"Xia Qingyan."
"Huh?"
"What kind of tree is that in the yard near the gate?"
Xia Qingyan had just sealed the remaining watermelon with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator when he heard Fang Yuxia's question. He approached Fang Yuxia and looked in the direction of her finger. There was indeed a tree in the yard near the gate. It was tall and tall. Looking at the trunk, it was estimated that it was not very old.
"It's an elm tree."
"When was it planted? I remember it wasn't there when I came to your house that summer."
Xia Qingyan thought for a while: "A few years ago, not long after you returned, a relative of mine started doing gardening work and offered to give our family a tree for us to choose. I chose this elm tree at that time."
Fang Yuxia nodded, already chewing most of the watermelon in her hand, and asked him in a loud voice: "Do you like elm trees very much?"
Xia Qingyan was stunned for a long time, and then laughed out loud, with a muffled voice. Only then did Fang Yuxia realize that he had dimples looming at the corners of his mouth when he smiled, and heard his smiling tone,
"Yeah, I like it very much."
If there are any similarities, it is purely accidental. Please bear with me, respect the originality, and pay tribute to the classics.
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