Chapter 158 Listen! The Sound of Flowers Blooming

Qiao's private house is very famous in Jincheng, and 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 hidden among green trees in the center of the city.

People who pass by Qiao's private house on weekdays feel that this building is extraordinarily quiet and mysterious, and has an outstanding appearance.

I can't help but secretly guess that the people living inside must be extraordinary.

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

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

Usually, he would be invited by Patriarch Qiao to visit his private collection every now and then.

He has a deep understanding of the collections in Qiao's private house, so he naturally knows how precious the collections are.

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

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

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

"Xiaoxiao has been raised by me for so many years, and I have long regarded it as a family member." Xia Rong said with emotion.

"I don't know much about Mr. Qiao's collection, and I don't pay much attention to artworks. I have few relatives and friends around me. Except for you and my aunt, no one is interested in art collections. If grandpa doesn't accept it, then , I’m afraid I can only give it to clients, but the vast majority of my clients are businessmen who can only make money, I’m afraid Mr. Qiao, who doesn’t understand it, has kept it private.”

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

The long tail sound is especially unbearable to listen to.

Xia Rong was really in a hurry.

He reached out and quickly took the bag in his hand, "I'm sorry for the hour."

As a true lover of art collections, you absolutely don't want your long-coveted treasures to fall into the hands of nouveau riche who have no taste for appreciation.

Shi Mochizuki's words directly hit Grandpa Xia's weakness.

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

...

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

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

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

After eating, Xia Dai was called out by her friends to participate in the activities.

Huge summer house.

For a moment, only Ning Youguang and Shi Mochiyue were left, who were full of food and drink.

"Want to see Xiaoxiao?" she asked.

He said "OK" softly.

...

When the two found Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao was sleeping soundly 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 what he likes most is my swing."

When she was away these years, the swing was taken over by Xiaoxiao.

"It stays wherever it knows it's comfortable." Shi Mochizuki slightly hooked the corners of her lips, "At first I thought about whether I should take Xiaoxiao back to raise myself when I return home, but now I've given up."

Ning Youguang understood his feelings very well, "The family members have deep affection for it, and so does Xiaoxiao."

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

Shi Mochizuki reached out and gently touched 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, because of their young age, they didn't have so many taboos about going in and out of each other's rooms.

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

Shi Mochizuki walked slowly to the window of the room, and stood in front of a warm and lustrous nanmu desk, "I used to sit at this desk with you to do homework together."

The Xia family is very caring, even though the owner who lives in this room is no longer here.

The layout of this room is still the same as she used to live in.

Not only that, they often let people come in and clean it.

Therefore, every time Ning Youguang returns to Jincheng, no matter how long he stays, he will choose to live in Xia Zhai.

To come back here is to return to her own home.

She was transported back in time by his memories.

She walked to his side, 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, so I bought it for you." You like it very much.

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

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

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

"...Sometimes, a friendly piece of music, the sound of gurgling water in a secluded place, the fragrance of a flower, or even just uttering a familiar word, will suddenly evoke some vague memories, reminding people of some life in this life. Scenes that have never appeared before, they will drift away like a breeze, as if awakening a certain long-separated and happier past in an instant, and this kind of memory cannot be recalled by thinking alone."

This is a bilingual book.

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

Being read by her at this moment, it is especially suitable for the occasion and the time.

She speaks a pure English accent, her voice is gentle and soft, in such a rainy day, it is like a melodious note jumping into Shi Mochizuki's heart one by one.

listen! The sound of flowers blooming.

Mochizuki's heart trembled uncontrollably.

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

With her by his side, he seemed to be able to enjoy what she used to call the tranquility of a rainy day.

The person in front of him, whether it's eyes, eyelashes, face, palms, lips, everything is deeply engraved on his heart.

After Ning Youguang finished reading, when she looked up, Mochizuki looked at herself in silence, her deep eyes filled with emotions she couldn't understand.

"What are you thinking?"

He came back to his senses 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 was a child, I felt completely different from what I feel when I read it now, and I prefer the current state. ]

[A person who likes the ordinary: You Lai Wufang, it’s raining outside the window, drink Mingqian Longjing with her, read Dickens, the mood will be better again, and compromise with the world. ]