yue'er to go with him, knocking on the door with a "bang", but no one answered, so Jian Zhu couldn't care much more and pushed the door open.

The house is sparse, and the building is empty.

It's just that there is an extra pink and tender lotus flower on the desk, trying to raise her head.