OBS Chapter 174 Big Friend
Chapter 174 Big Friend
The afternoon breeze was warm, blowing from the grass and rustling the banyan leaves.
It should be very hot in Jiangcheng this season.
But in the park, under the shade of the trees, with a breeze blowing, it wasn't so hot.
Xiao Jue squatted by the sandpit, holding a small red shovel in his hand, and was filling a bucket with sand.
There were two other children nearby, a boy and a girl, about the same age. The three of them were chatting away around the sandpit.
"I want to build a castle."
"Then I'll build a wall."
I'll build a bridge.
Xiao Jue shoveled a scoop of sand, poured it into the bucket, patted it down, and compacted it.
I shoveled another scoop.
Xiao Yunqing sat in a chair with her hands on her knees and her brows furrowed.
"Don't get your clothes dirty."
Xiao Jue didn't hear him and continued shoveling.
Xiao Yunqing's voice rose half an octave.
"There's sand in my shoe, let me empty it."
Xiao Jue glanced down at his shoes; they hadn't fallen, so he continued shoveling.
Xiao Yunqing stood up, her tone even more serious this time, "Don't rub your eyes after touching sand!"
Xiao Jue wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, without rubbing his eyes.
Xiao Yunqing then sat back down.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair and looked at her.
She sat beside me, her back straight, her brow furrowed, her mouth opening and closing like a mother cat protecting her kittens.
His vision was a little blurry; he couldn't tell if it was because the sunlight was too bright or something else.
He was momentarily dazed.
In that instant, he felt that Xiao Yunqing was his wife and Xiao Jue was their daughter.
A family of three came to the park on the weekend.
She was nagging from the side, while the child played in the sandbox and she watched.
Sunlight, shade, wind.
It only lasted a moment.
Like the wind blowing across the surface of water, it rippled for a moment, then smoothed out again.
He suddenly came to his senses.
He noticed Xiao Yunqing staring at him, her face cold and her eyes filled with disdain. "What are you grinning about?"
Song Huan touched her nose. "It's nothing."
Xiao Yunqing turned her head away and remained silent.
The wind blew overhead, rustling the leaves.
A few yellow flowers fell from the tree, floated in the air, spun twice, and landed on the grass.
Bellflower, with thin petals, curled edges, and a bright yellow color.
Song Huan looked down at the grass on the ground again.
Withered, yellow, long, and swaying in the wind.
He bent down, plucked a few strands, ran them through his hands, and began to weave.
The straw rope twisted and turned between his fingers, tied several knots, then untied them and started braiding again.
He didn't weave quickly, but his fingers were very steady.
Xiao Yunqing looked at the back of his head.
He squatted on the grass, head down, doing something.
She didn't ask, but looked away and stared at Xiao Jue in the sandpit.
Xiao Jue had already filled the bucket and was pouring out the sand to make a castle shape.
Song Huan stood up.
She held a wreath in her hand, with a base woven from straw rope and covered with bellflowers.
Yellow, clustered together, shining brightly in the sunlight.
Xiao Yunqing was stunned.
My heart pounded up my chest, then down my throat, and I felt a tightness in my chest.
My face started to feel hot.
Her inner thoughts surged from her mind, a jumbled mess, like a pot of boiling porridge.
[He made it up.]
[When was this written?]
[So beautiful.]
[Is this for me?]
Should I accept it if he offers it to me?
[Would it make me seem like I'm... if I accepted?]
She turned her face away, not looking at the flower wreath or at him, pretending not to know, her face flushed, red from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
Song Huan walked right past her.
They walked at a moderate pace toward the sandpit.
Xiao Yunqing was taken aback, her gaze following him, but he didn't look at her.
He walked to the edge of the sandpit, squatted down, and placed the flower wreath on Xiao Jue's head.
The bellflowers fell between Xiao Jue's pigtails, their yellow petals contrasting against her black hair, and when the sunlight shone on them, they looked like a small sun on her head.
Xiao Jue was stunned for a moment, then reached out and touched the flower wreath on her head. The petals felt soft.
"Wow!" She jumped up, threw the shovel into the sandpit, raised both hands above her head, and clapped it twice. "So beautiful! Thank you, Brother Song!"
She circled around the edge of the sandpit.
