The warm and warm sun shone on the man under the ancient tree, dyeing his shoulders golden and shining with glimmer.

The noise behind him seemed to disappear into the darkness and became nothingness.

Jian Qing walked straight towards him, for some reason why the corners of her eyes were a little wet, and a smile unconsciously spilled out of her lips.

Lu Huaiyu looked back at her, stretched out his hand, "Go away?"

Jian Qing was led by him and nodded softly.

When he got into the car, Jian Qing pulled his seat belt.

Lu Huaiyu glanced at her and frowned, "Why is your hands red?"

Jian Qing spread her palms and glanced at it, then smiled, "I've called back."

"..." Lu Huaiyu chuckled, "I'm going to make a fortune, I won't teach you in vain."

The funeral home is in the suburbs of Chongqing City, and the car slowly drove the funeral home and entered the long and quiet country road.

Jian Qing stared at the changing street trees and fields outside the window, feeling mixed emotions, and couldn't figure out what emotions were.

Lu Huaiyu looked ahead and drove the car, and his clean and slender index finger tapped on the steering wheel.

"Are you sad?" he asked lightly.

Jian Qing shook her head, "Not sad."

On the contrary, she never felt as relaxed as she is today.

Jian Qing turned her head and looked at the man driving, and gently called his name, "Lu Huaiyu."

Lu Huaiyu took the time to look at her, and then dragged her lazy tail sound "Yeah".

Jian Qing pursed her lips, "I want to take you to meet my family."

“…”

Lu Huaiyu smiled faintly, held the steering wheel with one hand, stretched out his right hand and rubbed the top of her hair, "Okay."

The car turned around in the middle and drove in the opposite direction.

At the entrance of the cemetery are many shops, including those selling candles, sandalwood, hardware stores engraved with tombstones, and a small flower shop.

After Lu Huaiyu stopped the car, Jian Qing first went to the flower shop to buy flowers.

The owner of the flower shop is a very elegant young woman who wraps flowers patiently and tries every bouquet with great care, and does not treat it perfunctorily because it is for the deceased.

Jian Qing held her elbows on the table, staring at the flower shop owner, and her phone vibrated.

"Where did you go?" Lu Huaiyu parked the car and didn't see anyone, so he called her.

Jian Qing raised her head and looked out of the flower shop, "I'm in the flower shop at the door, and it's going to be done soon."

She saw the man coming from the parking lot and waved at him.

Lu Huaiyu changed direction and walked towards her, "I saw you."

The owner of the flower shop pulled out the light yellow ribbon and skillfully tied a beautiful knot with slender hands.

Yu Guang glanced at the man who looked very outstanding not far away and smiled, "Are you here together this time?"

"..." Jian Qing was stunned and didn't understand what it meant.

The flower shop owner lowered his head and cut off the excess branches and leaves with scissors. "Last time, your boyfriend came here by himself. He also asked for two bouquets of flowers. He also asked me to pack it better."

"Some people care about whether the bouquets used to sacrifice are good. Most of them come in a hurry to buy one and leave." The owner of the flower shop handed the two bouquets of flowers to Jian Qing and sighed: "You meet a very gentle person."

Jian Qing hugged two bouquets of flowers in a daze, thanked them absent-mindedly, and then walked out of the flower shop.

Lu Huaiyu stood beside the glass wall at the door of the flower shop, looked at the glass as a mirror, and tied his hands into tie and shirt to smooth out the wrinkles on it.

He looks serious and cautious.

“…”

When he went out in the morning, Jian Qing remembered that he obviously didn't wear a tie.

——"You meet a very gentle person."

The florist owner's light words lingered in his ears and remained unchanged for a long time.

Jian Qing stared straight at him.

As if he felt her gaze, Lu Huaiyu turned his head and looked at her, he gently curled the corner of his mouth without knowing it.

Jian Qing met his dark and bright eyes, and couldn't help it. His nose was a little sour and his eyes were red.

