summer evening.

In the garden of the villa, red roses are in full bloom.

The handsome young man put his easel in front of the flowers to sketch from life. The setting sun fell on his focused and earnest face. His fair skin was tanned pink, and the fine hair seemed to be coated with a layer of light.

He was troubled by the painting that was about to be formed, and he always felt that this rose bush was beautiful but boring, as if something was missing.

Beside him was a six or seven-year-old girl, wearing a white tutu skirt and two buns, holding a small nozzle connected to a water pipe in her hand.

"Brother." The little girl looked at the boy's canvas on tiptoe, "Have you finished the painting? I'm going to water the flowers."

The weather is hot recently, and my mother told me to water the roses every morning and evening.

The young man's eyes lit up when he heard the words, pointed to the other end of the flower bush, and said, "You water it, start from there."

He moved the easel back a bit, adjusted the angle, and planned to add something to the left side of the slightly empty canvas.

"Then I'm going to start." The little girl dragged the water pipe to the side of the flowers, and shouted: "Brother, please help me open it."

The boy gave an OK gesture, bent down and turned on the faucet at one end of the pipe.

The little girl immediately unscrewed the small water valve on the nozzle and pointed it at the flowers. The fine mist sprayed from the nozzle and fell on the red rose petals.

The boy quickly wrote on the left side of the canvas, outlining the image of the little girl watering the flowers.

Jingle bell

A series of bicycle bells rang, and several boys rode past the garden.

The boy raised his eyes, just in time to meet the eyes of the boy riding in the front.

The other party was driving against the setting sun, with handsome features, but with a cropped cut, he looked a bit cold.The white T-shirt on his body was blown backwards by the wind, and the cloth in front of him was attached to his abdomen, and the outline of his abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen.

Behind him, a boy in a blue T-shirt noticed the siblings in the garden and whistled at them with a smile.

The little girl watering the flowers turned around when she heard the movement, and turned to the direction of the person with the nozzle in her hand——

The water mist slid out a graceful arc in the air, spraying towards several boys riding bicycles.

"Ouch, I'm going!" the whistling boy lowered his head and shouted, and quickly pedaled out of the "shower area".

The few companions who escaped by riding ahead looked back at him and laughed unkindly.

The short-cut boy in a white T-shirt also looked back, his stern expression warmed up, the corner of his lower lip slightly curled up, and he drove past the boy quickly.

"Ah—I'm sorry!" The little girl watering the flowers hastily turned the direction of the nozzle, but it was too much, and the water mist reflected a rainbow in the setting sun, and sprayed it on the boy who was in a trance.

"Yuanyuan!" The young man was startled, and quickly picked up his easel to avoid it.

"Brother!" The little girl holding the nozzle shouted, hurriedly turned off the water valve, dropped the hose and ran towards the boy.

The boy's hair and the cartoon apron covered in paint were a little wet, and his face was also stained with water, and he was a little at a loss.

Thinking of how many strangers saw his embarrassed appearance at this moment, the young man's cheeks flushed suddenly, feeling a little ashamed.

"Brother." The younger sister ran over, looked at him nervously, then looked at the painting beside him, bit her lower lip, and blamed herself so much that she was about to cry, "I'm sorry..."

The boy paused, didn't bother to check the painting, and hurriedly patted her on the head to comfort her: "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

Several boys riding bicycles stopped and turned to look at the brothers and sisters.

One of the boys in a black T-shirt raised his foot and kicked the boy in a dark blue T-shirt, "I let you tease the little girl, and you will pay for the damage to the painting?"

"I'm a victim too!" The boy in the blue T-shirt brushed his wet hair, "Look at me—"

The short-cut boy in the white T-shirt in the lead glanced at him, and he immediately swallowed the last part of his sentence, then turned his head and shouted to the brothers and sisters, "I'm sorry."

The young man pursed his lips to check his painting. It was fine, but there was a little water behind the easel, and the painting was fine.

