Chapter 1352

Yu Yang's residence is also a square house with hot springs and plum blossoms.

Zhuang Jia walked into the yard and looked around, Yu Yang asked her, "What are you looking at?"

"Where's your tree?" Zhuang Jia was curious, "Gui Gui said that everyone in your family has a tree, and they draw a few times when they are in a bad mood."

"Over there." Yu Yang led her to a corner of the yard.

There was no one to sweep the snow, and it had piled up in a thick layer. Yu Yang bent down and stretched out his hand to push some snow away, revealing the different textures underneath.

After sweeping it a few more times, it turned out that it was a short tree stump.

The tree stump is not big, just a circle larger than the mouth of the bowl. After being covered by snow, it is just a pile of dirt at first glance, and it cannot be seen that it is a tree stump at all.

Zhuang Jia was very distressed, and squatted down to sweep away the remaining snow on the tree stump.

"Why did you cut down the tree?" She looked at the tree stump with regret, and complained in a low voice, "No wonder everyone in your family says you have a bad temper, you are so cruel..."

Yu Yang laughed, and squatted down beside her, "Do you believe everything they say? When I was a child, I liked woodcarving for a while. I just wanted to chop a few branches to practice. Later, I found that the tree was dead and didn't grow new shoots. Cut it off, it has nothing to do with temper."

Zhuang Jia squinted at him, and poked his finger on the tree stump, "Then how do you explain this? Here, here... and here are all scratches."

"This was drawn by my cousin's child. You have seen it before, it is the Gui Gui just now." Yu Yang explained, "I am not at home all year round, and he was reluctant to draw his own tree, so he ran to my yard and took A tree stump spreads fire, it's just a wooden stump anyway, and no one pays attention."

Zhuang Jia squatted silently in front of the tree stump, pursing her lips.

Seems to make sense...

Yu Yang patted the tree stump lightly, and the sound of the pat was solid and deep. He said: "The tree planted at home is just for a good meaning. How can it be possible to really cultivate one's morality and become temperless?"

After a moment of silence, he looked at Zhuang Jia with a slight smile in his eyes, "You like my tree?"

His voice was low and soft, like lingering love words. Zhuang Jia felt that he was teasing her again, subconsciously turned her face away, and replied in a muffled voice, "I've never seen it before, what's there to like."

"Plant another tree, okay?" Yu Yang looked at her with a smile, "Plant one you like this time. What kind of tree do you like?"

Zhuang Jia thought: Isn't this asking knowingly?

Yu Yang suddenly pulled her up, "Come here, let me show you something."

She followed him into the room in a daze. There was a big bookshelf in the room. Yu Yang walked over to look for books and picture albums.

In addition to books, there are many other things on display on the bookshelf, such as wooden car models, some trophies, certificates of honor, and group photos of racing cars.

Zhuang Jia picked up a wooden racing car and played with it in her hands. It felt clumsy in shape, but it was interesting that the four wheels could move.

"Didn't you think it was dangerous when you used to race cars?" she asked.

Yu Yang found a few books, none of which seemed to be what he was looking for, put them back, and then searched the other side.

"At that time, I was quite rebellious, and I liked to challenge difficult things. Racing is very interesting. You must be full of enthusiasm and keep calm. At critical moments, you must use clear thinking to make accurate judgments, and your ability to respond needs to be highly sensitive..." Yu Yang paused, and walked over with a picture album, "I found it, take a look, which kind of tree do you like."

Zhuang Jia didn't look at the picture book he brought, but stared at his face with a pair of clear and bright eyes, and said in a leisurely tone, "You seem...you can't hold on to many things for too long, wood carving is like this, racing cars are like this, falling in love... Also like this……"

Yu Yang was silent, put down the album after a while, and put his hands around her waist.

"In theory, something that is too simple cannot keep people enthusiastic for a long time." He said.

Zhuang Jia pursed her lips, "Then should I be a little bit more aware of danger?"