domesticated vicious dog

Chapter 25 Jasmine Fragrance

Gu Mo wiped his clothes with his hands in a habit, and took the fruit plate carefully, as if he was treating something fragile.

After a while, a voice as thin as mosquitoes and ants came.

"you are so kind to me."

But this sentence full of complex emotions was immediately overshadowed by the complaints of the girl beside him.

"Mother Hu, how long will it take to finish playing?"

"Quickly, my lady."

Perhaps his master never expected it to be heard, either.

Just like himself.

After Su Deng finished blowing his hair and was about to go to bed, he remembered to write a letter to Jiang Zhou and Cheng Xuexue.

As soon as I turned on the phone, there were 3 missed calls and 1 text message.

Su Deng directly pressed "Ignore" and called out the contact "Brother Zhou".

After a few rings, the phone was picked up immediately, and Su Deng roughly explained the ins and outs.

"Fortunately, Uncle Wang said he just had a fever and malnutrition."

"Well, I'll let him stay at my house for a few days before leaving."

"He seems to be quite pitiful, without the appearance of parents."

"I know, I know."

"Let me tell you, he is as cute as my Xiaobai."

Xiaobai is her rabbit doll, and she is currently pinching her ears and hugging her softly in her arms.

"Big eyes, and such a small mouth, my cheeks are bulging when I eat hahaha."

As night falls, sleep is sweet.

She dreamed of her childhood again.

The flashy past of childhood has been washed away by the waves of memory, very shallow, but it still shines warm in people's hearts.

At the back of the villa, standing quietly is the back garden that Lu Manman cared for. There are countless flowers there, but she can always recognize each bunch and remember the flowering period of each type of them.

When the next spring begins, she will always bend down gently and say "I look forward to seeing you again" or "Welcome back".

After the flower has failed, it will bloom quietly next time, but her mother left, but never came back.

This stunningly beautiful garden became Su Deng's silent and grand longing for his mother.

She often stays here for a whole day, and when she gets tired, she sits on the swing in the corner, swinging and swinging, as if she can swing back to the old days.

Gu Mo recovered from his injuries, went downstairs for the first time, opened the back door, and saw such a scene that made his heart tremble.

In the distance, the girl stood with her eyes closed among the flowers embracing each other, holding a piece of pure white in her hand, the wind chased the end of her hair, and the light seemed to be nostalgic, sparsely sprinkled on her fair cheeks.

She just stood there quietly, and became the only light in Gu Mo's eyes.

Feeling slightly moved, he borrowed a pen and paper from Aunt Sansao who was passing by the door, and began to copy.

Like a thief greedy for time, he held his breath, wishing that time would go slower, and slower, he dared not go to her side, he only hoped to use immature brushwork to keep an inch of time in front of him.

keep her smile.

The injury has recovered, he thought lonely, maybe this is the last time he saw her.

Suddenly, Su Deng seemed to have noticed something, saw him there, looked carefully at his hand holding the pen for a while, and then called for someone to come over.

Gu Mo had no choice but to put down the pen, folded the paper again and again, and carefully put it in his pocket.

He walked over, doing his best to look normal.

Su Deng circled around him, "The injury will heal soon, little cripple."

The embarrassment in Gu Mo's heart became even stronger, he pinched his washed black trousers, which was the attire he wore when he came here that day.

His angel is kind, and so are her family members, who have washed and dried him.

But no matter how clean it was, standing in front of her who was clean and bright, she still looked like a clown,
Seeing that he bowed his head and didn't respond, Su Deng pouted, stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek, and then sighed.

"Well, it feels really good."

Gu Mo's eyes widened, and he smelled that fragrance again, as if the first ray of morning sun was shining in the forest, and even the slight dizziness in his head was reduced a bit.

In the next second, he felt his body heat up rapidly, and the heart in his chest seemed to jump out of his throat.

Seeing him so shy that he wanted to shrink into a ball, Su Deng burst out laughing.

She always liked to tease him like this.

Gu Mo stared blankly, until Su Deng suddenly reached out to touch his pocket.

The square paper was taken apart, and the thin paper surface was as transparent as a butterfly in the sunlight.

"I've seen you sneaking around there a long time ago, what is this?"

Gu Mo had a bad heart and wanted to grab it, but Su Deng took the first step and held it above his head.

His face was wrinkled, as if he was about to cry in a second.

At this time, he was not as tall as her.

Su Deng turned around beautifully, Gu Mo wanted to reach out to grab her, but he didn't even dare to touch the corner of her clothes, he could only watch her take a full view of the painting on the paper.

A few seconds later, Su Deng said in surprise, "You can actually draw?"

The shifted center of gravity covered up the flustered thoughts, bringing Gu Mo back to life instantly.

His brain turned quickly, and he pointed to the flower she had been holding in her hand.

"Well, Jasmine is so pretty, so..." He accidentally lost his eyes.

"You actually recognized this as Jasmine?" Su Deng was slightly startled.

Because outsiders often confuse it with gardenia.

Gu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and said seriously: "Jasmine is white and jade-like, with umbrella-shaped flowers and top-growing cymes. The flowering season is from June to August every year. , Liu Zihui, a poet of the Song Dynasty, said 'The green leaves are as bright as the brilliance, and the ice flowers are light without makeup' is a famous sentence describing Jasmine."

While talking, Gu Mo suddenly realized, isn't this just the fragrance from her body?
It smells so good. In his memory, he has never had such a fragrant breath.

Su Deng widened his eyes and asked with a smile, "Why do you know so much?"

"I was at home and read a lot of idle books when I was bored." Gu Mo felt a little embarrassed.

Su Deng nodded, and returned the paper to him, regardless of the fact that the people on it were all drawn, but the flowers were only drawn in outline.

"Then do you know why Jasmine is so white?"

Gu Mofu folded the paper, put it in his pocket, and replied without thinking: "Black and white are all contrasted, because the surrounding environment is darker than it, so Jasmine's white looks so bright."

Just like her.

Su Deng was even more puzzled. She asked about color, but he answered about the relationship between light and shade.

"How long have you been learning to draw?"

The shape of the character on that piece of paper was crooked, and she didn't even bother to take a look at it, but at this moment, his words made her ask one more question.

Gu Mo shook his head honestly, saying that he just copied it normally.

Su Deng obviously didn't believe it, she took the boy's hand and walked into the villa.

The moment the skin touched, Gu Mo felt his entire palm was wrapped in cotton candy.

too soft.

The two came to a room in the corner of the second floor.

Su Deng stretched out her hand and pushed open the door, and walked in on her own. She put Jasmine on the table and began to fiddle with the canvas and paints.

"come here."

(End of this chapter)