waiting for the flowers to bloom

Although it is summer, the place in York is not too hot.

Mrs Maisel liked to spend the afternoons sitting in the courtyard.A cup of coffee, a book, and sometimes open the ipad to watch TV series.

Later Song Fanfan also joined in, so there were two cups of coffee on the table.Sometimes both of them are reading, sometimes Mrs. Maisel is reading, and Song Fanfan is holding a computer and typing.

There is an artistic shelf on the top of the head. Plants that cannot be named grow all over the top of the head along the shelf, concealing part of the sunlight, and some long vines will hang down, swaying in the gently blowing wind, Quietly across the coffee on the table, across the corner of the book.

Usually there are only two people, and most of the time only one person can enjoy the beauty of the afternoon. In order to entertain Sui Dong, Song Fanfan had to bring an extra chair out of the attic, and even tidied up the courtyard one day in advance to make it look more tidy Some.

Because Sui Dong said he would give the dinner to him, so Sui Dong brought a lot of ingredients for dinner when he came in the afternoon.But it doesn't look like there are any particularly rare raw materials, and it seems that it is just like making some home-cooked meals.

It was only 2 o'clock in the afternoon when Sui Dong arrived, because Mrs. Messer had been preparing desserts in the kitchen in the morning, so he and Song Fanfan didn't have lunch after having some breakfast.

Song Fanfan has been helping Mrs. Messer, and he has been busy all morning without knowing it. When they put away the last batch of desserts, Sui Dong called and said that he was about to arrive.

Because he forgot to ask Mrs. Maisel about her preferences, Sui Dong specially brought two bottles of red wine. After all, Mrs. Maisel had to help with renting the house.

Mrs. Maisel thanked Sui Dong and invited him to sit in the yard, and then arranged snacks on the table.

"I have tasted famous desserts in many places, and then I started to make them myself, but I made them according to my own taste. Neither Fan nor I like particularly sweet ones. You can try to see if it suits your taste."

"Well...it's really delicious, and it tastes slightly burnt. Did you make it this morning?"

"That's right, I don't like to eat desserts that have been stored for a long time, especially biscuits like cookies. You can only taste the mellow aroma of the cream inside when you eat them with the temperature of the oven..."

Mrs. Messer was exchanging ideas on making desserts with Sui Dong. Song Fanfan came with a plate on which was placed a white pot, which looked like a jug, and three white cups.

"Oh, I almost forgot that there is my special black tea, thank you so much, Fanfan."

"I also found out by smelling the aroma of tea."

"You won't be disappointed." Mrs. Maisel smiled and poured black tea for the three of them on the table.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s summer, but Song Fanfan felt that this afternoon passed very long, just like that night, mainly because Sui Dong was talking with Mrs. Messer. It’s rare for Mrs. Messer to find such a talkative young man like Sui Dong. .

What surprised Song Fanfan was that Sui Dong knew no less about desserts than Mrs. Maisel, and he seemed to have a lot of experience.Song Fanfan would only interject a sentence or two when he mentioned himself occasionally, but most of the time he was listening to their conversations.

However, Song Fanfan felt that he was distracted. Under the still beautiful sunlight in the afternoon, he just felt that his mind was completely blank, he was not thinking about anything, and he didn't want to think about anything. He even wanted to just close his eyes and melt into this heart-warming In the tired sun...

"Fan? Are you okay?" Mrs. Maisel asked worriedly seeing his confused look.

"Sorry, I seem to be dozing off."

"Why don't you go back to your room and rest?" Sui Dong kindly advised him.

Mrs. Messer also advised Song Fanfan not to have a good rest recently, and to rest when he was tired.

Although Song Fanfan also liked having such a wonderful afternoon, maybe because Sui Dong was there, maybe because he was really sleepy, he still apologized to the two of them and went back to the room.

The bedroom window was open, and the light green curtains were gently blown by the wind, flickering to secretly bring in the sunlight.Song Fanfan lay on the bed, listening to the rustling rhythm of the leaves blown by the wind outside the window, his thoughts drifted away bit by bit.

Sui Dong spent a pleasant afternoon with Mrs. Messer. He got up and went to work in the kitchen around the time, while Mrs. Messer visited and studied in the kitchen.

