His name is Chen Yihang, and he has been in Toronto for several years. [Download the novel www
In the first few years after arriving in Toronto, he was actually very uncomfortable. Toronto had a special discrimination against yellow and black people in these years, and it was actually very difficult to survive here. He was ready to return to China at any time, until he learned about Muyue Manor.
Mu Yue Manor is very famous in Mott Town. I heard that the owner of Mu Yue Manor is Chinese, and everyone calls him Mr. Mu. He runs a large manor and grows large areas of roses. Every time during the flower season, the entire manor is very spectacular.
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Later, when he heard that Moon Moon Manor was recruiting students, he realized that this was a great part-time job opportunity. If you want to live in Toronto and have to pay for your studies, you can't do it without working.
He thought it would be difficult to enter Mu Yue Manor, but who knew that when he followed several other yellow people to Mu Yue Manor, Mr. Mu only took one look at him and accepted him.[
He still remembered the first time he met Mr. Mu. He was wearing black trousers, a white shirt, and a simple jacket. His hair was cut short and neatly combed.
When he saw himself, he took a simple look and asked, "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Songzhou." He was very frightened and nervous. Especially when he saw Mr. Mu's eyes, he felt that his eyes were very bright, and that gaze could penetrate all his thoughts with just one glance. Just like that.
After just a few words, his palms started to sweat.
Mr. Mu smiled and said, "My wife is also from Songzhou..."
He was stunned for a moment, but Mr. Mu had already left. An old lady in her late sixties came over and said to her: "Mr. Mu said you stayed, come with me!"
This is just a small side hall. The old woman is wearing a dark gray long coat from the mainland. Her hair is tied back and she walks slowly. He followed the old woman out of the side hall and along the corridor.
Walking outside, I came to a hall. It was an antique hall. There was only a large disc hanging in the hall, and the tables and chairs on both sides used to be made of pure red nanmu furniture.
He has been here for many years and has rarely seen such pure Chinese decorations. He is inexplicably curious about the owner of this house.
"Do you live here, sir?" the old woman turned around and asked him.
"Ah...yes." He didn't expect to take care of the accommodation, so he answered quickly.
"Sir, follow me." The old woman led her to the small corridor in the southwest corner. Going out from the small corridor there, there was a row of white low buildings over there. The old woman
The man opened one of the rooms to him. The room was not big but well-equipped. There was a single bed, a wardrobe next to it, and a desk on the right side. It was spotless.
"The bathroom and toilet are outside. It's just a few steps away." The old woman pointed to him. "If you need anything, sir, just ring the bell next to it and someone will come to answer your call."
"Thank you." He didn't expect such good treatment, so he was busy bowing to please him.
When the old woman saw that things had been arranged, she turned to leave.
"What do you call old mother?" he asked hurriedly.
The old woman probably didn't expect that he would ask such a question, so she said: "You can just call me Fu Ma..."
Later, he rarely saw this blessed mother, but the housekeeper who often came to take care of her seemed to be in her forties. She was thin and had yellow hair. She seldom talked and was quite a nice person.
He thought it would be extremely difficult to see Mr. Mu again. Who knew that he would see him the next day? Mr. Mu was wearing linen long clothes and a hat, and he was like the other people in the garden.
Workers are busy in the village.
"Mr. Mu..." Out of gratitude, he hurried over to say hello.
"Hello, are you used to coming here?" Mr. Mu was very humble, his hands were stained with mud, and he smiled casually.[
"I'm quite used to it. Thank you for taking care of Mr. Mu..." He hurriedly replied, feeling even more grateful and admired for Mr. Mu.
Just as Mr. Mu was about to say something, his eyes fell behind him, he wiped his hands with the linen cloth next to him, and passed by him.
He hurriedly turned his head and saw a beautiful woman wearing an orange gown and skirt coming not far away. Her long hair was also tied into a bun with only a hairpin.
Chen Yihang has always thought that Mr. Mu is a very handsome man, with a high nose bridge like a Westerner, thin lips, and extremely sexy when he smiles. But looking at this lady now, he can only describe it as shocking.
Pointed oval face, watery eyes but very charming
. Her skin is very good. Just looking at it from a distance, you can tell that it is tender and tender. What is even more amazing is her belly. Her belly is very big. Next to her is a woman in a dress, half-supported.
Looking at her. There is a maid behind her, holding an oil-paper flower umbrella.
"Why are you here?" Mr. Mu supported his wife on behalf of the woman beside him, "You are inconvenient and should rest more."
