iris

Then there was this scene this morning.

At this time, Qi Dong had already come to the world, Anjia Villa, he stopped on the roof of the villa, looked at An Yuan'er below, was watering the flowers and plants in the yard, humming an unknown song.

"Ming, the person you care about is living a very good and happy life now, and we are about to start our leisurely life. If you like the world so much, let's go shopping around the world first."

Qi Dong touched the slightly cool stone in his arms and muttered to himself. He glanced at An Yuan'er who was still busy below, and disappeared in place. There was actually one thing he never said about what happened back then. It was the reason why he suddenly went crazy back then. In fact, it was because the demon king discovered his different love for Hua Yuanming and wanted to break them up forcibly, so he lost control. He will never tell this secret, because it will make people Hua Yuanming will leave him forever, even though he is dead now, as long as he does not know this secret, he feels that Hua Yuanming will not leave.

Not long after Qi Dong left, An Yuan'er finished watering, stretched her waist, and sat down on the swing in the yard, holding an iris flower in her hand, she gently shook the swing, facing the iris in her hand the flower said to itself

"You said, why did I put you on the balcony?"

As soon as the words fell, he looked at the distance thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly said

"I always feel like I have forgotten something, but I don't seem to have it. This feeling is so strange!" She lowered her head and glanced at the iris in her arms, "Can you tell me why?" She stroked the blue The delicate petals, sighed "Hey, forget it, even if you know, I can't understand your language".

The sun is shining warmly, warm and sweet, the swing swings back and forth rhythmically, the long shadows run back and forth on the green grass, and sometimes there is a "squeak" sound, the breeze As the wind blows, the irises all over the yard sway with the wind. At this time, Aunt Qing shouted loudly in the house

"Xiao Yuan, it's time to eat"

"Okay, I'll be right there"

An Yuan'er carefully placed the irises in her hand, and hopped into the house. The courtyard was quiet, with occasional breezes, and the irises in the garden moved with the wind.

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