Perfection of Rebirth

Chapter 187 Little Love Song

"It's all your fault, the dishes are going to be cold," Bai Xue said.

"Hey, the soup is just right now, I'm going to fry a steak, and you put the other dishes in the microwave to heat up," Jiang Hui said.

"Fry the steak well, where are you looking! The steak will be mushy later."

After finishing their busy work, the two had a leisurely dinner. The wine was beautiful and the lady was very uncomfortable.

After dinner, Bai Xue took the initiative to clean up the kitchen.

"Let's sleep after watching a movie," Jiang Hui said.

"Okay, just enjoy watching a movie, don't play another mess," Bai Xue said.

"Hey, when you mentioned this, I thought of a joke, you're fine," Jiang Hui said.

……

Dad: "What do you want to be when you grow up?".

Xiao Ming: "Be a patient."

Dad: "No one wants to be sick."

Xiao Ming: "Then be a doctor."

Dad: "It's good to be a doctor, but what if you don't want to be a doctor."

Xiao Ming: "The one who repairs the pipes."

Dad: "What's the good of repairing the pipeline?"

Xiao Ming: "Or send it by express".

Dad: "Did you fucking play with my computer?".

Dad beat Xiao Ming up, and Xiao Ming cried and said, "Dad, please hire me a tutor."

……

"Is this a joke? Why can't I understand?" Bai Xue said.

"Hey, in those movies in the island country, many housewives have relationships with plumbing repairers, couriers, and tutors. Xiao Ming's father must have such movies on his computer, and Xiao Ming saw them. So...you know", Jiang Hui said with a smirk.

"What are you doing online every day, really," Bai Xue said.

"What can I do? I'm busy writing songs at home all day long."

"You still write songs. Your purpose of writing songs is not good. I was foolishly captured by your song "Encounter". No, you have to specialize this song for me," Bai Xue said.

"I have prepared other songs for you. I originally wanted to sing them to you on the first anniversary of our acquaintance. If you want them now, then sing them to you now," Jiang Hui said.

"Well, wait a minute, I'll turn on the recording function of the phone, and I want to record it," Bai Xue said.

……

"Is it set up? I'm going to start. Today is April 2014, 4. I gave a song "Little Love Song" to my dear Snow White. May she be happy every day." Jiang Hui cleared his throat and began to sing: "This is a simple little love song

singing the twists and turns of people's hearts

i think i'm happy
when there is your warmth
The air around the feet turns

It's a simple little love song

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The next day, the two of them naturally had contact with each other at a distance. They stayed in the Bauhinia Garden until almost noon before going to school.As the temperature gets warmer, the poplar trees on both sides of the school road begin to take on a new look.

In April, the imperial capital, thousands of miles of poplar trees, thousands of miles of fluttering.Looking inside and outside the city, there is a vast expanse of white catkins; big rivers and small ditches are fluttering.Xu dances with the wind, enters through the window, and wants to compete with Feixue.It will take a few days to see that it is wrapped in white and plain, and it is extremely entangled.In the streets and alleys, pedestrians pass by, unbearably disturbed.

The imperial capital is so charming that countless men and women wear masks.Cherish the sanitation aunt, helpless; the masses of the people, it is difficult to come up with a good idea.A generation of geniuses, old and young in Xinxiang, only hope that Yang Xu will disappear soon.

"I only saw catkins fluttering in articles before, but I didn't expect poplar trees to have so many catkins," said Bai Xue, covering her mouth and nose.

"I heard that Song Meiling liked French sycamores back then, and Chiang Kai-shek planted sycamore trees in Nanjing. Love a person, love a city! I just want to ask, who was the tree planter in the imperial capital? Did his wife like it? Poplar catkins?" Jiang Hui followed Bai Xue's example and covered his mouth and nose.

The spring in the north is very violent. A few days ago, the poplar trees were bare, but now they start to fluff. In a few days, the trees will be full of green leaves, as if winter has passed in a few days.

(End of this chapter)