Chapter 158： listen! the sound of flowers

Chapter 158 Listen! the sound of flowers

The private house of Qiao's family is very famous in Jincheng. It can be called a small museum. It is a place that every art lover and antique collector in Jincheng wants to visit.

It was a single-family house nestled among green trees in the central area of ​​the city.

When people pass by Qiao's private house on weekdays, they all feel that this building is extraordinarily quiet and mysterious, and its graceful appearance is outstanding.

couldn't help but secretly guess that the people living in it must be extraordinary.

The Qiao family is indeed extraordinary, a family of artists.

The owner of    is also a well-known antique collector in the industry. Xia Rong also likes antique collection and has a good relationship with the owner of Qiao.

Usually, he is also invited by the Qiao family to visit his private collection.

He has a deep understanding of the collections in the Qiao family's private residence, and naturally knows how precious the collections are.

So, he reached out his hand and declined Shi Mochizuki's gift: "It's because I didn't put things away carefully, so I don't need you to come and apologize in person."

What's more, after writing in the study for more than an hour, his anger has long since dissipated.

Shi Mochizuki bowed his head slightly, "I originally went to Qiao's house to choose these items to give to my grandfather. Thank you for taking care of Xiaoxiao for so many years."

"I have raised Xiaoxiao for so many years, and I have long regarded it as my family." Xia Rong said with emotion.

"I don't know much about Mr. Qiao's collection, and I don't pay much attention to artworks, and I have few relatives and friends. Except for you and my aunt, no one has the slightest interest in art collections. If my grandfather does not accept it, then , I'm afraid I can only give it to customers, but most of my customers are businessmen who can only make money, I'm afraid that Mr. Qiao, who doesn't understand it, keeps it private."

Shi Mochizuki's voice was warm and deep, and after speaking, he sighed deeply.

The long tail sound of    is particularly unbearable to listen to.

Xia Rong was really anxious.

He stretched out his hand and quickly took the bag in his hand, "I've been bothering for hours."

As a true art collector, you absolutely do not want your coveted treasures to fall into the hands of upstarts with no taste.

Shi Mochizuki's remarks are a direct hit at Grandpa Xia's weakness.

Xia Di and Ning Youguang looked at each other with a smile.

…

After lunch, the rain outside the window was still pattering.

The air is humid and hot, which makes people a little impatient.

Xia Rong and Xie Haitang sat downstairs for a while before they both felt sleepy and went back to their rooms to rest.

Xia Di was called out by a friend to participate in the activity after eating.

Huge summer house.

For a while, only Ning Youguang and Shimochiyue were left.

"Want to go see Xiaoxiao?" she asked.

He replied softly "Okay".

…

When the two found Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao was sleeping on the swing on the balcony of Ning Youguang's room.

They didn't want to wake it up, so they squatted on the edge of the swing and watched it quietly, talking softly.

"Xiaoxiao has a special room on the first floor, but his favorite is my swing."

When she was away all these years, this swing was occupied by Xiaoxiao.

"It knows where it's comfortable and stays where it is." Shi Mochiyue curled the corners of his lips lightly, "I originally thought, should I take Xiaoxiao back to my own country when I go back to China, but now I give up."

Ning Youguang understands his mood very well, "The family has deep feelings for it, so does Xiaoxiao."

Whether it is a human being or an animal, after living together for so long, it will be sad to let them be separated now.

Shi Mochizuki reached out and gently stroked the fat black cat's back, got up, looked around and walked into the room.

"Your room is the same as before."

When they were young, they didn't have so many taboos when they went in and out of each other's rooms because they were young.

Therefore, the two of them are very familiar with each other's room, whether it is layout, layout or decoration.

Shi Mochizuki walked slowly to the window of the room, and stood in front of a nanwood desk with a warm luster, "I used to sit in front of this desk with you and do my homework."

Xia's family is very caring, even if the owner of this room is no longer here.

The furnishings of this room are still the same as when she once lived.

Not only that, but they often let people come in to clean.

Therefore, every time Ning Youguang returned to Jincheng, no matter how long he stayed, he would choose to live in the Xia Residence.

To go back here is to go back to her own home.

She was taken back to the past by his memories.

She walked to him, touched the desk, and picked up a book from the desk, "You gave me this book, remember?"

"Remember, in the fourth grade of elementary school, you told me that you liked Dickens. I saw this "Oliver Twist" in the bookstore and bought it for you." You like it very much.

"Yes." A gentle smile appeared on Ning Youguang's face.

She opened the book gently, and just turned to a page with a folded corner.

After carefully reading the content on this page, she read it softly:

"...Sometimes, a kind piece of music, the murmur of water in a quiet place, the fragrance of a flower, or even just saying a familiar word, will suddenly evoke some vague memories, reminding people of some of this life. Scenes that have never been seen, they drift away like a breeze, as if suddenly awakening to some long-separated, happier past, a memory that cannot be recalled by contemplation alone."

This is a bilingual book.

Right now, this passage that Ning Youguang is reading is an excerpt from the English version.

was read by her at this moment, especially in the situation and in time.

She has a pure British accent, and her voice is gentle and soft. On such a rainy day, it was like a sweet note jumping into Shi Mochizuki's heart.

listen! The sound of flowers blooming.

Mochizuki's heart trembled uncontrollably.

The world was quiet, and he knew that his heartbeat was so moving.

Because of her being by his side, he seemed to be able to enjoy the quietness of the rainy day that she said before.

The person in front of him is really deeply engraved on the apex of his heart, whether it is eyes, eyelashes, face, palms, lips, and everything.

Ning Youguang finished reading the book, and when she looked up, Mochizuki looked at herself silently, her deep eyes filled with emotions she couldn't understand.

"What are you thinking?"

He recovered and chuckled, "I just remembered some things from the past."

2025, July 28, Weibo.

[An ordinary person: rainy day, reading day. Reading Dickens... When I read it as a child, I felt completely different from it now, and I like the current state more. ]

[A person who likes ordinary things: You come to nowhere, it rains outside the window, drink Mingqian Longjing with her, read Dickens, and you will feel better again and compromise with the world. ]

(end of this chapter)