It wasn't until the two of them finished their busy work that they realized that Song Fanfan hadn't come down, and Mrs. Messer was carefully preparing the plate, so they had to ask Sui Dong to go upstairs to have a look.

Sui Dong stood at the door of the bedroom and knocked lightly, but no one answered, so he opened the door.

At this time, the sun had not completely set, and the room was a bit dark, but because the windows were open, it wasn't stuffy, and Song Fanfan fell asleep facing the wall.

Hearing his even breathing, Sui Dong couldn't bear to wake him up, but it was still early, and he would easily suffer from insomnia at night after sleeping too much during the day.

"Fanfan? Song Fanfan?" Sui Dong lightly patted Song Fanfan's arm.

"Huh?" Song Fanfan opened his eyes, still a little confused.

"It's time for dinner. Mrs. Maisel is still waiting downstairs."

"Okay." Because he just woke up, Song Fanfan's mind was still a little unclear, and he didn't have time to put on his usual indifferent look. Sui Dong felt soft and bitter in his heart when he saw it.

Seeing Song Fanfan and Sui Dong come down, Mrs. Maisel asked him worriedly, "Fan, have you been too tired recently?"

"Fortunately, it may be that summer is a little lethargic."

"That's good, even though it's summer, you still have to take care of yourself."

"I will, thanks."

Counting the one on Sui Dong's birthday a few years ago, this is the second time Song Fanfan has tasted Sui Dong's craftsmanship.He didn't know whether Sui Dong was really talented or learned it specially. In good conscience, Sui Dong's cooking skills are not so good.Although he really doesn't understand how a person like Sui Dong who doesn't stick to Yang Chunshui has such good cooking skills?

He has seen Sui Dong's circle, and even if he hasn't seen it, he can learn about it through various media.Most of them are rich young people from various families, forming a circle that ordinary people cannot integrate into.

When we were together with Sui Dong back then, at most, I knew a few people who were close to Sui Dong, not too familiar, but that was enough to make Song Fanfan feel that, no matter in terms of ideology or experience, he had something to say. Enough to spark a collision.

Although he didn't want to see Sui Dong, Song Fanfan didn't intend to make things difficult for Sui Dong in front of Mrs. Messer, but today he has not been in a good state, and his whole body seems to have been pumped out of his soul.

Because of this, Sui Dong always wondered if he made Song Fanfan unhappy.

All in all, except for Mrs. Maisel, no one had a good meal.

Because Song Fanfan was sleeping all the time while making dinner, he automatically took over the job of cleaning the dishes after dinner, while Sui Dong was chatting with Mrs. Messer. Song Fanfan really didn't understand how the two of them had so much in common .

"Haven't you mentioned to Fan the last time you said you wanted to rent a house?"

"Not yet, I haven't figured out how to tell him."

"I think you must have done something to make him very sad."

Sui Dong only told Mrs. Messer that he liked Song Fanfan, but he never got a response from Song Fanfan. Besides, he thought that the British should still pay attention to other people's privacy. This kind of question probably wouldn't be too deep, but no. Thinking that Mrs. Maisel would say something so absolute made him a little embarrassed for a while.

But in a flash of thought, he was relieved again. This is the way it is. Even if Song Fanfan didn't say it clearly in front of Mrs. Maisel, his obviously unnatural behavior would definitely attract Mrs. Maisel's attention.

Exhaling lightly, Sui Dong smiled lightly, "That's right, I did something too much, I don't know if I still have a chance to walk into his heart, but I want to try, I don't want to let He left me."

Mrs. Maisel looked at him quietly, paused for a few seconds before saying, "I really like you two very much. I liked this quiet child very much when Fan first moved in half a year ago. He is just like me. But I found that Fan is always alone, he has no friends, no girlfriend...or boyfriend, I often feel that he lives like an old man than me, I didn’t ask for privacy reasons I've passed him, but I'm actually worried about him."

Listening to Mrs. Messer talking about Song Fanfan's situation in the past six months, Sui Dong thought that he was lucky enough to see another side of Song Fanfan.

The things on his homepage gave people a completely different feeling from what Song Fanfan showed in front of him.There is probably another world of Song Fanfan, where he can talk freely and make friends from all over the world, or maybe, there is all that Song Fanfan's brain wants to express.

