city ​​garden without flowers

At Raffles that day, they still didn't meet Lin Yi. They went to a private restaurant for dinner. The children's set menu was exquisitely prepared, and the tableware was also cartoon characters that children like.

Although he didn't become a detective in the end, Tongtong was still very happy.

Lu Chuanhuan made an agreement with Lin Yi that Tongtong would go home with him to sleep one day, and send him back the next day.When making this call, Lin Yi's background sound was the sound of a piano, Lu Chuanhuan hung up the phone, and said to himself: "It's quite particular."

"Will Dad sleep with me today?" Tongtong looked at him expectantly.

Lu Chuanhuan smiled: "You will be ten years old soon, and you still need your father to sleep with you."

Tongtong pouted: "I want to hear you tell me a story."

"Okay." Lu Chuanhuan compromised.

"And if Dad doesn't sleep with me, there are only two beds at home. Does Dad need my brother to sleep with me?" Tong Tong asked him strangely.

Lu Chuanhuan was speechless, while Xia Yang laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

When he got home, Lu Chuanhuan said to Tongtong: "Uncle Luo Luo is getting married on the 10th, and he asked Tongtong to be a little flower girl. Are you happy?"

Tongtong took off the beret, put it on the table neatly, looked up at Lu Chuanhuan: "Then do I have a beautiful dress to wear?"

"Yes, there is also the little crown." Lu Chuanhuan said with a smile.

"Then I'm going to be a flower girl!" Tongtong nodded vigorously.

"What about dad?" Tongtong asked again.

Lu Chuanhuan poured her a glass of water: "Daddy is going to sing."

Tongtong's expression became very admiring: "Father is so amazing!"

Lu Chuanhuan became proud: "When the time comes, you have to remember to take a picture of Dad, oh no, you have to take a video."

Xia Yang thought they were cute when they chatted, with a smile on his face.

"What about brother? Does brother have any tasks?" Tongtong didn't leave any behind.

"I'm not that good, I'm going to be Luo Luo's best man." Xia Yang said modestly.

But Tongtong's expression suddenly turned strange, her eyes widened in shock: "Why do you want to be the best man!"

Lu Chuanhuan and Xia Yang looked at each other, and both felt that Tongtong's reaction was strange.

"Your elder brother Xia Yang is so good-looking, shouldn't he be the best man?" Lu Chuanhuan asked her back.

Tongtong blushed all of a sudden: "I, I don't want brother Xia Yang to be the best man! Isn't the best man going to be with the bridesmaid? I don't want it!"

Lu Chuanhuan was amused by her: "What is in your head? Why do the best man and bridesmaids get together?"

Tongtong frowned: "But don't the bride and groom want to be together? They also have to eat and sleep together."

Lu Chuanhuan admired his daughter's powerful ability to draw inferences from one instance to another, and laughed until his stomach ached.

"The best man and bridesmaid are different from the bride and groom." Xia Yang was also laughing, but he still explained seriously, "So my brother won't be with the bridesmaid, we are all just going to bless Luo Luo and sister Lingling."

Only then did Tongtong feel relieved.

Because of this, before going to bed at night, Lu Chuanhuan closed the storybook and touched Tongtong's shoulder with his finger: "Dad wants to ask you something."

Tongtong huddled under the quilt, her feet touched Lu Chuanhuan's calf: "Daddy ask."

"Do you like brother Xia Yang?" Lu Chuanhuan narrowed his eyes a little, with a bad expression on his face.

Tong Tong Lima pulled up the quilt and covered his entire face, which meant he refused to answer this question.

Lu Chuanhuan lifted the quilt, and stretched out his fingers to pinch the tip of Tongtong's nose: "It seems that Dad has hit the mark."

Tongtong blushed with embarrassment, but it's not cool to be exposed by an adult, so she said bluntly: "Dad doesn't like brother Xia Yang too! What's the matter!"

