Song Yaoyao ran so fast that she was out of breath.
In a short period of time, I ran to the greenhouse.
The flower house is a huge glass house. The winter scenery is bleak outside, but the inside is full of spring, full of flowers.
The crescent moon hung on the black sky, and the bright and soft light poured down.
The lamp was lit inside, and only a figure could be seen vaguely.
The man has sparse eyebrows and a long body like jade.
He was wearing a shirt and a long coat over his shoulders.
It's strange, when Song Yaoyao didn't see him, she wished she could put on her wings and fly directly in front of him. But when she really saw it, she slowed down her pace, and even controlled her breathing to the lightest, for fear of disturbing the other party.
She walked over lightly.
The light above the head shone on the man's face. His long eyelashes cast an arc of light under his eyelids, which was enough to amaze everything in the world.
Charming and beautiful.
"elder brother."
Song Yaoyao lay on the side of the glass door, beckoned to Huo Yunque with both hands, and asked weakly, "Can I come in?"
The door was not locked, but after knowing that tonight was Huo Yunque's mother's death day, Song Yaoyao didn't dare to do anything wrong.
The small figure, standing outside was shrunk by the cold wind, shivering from time to time, looking at the pitiful one.
Huo Yunque had no choice but to walk over and open the door.
"There's no lock, why don't you come in?"
"I, I dare not!"
She pouted and muttered, Xiao ran in and quietly grabbed his fingertips.
The temperature of the greenhouse is constant, and it will be adjusted over time to ensure that the flowers in the greenhouse can bloom at their best.
It was Song Yaoyao's first time here, and she opened her mouth in amazement.
Following Huo Yunque to shuttle among these flowers, I am used to seeing the bleak and withered scenery in winter all day long. At first glance, the flowers are thriving, but I am not used to it.
It's like falling into a crack in time and space and entering another world.
There are flowers all around, of all kinds.
Those Song Yaoyao knew and those she didn't know, in short, they were all good-looking.
And unlike the neatly pruned ones she had seen, the flowers in this greenhouse grew wildly!
For example, on the shelf in front, there are dense roses, and there is a set of wicker chairs and wooden tables underneath, with a purple sand teapot on top.
Looking to the side, there are pots of orchids on the shelf.
In addition, there are many green plants.
"People who grow flowers must be very good at enjoying life, right?" Song Yaoyao sighed, she felt her heart was quiet after entering here, sitting here drinking a cup of tea, she would relax both physically and mentally.
"no."
Huo Yunque pursed his lips, "She is very noisy."
"Ah?" Song Yaoyao knew that the flowers in the greenhouse were planted by her brother and mother. So Huo Yunque's answer was naturally aimed at his mother, so—
She asked: "Is it more noisy than me?"
Huo Yunque thought for a while, then nodded, "Well, it's more noisy than you. Your words—" He lowered his eyes and looked at Song Yaoyao, "very good."
"Bang bang bang..."
Song Yaoyao's heartbeat was so fast that she couldn't control it. She opened her mouth and her face turned red.
She wanted to say, brother, you can't say that.
Today is the anniversary of your mother's death, be serious!
Walking inside, Song Yaoyao discovered that there was actually a piano inside!
Her eyes lit up, and she turned to look around.
There is also a chaise longue next to the piano. This piano looks nondescript here, but it is inexplicably harmonious.
It's like crossing over.
There was a picture of writing on the wall, and after seeing what was written, Song Yaoyao burst out laughing.