Xia You Arbor: Looking to Heaven

Chapter 62 The Girl from the Countryside (1)
That year, Xia Tong was only 12 years old. She was still a little girl from the countryside. She still had two clusters of unnatural plateau red on her face. She opened her big eyes and held her father's hand. in the world.

The houses in the city are tall and numerous, painted with clean wall paint, they look so clean and beautiful, and they are not at all different from the gray and yellow mud houses in my hometown; She whizzed by; even the sun in the city seemed to be a bit dazzling, making her a little dazed.

Dad pulled her, got off the bus, and walked forward quickly.Dad's legs are very long and he walks very fast. She trotted all the way behind him. She watched her dad holding her hand, pursed her lips slightly, and ran more happily.

After walking for another ten minutes, we arrived at a large courtyard.The courtyard is divided into upper and lower floors, and many beautiful flowers are planted in the yard.It was the beginning of spring, and the flowers bloomed so beautifully that Xia Tong couldn't even name them, but they were still so beautiful that she wanted to pick one secretly.

But Dad didn't give her time to pick the flowers, so he kept pulling her and walked forward quickly.In the middle of the courtyard is a courtyard of more than 400 square meters. A huge banyan tree was planted in the middle of the courtyard. Dad pulled Xia Tong through the middle of the courtyard. The door of a house was open, and a short and fat woman stood at the door to dry wearing clothes.

Seeing Xia Tong's father holding a child she didn't know, she couldn't help asking curiously: "Hey, Lao Xia, whose family is this child?"

Dad stopped in his tracks and replied with a smile: "Oh, this is the child of my second brother's family. Something happened to his family, so he put the child in my foster care for a while."

Xia Tong blinked, looked up at her father, who looked at her seriously, she bit her lower lip, and lowered her head.

The middle-aged woman nodded, looked at Xia Tong and praised: "Oh, that's it, this girl looks really juicy."

Dad took her hand and said softly, "Xia Tong, call Aunt Wang."

Xia Tong pursed her lips, did not speak, turned around to touch the big banyan tree beside her, the thick bark rubbed against her little hand, a little bit painful.

Dad smiled shyly, turned around and said to Aunt Wang, "This kid is a bit shy, haha."

The aunt surnamed Wang smiled: "Haha, children are like this, it will be fine after a while."

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, her father dragged her to the second floor of the courtyard. She wiped her eyes and quietly followed behind her father.

The evening wind blew, and the fragrance of flowers was everywhere, but she was no longer in the mood to pick flowers.

As she walked, a series of monotonous tones suddenly attracted her. She followed the sound and saw a large piece of winter jasmine planted on the opposite balcony. The flowers hung down in clusters along the branches, golden One piece, so brilliant that people are in a trance.

A boy in a blue coat stood there, because the distance was too far, Xia Tong couldn't see his appearance clearly, but from the outline, he was vaguely a fair and beautiful boy, standing behind the flowers, holding a small silver cup in both hands The long box, the melodious sound of music emanating from the long box, his figure shrouded in the backlight, has a magical power that cannot be ignored.Xia Tong seemed to be enchanted, and stood there in a daze until her father pulled her. She came back to her senses, blinked her eyes, pointed to the musical instrument in the boy's hand and asked, "Dad, what kind of flute is that?"

Dad suddenly pulled Xia Tong very nervously, Xia Tong staggered and fell to the ground. She supported the ground with one hand to stabilize her body. , she couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Xia Tong looked up at her father aggrieved, but her father stared at her sternly, and growled in a low voice: "What did I tell you when I came here? You can't call me Dad, you understand?"

Dad looked very fierce, so fierce that she forgot the pain in her palm, and so fierce that her nose was slightly sour.

Xia Tong pursed her lips, clenched her palms, lowered her head, and said softly, "I'm sorry, uncle."

Dad breathed a sigh of relief, pulled her up, and stroked her hair approvingly: "Let's go."

The boy was still blowing on the opposite window sill, but Xia Tong was no longer interested in asking, but couldn't help but look back at him in silence. The fair and beautiful boy stood in the evening sunlight and golden flowers, pure and beautiful. And far away, people have an impulse that can't help but yearn for.

He walked to the innermost room and stopped, and just knocked on the door twice, a cheerful child's voice came from the door: "Daddy is back, daddy is back!"

The wooden door opened from the inside with a clatter, and a three or four-year-old boy threw himself into Father Xia's arms and shouted cheerfully, "Daddy!"

When Xia Tong heard the sound of father, her heart throbbed sharply. She clenched her fists and lowered her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father lift up the boy with a loving face, and kissed his fleshy cheek affectionately. He smiled and said, "Son, is there anyone who is obedient at home?"

"Yeah, Minmin is very obedient, did dad bring back something delicious?" Xia Min hugged her dad's neck and smiled cutely and brilliantly.

"Hehe, of course I brought you delicious food. Dad also brought you a sister back." Dad put Xia Min down and pushed Xia Tong who had tightly closed her eyes to him, "Come on, Min Min, call me sister."

Xia Min opened her big round and black eyes, looked at Xia Tong and smiled, opened her mouth to scream, but was stopped by a sharp female voice: "Minmin! Come here."

Xia Tong was startled by the voice, and turned her head to look, only to see a tall, thin, stylishly dressed woman with glasses coming out aggressively.

(End of this chapter)