He paused, then looked down at his sister, "You... tell them it's okay for me."

He didn't know what he was awkward about, but he was very embarrassed anyway and didn't dare to look at those boys.

Or eye-to-eye with a cut-cut guy in a white T-shirt.

The little girl was not as shy as he was, and she graciously shouted to the boys: "It's okay, I caused trouble, brothers, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

The innocent and playful voice made several big boys smile, "It doesn't matter here, brother."

"You have the nerve to say it! You are not as sensible as other little girls."

"Get off! You don't teach me a lesson."

The boy glanced over there. The boy in the white T-shirt didn't speak, but opened the gate to the garden next door.Several other boys pushed their bicycles and walked in noisily.

But the boy in the white T-shirt turned back a certain distance and came to the outside of the boy's garden.

When he got closer, the boy realized that he was very tall and looked a bit fierce.The boy's hand hanging by his side subconsciously grabbed the corner of the apron, feeling the urge to take a half step back.

But he held back.

Then I heard the other party say: "Sorry, my friends are noisy, I hope I won't disturb you."

The young man was slightly surprised, and found that the other party's voice was very nice.It is the kind of bass that is between a teenager and an adult male, with a little bit of magnetism.

The tone is also very polite, not as fierce as the appearance - based on the limited experience of teenagers, many boys with short cuts in school are "thorns" who are not easy to mess with.

But the boy in front of him doesn't seem to be.So he smiled politely at the other party: "It's okay, I shouldn't bother you."

Unless you demolish the house, there are two gardens between the two villas, and there is a path in the middle, so it is difficult to disturb each other.

The boy nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the little girl next to the boy calling him, "Big brother."

The little girl looked up at him: "Did you move here two days ago?"

The boy was slightly taken aback, and nodded at her.

He looked a bit cruel without smiling, but the little girl was not afraid of him at all, and said with a smile, "Then we will be neighbors from now on."

"Yeah." The boy's expression softened a little, and he looked at her and the boy, "Nice to meet you."

The little girl grabbed the boy beside her, "My name is Xu Jiayuan, and this is my brother Xu Jianian. What's your name, big brother?"

"Lin He!"

Before the boy answered, someone called his name from the garden next door, "Come here and open the door!"

The boy glanced over there, didn't repeat his name, and said to the siblings, "Let's go first, let's talk next time."

Xu Jiayuan was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand: "Big brother, goodbye."

When the other party walked away, she held her brother's hand, "Brother, which 'lin' and which 'he' are you?"

"……have no idea."

Xu Jianian looked away from the garden next door, and led his sister back to the house: "When parents come back, ask them."

At this time, Xu Jianian would not have expected that his later self would remember this person's name in his heart, hide it in the painting, and mention it over and over again.

Lin Xiangru's Lin, congratulations.

In the evening, Xu's father and Xu's mother came back and told the brothers and sisters the boy's name.

"His father is the chairman of Donglai Group and has business dealings with our family." Xu's father said.

"oh."

Xu Jianian just finished his senior high school entrance examination yesterday, and his parents lived with him in an apartment near the examination center for the past few days. They didn't specifically mention the new neighbors who moved in next door.So today is the first time he met his new neighbor.

Xu's mother said: "He seems to have graduated from No. 1 middle school. He lived in school before, but now he has moved here after finishing the college entrance examination."

Xu's father said to Xu Jianian: "Your first choice is also No. 1 Middle School, and he and he will be alumni from now on."

Xu's mother: "That's right, you can just ask him, what is the approximate admission score for No. 1 middle school in the past few years."

"..." Xu Jianian was speechless, didn't they check the admission line of No. 1 Middle School long ago?Why do you need to ask others?And it's too late to ask now, isn't it?

Xu Jiayuan was very happy to meet her new neighbor, "Then can I go and play with my big brother?"

Xu's mother smiled: "Why are you looking for someone to play with?" They may not want to take you.

