After a light rain, the plum blossoms in the village all bloomed.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a patchwork of red and white colors, as well as sparse wintersweet yellow, which is dazzling at first glance.

Little Youzi walked crookedly, wearing new cotton shoes made for her by Principal Wang's wife, holding Ye Jiaqi's hand, tilting her buttocks, and running with a bump.

Ye Jiaqi took her to see the flowers, and she hid under the tree and played cat and cat with Ye Jiaqi.

There were fallen flowers all over the ground, on Little Yuzi's shoulders and on her head. Ye Jiaqi knelt down and dusted the petals off her shoulders.

"Mom, go up." Little Yuzi pointed at the mountain.

Ye Jiaqi shook his head: "We don't want to go up there. There are big tigers up there, eating babies."

"Hmm." Xiao Yuzi blinked.

As they walked, Ye Jiaqi and Little Yuzi wandered in the sea of ​​plum blossoms.

The wild plum trees here have not been pruned. Although they are disordered, they are all in their original posture, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

Halfway through, Ye Jiaqi stopped.

Among the flowers, there was a man drawing with a drawing board.

It's Zhuo Yuanhang.

He changed into very casual clothes, with a gray scarf tied around his neck. The drawing board covered half of his face, but his calm and calm expression could still be seen.

He was painting, concentrating as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Ye Jiaqi felt that he had become a different person.

In the past, she thought he was a financial master who made a fortune in the Chicago business world. After all, she heard from zr's people that zr was the one who brought Zhuo Yuanhang back from the dead.

How could such a financial genius come to a small mountain village like her?

She didn't bother to study it either.

His original intention for her was never pure.

Just as Ye Jiaqi was about to leave, Little Youzi tilted her head, looked at Zhuo Yuanhang curiously, and shouted in a sweet voice: "Uncle."

Ye Jiaqi held her back, but Zhuo Yuanhang had already raised his head.

Little Youzi shook off Ye Jiaqi's hand, ran over, squatted in front of Zhuo Yuanhang's easel, tilted her little head to look at the drawing board, and pointed with her little hand: "Huahua."

Zhuo Yuanhang smiled.

He already has an elegant and gentle temperament, and when he smiles, he becomes even more gentle.

Seeing how close he was, Little Yuzi leaned closer to him.

Zhuo Yuanhang simply picked her up and sat on his lap.

Ye Jiaqi hurriedly shouted: "Little Yuzi, don't disturb uncle's painting, come here."

Little Yuzi shook her head and refused.

Zhuo Yuanhang put a paintbrush into her hand, held her little hand, and taught her how to paint.

Little Yuzi was very happy. She looked at the flowers she drew on the white paper and shouted to Ye Jiaqi: "Mom, look, Huahua."

Little Pomelo sat on Zhuo Yuanhang's lap, giggling. Zhuo Yuanhang also looked at Little Pomelo dotingly, held her hand and drew a few more leaves.

"Mom, look." Xiao Yuzi insisted on Ye Jiaqi looking at it, with a proud look on her face.

Ye Jiaqi praised: "It looks good."

When the wind blew, plum blossom petals fell on Zhuo Yuanhang's head, and the scarf where he sat was covered with a thick layer of petals.

Although it is winter, the weather today is very good, the wind is gentle and the sun is shining brightly.

Zhuo Yuanhang liked little Yuzi very much. He hugged the little guy and refused to let go. He held her hand and patiently taught her to draw.

He talks less than before, and such a good time is wasted on unnecessary things.
Chapter completed!