There is a lot of vacant land in the Wen family's old house. The old man cleared a small piece of land and planted sunflowers.
Before you know it, its stem has grown taller, and before you know it, the flower disk has bloomed.
It was the first time for Xu Shiqi to watch sunflowers at such a close distance. It was just past seven o'clock and the summer sun was already very warm.
The old man connected the water pipe and was watering the sunflowers. When Xu Shiqi got closer, he realized that the man watering the plants with a straw hat was the old man. He didn't know whether to leave or stay.
"Good morning, Grandpa..."
The old man also saw her, glanced at her, and stuffed the water pipe into her hand.
“… I don’t know how.” Xu Shiqi held the water pipe helplessly, afraid that it would jump around, so he tried to hold it as far away from himself as if he were holding a snake.
"Water it as you like, water it as you like." The old man took off his straw hat and used it as a fan, saying generously. He didn't have much contact with this girl, but because his first impression was that her voice had hypnotized his husband, and he had heard too many good things about this girl from his husband from the beginning, so he couldn't dislike her at all.
Besides, she was really a very reserved and steady girl, much better than the impetuous little granddaughter. Apart from the gender... he had nothing to say about the partner that the little granddaughter had found herself. But it was precisely this gender that sometimes made him feel a little unhappy.
But what could she do? The stubborn little granddaughter had already chosen her.
"Shi Qi..."
Look, the little granddaughter is like a sunflower, she only revolves around this girl.
Wen Jialuo chased after him barefoot, holding an umbrella and said, "It's so hot, why are you standing here in the sun?"
The old man hummed twice.
"Oh, grandpa is here too!" Wen Jialuo turned around and smiled while shading Xu Shiqi from the sun. "Didn't you ask your old comrade to play chess with you today?"
"Do you still have grandpa in your eyes?" The old man took the straw hat back and asked Xu Shiqi to take back the water pipe, "Go, go, go back and put on your shoes."
"You know what, it feels really good to step on the soil," Wen Jialuo printed two footprints in the wetland, "It feels down to earth."
Xu Shiqi held back his laughter and tugged at her clothes: "Hurry up and put on your shoes. I still want to watch the sunflowers."
Wen Jialuo secretly made a face at her, gave her the umbrella, turned around and ran away.
Xu Shiqi stood aside, squinting his eyes and watching the old man watering the plants leisurely. He felt very peaceful inside.
This place is far from the city, but close to nature. The sunflowers that had drooped in the middle of the night are now standing straight, with their large orange-yellow flower disks facing the east.
Sunflowers are really interesting flowers. They rotate towards the sun. There is no plant that looks more alive and emotional than them. I heard that the flower language of sunflowers is silent love. It really makes sense. Even if its flower disk is big and its color is bright, it cannot compare to the scorching sun, just like humble feelings that dare not be expressed.
It was very similar to my past mood. My eyes would involuntarily fall on the girl, and my mind was also restrained. It was really an inexplicable attraction. Maybe their feelings were not dark and could not see the light of day. Just like sunflowers, they could also chase the sun in their hearts.
It is also said that once a sunflower blooms, it will no longer turn towards the sun, but will instead face the east. So, the girl walking towards me and I waiting for her here should be each other's sunflower and the unchanging east.
Wen Jialuo ran back in slippers, and Xu Shiqi reached out and pulled her under the umbrella. There was a shade here to protect them from too much burns, but it did not affect them from welcoming the bright sun in the east and listening to the whispers of the sunflowers.
On such a bright morning, the world is still beautiful after all.
(over)