Lu Huaiyu didn't know why, but the little girl turned red. She hugged Hua and the others tightly and comforted her softly: "Why are you crying? In a while, aunt should think I'm bullying you."

Jian Qing's head was buried in his chest.

The air was filled with a faint mint fragrance, mixed with fresh floral fragrance.

She said in a silence, "Thank you."

Lu Huaiyu asked with some amusement, "What did you thank me suddenly?"

"Thank you, thank you thank you."

Thank you for appearing in her life.

After doing so many things she knows or doesn't know.

Lu Huaiyu lowered his head and stared at her hair. Although he didn't know why, he smiled and dragged his long tail sound and replied: "You're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome."

After worshiping Chen Yuan and A Qian, they left the cemetery.

It was still early, and Jian Qing took Lu Huaiyu to stroll around the city of Yu.

I went to the school where she used to study, to the place where she often painted and sketched, and to eat the small restaurant she liked very much.

During lunch, Lu Huaiyu noticed that she had been eating on one side, "Why are you always eating on the right side?"

Jian Qing took a bite of beef slices covered with red oil, and her spicy lips turned red. "My left gums are a little irritated, and it should be fine in a few days."

When Lu Huaiyu heard this, he said nothing and continued to eat silently.

As a result, as soon as he got home, he took the person to the bathroom and said, "Brush your teeth, I'll check it."

“…”

When she was having dinner, she saw that Lu Huaiyu had no reaction and thought she had just been through it, but she didn't expect that she was actually pressing it and not sending it.

Jian Qing reluctantly said 'oh' and brushed her teeth obediently.

After brushing her teeth, Lu Huaiyu pinched her chin, raised her face, "open her mouth."

Jian Qing swallowed her throat and opened her mouth slowly, feeling the man's warm fingertips pressing against her cheeks, and her eyes scanned her mouth.

Her tongue was a little at a loss and subconsciously curled up.

The light in the bathroom was dim and I couldn't see it very clearly. Lu Huaiyu frowned, "Open his mouth wider."

“…”

Although he had checked his mouth before, he really couldn't get used to this kind of thing many times.

It's like a doll at the mercy of others.

She was obedient and opened her mouth wide again.

The ears hidden in the hair are red uncontrollably.

After looking at it for a while, Lu Huaiyu loosened her chin, then carefully washed her hands with soap in front of the sink, and did not let go of the cracks in her nails, and scrubbed them repeatedly.

Jian Qing breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and pulled the strand of hair that had fallen to his forehead and backed his ears. Finally, it was done.

However, before she could finish her breathing, Lu Huaiyu turned around and faced her, "I'll put my hand in and touch it."

The expression on his face was serious and didn't look like a joke at all.

“…”

Jian Qing's face suddenly stopped, "Why?"

Why do you still touch it?

"You shouldn't be inflamed on your gums, but periconatal coronary inflammation of your wisdom teeth." Lu Huaiyu explained, "Your wisdom teeth have not erupted. I want to touch if they are inside the gums."

"What is periarthritis of wisdom tooth coronary?" Jian Qing was puzzled, "I used to have inflammation here, and I will be cured by myself after a while."

"Periocoronal inflammation of wisdom teeth is caused by the impairment of wisdom teeth, which causes the soft tissue around the crown." Lu Huaiyu patiently explained, "You often get inflammation, which is likely because the wisdom teeth are located behind and are not cleaned properly, resulting in the accumulation of food residues."

“…”

Although he only understood halfway, Jian Qing still did not dare to challenge Lu Huaiyu's authority in oral aspects.

Open his mouth again with his fate.

She opened her eyes, and only saw his chest and raised arms, and his muscle lines were tight and strong.

I felt the foreign object reaching into her mouth, and I kept exploring deeper, pressing it inside.

Jian Qing tried very hard to ignore the movement of his fingers in her mouth.
To be continued...