Fall in love with summer flamingos

Meng Zhao quickly went downstairs, ran through the living room to the front door, and looking at the Audi parked at the door of the villa, Meng Zhao pressed the car key, opened the door, got in, and quickly cleaned up the car.

Meng Zhao discovered that Su Yangxia was now particularly fond of cleanliness and was very particular about it. Meng Zhao would sometimes put some messy things in the car. It was quite clean, but it looked a bit messy.

He gathered up the messy clothes and miscellaneous items on the passenger seat and in the back seat and stuffed them all into the trunk. He then took out a spare vacuum cleaner from the trunk and spent a long time cleaning the car.

When Su Yangxia came out, Meng Zhao was sticking his butt out in the car, cleaning the windows.

"Zhao? Are you wiping the car?" Su Yangxia stood behind Meng Zhao and asked, looking at his back.

Meng Zhao said "oh" and when he came out he accidentally hit his head with a loud bang.

"Damn it." Meng Zhao stood up and cursed dizzily.

Su Yangxia came over and rubbed his hand: "Why are you so reckless now?"

Meng Zhao felt his head was burning with heat from Su Yangxia's hands, so he pressed down his wrist and said, "I'm not Gu Jiuyue, don't touch me."

"Jiuyue would never take such a risk as you." Su Yangxia said to Meng Zhao who got into the driver's seat.

Meng Zhao bent over and called out, "You're not coming in? Then I'm leaving?"

Su Yangxia smiled and got into the passenger seat: "Let's go."

"It will take about an hour to drive." Su Yangxia opened the navigation on her mobile phone and clipped it to the bracket for Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao glanced at Su Yangxia and said, "You can use my phone for navigation. Aren't you afraid that Brother Ye will find you?"

"He went to pick up Gu Shiye, so he shouldn't be here that fast." Su Yangxia pushed the chair back and found a more comfortable position for herself.

Meng Zhao stared at Su Yangxia curiously with his almond-shaped eyes: "Pick up Gu Shiye? Why pick him up?"

Su Yangxia sighed softly: "His brother is sick just like me."

Meng Zhao was a little surprised. He slowly drove out, swiped his finger to check the navigation route, and paused:

"Same as you? Same disease?"

Su Yangxia shook her head: "They are both mental illnesses, just called differently, but they seem to be more serious than each other."

"Tsk tsk tsk, no way, Brother Ye really should go buy a lottery ticket." Meng Zhao sighed, baring his teeth and holding the steering wheel with both hands.

"Well, then let him buy one, and if he wins, he'll give the money to you." Su Yangxia nodded and said with a smile.

Meng Zhao scoffed, "What? A huge hush money?"

"Is a blank check also considered a huge amount?" Su Yangxia rubbed his eyes with his fingers.

Meng Zhao looked at the road seriously, and saw Su Yangxia's actions out of the corner of his eye: "Don't rub your eye all the time. If it hurts, just press it. Also, cry less."

Su Yangxia turned her head and looked at Meng Zhao: "Zhao, I noticed that you haven't cried in a few years. You used to cry at the slightest thing."

"Now that you've grown up, how can you still act like a child? And then you cry every day under the pretext of being young. Besides, I have nothing to cry about." Meng Zhao said lightly.

"Indeed, you are the most successful person I have ever met. Really, your grandparents love you, your parents love you too, and it seems like you have never encountered any bad things since you were a child."

Su Yangxia spoke very seriously. He had indeed envied Meng Zhao since he was a child, envied Meng Zhao's family, and envied Meng Zhao's good temper and good character.

Su Yangxia envied Meng Zhao's parents who were so busy, but still loved him very much. She felt that Meng Zhao was a bright light that illuminated her, the light was neither too big nor too small, and it seemed that it was only enough to illuminate herself.

After meeting Meng Zhao, Su Yangxia felt that life was not so difficult, her parents' company seemed less desirable, her younger sister was not so difficult to take care of, and going to school was not so boring.

On the contrary, as he grew older, Su Yangxia slowly began to feel that he was very free. Unlike other children, he did not need to be controlled by his parents. Finally, the resentment towards his parents gradually dissipated during his growing up.

Meng Zhao pursed his lips and looked ahead, smiling faintly: "Well, I did a lot of good things in my previous life."

"I find that you are not stupid anymore, but your mouth has become worse." Su Yangxia's gratitude that had just arisen in her heart was taken back by Meng Zhao's words.

"Someone has to inherit your lost magical skill of sharp tongue, right?" Meng Zhao raised his chin and smiled nonchalantly.

Su Yangxia reached out and touched Meng Zhao's trouser pocket. Meng Zhao frowned and asked, "What are you touching?"

"Where's my phone? I want to listen to some music." Su Yangxia fumbled around, took out Meng Zhao's phone, turned on Bluetooth, clicked on a music app and played a song.

Meng Zhao laughed out loud as he listened to the music playing: "Yang'er, isn't this the song my parents like to listen to? You're still listening to this song at your age."

"What do you know? Only old songs have flavor." Su Yangxia turned up the volume.

Su Yangxia looked at the scenery outside the window and said to Meng Zhao, "When I was little, I often went to your parents' store. Your parents always listened to this song and sang it. I learned to sing it by listening to it."

Meng Zhao sang along: "The most beautiful moments are when you are moved... I won't get tired of giving my heart... I won't retreat...~"

Meng Zhao sang with such deep emotion and passion that Su Yangxia couldn't help but laugh: "Zhao, this is the first time I've seen you sing so passionately."

"Ah? What did you say? The first time? Haven't you sung it several times before?" Meng Zhao opened his mouth and moved his ear closer.

Su Yangxia's voice became louder: "You always sang so cockily before. I've never seen you like this before."

Meng Zhao turned his head to look at him, smiled and said loudly: "You are getting older, you should be more low-key and pretend to be profound."

"Don't shed tears for the rest of your life~~~I won't retreat oh oh oh~~" Meng Zhao started singing again and stopped talking to Su Yangxia.

Su Yangxia looked at the scenery outside the window and then at Meng Zhao, squinted her eyes and slowly fell asleep to the music.

Meng Zhao drove silently, turned down the music a little, turned his head and glanced at Su Yangxia. Meng Zhao frowned slightly and looked at Su Yangxia's profile with a faint smile.

After looking at the navigation, Meng Zhao saw that there were still twenty minutes left. In another twenty minutes, he would be able to see the place where Su Yangxia had been for six years. Meng Zhao felt a little excited and a little uncomfortable, and there was a dull pain in his heart.

If love has a time limit, how many years would it be? Meng Zhao has been thinking about this profound question over the years. He wants to see how long he can love Su Yangxia.