Mature Man's Sweet Love

Sufan got up and moved carefully in the living room. Now she was the only one. She didn't have to be reserved, but she was bold and timid to visit the house.

Is this his home? He said that this is his house, but the decoration here is much more beautiful than the one she had been to before. Only such a house can be worthy of him!

Su fan walked through a partition in the living room. There was an oval balcony protruding slightly. There was a piano, a pure white vertical piano with a cover like a bird's wings. She walked over gently and stroked the smooth cover with her fingers. She wanted to sit down and play a song, but she couldn't.

Does he live here?

Su fan looked around and became more curious about him.

He's a man of great taste, she thinks.

"Miss Su --" nanny Aunt Zhang came and called Su fan.

"Aunt Zhang, don't call me that. It's strange." Su fan laughed and said, "just call me Xiao su."

Aunt Zhang opened her mouth but closed it again. She said with a smile, "OK, Xiao Su, go to bed and lie down for a while. I'll call you when the food is ready."

On the second floor, Aunt Zhang opened a door for Sufan and said, "this is your room. If you need anything else, just tell me. I'll buy it for you. You've just been discharged, so try not to walk around. "

Sufan thanks Aunt Zhang and goes to the window to sit down.

It is a wide bay window, white curtain occasionally in the wind under the swing of a few, the window a good spring.

Oh, by the way, you should call him to say that you can't take it for granted if you live in someone else's house for nothing!

So, Sufan sent a text message to Huo Shuqing, saying that he had already lived in the house, thanking him for caring about himself.

At this time, Huo Shuqing is on his way here. He looks at Su fan's message and smiles, but he doesn't reply.

Looking at such a comfortable room, Sufan wanted to lie on the bed and feel it. As soon as he lay down, he fell asleep.

Huo Shuqing's car stopped in the yard, pushed the door open and went in.

Aunt Zhang is putting the tableware. When she sees Huo Shuqing, she says, "lunch will be ready soon. Shall I go up and call Xiao Su?"

"I'll go!" Huo Shuqing finished and went upstairs.

When he came to the door of Sufan's room, he stood for a minute or two, but still raised his hand and knocked on the door. There were two taps, but no answer.

This girl, is she asleep?

He thought about it, pushed the door in, and sure enough, he saw her sleeping on the bed. Her sweet sleep showed that she was very comfortable now.

Huo Shuqing sat by the bed and looked at her. He didn't see her this week. It seems that she is much better than before. He still remembers her frowning in his arms.

She is like a kitten, nestling peacefully in her own nest. Before, the kitten stood up her hair, stretched out her claws, and tried to stick to something.

All of a sudden, his mobile phone rang, which woke her up.

Huo Shuqing quickly got up, went to the window and answered the phone. Su fan's face puzzled, a little surprised, but soon began to regret how he fell asleep. By the time she got out of bed, he had already hung up.

"Well, I was going to ask you for lunch, but you didn't open the door, so --" he explained to her for his behavior.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep," she said.

"How's your recovery?" He went out with her and asked.

"Well, I can't tell. I feel OK." She replied.

He turned to look at her, laughed and said, "that's good. I'll fly to Beijing in the evening. Now I'll come to see you. I'm relieved that you look good. "

Su fan's heart, seems to be surrounded by warm happiness, this short but illusory happiness.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Aunt Zhang had already brought lunch to the table.

"It's so sumptuous." Sufan exclaimed as he looked at the table full of food.

"You have just been discharged from hospital. You must make up for it, or you will fall ill." Aunt Zhang said to Su fan with a smile.

Su fan looks at Huo Shuqing and feels very embarrassed. He doesn't know what to say.

"Mr. Huo, I'll go first. You can leave the dishes and chopsticks in the pool. I'll come and clean them up in the afternoon. Miss Su, what can I do for you? " Aunt Zhang said.

"No, no, Aunt Zhang. Don't you leave after dinner?" Su fan asked.

"No, take your time. If you have any suggestions, please let me know." Aunt Zhang said goodbye with a smile and left.

Huo Shuqing has already begun to eat, but Su fan has not moved his chopsticks. After thinking about it, she still picks up the chopsticks to eat.

Neither of them spoke.

At the beginning, Su fan was a little uncomfortable. After all, the person in front of him was the distant one. But why was he getting closer to himself?

He seems to be in a good mood today. He never says a word, but he has a good appetite.She doesn't know what to say to him, so she won't talk and eat quietly.

