Fall in love with summer flamingos

Meng Zhao took a deep breath and said, "You have no idea how hard it has been for me these past few years. I want to see you every day but I dare not, for fear of seeing you like that."

Su Yangxia raised her hand and touched Meng Zhao's head: "Well, I'm really sorry for you over the years."

"You bastard...you are speaking so politely now that I don't know how to talk to you." Meng Zhao grabbed Su Yangxia's hand on his head and took it down.

Su Yangxia slapped Meng Zhao's thigh lightly: "You should learn to speak more calmly."

"Don't talk about this. Brothers are just reminiscing about the past. I'm feeling sad." Meng Zhao gently slapped Su Yangxia's wrist.

"Oh, why is it red?" Meng Zhao grabbed Su Yangxia's wrist and frowned as he looked at the place that was red from his slap.

Su Yangxia pulled up the sleeve of her pajamas to cover it up: "It's okay, I easily leave marks, you know, it will disappear in a while, just be gentle."

Meng Zhao glanced at Su Yangxia and said, "I didn't even use any fucking strength, how come you're so delicate now? You've become spoiled by Gu Shiye."

"You don't let me mention it, you keep calling me Gu Shiye." Su Yangxia took an apple from the coffee table and handed it to Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao took the apple and took a bite. "If I don't find a topic, the conversation will be awkward. You're being so frugal with your words right now."

"Brother Ye has already gone out?" Meng Zhao asked again.

Su Yangxia nodded: "Well, I just happened to go out today and will be gone for a few days."

"Oh my, that's great. I finally don't have to be a third wheel anymore. You belong to me these days, right?" Meng Zhao said happily while taking big bites of the apple.

"Well, these days it belongs to you temporarily." Su Yangxia pushed a trash can to Meng Zhao.

"It's not easy. It feels like the child I've raised for more than ten years has been snatched away by someone." Meng Zhao said jokingly.

Meng Zhao finished eating the apple and threw the core into the trash can. He took a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Then I want to sleep in the same room with you tonight."

"What?" Su Yangxia looked at Meng Zhao in surprise.

Meng Zhao tutted his words and raised his chin: "Are you hard of hearing?"

"Why do you want to sleep in the same room with me?" Su Yangxia ignored Meng Zhao's words.

Meng Zhao sat back on the sofa with his legs crossed: "Brother, it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before."

Su Yangxia frowned, feeling a little embarrassed: "But, I'm not single anymore."

Meng Zhao tilted his head and sneered: "Why, what's wrong with you not being single? I'm still a straight man."

"Besides, it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before, why would you be so startled?"

"Oh~ that's fine, but you can't sleep in the master bedroom." Su Yangxia looked at Meng Zhao seriously and said.

"I didn't say I wanted to sleep in the master bedroom. I won't sleep in the bed you and Brother Ye have slept in." Meng Zhao rested his long arms on the back of the sofa, looking like a ruffian.

"Yang'er, kick me, please." Meng Zhao leaned closer to Su Yangxia and said seriously to Su Yangxia.

Su Yangxia narrowed her eyes and looked at Meng Zhao: "Why did I kick you?"

"Hey, try to find the familiar feeling of being kicked by a good brother. Hurry up." Meng Zhao urged lazily and impatiently.

Su Yangxia looked at Meng Zhao, whose face was filled with anticipation. He raised his foot and gave Meng Zhao a light kick: "Do you really want a beating?"

"Use a little more strength and speak louder. Haven't you eaten?" Meng Zhao grabbed Su Yangxia's ankle and said loudly.

Su Yangxia felt a little uncomfortable when Meng Zhao grabbed his ankle. In the past, Su Yangxia would kick Meng Zhao, and every time Meng Zhao would push him away in disgust.

"Believe it or not, I will kick you to death." Su Yangxia used a little force on her foot and kicked Meng Zhao, knocking him to the ground.

Meng Zhao clutched his stomach and screamed, "Ouch, fuck." Meng Zhao frowned and looked at Su Yangxia, "It's this familiar feeling. It's so fucking good."

"Your sprinting skills must not be lost." Meng Zhao pointed at Su Yangxia's feet and said with gritted teeth.

Su Yangxia saw Meng Zhao's expression was a little ugly, and wondered if he had kicked too hard and hurt him. He squatted beside Meng Zhao and asked, "Zhao, are you okay?"

Meng Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at Su Yangxia, then smiled with his lips curled: "I'm fine, brother, I'm still patient."

Su Yangxia frowned and looked into Meng Zhao's eyes. He felt that Meng Zhao's eyes were very different from before. Now there was always some inexplicable emotion in Meng Zhao's eyes, as if Meng Zhao had experienced something big.

Meng Zhao is also the only person who has seen Su Yangxia in the most pain, despair, embarrassment and loss of composure.

Su Yangxia suddenly remembered Meng Zhao sitting on the hospital window that year, shaking all over and crying as she said to him, "If you try to commit suicide again, I will jump from here, right now."

That day, Su Yangxia, despite her sick body, and several doctors and nurses persuaded and coaxed Meng Zhao for a long time before they finally tricked him down from the window.

From that day on, Meng Zhao followed Su Yangxia closely, almost helping him to go to the toilet, and took care of him for several months during his vacation.

Meng Zhao lost a lot of weight during that time because of Su Yangxia. It seemed that he and Liang Xiaoya were admitted to the same school but did not go there. He chose to stay in S City to accompany Su Yangxia.

The two teaching buildings were far apart, and Meng Zhao had to walk across several buildings from his own building every day to find Su Yangxia.

Every day, he would have lunch with Su Yangxia and go out for a walk with her. Every day, whether Su Yangxia was going to school in the morning, getting home from school in the afternoon, or going out to do part-time work, Meng Zhao would follow her closely.