Lu Chuanhuan pinched her face: "Dad's liking and your liking are the same thing?"

"I don't want to talk to you!" Tongtong was furious and closed her eyes.

Lu Chuanhuan had bullied his daughter enough, and patted Tongtong's head through the quilt: "Okay, it's bedtime now."

Lu Chuanhuan turned off the night light by the bed, got out of bed and walked out. It was still early and he still had things to do.

The door opened, and the outside light flooded in at once.

"Father." Tongtong poked his head out from under the quilt, and asked him again, "Then what is the difference between my father's liking and mine?"

Lu Chuanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly forgot the words at this moment.

Tongtong was indeed sleepy, and yawned with tears in his eyes.

Lu Chuanhuan lowered his eyes and said softly, "Go to sleep today, good night."

The door was closed with a soft bang.

Xia Yang had just come out of the shower, and he was wiping his hair with a towel in his hand. The way he was wiping his hair was a bit rough, with tiny water droplets escaping from the ends of his hair, which reminded people of a puppy shaking water.

"Tongtong asleep?" Xia Yang asked.

"Just fell asleep." Lu Chuanhuan nodded, his eyes followed Xia Yang involuntarily.

Xia Yang loves roses very much. Now besides the original two unknown pots of Jude, he bought two new varieties, Eve Otome and Juliet, on the balcony.The former is pink on the inside and white on the outside, with layers of petals, beautiful and immortal.The latter is champagne-colored, with large, beautiful flowers, round and full.

Xia Yang squatted down and cut a well-bloomed Juliet. Lu Chuanhuan knew that he would put the flower in the transparent glass vase in his room later.

Every time Xia Yang changed the vase, he would only choose one flower from the balcony and cut it off. He said that the decaying flowers in the vase always made him feel more distressed, so he liked it very much and would not cut it too much.

Lu Chuanhuan said that his love is quite restrained.

Xia Yang was wearing cropped trousers, revealing his slender calves and ankles. He squatted there with his head lowered, and the back of his neck was smooth and fair.

Lu Chuanhuan was still thinking about Tongtong's words.

"What's the difference?"

Xia Yang stood up, carefully pinching the champagne rose flower in his hand, his expression was very happy.

Xia Yang is a person who is easy to cheer up.

Lu Chuanhuan poured himself a glass of water, but he still couldn't take his eyes off Xia Yang while drinking it.

Xia Yang was also thirsty, so he picked up his own glass of water on the table, so Lu Chuanhuan clearly saw Xia Yang's Adam's apple, slowly sliding up and down as the water swallowed.

After Xia Yang finished drinking the water, he pinched the side of the cup and put it down. His hands were also pretty, because his skin was very fair, and there were light blue blood vessels on his wrists.

Lu Chuanhuan finished his glass of water, but still felt thirsty.

He couldn't think of an answer to Tongtong's question, but his heart beat a little faster.

That night, Lu Chuanhuan had a dream. He stood at the intersection and waited for someone. The buildings were old and looked like Jiudukou, but Jiudukou would not be so noisy today.

Maybe the time has already moved forward, and Lu Chuanhuan couldn't remember who he was waiting for.

People never came, so Lu Chuanhuan had no choice but to look for it by himself. He became anxious as he walked, and forgot to slow down at the corner, and bumped into a person head-on.

At this time, the world suddenly fell silent, and Lu Chuanhuan could only hear the rustling sound of something in the man's hand.

There is also a sweet fragrance permeating the air.

Lu Chuanhuan raised his head, saw Xia Yang's face, and heard Xia Yang's distressed voice: "This is my last bouquet of flowers."

The flowers on the ground are too colorful, and the wind passes by, like a pool of swaying water.

"I'm going to give it to someone I like." Xia Yang looked into Lu Chuanhuan's eyes and said.

Lu Chuanhuan stretched out his hand subconsciously, and he said, "I don't have flowers, but I can be someone who likes you."