city ​​garden without flowers

Xia Yang has not officially joined the job yet, so these days are relatively free, and it took him two days to complete the moving work.

It was rare for Lu Chuanhuan to get off work on time that day. When he entered the house, he found that the cardboard boxes piled up in the living room yesterday had disappeared. He thought he had gone to the wrong door.

"Are you cleaning up so quickly?" Lu Chuanhuan said with emotion.

"I don't have much stuff anymore." Xia Yang cleaned up the house after tidying up, like a snail girl.

"I feel like you are very good at housework." Lu Chuanhuan praised him.

"Because I've been alone abroad, so I don't know how to do this kind of thing." Xia Yang smiled.

Lu Chuanhuan suddenly sniffed, he smelled a fragrance, followed the smell, walked to the kitchen and lifted the lid of the rice cooker.

In the rice cooker are ready-made chicken legs. The chicken legs are firm and plump, and the sauce is wrapped on them, which looks smooth and delicious.

Lu Chuanhuan swallowed his saliva: "Mr. Xia, you are too virtuous, can I eat?"

"Yes, I cook a lot." Xia Yang was a little proud, "If you don't work overtime in the future, you can come back for dinner, just send me a message and I can order more dishes."

Lu Chuanhuan had already taken out the bowls and chopsticks familiarly, and said while holding them: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

"It's quite simple to make this chicken leg. I often cook it abroad." Xia Yang also came over and looked at him expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

Lu Chuanhuan ate food in a hurry, even licking the bones clean, his eyes lit up: "Mr. Xia, this is too delicious, you can go out and open a food stall."

"It's actually quite simple." Xia Yang smiled shyly.

"This is talent. You see, I was often alone when I was young, and I didn't know how to do any housework." Lu Chuanhuan helplessly spread his hands and put down the bowl.

"I'll cook another dish, and I'll eat in a while." Xia Yang was very happy to see that Lu Chuanhuan liked to eat. He always felt that eating with more people would be more enjoyable.The life of studying abroad taught him to be independent, but it was also really lonely.

After dinner, the two of them cleared the table together, and Lu Chuanhuan took over the task of washing the dishes.

"I thought you didn't know how to do any housework." Xia Yang sealed the remaining chicken legs with plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator. They can be eaten tomorrow.

"I definitely know how to wash the dishes." Lu Chuanhuan moved skillfully, "If you don't do anything, it would be too irresponsible."

"Is this Brother Lu's self-consciousness in taking on the housework?" Xia Yang teased him.

"We from Chongqing love our wives very much." Lu Chuanhuan smiled. He always restrained himself when he smiled. No, there is no way."

After tidying up the kitchen, Lu Chuanhuan came out and saw Xia Yang was playing with those flower pots on the balcony, each of which contained flower seedlings.

"What is this?" Lu Chuanhuan asked him.

"These two pots are the nameless Jude." Xia Yang looked up and answered him, "It's a kind of rose, and it blooms beautifully."

Lu Chuanhuan saw those small flower buds showing a little yellow.

"The flowers are yellow apricot. The flowers are relatively round, like steamed buns. They smell very good, and they are fruity. They can bloom in all seasons. I used to have a pot in New York. The smell makes me feel good." Xia Yang said While talking, he cut off the buds neatly. He saw Lu Chuanhuan's surprised expression, so he explained, "I cut it to grow seedlings. I changed the pots for the flowers that arrived yesterday."

"It turned out to be like this. I only raised bean sprouts with my daughter." Lu Chuanhuan smiled, "It's still homework for school. Grab a handful of beans and put them in the water, and observe the growth of bean sprouts."

"Jude is pretty easy to feed, I'll keep one, it blooms very beautifully." Xia Yang talked about this kind of field he was familiar with, and his eyes were bright.

"Then my daughter must like it. She likes beautiful things." When Lu Chuanhuan mentioned his daughter, his expression softened a lot.

"Let her take a look when it blooms." Xia Yang sincerely offered an invitation.

Xia Yang met Lu Chuanhuan's daughter sooner than expected.

When he came back from school that day, he saw a little girl sitting on the steps in front of the house. She looked like eight or nine years old. She held her schoolbag in her arms and buried her face in it. She seemed to be asleep.Xia Yang thought someone's child was lost, so he walked over and squatted down, leaving a suitable distance in between before softly speaking: "Little sister, are you lost?"

The little girl raised her head slowly when she heard the voice, she subconsciously clenched her schoolbag tightly, her eyes were a little flustered: "I, I'm here to find Dad."

Xia Yang just laughed. He is always kind and likes children: "Then where does your father live? Do you want my brother to take you to find him?"

The girl was still very defensive, she pursed her lips and shook her head, and said firmly, "I'll just wait here, Dad will be back soon."

Xia Yang didn't insist anymore, he stood up to open the door, the moment he inserted the key into the lock, the girl stood up suddenly, her little face became surprised: "You, why do you have the key to my house?"

Only then did Xia Yang realize that the little girl's eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Lu Chuanhuan's, and he laughed out loud: "So you are Tongtong, my name is Xia Yang, and I am your father's friend, come in, I will call your father Telephone."

Tongtong obviously has a strong sense of self-protection. She held her schoolbag and looked at Xia Yang, but she was still not at ease, so she said, "I want to call Dad first."

Xia Yang felt a little depressed. He was actually regarded as a potential villain by a child. He had never had such experience. He unlocked the phone and handed it to her with some helplessness: "Neng, here you are."

Tongtong skillfully pressed Lu Chuanhuan's mobile phone number, and the address book automatically matched the number, so before the call was connected, Tongtong said to Xia Yang: "So brother, you are really a friend of father."

Lu Chuanhuan answered the phone, still in that lazy tone: "What's the matter, Teacher Xia?"

"Father! It's me!" Tongtong suddenly became happy, "I came to look for you, why are you not at home?"

Lu Chuanhuan hesitated for two seconds, and quickly analyzed the situation. He answered her a little helplessly: "Dad is working overtime today, is Uncle Xia by your side?"

"Uncle Xia?" Tongtong glanced at Xia Yang, "Dad is he talking about this good-looking brother?"

"Yes, you give him the phone number." Lu Chuanhuan murmured in his heart, his daughter is really a real face control.

Xia Yang answered the phone: "Brother Lu, can I take care of you first?"

"Yes, sorry to trouble you, I'll be right back." Lu Chuanhuan was still a little helpless.

"It's okay, I'm idle anyway." Xia Yang smiled, pressed a speakerphone, and said to Tongtong, "Your father asked me to take care of you first."

Tongtong obediently agreed, she said goodbye to Lu Chuanhuan, and then followed Xia Yang into the house.Compared to before, Tongtong instantly became more active, with a smile on her face, she changed her shoes and sat on the sofa with ease.

Xia Yang poured her orange juice, she was obedient and lively and said thank you, without any shyness when facing strangers, she turned on the TV and looked for cartoons to watch.

Xia Yang poured a glass of boiled water for himself, when Lu Chuanhuan sent another WeChat message.

"Brother Lu: I'm sorry, I'll be right back."

Xia Yang replied "It's all right", the sweet smell floated in the air, he seemed to look towards the balcony, and the leftover bud belonging to Jude had opened at some time, the bun-like flower, full and tender The round, pale yellow hue is very beautiful, and it stands there quietly, as if it has accomplished some kind of mission.

Xia Yang looked at Tongtong's face again, the face of this young girl was innocent and clear, like a newborn flower, Xia Yang smiled softly, and said softly: "What a coincidence."