"The so-called balance between work and rest, I naturally have to move around." She naturally leaned into his arms, "Besides, I haven't come here to see you for a long time."
"Brother, you can't keep your sister-in-law in the room all the time. It's not good for her health either." said the woman in a dress beside her.
"I can lock up your sister-in-law." Mr. Mu said, helping Mrs. Mu go inside.
"Stop looking and go to work!" The old worker on the side pulled his sleeve.
Only then did he come back to his senses, but he still couldn't help but take another look. When he saw the lady's profile, his heart froze, and he felt that it was a character that could only exist in a painting.
"That's Mrs. Mu, and standing next to her is Miss Mu, Mr. Mu's sister. Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu are very affectionate. When the manor was first built, Mrs. Mu often came here and often brought us sugar water. But later, Mrs. Mu
It’s because your belly is big that you have less time to eat.” The old worker said in his ear.
He didn't listen at all. He hadn't lived in China for a long time, but he was vaguely wondering if Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu had met somewhere before. Looking at it this way, the more he looked at it, the more he realized that they were not simple people.
Later, Mrs. Mu came again and brought them cakes and sugar water.
She came over and actually talked to him: "I heard from my husband that you are also from Songzhou?"
"Yes, madam." He was even more nervous when facing Mrs. Mu. When Mrs. Mu smiled, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised and her eyes were brighter. Maybe she was tired from walking for a few steps, and her face was stained with a layer of blush.
, it was so beautiful that his heart beat fast.
"Where are you from in Songzhou?" Mrs. Mu asked him again.
"Nanhua Town, southeast of Songzhou." He lowered his head slightly and answered.
"I know, it's a good place, and the chrysanthemum cake there is very delicious." Mrs. Mu said, her eyes becoming distant.
"Where is Madam from Songzhou?" he asked with a heavy belly.
"I live in Songzhou City, do you still have people at home?" Mrs. Mu asked again.
"I have old parents, two older brothers who are now married, and a younger sister." Saying this, he actually felt homesick.
"That's excellent..." Mrs. Mu asked no more questions.[
"Madam and Mr. Mu must be extraordinary people..." He wanted to say a few more words to her, so he added hurriedly.
Mrs. Mu was stunned for a while and replied: "We are just ordinary people. How is your job here?"
"Mr. Mu treated us very well, thank you madam for your concern."
Mrs. Mu didn't seem to care about his answer. At this moment, Mr. Mu came over, put his arms around Mrs. Mu's waist, and looked down at her: "You can't stand for too long. I'll help you go back to rest."
"Well..." She was not in a good mood. She glanced at him again and said, "Goodbye..."
"Madam, go slowly." He hurriedly lowered his head and bowed to see them off.
Looking up again, I saw Mr. Mu supporting Mrs. Mu walking slowly along the path. The man had a handsome figure, and the woman, although pregnant with a big belly, did not hide her grace at all.
Mrs. Mu was definitely the most beautiful Chinese woman he had ever seen. He studied art at the University of Toronto, so he kept a drawing notebook privately. When he had nothing to do, he sketched out Mrs. Mu's beauty. He often spent a whole night painting.
, even without taking a break.
Later he met Mr. Mu's son, a very energetic boy. His eyes were very similar to Mrs. Mu's, but his nose and lips were exactly the same as Mr. Mu's. When he was playing in the garden, he could often hear
You can hear his laughter. From a distance, he looks exactly like Mr. Mu. He must be a proud man. His facial features combine the best features of his parents. He is a handsome little boy.
"Mom... look at this rose, there are several colors growing on one branch." Mr. Mu shouted loudly as if he had discovered something very magical.
"Your mother can't get pollen..." Mr. Mu nervously supported his wife to prevent his son from getting close.
He has discovered that as long as Mrs. Mu comes over, Mr. Mu will always be close to her. Sometimes he comes early, and he can see Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu walking on the path supporting each other. Sometimes Mr. Mu said something, Mu
The lady smiled faintly, and the beauty of the rose beside her was eclipsed. Sometimes, he would see them walking along a long road without saying a word, just clasping their fingers together, leaning against each other.
"Okay... Dad, I want to learn to grow flowers from you too. This is really fun." Mr. Mu ran over excitedly and said.
"This is not a fun thing. These flowers are alive. If you want to learn, then learn hard." Mr. Mu replied.
After hearing this, he was not surprised. In his impression, Mr. Mu was a very wise man, and his wife must not be simple either. He thought so firmly in his heart.