Feng Feng saw him laughing strangely and said in confusion: "Hey, Ye Jia, are you making a fool? Why are you laughing like that?"
He quickly shook his head, saying that this secret must at least wait until she washes the dishes before she can tell. [26nbsp;]
"Xiaofeng, what will we do in the afternoon?"
"I have to concentrate on washing dishes, and I can't think about other things. I can't use it in two ways."
He is not a kind person, so Ye Jia had to classify and wipe the washed dishes and dry them.
The warm winter sun shines on the grass, in the colorful red rose garden.
The soft thick carpet was spread out, and the two lay quietly on it, their eyes closed and drowsy.
"Xiaofeng..."
"Yeah."
“My favorite thing is to lie on the grass and watch the sunset and dusk.”
"I like to sit by the window and watch the sunset, but it's not as comfortable as this." Because at that time, I didn't have such grassland, and there were no people with me.
Ye Jia turned over and sat up, picked up a French version of "The Little Prince": "Xiaofeng, I'll read it to you..."
He recited in French with his voice and emotion, as if he was a drama actor, his voice was soft and gentle. Feng Feng's amateur elective was French when he was in college. Although he had regressed a lot after many years, he had a lot of regressions in the French version of "The Little Prince",
She can memorize it with ease, because she chose French when she wanted to read the original version of "The Little Prince". She also used "The Little Prince" to strengthen her reading and listening practice.
Ye Jia was completely selfless and had a passionate voice. She leaned against him and listened attentively. When she met the little prince's dialogue, she couldn't help but interfere and recited.
This time, it was Ye Jia's turn to look at her in surprise, listening to her voice as crisp and pleasant as a child. He lay beside her, his heart full of joy, as if he was looking at the only rose in the world, which belonged to him.
rose.
Then he used Chinese again. He said that he liked the two versions of French and Chinese the most because they were most suitable for recitation. The little prince had a rose. He once thought she was unique, but once, he was in a garden.
In the middle, you can see five thousand identical roses. The little prince was very sad. The fox told him, "It is the time you spent on your rose that makes your roses so important."
Feng Feng listened quietly to him and read what the little prince said to the five thousand roses:
"You are beautiful, but you are empty... No one can die for you. Of course, my rose is the same as you in the eyes of a passerby. However, for me, her only one,
It's much more important than all of you. Because, she was the one who watered me, she was the one who covered me, she was the one who covered me, and she was the one who covered me, and I removed caterpillars (only two or three
It is also her who wants to become a butterfly. I hear her complaining and praising herself, and sometimes I silently confront her. She is my rose..."