Sui Dong often felt that perhaps Song Fanfan would prefer to live in the world imagined in the novel. He didn't know whether Song Fanfan's world was the Two-dimensional world that is often said on the Internet or several yuan. He only felt that the current Song Fanfan was far away from him. So far away, like a phantom.In a trance, he would think, maybe one day Song Fanfan no longer wants to be connected with this world, then he will really never see Song Fanfan again.

When Sui Dong came back to his senses, Mrs. Maisel was still talking.

"...So, I still appreciate your masculinity." He winked at Sui Dong as he spoke.

Sui Dong understood, turned his head slightly and saw Song Fanfan walking over from the corner of his eye.

Song Fanfan didn't care what Sui Dong was saying to Mrs. Messer. After tidying up the kitchen, he didn't know what else he could do, so he went to the small living room to see if Mrs. Messer had anything to help.

"Sui, I'm very sorry to keep you waiting here, but I may need to go out for a while, you can do it yourself."

"It's okay, please don't worry about me."

"Mrs. Messer, are you going out?" Song Fanfan didn't know what was going on with Mrs. Messer at the moment, and left Sui Dong here. He didn't want to talk to Sui Dong at all.

"Yes, I made an appointment with Mrs. Hasson to travel to Florida before, and I don't know how her time is." Messer opened the door and went out after finishing speaking. Song Fanfan and Sui Dong were left in the room, and the atmosphere changed instantly. Get stiff.

It was impossible for Song Fanfan to leave Sui Dong downstairs and go back to his room by himself.He had no choice but to pull the chair farthest away from Sui Dong and sit down, "Thank you for your hard work today, it's delicious."

Sui Dong knew that Song Fanfan didn't eat well, but he didn't want to explain, "As long as you like it. Desserts are also delicious."

"Mrs. Maisel's desserts are really good."

"I heard from Mrs. Maisel that you have lived here for half a year?"

"almost."

"Well... I... I have been in the UK for two weeks, and the previous house was only rented for a month, and it seems to have been rented to someone else. Mrs. Maisel said that if I have no place to live, I can come and share the rent with you Is it okay?" Sui Dong asked cautiously, not knowing at all.

"You want to live here?" Song Fanfan was a little surprised that Mrs. Messer would agree to rent a house for Sui Dong. The key is that there are no extra bedrooms, so what he means is...

"Well, I... I can just live in the attic, and I will never disturb you."

Sui Dong's question was too sudden, and Song Fanfan didn't know how to deal with it for a moment, not to mention that he was only a tenant, and Mrs. Messer had no right to dispute whoever she wanted to rent to, but he never imagined that so many things had happened. After that, the two of them will still be in this situation.

He can probably guess Sui Dong's intentions, but what can he do?Looking for a place to live again?There are a lot of tourists in York in summer, not to mention that it is difficult to find a house at the moment, but it is really found. If she wants to move out because of Sui Dong's rent, Mrs. Messer will definitely feel uncomfortable.

Song Fanfan didn't say anything, and fell silent, which made Sui Dong even more flustered.

He didn't know what Song Fanfan was thinking at the moment. He wanted to get closer to Song Fanfan, but he didn't want to force him to compromise. The matter of renting a house was entirely because he wanted to give it a try.If Song Fanfan really minds, he can continue to live in the current place, or look around in the future.

But Song Fanfan's silence made Sui Dong a little at a loss, if it doesn't work, let's forget it...

"like……"

"It's up to you, the house is not mine, it's Mrs. Messer's freedom to rent it to." Sui Dongzheng wanted to say that if Song Fanfan was really in trouble, he could think of other ways.

"Thank you... It's getting late, so I'll go back first, and say hello to Mrs. Maisel for me, thank you."

As if he was afraid that Song Fanfan would go back on his word, Sui Dong didn't stay any longer and left in a hurry.

Later, Mrs. Messer mentioned this matter again, and Song Fanfan really wanted to ask her if Sui Dong had said something to her, but he didn't know how to start the words.

Mrs. Maisel had already had someone clean the attic, cleared away the accumulated debris, and arranged the bed and cabinets. It looked like it was drawn in a fairy tale book.

But...how did things become like this?