There is a pear tree planted near the tailor shop facing the street.
This season was full of flowers, white and crystal clear. Xi Lanting walked down the steps and stood just under the tree. The sunlight covered his head and face, and his black hair had a faint luster.
A petal of pear blossom fell on his shoulder, and he brushed it away without leaving a trace.
Yun Qiao then realized that this person's fingers definitely smelled like flowers.
Xi Lanting was about to leave when he saw her standing at the door and looked back at her. He thought for a moment, pulled his arm out of the girl's arms, turned around and asked Yun Qiao: "Are you going home or going shopping?"
Yun Qiao: "Go home."
"Come." He waved.
Yun Qiao didn't know why and followed him.
Xi Lanting then said to the girl next to him: "You can go back by yourself. I have something to do today and I can't see you off."
The girl looked at Yun Qiao.
She frowned and took Xi Lanting's arm again: "You have a new love?"
"This is my niece."
"I don't care, you have to accompany me to listen to Pingtan." The girl said coquettishly, "You have to accompany me all day today."
Xi Lanting's expression was indifferent, and he was not embarrassed about missing the appointment. He lazily said: "I don't feel very well."
Girl: "..."
Xi Rong stepped forward at this time and blocked the girl from Xi Lanting.
The girl became furious and scolded Xi Lanting behind her: "You don't even have a good excuse. Every time you want to miss an appointment, you just say you're not feeling well. Why do you feel uncomfortable at this time?"
Xi Lanting did not look back and continued to walk forward: "It's a medicine jar. You can come whenever you feel uncomfortable. You can't choose the right time."
Girl: "Xilanting!"
Yun Qiao followed Xi Lanting into his car and saw him dozing with his eyes closed, so he asked, "Uncle Qi is not feeling well?"
"Not really, I'm just annoyed."
"Is Uncle Qi troubled by falling in love?" Yun Qiao looked at him.
Xi Lanting sighed: "I'm tired of eating and drinking."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Uncle Qi really suffered a lot just to live.
Xi Lanting seemed to be walking without any bones and would lean on any place he found. Now sitting in the car, he was also leaning on the back seat.
He put his left hand on his knee and tapped it carelessly.
Yun Qiao kept looking at his hands.
The fingers are nice-looking, dry, thin, and white, and the nails are neatly trimmed.
Yun Qiao had never seen a prettier hand than his, and his eyes kept falling on his left hand.
When she saw it to a certain extent, Xi Lanting raised her hand and raised it slightly: "Do you like my hand?"
Yun Qiao nodded: "I like it."
She added, "It looks good."
Xi Lanting smiled, and his laughter was lazy. His eyes were drooped, and there was no joy or warmth.
He stretched out his hand and said, "Here you go, play with it, and cover my hand if it's cold."
His hand almost reached in front of Yun Qiao.
Yun Qiao was not pretentious. She originally wanted to see such a hand, and she caught it. She was lustful, but not obscene, so she averted her eyes after a few glances.
Xi Lanting's hands were indeed cold, with no warmth at all, even though the weather had gradually warmed up.
"You should really go live in the south." Yun Qiao wrapped his hand in her palm, "I have been to Guangzhou, and the winter there is also very warm."
Xi Lanting closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, motionless.
Yun Qiao thought he wouldn't answer, but unexpectedly he spoke: "It's too far, I can't bear it..."
"What can't you stand?" Yun Qiao asked, "The journey?"
It takes several days to go to Guangzhou by boat or car.
People with poor health cannot bear long journeys, and Yun Qiao can understand that.
She thought she could choose to take a boat.
I don't know where this sentence was funny. Xi Lanting laughed and withdrew his hand.
He put his hands back on his knees, his smile did not diminish, and there was a gorgeous warmth lingering around him: "Yes, journey."