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The patriarch asked, "What else do you want to do besides eating ice cream?"

He thought: How can ice cream alone be enough?At least it must be gold and silver treasures, rich clothes and jade food, right?Traveling around the world and traveling in space are certainly not a problem.

Even if Little Hibiscus wanted the stars and the moon, he still had to work hard to get them.

This time, little Furong still pointed to the TV and said to the patriarch, "I want to sit there with my brother!"

The patriarch saw that Mango TV was rebroadcasting a very old idol drama——

"Let's Watch Niu Drizzle Together".

In the TV screen, the hero and heroine boarded a hot air balloon, and the two vowed to the flowers, the earth, and the white clouds that they would stay together and love each other for the rest of their lives. The sincere relationship between them is so touching.

The patriarch stared at that scene and was stunned for a long time.

He suddenly felt very envious, envious of these ordinary and ordinary things.

The patriarch was in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses, and he agreed to Xiao Furong, "Okay."

There will be hot air balloons, flowers, blue sky, white clouds, clear wind and sunshine, all of these will be there.

As long as it is what you want, I will give it to you.

On a sunny day with white clouds fluttering and the wind blowing, the patriarch drove Little Furong to the suburbs.

It was a large green field, boundless, with gentle slopes undulating like waves, extending to the blue and flawless sky.

This scene is beautiful.

Little Furong looked around and saw a large hot air balloon parked not far away, like a giant colorful Kongming lantern, exaggerated as if it was cut out of a Disney cartoon.

Yes, the patriarch's superpower is having money.

Let alone a hot air balloon, he has no problem with a Boeing 747.

Little Furong's eyes lit up again: ヾ(o???)? Wow~

He rushed over like a child, jumping and jumping in front of the hot air balloon, like a country boy who has never seen the world.

This is not enough, there must be flowers.

In the TV screen that Little Furong pointed out earlier, there are large fields of flowers, which look so beautiful.

However, it is difficult to find a large sea of ​​flowers this season, especially one that can park large hot air balloons.

If there are no conditions, conditions must be created.

Two days earlier, the patriarch contacted a brother of the Wu tribe: "As soon as the balloon rises, you will create a sea of ​​flowers below. The flowers must be many and beautiful, with pomp and style. People who have seen it must Even if reincarnated, it will still be remembered in the next life. Understand?"

The little brother of the Wu tribe smirked and said, "Wow, do you want me to help you pick up girls?"

The patriarch looked sad: "No, I want to fulfill one person's last wish..."

The little brother of the Wu tribe patted his shoulders: "Oh, life and death are fate, my brother's condolences."

The patriarch and little Furong climbed into the basket of the hot air balloon together, holding hands.

The device ignited with a "wow", the gas in the machine was heated rapidly, and the suspended hot air balloon dangled and began to rise slowly into the sky.

Little Furong was excited and a little scared, her mouth opened into a big "O": "Wow!"

The breeze is blowing, and the blue sky and white clouds hang like a high-end oil painting on the horizon. Looking down from the hot air balloon, it is an endless emerald green.

It's like the blue and green classic desktop wallpaper of Windows.

The patriarch, who was dedicated to making surprises, turned his back and sent a WeChat message to the Wu clan brothers furtively: "Let's do it."

It's like a spy giving a signal.

The little brother of the Wu clan was instructed and started to act.

He faced the green field in front of him, waved the staff in his hand, and silently recited spells in his mouth:

"Well#@%mile&*￥wella...*coax》——!"

With the fine starlight released from the tip of the staff, the emitted mana flowed in the air, covering every corner of the field, like a layer of glistening cream flowing on the emerald green curtain.

All of a sudden, countless flowers bloomed in unison on the original green hillside field, converging into a piece of pure white, like a snowfall from the sky, covering the world.

It is pure to the eyes, it is breathtaking and beautiful.

Little Furong was stunned, and was touched by the scene so much that she was surprised and delighted, "Oh my god——!!! Look, brother!! It's so beautiful!!!"

The country boy was about to cry with joy.

Little Hibiscus: (?<)?з嘿嘘嘤, every day~~~

Ran Goose, the patriarch next to him looked at the sea of ​​flowers in front of him expressionlessly, only feeling a pain in his head.

These flowers, beauty is beauty, that is...

Why white chrysanthemum? !Why is it like going to a funeral? !

Patriarch: (￣work￣lll) cover the forehead...

He directly made a phone call to the little brother of the Wu clan: "What the hell did you get for white chrysanthemums!!! Give me some red roses!! I want red——!!!"

"...Huh?" The little brother of the Wu tribe was still proud of his masterpiece one second, but was thrown cold water the next second.

Brother Wu: (⊙.⊙) Is there any misunderstanding?

"You're doing this like a trivial matter, why don't you make something festive?" The patriarch was anxious, "This looks so unlucky!"

The patriarch is middle-aged and elderly, and he likes bright red. He thinks that the redder the red, the more festive. Only when it is festive is auspicious, and auspiciousness represents a good omen.

"But didn't you say the last wish?" The little brother of the Wu clan was confused, "You said you want to fulfill the last wish."

The tired patriarch squeezed the Qingming acupoint: "I want to make my baby happy, not to have a memorial service, do you understand? It's not the kind of hugging and crying..."

"You've been courting for a long time," the little brother of the Wu clan rolled his eyes silently, "Then what is the last wish, I, Wu Zhu, is going to give you a funeral of the century."

Patriarch: "..." Teammate Pig.

After hanging up the phone, the wizard moved his staff, and the snow-white and cold chrysanthemums instantly turned into blood-red roses. Thousands of delicate red roses bloomed together, forming a magnificent red ocean, covering up the original chrysanthemum. The vast expanse of white scenery.

The red is so shocking, and the beauty is thrilling.

Patriarch: (?3?) That's about the same.

Little Furong was completely speechless, lost in everything in front of her eyes.He stared at this scene intoxicatedly, it was so beautiful that he shed tears.

The patriarch remained silent, and silently put his arms around little Furong, enjoying the scene in front of him together.

Until dusk and dusk, the setting sun gradually dyed the sky golden, inlaid with layers of red clouds like fish scales.

The dazzling gold and fiery red complement each other, and the sunset glow and roses set off each other in a desperate way. Those who have seen it will probably never forget it for life.

"Are you satisfied this time?" The patriarch stroked little Furong's head, and asked in a doting tone: "Do you like it? Are you happy?"

Little Furong looked at him sideways, her cheeks were reflected by the setting sun with a faint golden edge, and replied: "Satisfied. Liked. Happy."

Simple six words, is the most sincere answer.

After the patriarch heard it, he suddenly felt very satisfied, liked it, and was very happy.

If the people around you are right, everything can actually be very simple.

The fire ignited in the man's heart was particularly intense at this moment, but it was not some evil fire that confuses people's minds.The flame was pure and clear, burning for the person in front of him, getting hotter and hotter, scalding the man's entire heart.

Little Furong turned around, faced the patriarch, and looked at the face carefully, as if there was something on it that made him unable to move his eyes away.

"What's wrong?" The patriarch was a little embarrassed after being watched for a long time.

Little Furong didn't answer, but just laughed, the corners of her eyes filled with love.

The boy with eyes full of smiles raised his hand slowly, caressed the patriarch's face extremely gently, and touched it lightly, as if he was grasping all the beautiful things cherishingly, longing and forbearing.

The patriarch and little Furong looked at each other, their hearts were beating as fast as the first rain brought by spring thunder, and their eyes were trembling.

After a while, he only heard Little Furong say firmly: "Brother, I like you."

The author says:

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