The grass grows fast in the mountains, and the weeds in front of Izabe’s grandmother’s grave had not been tended for more than eight months, and she would not have recognized it as her grandmother’s grave if Izabe had not nted a pomegranate tree on the side.


    The pomegranate tree nted ten months ago was only knee-high to her when she transnted it, but after ten months of growth, the pomegranate tree is growing happily, and now it has grown to her shoulder height, and will bear fruit in another two years.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    Izabe put the basket down, took the scythe from it, and started weeding.


    When Izabe was young, she could still see people growing vegetables and raising chickens in the mountains, but since she entered junior high school, fewer and fewer people havee up to the mountains.


    The surrounding area is quiet, yesterday a heavy rainstorm, the grass roots are still wet, the mud underneath is still a little soft.


    Izabe got rid of all the weeds around, burned paper money, and knelt in front of that monument to talk about her recent life.


    “Grandma, I saw you against night and you were smiling and wondering if you were having a good time over there. My life is good now, Aunt Alicia and Uncle Ashley are very nice to me. By the way, I have two brothers, one is Marcus, he is the son of Aunt Alicia and Uncle Ashley, he is three years older than me, he is in his first year of college this year, he is very good-looking and very gentle to me. There is another brother named Victor, but I call him Victor.”


    She said, pursing her lips: “He is Aunt Alicia’s good friend – Aunt Suny’s son, a year older than me, and in the same ss as me. victor is particrly good at studying, I am not good at math, he taught me, this final exam, I even got a math test of One hundred and twenty points.”


    The paper money in front of him had already been burned, and Izabe covered it with dirt, “Grandma, you wait for me, when I earn money, I will definitely bring you to the city!”


    At this point, Izabe’s feverish eyes finally resisted dropping a tear.


    She was afraid that Victor would see her, so she quickly raised her hand and wiped away her tears, but one drop was wiped away and there were more.


    She studied so hard, just want to grow up to be able to earn money, the grandmother received the city inside to enjoy the blessings.


    But she still can’t outrun the years, even if she tries to grow up again, she is still so much slower.


    The wind blew over and Izabe wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffled fiercely: “Don’t be angry, I’m not crying, really, the wind is too strong and it’s confusing my eyes!”


    Izabe said, wiping her eyes once more in a hurry.


    This time, she held back.


    Victor stood watching from a short distance, and despite the distance of seven or eight meters, he was able to see Izabe wipe her tears.


    He just watched from a distance and didn’t bother toe forward.


    Izabe cried for a few seconds, recovered emotionally, and hurriedly straightened the tears on her face.


    She nced in Victor’s direction and Izabe was slightly relieved to see that he was looking away and not noticing herself.


    She will soon be seventeen, and seventeen is not an age when you can just cry.


    Izabe sat quietly for a while longer, waiting for the tears on her face to bepletely gone before she got up and ran to Victor: “Victor, go over there and wait for me, I have to get something else.”


    Victor heard her say this and put away his phone, “What else do you want to get?”


    Izabe pursed her lips: “Grandma loved flowers when she was alive, and I wanted to get some for her.”


    In the past, when Grandma was alive, the yard was filled with flowers.


    When Izabe came just now, she saw the pomegranate tree next to all the weeds and just felt painful and ufortable.


    She will be inside the city, the town’s remote vige, a year will only be able toe back so one time.


    Victor raised an eyebrow, “Where do I get it?”


    “The hills are full of wildflowers.”


    Izabe said, emphatically, “I’ll just get it myself.”


    She knew Victor had a cleanliness problem, and after all the rain yesterday, the soil was still a little wet, so it would get very dirty.


    “How do I get it?”


    Victor, however, had no intention of standing by and he asked her directly.


    Izabe was embarrassed: “Victor, it’s dirty.”


    Victor looked at her, “It will soon be noon again, do you think it would be faster for two people to get it, or for you to get it alone?”


    Victor said that Izabe could not refute, she pursed her lips: “just dig a whole piece of soil over and bury it.


    The wildflowers inside the mountains are good to raise, with soil to dig over, directly in front of Grandma’s grave and theny some soil on it.


    Victor understood what she meant: “I’ll get the flowers, you take care of the burying, and by the way, clean up the other weeds on the dirt.”


    Victor’s distribution was reasonable and Izabe had no room to refuse.


    “But, Victor do you know where there are wildflowers?”


    “Not the patch of wildflowers we just came up on?”


    Izabe didn’t expect Victor to be so observant, “It’s okay.”


    “Hmm.”


    Victor said, took the shovel directly from inside the basket and turned around and folded back.


    Izabe was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed.


    Seeing her follow, Victor gave her a look, “Just one shovel, you pull the weeds.”


    His words put a direct stop to Izabe’s intention to dig with her hands, and she squatted with a red face in front of the clods Victor had dug out and began pulling weeds.


    Victor’s movements were sharper than she thought, and the two men worked really fast, but in an hour’s time, what was just bare in front of the grave was now neatly nted with a circle of wildflowers.


    Those wildflowers red, yellow, white, blue and purple, all colors, were buried by Izabe neatly yarded into a circle, without looking closely, no one would know that the front is a graveyard.


    Izabe didn’t dare to dy any longer, so she and Victor went down the hill.


    Back inside the old house, the two men washed the dirty sludge off their bodies and hurriedly walked out to the intersection to wait for the car back to town.


    The two returned to town already one o’clock, picked a noodle shop to deal with lunch.


    Izabe was not expecting to run into her former ssmates here, and a few of the punks who have been loafing around since junior high walked in with cigarettes in their mouths.


    Izabe was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but her exposed arms were blindingly white.


    The few idle punks shake here and there every day, and they know exactly which girls are pretty in town.


    Izabe like that, they don’t see it.


    Izabe recognized them immediately, her head bowed and her hands trembling as she gripped her chopsticks.


    Victor looked at her, his eyes swept over the punks, his peach blossom eyes teased, he raised his hand and put the duck cap on Izabe’s head, “Are you full yet?”


    Izabe didn’t dare to look up and just nodded, “Full.”


    She wasn’t really full, but those guys were not to be messed with, and Izabe didn’t want to be recognized by them.


    Victor took out twenty-five dors directly from inside his wallet, pressed it on the table, and walked over to pull her up, “Let’s go.”


    Izabe got up with her head down and followed Victor out the door.


    But those few punks have long noticed Izabe, and two of them came forward to a column: “Beauty, what a face, I’ve never seen it, get to know it?”