the moon is not as good as you

There is a flower pot on the window sill of the balcony, and there is a delicate blue enchantress in it.

Jiang Ningyu found it incredible - she remembered clearly that when she came to the United States, she was in the mood of dying, but he showed up with flowers.After she came back, she planted the blue enchantress into a flower pot and cultivated it carefully, but she also knew that this kind of flower didn't live long, so it was just a temporary scene.

However, before they left the United States, the blue demon girl had lost her appearance, how come she is alive again now?
"Is this still the one you gave me?" Jiang Ningyu happily asked Lin Xuyue.

"Ah."

"But how many years has it been..."

"It's true that it has withered, and it has been a specimen. In the past two years, it has been made into an eternal flower by genetic means." Lin Xuyue walked over and gently held her shoulder, "You see, as long as you are patient enough, love will last forever." go down."

Jiang Ningyu was so moved that she wrapped her hands around his neck and gave him a deep kiss.

Looking at the parents who were hugging and kissing on the balcony without avoiding suspicion, Jiang Zhiyi ignored them and went inside by herself. When she came out, she found that they were still kissing. She interrupted them involuntarily, "There is only one room here. Where do I sleep?"

Lin Xuyue hugged her wife without turning her head, "You sleep in the room with your mother, and I can make do on the sofa."

Jiang Zhiyi said "oh", "I thought I had to sleep on the sofa."

"You can sleep if you want." Lin Xuyue said immediately.

"It's okay if you want me to sleep." Jiang Zhiyi countered.

The final result was that all three of them made floor beds in the living room.

Turn off the lights at night, the quiet night flows in from the window, and the room is quiet.Jiang Zhiyi felt a certain kind of excitement in her heart, and couldn't fall asleep, so she tentatively asked, "Mom, are you asleep?"

On the other side of the sofa, Jiang Ningyu's non-drowsy voice sounded, "No, what's the matter?"

"The last time I saw a book, there was a section about you... It said that you served as the chief of the Philharmonic Orchestra for several years, but you resigned after only showing your face for a month."

"Ah."

"Why?"

"Everyone has his own aspirations, your mother, I don't want to go that way."

"But you can not leave at the beginning, why did you go to the orchestra and then regret it?"

"You do not understand."

"I don't understand, but you can tell me so I can understand?"

There was a long silence in the air.

"Knowledge..." Jiang Ningyu sighed softly, "When you grow up, you will understand that people often cannot help themselves, and there are only a few decisions that they can make."

Jiang Zhiyi was silent for a moment, "Then when we come to the United States this time, can we go and see our grandparents?"

Another moment of silence.

Then Jiang Ningyu replied flatly, "Don't go, the road is too far."

However, Lin Xuyue, who had not said a word, suddenly said, "The speech will only be tomorrow, and you can go to Toronto before returning home."

The next second, there was a flapping sound in the air.

Probably guessing that his father was beaten by his mother, Jiang Zhiyi said obediently, "I'll just ask, it doesn't matter if I go or not."

On the day of Jiang Ningyu's speech, Jiang Zhiyi was sitting in the front row of the auditorium.It was cold and snowy winter outside, and the house was warmly heated.

For the first time, I found that my mother's speech was so inspiring and extraordinary.A strong sense of pride gushed out, and Jiang Zhiyi's palms became red. After the school celebration, she followed her mother closely and took the initiative to get to know the big players in the music industry.

In the resplendent music hall, everyone has a noble temperament and a decent conversation.Jiang Zhiyi's heart was surging, and she couldn't help but took Jiang Ningyu's hand and said, "Mom, I like this place!"

Her eyes were bright and full of longing.

Jiang Ningyu smiled and said to her, "Apply if you like it. Mom supports you in pursuing what you like."

However, it was also that day that Jiang Zhiyi saw that "patient" again.

It was when they had just walked through the square that suddenly a boy in a black woolen coat was holding a violin bag and blocked their way.

The boy with a pair of dark gray-blue eyes is cold and handsome, with a refined temperament.

He seemed to have forgotten about Jiang Zhiyi, his eyes passed her face naturally, and he said to Jiang Ningyu, "Hello, an old friend of yours asked me to give you this violin."

He opened the gig bag to reveal a guarneri with maple grain.

The moment Jiang Ningyu saw the violin, the smile on Jiang Ningyu's face froze.

"Wow, what a beautiful violin."

Jiang Zhiyi reached out to touch it in surprise, but was grabbed.

Jiang Ningyu gave her a warning look, then turned to the boy in front of her who looked about the same age as her daughter, with a gentle tone, "Young man, you look a lot like an old friend of mine."

The other party immediately introduced himself, "My name is Huo Liusi."

"Surname Huo?" Jiang Ningyu gave him a meaningful look, "It's a good name, but please tell that old friend, I didn't accept this piano at the beginning, let alone accept it now."

Huo Liusi stopped her again.

Then he looked at Jiang Zhiyi with a vague gaze, "That old man knows that you don't want to accept it, but he knows that your daughter will definitely live up to this violin."

"I know." Jiang Ningyu suddenly turned her head and asked her daughter, "Do you like it?"

However, Jiang Zhiyi, who was still amazed just now, has already restrained her expression, "I like it." She immediately added, "But I don't like gifts for no reason."

"Did you hear that?" Jiang Ningyu smiled at him, then pulled Jiang Zhiyi away.

Huo Liusi didn't stop them again.

"Mom, why are your hands so cold?"

After walking for a while, Jiang Zhiyi couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"It's cold." Jiang Ningyu replied lightly.

Just at this time, Lin Xuyue drove over.After consciously getting into the back seat of the car, Jiang Zhiyi couldn't wait to talk, "Dad, a strange boy just wanted to give us a violin!"

"What boy?" the man asked.

"What is it called Huo Liusi? I read that violin in a book, and it seems to be an antique." Jiang Zhiyi paused, "By the way, I have seen that boy before, and he appeared near our school before."

"What?" Jiang Ningyu was taken aback, then turned around and asked, "When did it happen?"

Jiang Zhiyi thought about it for a while, "About a month ago? Wearing a hospital gown, fighting with someone... At that time, I thought he escaped from some mental hospital."

Jiang Ningyu didn't ask any more questions.

Lin Xuyue glanced at the rearview mirror, then turned her head to look at her wife, and didn't ask any more questions.

However, after returning home, Lin Xuyue pulled Jiang Ningyu into the room, and asked with concern, "Why this expression? It has something to do with the boy you just mentioned?"

Having long been accustomed to his keen insight, Jiang Ningyu slapped his hands off, took off his coat and hung it on the hook, and turned around with a flat tone, "That boy... looks somewhat similar to Burton."