At nine o'clock, the sun shines right on one end of the building, dividing the pillar-shaped building into two pieces, and the road becomes a yin and yang.

She stood at the junction of yin and yang, watching the white-collar workers pouring into the building in neat clothes. Every face was different, but they all carried the tiredness of yesterday. Occasionally, one or two energetic faces were enough to attract everyone.

gaze.

It wasn't until the crowd was almost gone that she turned around and stopped a taxi to go home. Taxis were not allowed to enter the community as usual, so she got off the car and walked home.

The pace of life in this affluent area is very slow, as if it is separated from the outside world. From time to time, you can see people in sportswear walking various dogs.

Walking along the road, you will hear the melodious sound of the piano. Some people are playing with flowers in the yard, and some people are going to the golf course to enjoy a round while the scorching sun is still shining.

Everyone is laid-back, so Ding Yiyi, who is wearing work clothes and looking tired, is more like an outsider, like someone who sneaks in to sell insurance.

She laughed at herself thinking about these messy things, then pushed open the fence in front of her house and saw Ye Nianmo sitting on the milky white corridor.

He was sitting upright, with a book on his knees and his slender fingers at the foot of the page, as if he was about to turn the page. He paused again when he saw her.

"I'm back." She smiled, but she felt that it was even more ugly when she was smiling and crying.

Ye Nianmo stood up, walked down the steps, and walked to her, "Are you tired?"

She shook her head, rested her head gently on his shoulder, and nuzzled him like a kitten, "I miss you."

He remained still, letting her lean on his broad shoulders. The faint scent of men's perfume on his casual suit was intoxicating. He stretched out his hand and gently held her soft waist, "Sister-in-law Zhang said that she can't come over today."

"Yes." Ding Yiyi closed her eyes and responded, still reluctant to let him go. Whenever she thought about the company, her temples would suddenly hurt.

Ye Nianmo continued: "The flowers in the garden need to be watered."

She responded again and moved her head away from his shoulder, but she still turned it away, not wanting him to see her moist eyes.

Ye Nianmo turned around, bent down to pick up a water pipe from the ground, walked to the faucet, turned on the switch, and poured the violets in front of her with his back to her.

"If you're not tired, come water the flowers with me," he said.

Ding Yiyi looked at his broad back, and when she bent down to pick up another water pipe, her tears fell and fell on a piece of violet.

"Okay." She straightened up, walked to him, and watered the flowers with him. The sunlight penetrated through the water column, building a rainbow wall, which made people feel good.

She followed his movements and breathed in the morning air. Her mind gradually became clearer and she forgot all her sadness and grievances.

It was past ten o'clock, and the sun began to grow fiercely outside. Most people were reluctant to go out. The crystal clear flowers watered by the water began to retain the water droplets on their bodies that were constantly being carried away by the heat.

Ding Yiyi lay on the sofa and slept soundly, with the feeling of being refreshed after exercise. The sky blue air conditioner was gently covering her body.

Ye Nianmo sat on the ground. He held her hand with one hand and flipped through the pages of the book that he had not read this morning with the other hand, but he could not read a single line of words.
Chapter completed!