After burning the paper and raising the incense, Han Jing got up and packed up the house. She displayed the bedding in another room, all covered with nylon cloth.

After cleaning the house, the dusty house also became brighter in the blink of an eye.

"Are you tired?" Han Jing asked.

"That's not."

Jiang Chengwen sat in a short chair and looked at the orange tree in the yard.

Very tall, nearly six or seven meters.

This reminded him of the days he lived in his grandparents in his previous life. It was not much different from here. The only difference was that there was an orchard under the house.

Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief, put his hand behind his head, and said, "To be honest, life here is really good."

“Fit for elderly care.”

Han Jing held up her chin and said, "But if she really stayed here for a long time, she would probably feel very comfortable at the beginning, but later she would only feel boring and boring, so she could only stay occasionally."

"No."

Jiang Chengwen shook his head and said, "I think this is pretty good. I remember there is an orchard under my grandparents' yard. In summer, the whole orchard is full of fruit. I asked three or two friends to bake some gadgets, drink wine, and listen to the song, and it feels pretty good."

Han Jing was a little surprised and blinked: "Dog, something is wrong."

"What do you say?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jing asked, "You are only seventeen years old, how can you always think about a life of retirement?"

Jiang Chengwen smiled, but no explanation.

It would be great if it was really seventeen, but unfortunately he was thirty-seven.

Jiang Chengwen said: "People say that ideals are full and reality is skinny. However, when people are young, they always put their ideals aside. Only when they are middle-aged or old will they remember that they have not achieved their ideals."

"But you are still young." Han Jing said.

Jiang Chengwen shook his head and said, "It depends on mentality. Age does not determine anything. My current idea is to try all the colorful things in this world. When you get tired of it, you should pursue the ideal life in my heart."

Han Jing seemed to understand. She looked at Jiang Chengwen and suddenly realized that she didn't seem to fully understand his heart.

Sometimes, dogs are the ones who are highly anticipated, whether they are family, school, or work, and they are all within their reach, but these things are actually not what he wants.

She smiled slightly and said, "Sometimes I really don't understand what you want, dog."

Jiang Chengwen thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

People are like this. Sometimes, they seem to have determined their goals, but when some things appear in front of them, they will always be shaken.

With the change of concepts, living becomes life.

"Stay for two more days." Han Jing said.

She raised her hand and pointed to a clearing outside the yard, which was full of weeds, as if it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

She said, "I will plant a sea of ​​flowers for you."

Jiang Chengwen was stunned for a moment, confused, and asked, "Why did you plant it for me?"

"Don't you like this kind of life?"

Han Jing withdrew her hand and said, "When you finish watching the flower world outside, I will take you back here. Before that, I will come back every year to do something. This year I will sprinkle seeds on the ground. If it grows well, it will be a sea of ​​flowers in the next year."

Jiang Chengwen was stunned when he heard this. He asked, "I thought you would scold me."

"Why scold you?" Han Jing asked.

Jiang Chengwen said: "After all, who would like to hear what I said?"

He was stunned and reacted, as if he had indeed said something he shouldn't have said.

It was clearly something hidden in my heart, but it was said casually.

This is not like him anymore.

Han Jing smiled calmly and said, "I like to listen."

She held her chin, looked at Jiang Chengwen's sideways and said, "You never told me this before. You can say more in the future, at least let me know what you want."

"Yeah……"

Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly he found that one day he could open his heart and speak his psychological words.

This feeling is really unusual for him.

"What about you?" he asked again.

"I..."

Han Jing thought for a while and said, "I didn't think about it, but my current idea is to follow you."

“There will be something slowly.”

Jiang Chengwen said: "When you think about it, tell me, and during this period I will guide you on the right track."

"I'm not talking about that."

"What is that?"

Han Jing put down her hand, stood up and said, "Just follow you simply."

...

The horn at night in the countryside is the croaking of frogs in the fields.

When the croaking of frogs and the croaking of insects in the mountain stream come to your ears, the sky will gradually fade away at this moment.

Several porcelain bowls, a small table, two people sat in the yard, eating and chatting, accompanied by the sunset and sunset.

Life is so comfortable.

When it was getting late and the sunset gradually faded, Jiang Chengwen began to put away his bowls and chopsticks.

With the well water washed down from the mountain, I cleaned up all this, felt the evening breeze blowing on my face, and the croaking of frogs and birds in my ears.

Jiang Chengwen sat on the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Han Jing turned to look and saw his breathing gradually calming down.

She got up and walked into the room, took a blanket out, and then carefully covered him.

It's still a bit cold in the country night.

After that, she took another plate and smelled the fragrance. It seemed that she had been put for a long time and was a little tide, but it was not in trouble. She would not kill anyone in the yard.

"Go to sleep."

Han Jing just sat in a chair with him.

She looked at the bright moon whose outline was gradually becoming clearer, and at this moment, she felt extremely relaxed.

In the past, my grandfather sat here with her.

Later she sat alone and looked at the moon.

Now, not only is the moon with her, but the person she loves the most is by her side.

This country yard is no longer as deserted.

She moved the chair and approached Jiang Chengwen. She carefully rested her head on his chest.

Feel his breathing up and down.

This person entered her life while she was confused, and she also did not dislike her bad birth.

Everything is so just right.

The days ahead will be just right.

...

In that sleep, Jiang Chengwen felt the tenderness on his chest, which made the things in his dream fuller.

It is a small house in the countryside, a peaceful and leisurely life, a sea of ​​flowers and orchards, and wheat and rice that can’t be seen at a glance.

The things in the dream are so unreal, but so beautiful.

By the time he woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. He had been sleeping for about an hour and it was completely dark.

The lights in front of the lobby behind him were on, and the lights were dim, shining on him, making the night less dark.

Jiang Chengwen opened his eyes and saw that he was covered with a blanket, while Han Jing beside him was lying on his chest.

“Um…”

Han Jing seemed to feel the movement under her body, so she stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes.

"Did I wake you up?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

"without……"

Han Jing pressed against his chest and said, "I'm a little tired."

Jiang Chengwen reached out and walked through her neck and placed it on her back.
To be continued...