The sky is as blue as clear.

The brilliant sunlight shines directly through white clouds floating like cotton, forming beams of light of varying thickness, illuminating the bamboo forest swaying with soft branches.

Under the bamboo forest, in the backyard of Song Wen’s family, they were dug, shoveled, and pushed out, busy and busy.

Song Yuanshui, Chen Xiuhui and Xixi stood by the digging pond and watched.

Xixi was watching the fun, while Song Yuanshui and Chen Xiuhui were chatting with the villagers. They were just about family matters, admiration or their own children. Perhaps because they heard people praise their son, they both narrowed their eyes and smiled from ear to ear.

Song Wen came to the backyard and looked at it. He found that the pond was digging quite quickly. Seeing everyone's sweating, he hurriedly called everyone to have tea. The villagers who dug the pond said no, so they continued to dig. In order to dig the pond as soon as possible, Song Wen asked his father to find more than a dozen people to dig. At this speed, it would take less than a day to dig it.

The newly dug pond cannot raise fish immediately, and it needs to be disinfected and fattened. There are a lot of things. After a few days of busyness, Song Wen finally got the pond and put the fish in it. The extra fish were placed directly in the lake to allow it to grow naturally.

The street lights on the road from his home to the village have also been completed.

After the street lights were installed, Song Wen asked someone to carry some coarse sand on the bumpy road by the stream, flat and compacted, which made a relatively easy road to walk. He originally wanted to find someone to make an asphalt road, but it felt bad, because the soil on the mountain would be washed down when it rained, and then the asphalt road was full of soil. It also had to be cleaned, which was very troublesome, so he didn't do it.

The road was repaired and the cement structure on the first floor of the hotel was poured. Seeing that nothing happened for the time being, Song Wen asked Song Hu to take him to Nanzhou, intending to buy a rockery and place it on the edge of the pond in the backyard.

The small trucks were galloping all the way. The wind was shocking.

Song Wen sat in the car, enjoying the view outside the window, but the sound of "crying" shaking sounds of the shaking of the small truck's back.

He heard this and couldn't help but say to Song Hu: "Ahu, why don't you change the car? This broken car is almost in the scrap yard."

"How can I get money? I got more than 100,000 yuan from my hotel this time. I still owe my brother 300,000 yuan to us. I don't have any spare money to buy a car, so I drove it. Although it was a bit rotten, it was not so stable when driving." Song Hu said.

"Don't my second uncle have money? Just ask him for the point."

"It's so shameless to always get money from the old man."

It’s very shameful. A man who has hands and feet, has a lot of hands and feet. He will feel ashamed if he marrys a wife but cannot raise a wife and children. Therefore, more and more people are late marriages. He feels that he cannot give a perfect future to the woman he loves and the children he will be in love with, so he has to do so.

Sometimes life is always full of countless helplessness, and it is rare to be perfect.

"Let's change it! I'll give you a cushion first, and I'll give it to me when I have money. You don't have to think about my brother's 300,000 yuan. I've already returned it to him. In the future, when our restaurant makes money, we will deduct it from it."

"It seems that you are really rich, and you can even get 300,000 yuan? I heard from Aunt San that you dug a piece of wood by the beach and sold it for a lot of money. Isn't it true?"

"Well. It's about 700,000 or 800,000, don't talk everywhere." Song Wen said less money to sell cowhead sandalwood to avoid being too shocking.

"Am I like that kind of person? Oh, why don't I have the luck of being so lucky to you? By the way, do you think there are any particularly valuable antiques in the things I collect? Can they be worth millions?" Song Hu asked Song Wen excitedly, he always thought that a treasure could be found in the rag he collected.

When Song Wen heard this, he rubbed his eyebrows unconsciously. When he heard that he said this, he had a headache. The pile of broken tiles and broken stones he collected wanted to be worth millions? It was a fantasy. But he couldn't help but dispel his life's pleasure, so he said kindly: "Maybe there will be one in the future."

It means that the things he collects now are impossible, and he may really find antiques worth millions in the future.

Song Hu was amused when he heard this, and praised Song Wen for having a vision, and planned to send him some of the jars he collected recently after going back. Song Wen knew that those jars were all bottles used by others to hold sauce, vinegar and oil. They were very ordinary and they didn't have to throw them away. They picked them up and kept them like treasures. He didn't want this thing, why do you take it back? Are you doing something wrong?

"I heard that Manniu is going to film, do you know?" Song Hu said again.

"What kind of scene?" Song Wen asked strangely. He really didn't know about this.

"What is the name of "Long Wuming" in the movie? It is a story in the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It is said that a director took a fancy to his magnificent figure and planned to let him play Yuwen Chengdu in it."

"That's not a star?"

"I feel like a supporting role."

Speaking of supporting roles, the two couldn't help but think of all the classic supporting roles circulating on the Internet, and couldn't help but laugh unscrupulously.

After nearly two hours of wandering, the two finally arrived at the Huahui Street in the suburbs of Nanzhou City. There was a flower and bird market next to the Huahui Street, and there was a place specializing in selling ornamental stones. This was the purpose of their trip.

Song Hu casually found a place on the side of the road, stopped the car, and then walked towards the place where flowers were sold.

Song Wen felt something was wrong after seeing it. He came to buy stones. What did he do when he ran inside? He hurriedly said, "Where are you going? I came to buy stones, not flowers."

"Go to Xiaojun's store! You have to go to her place when you come and say hello. You won't know that Xiaojun's orchid shop is here!" Song Hu turned around and asked strangely.

