After a light rain, all the plum blossoms in the village were in full bloom.

At the foot of the mountain, there are red and white colors, and sparse wintersweet yellow. At first glance, I was dazzled.

Little Yuzi walked tiltedly, wearing the new cotton shoes made by Principal Wang’s wife, holding Ye Jiaqi’s hand, tilting her little butt, and running happily.

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

The ground was full of fallen flowers, and the little Yuzu's shoulders and heads were also there. Ye Jiaqi squatted down and dusted off the petals on her shoulders.

"Moma, go up." Little Yuzu pointed at the mountain.

Ye Jiaqi shook his head: "We won't go up, there are big tigers on it, and we eat babies."

"Hmm." Little Yuzi blinked her eyes.

As they walked, Ye Jiaqi and Xiao Yuzu wandered in the ocean of plum blossoms.

The wild plum trees here have not been pruned. Although they are confused, they are all in their native postures, and the faint fragrance of flowers comes from the air.

Halfway through, Ye Jiaqi stopped.

Among the flowers, there was a man holding a drawing board to draw.

It's Zhuo Yuanhang.

He changed into a casual outfit, tied a gray scarf around his neck, and the drawing board covered half of his face, but he could still see his calm and calm expression.

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

Ye Jiaqi felt that he had become a different person.

Once upon a time, she thought he was a financial expert and turned his hand on the Chicago business market. After all, she heard from people who said that zr was Zhuo Yuanhang who came back to life.

Why did such a financial genius come to the small mountain village like her?

She was too lazy to study.

His original intention for her was never pure.

Ye Jiaqi was about to leave, but Xiao Yuzi tilted her head and looked at Zhuo Yuanhang curiously, shouting in a slight voice: "Uncle."

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

Xiao Yuzi shook Ye Jiaqi's hand, ran over happily, squatted in front of Zhuo Yuanhang's easel, tilted his little head to look at the drawing board, and pointed his little hand: "Huahua."

Zhuo Yuanhang smiled.

He already has a gentle and gentle temperament, and when he smiles, he adds a little more gentleness.

Seeing that he was very close to him, Xiao Yuzi leaned against him.

Zhuo Yuanhang simply carried her and sat on his lap.

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

Xiao Yuzi shook her head and refused.

Zhuo Yuanhang stuffed a paintbrush into her hand, held her little hand, and taught her to draw.

Xiao Yuzi was very happy. She looked at the flower she drew on the white paper and shouted to Ye Jiaqi: "Mama, look, flower."

Little Yuzi sat on Zhuo Yuanhang's lap and giggled. Zhuo Yuanhang also looked at Little Yuzi with drowsiness, holding her hand and drawing a few leaves.

"Mom, look." Xiao Yuzi insisted on Ye Jiaqi to see, and her little face was full of a proud look.

Ye Jiaqi praised: "It looks good."

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

Although it is winter, the weather is very good today, with sunny and sunny.

Zhuo Yuanhang likes little Yuzi very much. He holds the little guy and refuses to let go. He holds her hand and teaches her to draw patiently.

Compared to before, he talked less, and such great time was wasted on unnecessary things.
Chapter completed!