However, after all, she could not help saying, "this dish is so delicious. I've never had such a delicious one before --"

he laughed silently and said, "Aunt Zhang's cooking skill is not built."

"Well," she said, nodding, "I'll learn from her."

"Can you do it?" He asked.

"In the third grade of primary school, my grandmother was sick and couldn't cook. My parents had to work in the field very early, so I cooked for the whole family. I did all the cooking in the morning, middle and evening." She laughed and said, "but I didn't do it very well."

He picked up the bowl to hold the chicken soup in the pot. Su fan stood up, took his bowl and put it in front of him. Huo Shuqing said "thank you" and asked, "what do you do in your family? "Farming?"

"There's a greenhouse. Plant some flowers for sale." She replied.

He nodded and asked, "it seems that there are many people growing flowers in Jiangyu, isn't it?"

"Well, it used to be less, but later it was popularized in the county, and more and more people planted it."

"Can you plant flowers?" He asked.

"There's a lot of work in the greenhouse. My parents work very hard, so I'll help them during the holidays, planting and selling flowers."

"Flower girl?" He looked at her with a smile.

She nodded and said, "my father has planted a lot of roses and will sell them on Valentine's day." She laughed, and then said, "we are not far away from the city, so we arrived in the city very early on Valentine's day, and began to sell them in the downtown, where there are a lot of people. They are 15 yuan in the morning, and they can only sell for 5 yuan at 8 or 9 p.m. the later the time, the lower the price. I remember that they sold for 50 cents at the lowest time. I love Valentine's day. Before I went to college, the flowers sold on Valentine's day were enough for my tuition for one semester. "

He did not speak, he knew that girls like Valentine's day, but today, he knew that the reason for loving Valentine's Day is not the only one.

After a while, he asked, "what about the flowers that can't be sold? The fresh-keeping period of fresh flowers is very short, isn't it

"Yes, but flowers have many uses." She didn't seem to be depressed at all because of her family's difficulties when she was a child. When she said this, she was in a high mood. She explained to him very carefully how to make dried flowers from petals and how to make tea from dried flowers. "She can also make rose dew and flower sauce. Jiangyu has a factory that specializes in flower dew and flower sauce. My father contracted some land in the countryside two years ago to grow roses for his workers It's from the factory. So the income is much better now than in the past. "

"Listen to what you say in such detail, then you can make flower tea, flower dew and so on?" He became more curious about her.

She nodded with a smile and said, "I've also learned what I taught in a dream of Red Mansions. I use roses to make rouge, but I just learn to play. Er, seal the rouge well, and collect the snow when it snows -- "

Huo Shuqing looks at her serious and enjoyable expression, and his smile grows stronger.

When she said that, she noticed the smile on his face, stopped quickly and asked awkwardly, "I, I seem to be too, too --"

"are you a flower fairy?" He asked with a smile.

She laughed dryly and lowered her head.

In fact, he can imagine what her life was like before. The income of flower farmers was not much. If it wasn't for industrialization, the average family was just food and clothing. No wonder Xiaoxue said that Sufan was so hard when she went to university. Although the conditions are hard, but this girl looks very happy, it's really rare!

However, Huo Shuqing's seemingly calm words made Su fan a little embarrassed, and he also noticed it.

They didn't talk until he put down his chopsticks and she stopped.

She wanted to help him clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but was stopped, so she had to sit in the living room and watch him.

"In fact, I seldom come to live in this house. Occasionally I come to this house on weekends." He came and sat next to her.

"Here, it's beautiful. Er, it's better than the picture." She said four times.

"The environment of this community is very good. You can take a walk outside at ordinary times, which is helpful for your recovery." He looked at her and said.

"Thank you, I," she said, pausing and looking at him, "I never thought I would live in such a beautiful house, like a dream."

He laughed silently and did not speak.

Her curiosity was so strong that it began to ferment and overflow.

"I see a piano over there. Can you play it?" She asked.

Huo Shuqing found that there was a kind of brilliance in her eyes, which was different from the confidence when she explained other uses of roses, but it also showed a kind of spirit - yes, spirit! Huo Shuqing suddenly felt that the girl in front of him was not as simple as he always thought. She was not simple, but clean. Her eyes, her expression and her heart were so pure, but like a naughty spirit, they always gave him unexpected feelings.He likes the feeling, really.

Such a spirit has brought Huo Shuqing to the past. She seems to have a kind of magic power, which has eliminated the dust of his official career for more than ten years and made him a relaxed and simple young man.

He stretched out his hands, lit them in front of her eyes and said, "look, this is the hand of the pianist."