moon stars

The swing is tied to an old tree in the old garden. This tree has not bloomed for some years, but it has luxuriant branches and leaves, which can block a large area of ​​sunlight in summer.At that time, Sheng Chuyu asked someone to tie the swing here so that he could enjoy the shade, but later he felt that there were too many mosquitoes under the tree, so he stopped sitting on it often.

Shengyue really likes this small garden, and he will plant some flowers and plants in it when he has time, but he is not good at taking care of it, and the flowers he has planted are sometimes eaten by insects. The old man managed to preserve the remaining plants by prescribing the right medicine.

Recently, the pink ball orchid bloomed the best, with more than a dozen pearls opened, and Sheng Yue would feel better just by opening the window every day to look at it.

Song Qiucheng was also interested, and went to smell it for a long time, and then ran back and said that there was a big bee in the flower. He was afraid of being stung, so he hid behind Sheng Yue in panic. Unexpectedly, the bee flew over and circled him. Sheng Yue chased him away.

Walking to the swing, Song Qiucheng suddenly saw a persimmon tree planted in the corner of the garden. He walked over and walked around the tree and asked Sheng Yue, "Did you plant this persimmon tree?"

Sheng Yue doesn't remember, maybe it is, for a while he planted some different kinds of saplings in the garden, most of them died, and only a few survived, he just saw the surviving saplings jumping up, but he didn't remember how he planted them. What's the next thing.

Sheng Yue nodded and asked him, "Do you recognize this persimmon tree?"

"Of course." Song Qiucheng smelled the leaves of the persimmon tree, and was quite proud: "I know it, because my family also has a tree, and it produced a lot of persimmons last year. What about your tree, has it also produced persimmons?"

Sheng Yue looked at the poor persimmon tree with few leaves, and wondered if it could survive the coming rainstorm in the summer night.

"Not yet."

Song Qiucheng observed it for a while, and made a diagnosis: "Hmm... Maybe it's still young, so don't worry, it will grow persimmons when it grows up."

Sheng Yue said: "Yeah, don't worry, wait for it to grow slowly."

Song Qiucheng said: "It should be watered more, just like a human being, it can grow up when it is full of food and drink."

"If you pour too much water, you will die," Sheng Yue reminded him, "As you said, like a human being, you can't eat too much."

He spoke very logically, and unlike his elder brother, he always laughed at his whimsical ideas. Song Qiucheng had a good impression of Sheng Yue, so he nodded in agreement and asked, "Did you water it today?"

Didn't you just get off a bed?Sheng Yue thought so in his heart, but said, "Not yet."

Song Qiucheng got motivated: "Then I'll come, look, the mud underneath is dry, at least you need to drink a barrel."

As he said that, he wanted to look around for a bucket, but Sheng Yue said no, he went to the side and took out a hose against the wall, asked Song Qiucheng to take one end, and went to turn on the faucet underneath.

"Let's water it," he told Song Qiucheng to water it directly.

This is fun, Song Qiucheng thought, much more interesting than swinging.

"Can I water your flowers a little?"

"Too much water may kill the flowers."

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across Song Qiucheng's face, and he whispered, "You're so delicate."

But then he changed his attitude again, and said to himself: "Flowers are like this, because they are so beautiful."

Sheng Yue couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but at this moment he felt that Song Qiucheng was easy to coax, this person would not be as thoughtful as most of the people he met, he could be happy playing with the water pipe, he stood not far away and saw Song Qiucheng pursing his lips Laughing, occasionally colliding eyes, and then laughing with him unknowingly.

"Okay, that's fine."

Song Qiucheng knows how much water to water the flowers and plants. He is a skilled worker. He used to help the gardener water his own persimmon tree when he was at home.Due to physical and various reasons, Song Qiucheng has not been to school since the second grade of elementary school. The courses he should learn are all taught by tutors at home. After learning the content of the day, he runs to play with the servants, and no one cares about him. .Although he can't do many things well, he will also be affected by his ears and eyes and remember it in his heart.

Finally, after washing his hands, Sheng Yue turned off the water.

"Want to play on a swing? I'll push it for you."

Song Qiucheng passed Sheng Yue to sit on the swing, and said, "Stop swinging, sit down, come on."

He also reserved a seat for Sheng Yue, wiped the area clean with his hands, and sincerely invited Sheng Yue to sit next to him. Of course, Sheng Yue wanted to save face and would not refuse to sit.

"Sheng Yue, you are so kind." Song Qiucheng stared at the ground, and suddenly said these words out of nowhere. Before Sheng Yue could ask why, he said, "You are a good person."