Her skirt billowed, her ponytail swung, and laughter drifted from the sandpit, one string after another, like silver bells.
The other children nearby also came over to look, and the little girl's eyes lit up; she wanted one too.
Xiao Jue adjusted the flower wreath, tilted her chin up, and looked like a little princess.
Xiao Yunqing sat in the chair, looking at the wreath and the yellow ring around Xiao Jue's head.
My heart ached a little.
I can't quite put my finger on it; it's not anger, it's not jealousy, it's just a sour feeling.
It's like taking a bite of an unripe orange; the juice explodes in your mouth, making you wince from the sourness.
[I want one too.]
[Couldn't he have made one up for me too?]
[I... never mind.]
Song Huan came back and stood in front of the chair. He heard it.
Xiao Yunqing's thoughts drifted over from her, softly, with a hint of grievance, like a child who hadn't received any candy.
Song Huan looked at her.
She sat in the chair, turning her face to the side, refusing to look at him.
Her lips were slightly pouting.
"Are you jealous?" Song Huan asked.
Xiao Yunqing turned around abruptly, her eyes wide open.
"Why would I be jealous?"
The sound was urgent and crisp, like someone had stepped on his tail.
Song Huan smiled and sat down next to her. "He's just a kid, why are you jealous?"
Xiao Yunqing gritted her teeth, "I'm not jealous!"
She turned her face away, her chin raised, her ponytail hanging down her shoulder.
They stopped talking.
His mouth was closed, but pouting.
He placed his hands on his knees, gripped his trouser leg, clenched it briefly, then let go.
At this moment, Song Huan took out a flower wreath from behind her back, which was larger and more densely woven than the previous one.
The straw rope was braided into three strands, making it sturdy and preventing it from coming apart.
The bellflowers were arranged densely, one after another, yellow and bright, with bits of grass still clinging to their petals.
He held it up in front of her.
"This is for you, big friend."
Xiao Yunqing looked at the flower wreath.
She paused for a second, her face turning from white to red, and then pulled her hand back.
"No." The voice was very soft, like a mosquito's hum.
Song Huan ignored her.
Stand up, walk up to her, raise the wreath, and gently place it on her head.
The movements were very gentle, as if afraid of breaking something.
The straw rope made a soft rustling sound when it touched the hair.
The bellflowers drooped down, close to her ear, a small, yellow patch.
She didn't move.
He sat there, head slightly lowered, hands on his knees.
Her face turned bright red, from the tips of her ears all the way down to her neck.
Song Huan took a step back and looked around.
"nice."
Xiao Yunqing reached out and touched the flower wreath on her head. The petals felt soft and cool to the touch.
She lowered her hand, but didn't take it off.
Xiao Jue ran over from the sandpit, wearing a flower wreath on her head and clutching a shovel in her hand.
He ran up to Xiao Yunqing and looked up at her.
"Cousin, you have a flower wreath too!"
She tilted her head and looked at it for two seconds. "So beautiful! Bigger than mine!"
Xiao Yunqing turned her face away.
"It's alright."
She smirked slightly, unable to suppress it.
Xiao Jue ran back to the sandpit.
When the shovel is used, the sand flies high into the air.
The other children joined in, and the three of them made a ruckus, their laughter drifting intermittently from the sandpit.
Song Huan sat in a chair, and Xiao Yunqing sat beside her.
A breeze blew from the other side of the meadow, making the petals on the wreath tremble gently.
The bellflowers on the tree are still falling, one by one, yellow, floating in the air, slowly drifting down.
One of the flowers landed on Xiao Yunqing's shoulder, but she didn't notice.
Song Huan saw it but didn't say anything.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on the two people, creating patches of light and shadow.
In the distance, someone is walking their dog. The dog is running on the grass, and the owner is calling after it.
The swing was empty, swaying gently in the wind.
Xiao Yunqing leaned back in her chair, her hands resting on her knees, a bright yellow flower wreath on her head.
She didn't say anything.
Song Huan didn't say anything. The wind blew by, and the leaves rustled, as if they were speaking for someone.
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(If you have any complaints about the plot, feel free to speak up. The author will read the comments. Chapters 31 to 50 of the junior high school arc have been revised. If there are any problems, please point them out again. (❁´◡`❁)*✲ﾟ*)