"Well..."

Song Wen really didn't expect this. When Xiaojun took her over to the last time, she knew that her store was here, but she really didn't know the specific place.

Song Hu shook his head and said, "If you want to pick up girls, just be more active. If you want to pick up girls, you can only pick up girls two things. One must be thick-skinned, and the other must be sincere enough. Just like you, be careful that the bird you get will fly."

Song Hu and his wife knew about him and Huang Xiaojun, and they were optimistic about the two of them. Otherwise, they wouldn't have helped them get together at that time. Now seeing him like this, I can't help but talk about it, so that he wouldn't even be able to catch a girl. Back then, his wife was taken home by her within a few days.

Song Wen was so embarrassed that he could get a black line. He still needed to teach him to pick up girls?

They are in love and know each other, and they don’t need the things he taught that they don’t have. But to be honest, I didn’t see Xiaojun for a while, and I missed her in my heart. Although I also sent text messages, called on my phone, and sometimes chatted with videos at night. But it was like scratching my feet through the shoe, but I couldn’t see and touch it, which was very unreal.

After a while, I came to Xiaojun's orchid shop.

When I walked into the store, I saw an arch bridge across my eyes when I entered the door. When I walked up the arch bridge, Song Wen looked down and found that there was water under the bridge, and there were a few lotus flowers in the water. Under the lotus, a goldfish with different colors were playing and making fun. Walking past the arch bridge, there was a rockery in front of me.

There are flying springs and flowing water on the rockery, pavilions and towers, and several small porcelain men stand all over the rockery, reciting poems, playing piano, writing, or fishing, with different shapes. The water on the rockery flows to the bottom of the mountain and turns a small water truck, then flows down the bridge, and you will never see any traces again, and you will not know where it flows.

Grass, bamboos and orchids are also planted on the rockery. They look like a mountain that has shrunk countless times. There are various orchid bonsai on the left and right sides of the rockery. They are like walking in the garden, without knowing that they are in a flower shop.

There are two young girls selling flowers in the orchid shop. When they see someone coming, they will come forward to greet them. When they find it is Song Hu, they stop and nodded to him with a smile. Song Hu has come here many times and is very familiar with the clerk. They know that he is the boss's friend, so they don't care about him.

When Song Wen came to the store, he saw Huang Xiaojun sitting in front of the counter inside. He didn't know what to write, so he walked over quickly and threw Song Hu away. Seeing his anxious look, Song Hu curled his lips disdainfully, stopped and talked to his two little sisters.

Walking to the counter and looking at Xiaojun.

Her beautiful face, without any decoration, no rouge, with hair on her head, and a phoenix-headed hairpin was inserted casually, revealing a feminine tenderness in her simple and elegant style. When she buried her head in writing, her serious appearance revealed a touch of intellectual beauty, which made people very admiring.

Suddenly, Song Wen thought of a song "Daughter's Poem" in his mind:

My daughter is happy, her eyebrows are curved, her smile is light, and her dream is hanging on the red wall.

My daughter is sad, who can tell me about her secret thoughts? The autumn waves are condensed under the eaves.

My daughter is sad, she lives with tears in her long life, and looks haggard, and she asks whom she wants.

The daughter hates her, she leaves her roots, loves, angers, and ignorance, and turns around for a hundred years.

He didn't know why he suddenly remembered this poem in his mind, which was very inexplicable, but was infected by the meaning of the words, and he couldn't help but feel more pity for the people in front of him.

Seeing her busy doing things, she was completely selfless and didn't even know that someone had come. Song Wen didn't bother her, so she put her hand on the counter and looked at her. In an instant, she couldn't help but feel a little drunk. She was thin and thin for Yi Chi, Yi Mi, and Yi. Perhaps, this is the feeling of loving someone.

The light fragrance floats, which is the refreshing fragrance of the woman on her body.

Song Wen couldn't help but stretched out his head, leaned forward with his nose, and wanted to smell it carefully. Perhaps it was fascinated by the fragrance, and in an instant, there was a trace of greed in his mind. He wanted to kiss Yi Ren in front of him, and he completely forgot that this was in the flower shop. Xiaojun seemed to feel something, but suddenly raised his head, but saw Song Wen's face close to him. He was startled, then happy, and asked softly: "Why are you here?"

Suddenly, he found that Song Wen's face was getting closer, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "What do you want to do?"

"No...no."

Song Wen shrugged his head awkwardly and said quickly: "I just want to see you."

Two young girls who were watching the shop not far away laughed and Song Hu patted his forehead. He had never seen such a slutty person or such a slutty conversation.

Based on his experience of watching countless online love forums, he felt that Song Wen should say, "I miss you." It's just right. It's so slight that it's so sluggish that it makes people speechless.

Xiaojun gave him a blank look and said coquettishly: "It's not that I haven't seen it before."

He slightly tilted the messy hair on his forehead, glanced at Song Hu and the little girl who was looking at the shop in the distance, and asked Song Wen again: "What are you here to do?"

She originally thought that her lover was visiting him, so she was a little happy. But when she saw Song Hu behind her, she knew it was impossible. Moreover, with her lover's personality, she usually would not go out. She had a typical otaku personality, and she didn't know why she fell in love with him.

Thinking of it, I couldn't help but look at my sweetheart with resentment. He wouldn't come to see him. Do you have to send him a girl to him automatically? (To be continued...)
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