After dinner, Heyue went to water the pots of flowers planted on Qiu Qing'an's balcony. Since she last said that the flowerbed next door was very good, he had gotten a few pots of flowers from somewhere. After raising them for a while, he actually made buds.

A small white and tender ball is hidden among the emerald green leaves. When you get close to it, you can smell a faint fragrance.

"Is this Jasmine?" He Yue asked curiously, and Qiu Qing'an hmmed.

"The boss said that the flowers will be very fragrant when they bloom."

"Why do you suddenly remember to raise jasmine?"

"A little like you."

"ah?"

"It makes people feel comfortable." The small white flowers, green leaves, are low-key and not ostentatious, and are beautiful and charming. When the flowers bloom, the fragrance makes people unable to stop.

Heyue was a little embarrassed by his sudden words, and quickly adjusted his emotions.

"Just just feel comfortable?" She glanced at him. Qiu Qing'an stretched his eyebrows and smiled slowly.

“It’s beautiful too.”

"You just want to lie to me to help you clean up." He Yue looked at him for a few seconds and came to a conclusion. Qiu Qing'an shook his head.

"Okay, you said yes."

He took a rag from the cabinet, found another basin, and went to the kitchen to collect water.

"What are you doing?" He Yue walked over and asked.

“It’s a big cleaning.”

“………”

"Then what can I do?" He Yue asked politely.

"You go and wash the mop." Unexpectedly, Qiu Qing'an was not polite at all.

On two floors, Qiu Qing'an was packing his things, tidying up while wiping the dust.

Heyue bent down to work with a mop.

Wipe all the way from inside to the door, leaving a wet mark on the floor, the windows were opened and breathable, the ceiling fan on the top was rotating, mixing with the natural breeze, and in summer mornings, there was no heat at all.

The two of them were busy for three hours.

I cleaned the inside and out of the house, and finally, the windows were bright and the floor was bright.

Lie on the wooden floor of the attic in a exhausted state, spreading his hands, feeling the cool breeze outside the window next to him.

"Do you eat watermelon?" Qiu Qing'an brought up the plate, and contained a few pieces of red-fleshed, green-skinned ice watermelons.

The air is filled with the unique fragrance of watermelon.

He Yue Yikui got up from the ground.

"eat!"

The wooden coffee table was placed on top of the head, and He Yue was holding a piece of watermelon and gnawing it with satisfaction, and his fatigue seemed to be relieved in an instant.

"This is the first time I have seen a boy clean up in person." He Yue sighed a little, especially the kind of girl who wants to bring her together.

"My mother used to like to ask me to clean up with her." Qiu Qing'an thought of something, his eyes were very gentle.

"Every time we have to clean the house every holiday."

Heyue's movements slowed down, and she chewed the watermelon in her hand with a small mouth, her eyes fluttering, and landed on the table.

"That's how..."

"Yeah." Qiu Qing'an lowered his head and smiled, "So I haven't cleaned up the house for a long time after she left."

"One person is a little scared."

That pervasive sense of loneliness seemed to remind him all the time.

He is the only one left.

"Are you tired?" Seeing that Heyue didn't say anything, Qiu Qing'an asked, and she nodded softly to cover up the strangeness of her emotions.

"Then you take a break and just take a nap."

Qiu Qing'an brought her a pillow from the bed and laid a mat on the floor. It was especially suitable for sleeping in summer afternoons.

He Yue did not refuse, and lay down after eating, Qiu Qing'an slept next to her. The two of them were in a right-angle position, with their heads leaning very close.

This intimacy and a little distance make people feel very comfortable.

Heyue closed his eyes, Qiu Qing'an was reading with a book in his hand, time passed quietly, and the fan placed beside his feet was whistling.

After a while, the person next to him had fallen asleep and his eyes were a little tired. Qiu Qing'an closed the book and moved the pillow to lean side by side with He Yue.

He stretched out his hand and gently took her into his arms.

The summer was long, and the girl moved on his chest, still sleeping soundly. Qiu Qing'an loosened her hands around her waist, put her chin on her head, and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The author has something to say: Ahhhhh This chapter is scheming. (No)
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