Xu Jiayuan said: "Ride a bike! I want to ask my big brother to teach me how to ride a bike."

Xu's father was slightly surprised: "A bicycle? It seems that children under the age of twelve are not allowed to ride."

Xu Jiayuan's mouth narrowed, her eyebrows and eyes drooped.Mother Xu comforted her: "Don't you know how to ride your own little bicycle?"

Xu Jiayuan was not stupid, "It's different! Big brother's car is bigger, and it only has two wheels."

Unlike hers, which had two tiny wheels, it wasn't cool at all.

Xu Jianian gave her a piece of ribs, "You are still young, so you can only ride a small bicycle."

Xu Jiayuan blinked: "Then brother, go learn! My brother can ride a big bicycle."

Xu Jianian: "..."

"That's true." Xu's mother said, "Niannian still doesn't know how to ride a bicycle, right? You can ask Lin He for advice."

"No." Xu Jianian's cheeks were slightly warm, "I don't know him well." If he wrestled in front of the other party, it would be embarrassing.

Xu's father: "You'll get to know each other more often. If you're embarrassed, we'll go and ask for you."

Xu Jianian: "...whatever."

The next evening, when Xu Jianian was painting in the studio, he heard Xu Jiayuan's footsteps running over.

"Brother, the big brother next door is here."

Xu Jianian paused slightly, "...Understood, please wait a moment."

He finished the last two strokes of this color block, put down the brush, and saw that Xu Jiayuan couldn't wait to invite her to the studio.

"Here, here." Xu Jiayuan said, "This is my brother's studio, and the paintings in it are all drawn by my brother."

Lin He stopped by the door, looked at the boy in the studio, and asked politely, "Is it convenient to come in?"

"Ah...it's convenient, come in, come in." Xu Jianian glanced at the messy studio, a little embarrassed, wanted to tidy it up, but didn't know where to start.

Lin He walked into the studio, looked around, and was a little surprised by the number of paintings here.

It turned out to be a little painter.

"You are amazing." He complimented.

Xu Jianian's cheeks were slightly hot, and he scratched his ears, "No, I'm not good enough at drawing."

"But it has your own style." Lin He's eyes fell on a few paintings placed in the most prominent positions, "It feels very warm."

Xu Jianian looked at him in surprise. The art teacher his father hired for him also said the same thing about him. Did this person in front of him give him such a high evaluation after only looking at his paintings twice?

Seeing him stunned, Lin He paused, and said, "Sorry, I don't know much about painting, if I'm wrong—"

"No." Xu Jianian curled his lips, "I just like to draw warm pictures."

"Like this!" Xu Jiayuan walked to Xu Jianian's unfinished painting, "My brother painted me."

Lin He looked over and found that this painting happened to be the scene of yesterday evening——

In the rose garden, a little girl waters the flowers with a small nozzle. The mist reflects a rainbow in the setting sun, and a boy in a white T-shirt rides a bicycle, leaving a silhouette.

"Is this me?" Lin He asked, it seemed that he was the only one wearing a white T-shirt yesterday.

Xu Jianian's cheeks burned suddenly, and he quickly turned the easel to the wall, avoiding answering, "I, I haven't finished painting yet..."

Lin He found that he was embarrassed, and made an analogy to himself. If a word is not finished or written to satisfaction, he is not willing to be seen by others.

So he looked away, changed the subject and said, "Uncle Xu said you want to learn how to ride a bicycle from me."

"Huh? Oh, yes, I think."

As long as you don't look at his paintings, you can do anything else.

Lin He thought his nervous appearance was a bit cute, and bent the corners of his lips, "Then do you have a bicycle? If you have one, you can start learning it now."

Xu Jianian was taken aback: "Uh...no."

Lin He Weidun: "My car may not be suitable for beginners... Do you have time now?"

Xu Jianian: "Huh?"

"Let's go buy a car."