If it was Song Qiunian who said this, Sheng Yue would have enough reason to believe that his next sentence might talk about the topic "but we are not suitable".

Song Qiucheng probably forgot everything he went through last night. No matter how you say it, that memory can’t be regarded as good, it can even be said to be embarrassing. Why did Song Qiucheng say that you are so kind so easily? Could it be that instead of marrying someone else, he is very happy. are you willing?

"I want to hug you, can I?"

It could be seen that Song Qiucheng was asking sincerely.

The more intimate things have already been done, Sheng Yue doesn't need to be stingy with a small hug, he said yes, and then opened his arms, ready to hug Song Qiucheng.

However, Song Qiucheng plunged into his arms, actively wrapped his arms around his waist, put his cheek against his chest, showing a dependent posture, and said, "Sheng Yue, you look like my father."

Sheng Yue didn't know how to answer, he put his hand lightly on Song Qiucheng's lower back, his movements were a little imperceptibly stiff.

"Where is it like?"

age?He has just turned thirty this year...

"smell."

Song Qiucheng sniffed it, and said firmly, "It smells very similar. Do you also use perfume? My father's perfume is bought by my mother. How about yours?"

Sheng Yue doesn't spray perfume often, but occasionally sprays a little fragrance in the closet. The smell is not strong. He uses a citrus-flavored earth fragrance, which has been used for a long time.

"Mine was sprayed by myself."

Song Qiucheng hummed, it was lighter than a gust of wind, the posture of hugging Sheng Yue with his body sideways made him uncomfortable, he let go of it after a while, and thanked Sheng Yue.

Is he in the habit of saying thank you after a hug?

"You're welcome."

"Can you lend me some of your perfume?"

Song Qiucheng's hands were holding the swing rope, his eyes were lonely, Sheng Yue guessed that he was homesick.

"Of course, if you like."

"I like……"

He didn't speak sincerely, he didn't really like it, and he didn't really think Sheng Yue was like his father, he just didn't know what to do.

"Oh, originally..."

Song Qiucheng said something in a low voice, Sheng Yue only heard the word "Original", and when Song Qiucheng was almost finished, he asked embarrassedly: "Originally, sorry, I didn't catch it, can you say it again?"

"I said, originally... I didn't want to get married."

"You are so nice, I don't want to lie to you, I want you to marry my brother, and then you will also be my brother, often come to play at home, I will share persimmons with you..."

Sheng Yue didn't know how he became "such a good" object in Song Qiucheng's eyes. They slept together without knowing it on the wedding night. Whether Song Qiucheng was injured or not is another matter. How could he think it was Sheng Yue who was good? Woolen cloth.

Song Qiucheng's wetness revealed his true feelings, and it was difficult for him to stabilize his emotions: "But my brother is lost and I can't find him, but don't be angry, Dad will definitely find him and come back to marry you."

Sheng Yue seldom sees people cry, especially when the other party is not very old, they are regarded as younger brothers and sisters. When they cry, it is always easy to make people soft.

"Your brother is missing?"

"Yes, he disappeared. He left a letter on the table, saying that he couldn't find anything, and my father wouldn't let me see it. He couldn't find anything? He must have lost his way."

"Don't cry, it's not your fault, I know."

Sheng Yue didn't bring a handkerchief, let alone toilet paper. He wiped away the tears on Song Qiucheng's face with his fingertips. He didn't expect Song Qiucheng to confess about Song Qiunian.He didn't want to talk to Song Qiucheng at first, it's pointless to embarrass him, if he misses home, they can go back the day after tomorrow, and he prepared some words to talk to Song's family.But here Sheng Yue realized that Song Qiunian was not lost, but ran away from home.

"It's my fault. I lied to you. I didn't tell you yesterday. I still lied today. I'm so sorry."

"Song Qiucheng was sad because he lied to Sheng Yue, and also sad because he didn't listen to his parents. Under the double pressure, he couldn't help crying.

"It's okay, Song Qiucheng, we all made mistakes..."

"Sheng Yue comforted him, as if comforting himself, "So, if I forgive you, can you forgive me too?" "

Song Qiucheng is not Sheng Yue's first choice, and it should be the same for Song Qiucheng, but people always have to be responsible for what they have done, and they must have the courage to bear mistakes.

Song Qiucheng shouldn't help Song Qiunian lie to him, this is also his choice.

In this case, it is better to make the mistake and make the mistake, he decided to marry Song Qiucheng.