Meng Zhao was also the first person to notice that Su Yangxia's mental state was not right. After he found out that something was wrong with Su Yangxia, he followed her even more closely. After persuading her for a long time, Su Yangxia finally agreed to see a doctor.

Su Yangxia rented a house outside at that time. He didn't dare to live in the old house because he was afraid that he would always think of Gu Shiye and do something to make Meng Zhao worried. When Meng Zhao knew that Su Yangxia had rented a house, he insisted on living with Su Yangxia. No matter how he tried to drive her away, he couldn't get rid of her. He used all kinds of tricks to make a fuss and make a fuss.

On several occasions, Su Yangxia felt that Meng Zhao was too annoying, so he scolded Meng Zhao, drove him out, locked the door, and told Meng Zhao to go back to his own home, saying that he would not open the door for him.

As a result, Meng Zhao refused to leave. He simply sat down at Su Yangxia's door and kept calling Su Yangxia's name hundreds and thousands of times. Su Yangxia was afraid of disturbing the neighbors and had to let him in.

Meng Zhao insisted on sleeping in the same room with Su Yangxia. Every night, Meng Zhao would wake up two or three times, reach out to check Su Yangxia's breath, and then touch Su Yangxia's body temperature, for fear that Su Yangxia would die silently in the middle of the night. Once he was sure that Su Yangxia was fine, he would fall back asleep.

"Why are you staring at me without saying anything? Do you think I'm Brother Ye?" Meng Zhao looked at Su Yangxia squatting on the ground, staring at him in a daze.

Su Yangxia came back to her senses and smiled at Meng Zhao: "Thank you for your hard work over the years."

Meng Zhao raised his hand and lifted Su Yangxia's hair that was covering her eyes. He smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. I don't need your body for my sake."

"You're dreaming." Su Yangxia pushed Meng Zhao's head hard.

"Ouch, ouch, my stomach hurts again. You are so cruel~" Meng Zhao fell on the sofa and started performing.

Su Yangxia stood up and looked at Meng Zhao, smiling and said, "Don't act too hard, I'm really hungry."

Meng Zhao sat up and laid down on the sofa, looking at the ceiling: "Finally, I can taste the food cooked by the aunt of a rich family."

"Zhao, you are also a rich man." Su Yangxia said as he looked at Meng Zhao who was lying on his back.

"Then I am far behind Brother Ye." Meng Zhao turned his head and looked at Su Yangxia, with a hint of inferiority in his words.

Su Yangxia shook her head, peeled an orange and handed it to Meng Zhao: "He doesn't care about these things, and you shouldn't feel inferior because of this. You are worth a thousand gold."

Meng Zhao took the orange, squeezed it, held it in his hand, and sniffed it: "You finally stopped me from looking at my brain."

"Huh? I notice that you are really sweet-mouthed now, and your words are so nice. How much honey did you drink?" Meng Zhao turned over and looked at Su Yangxia.

Su Yangxia pursed her lips and looked at Meng Zhao indifferently: "I always said things against my will before, but now I want to tell the truth." Su Yangxia stuffed an orange slice into her mouth, and her face twisted with sourness.

Meng Zhao looked at Su Yangxia's twisted face and frowned. He put the orange in his hand into his pocket and asked, "Have you contacted your father and Su Nuan?"

"Well, Su Nuan has contacted me several times, but my dad hasn't." Su Yangxia was holding the sour orange in his hand, and no emotion could be seen on his face.

Meng Zhao stared at the ceiling and said in a rare serious tone, "When you recover, let's find a chance to talk. Your father must miss you a lot, as you are his only son."

"Well, we'll see then." Su Yangxia glanced at Meng Zhao and asked, "Where are the oranges? I didn't see you eating them. Where did they go?"

Meng Zhao took it out of his pocket and placed it in his palm, smiling and saying, "Here it is."

"Why don't you eat it? Why are you hiding it?" Su Yangxia glanced at the orange in Meng Zhao's palm.

"This is the first time you peeled an orange for me yourself. I have to keep it." Meng Zhao said proudly. After a pause, he added, "Before, when I asked you to peel one for me, you always told me to get lost."

Su Yangxia smiled and said, "You are sick, then keep it. I will peel two more for you."

"Okay, peel it quickly, peel all of this plate for me." Meng Zhao sat up and pretended to urge Su Yangxia.

Su Yangxia glanced at Meng Zhao and asked, "Are you not going to eat?"

"Who are you looking down on? I have a big appetite." Meng Zhao said and patted his belly.

"That's my stomach, idiot." Su Yangxia shook her head helplessly and rarely cursed Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao came over, looked at Su Yangxia and said, "That sounds really nice. Come on, curse a few more times."

"Get out, or go get your brain checked." Su Yangxia pushed Meng Zhao's head away and cursed in a low voice.

Meng Zhao waved his hand: "Yang'er, you say you are so gentle now, won't Gu Shiye take advantage of you?" He tutted his tongue: "Thinking back to the past, we were both heroes saving beauties, and Brother Ye was the one being saved. Back then, that dark guy was traumatized by your beating."

"Isn't it the same if I'm fierce? There's no difference." Su Yangxia pursed her lips and laughed. In Gu Shiye's eyes, no matter how fierce Su Yangxia was, she was still cute.

Meng Zhao squinted his eyes and looked at Su Yangxia. Su Yangxia lowered her head and peeled an orange. Her eyelashes trembled with each blink of her eyes. Under her high nose were thin, rosy lips. Meng Zhao's throat tightened.

He pursed his lips and sneered, then stood up, turned around and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Meng Zhao lowered his eyes and looked out the window, seeing the sea of sunflowers in the yard, which were planted by Gu Shiye for Su Yangxia.