Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

The old locust tree grows next to the house. During the blooming season, the locust flowers are especially beautiful, with green leaves and white blossoms that are indescribably lovely.

The clusters of locust blossoms were heavy with their fragrance, filling the courtyard.

Fu Sichen stood on the roof, reached out and pulled the locust flowers over, picked them off. Aunt Yu said that the locust flowers could be picked and steamed to eat. She had never eaten them before and was curious, so she wanted to try them.

As Yu Shinan entered the gate and stood in the courtyard, he looked up and saw the girl standing on the roof.

She wore an apricot-colored knitted shoulder-strap dress with a light pink V-neck sweater on top. Her hair was styled with two long, thin braids adorned with red threads that cascaded down her dark, flowing hair, making her look playful and lively.

In April and May, the wind is gentle.

Yu Shinan stared at her feet on the roof, frowning. "Why are you climbing so high? Don't fall."

"Auntie said I can steam locust flowers, I'd like to try it." The girl's clear voice was full of laughter, as if she had no worries at all.

"It's not as delicious as you think."

Fu Sichen didn't hear clearly, so he looked down and saw the man washing his face in a basin. He plunged his head down and almost buried his entire face in the basin, so his voice was swallowed up.

Fu Sichen stared blankly at the man, who had his hands on the edge of the basin. The way he buried his face in the water made his arm muscles tense, and his shoulder blades were taut.

Her two older brothers are both more handsome than him.

This person has very sharp edges; when he's carefree, he doesn't seem like a good person, and his nonchalant demeanor makes him look like a street thug. But when he puts on a serious face, he looks like a stern and unsmiling patriarch, absolutely tough.

But he's a different person when he's cooking. Flames rise in the kitchen, and he skillfully flips the iron pot and brightly colored dishes in his hands. His strong and powerful arm muscles are particularly attractive, a kind of power that makes your heart flutter.

In short, compared to his brother's meticulous craftsmanship, he was like rough steel forged at high temperatures, wild and rugged.

But she just couldn't help but feel her heart flutter.

Just like now, even after washing his face, it's still very rough. He raised his face and haphazardly touched his face with both hands. Water droplets splashed from his face and hands, and even from a distance, it felt as if they had splashed on him, a little cool.

Fu Sichen couldn't help but touch his cheek, only to find it burning hot.

He grabbed the towel draped outside and glanced in her direction while wiping his face. Fu Sichen quickly looked away and asked again, "What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."

"I said, steamed locust flowers aren't as delicious as you think." This girl is picky about food; she wants it to taste good and look nice too.

Moreover, the delicious food she has access to is beyond question. How can these home-style farm meals compare to the skills of a star chef?

However, I also know that she's just looking for something new, so I'm giving her a heads-up in advance to avoid disappointing her.

"Then I'll try it too."

Fu Sichen tilted his head and smiled, then grabbed a branch to pick locust flowers.

"Get down."

He stood below, watching her, and suddenly gave the order.

Fu Sichen looked at the few locust flowers in the small basket with a puzzled expression. "This isn't enough, is it?"

As they were talking, the man climbed up the ladder. The bamboo ladder that she had walked on so shakily and fearfully was nothing to him. He climbed up in just a few steps.

He stood beside her, casting a large shadow over her. Before Fu Sichen could react, he had already grabbed her arm and pulled her back, taking over her position and taking over her work.

In no time at all, the small basket was full.

Fu Sichen said, "Brother Nan, you're too rough."

Yu Shinan glanced at her, "Once you've finished picking them, you don't need to eat lunch."

Fu Sichen pouted unhappily and pushed him from behind.

As he happened to be bending down to pick up the small basket filled with locust flowers, her hand, of all people, accidentally pushed against his upturned buttocks.

Fu Sichen was stunned.

The man suddenly straightened up, so fast that it seemed as if the surrounding air itself was stirred up by his movements.

She almost instinctively took a step back, but before she could even take half a step, her waist was grabbed. "Why are you backing away? Trying to fall?"

The man's forehead was taut, and his voice was strained.

Fu Sichen turned his head and gasped in shock, "Oh my god!"

The house in his hometown had no roof edge to shield her head, so he didn't need to hold her anymore; he had no more reserve.

Fu Sichen hugged him tightly, afraid that she might accidentally fall.

Yu Shinan was silent for a moment, then reached out and pulled her arm. "Let's go downstairs."

The girl's slender, fair arms seemed to leave a red mark when he grabbed them. He deliberately softened his grip, but she wouldn't let go of him.

The difference between men and women is obvious just by looking at them, and even more so when you hold them in your arms.

It felt hard everywhere, like bone fragments that were grating on my skin.

Seeing his suddenly darkened expression, Fu Sichen quickly let go of her hand, pulled her to the other side, and stood near the eaves, urging her to go down.

Fu Sichen glanced at him with a smile. Some people are sensitive to sweet words, but she preferred this kind of understated gentleness.

Although his complexion still didn't look very good.

Honestly, it's not like you'll lose anything by giving me a hug, so why are you making such a sour face?

Miss Fu snorted inwardly, clearly displeased, but still obediently followed him.

She was still a little scared looking at the creaky bamboo ladder, so she reached out and tugged at his arm. "Brother Nan, how am I supposed to get down? I'm scared."

"How did you climb up here?" Yu Shinan squatted down in front of the ladder to adjust his position. Actually, the height wasn't particularly high; even a seven or eight-year-old child could climb it with great enthusiasm. However, some people were just afraid, which was understandable.

"Aunt Yu was holding the ladder from below, and Xiao Fei was leading me from above..."

Xiaofei is the little boy next door, about ten years old. He jumps around like a little monkey, and even climbs up and lies on the roof laughing at her.

Fu Sichen climbed up almost with his eyes closed. When he was at the bottom, he didn't think it was that high, but he got scared when he started climbing the ladder. However, he managed to climb up despite the kid's laughter.

As for how to proceed, I haven't thought about it; there will always be a way.

Brother Nan is here.

Yu Shinan positioned the ladder perfectly, stepped onto it, descended a few steps, looked up at her, and said, "Alright, let's go down."

The girl turned around and stepped down the ladder. He was below her, which made her feel much more at ease, although her heart was still pounding.

The apricot-colored knitted dress accentuated her shapely figure. He looked up and couldn't help but stare at her slender legs and round, plump buttocks wrapped in the close-fitting knitted fabric. As she walked down the apricot-colored dress, her buttocks swayed like fruit hanging from her slender waist.

Yu Shinan scrambled down and jumped in a few steps.

He descended quickly, the bamboo ladder swaying precariously, and Fu Sichen clung desperately to it, on the verge of tears.

She turned her head and saw that Yu Shinan had already gone downstairs, her voice trembling with tears, "Why did you go downstairs first?"

"I'll hold the ladder for you, you can go down, no problem," he said in a calm voice.

The midday sun cast no shadows, yet the girl's slender figure cast a half-shadow on his face.

Fu Sichen lay motionless, almost crying; she couldn't get down, she was scared.

She went up and down, the person on top crying, and the person below patiently coaxing her down, and the stalemate lasted for a long time.

He went up again, and she followed his lead, step by step, down.

She didn't want him to walk too fast; she wanted him to wait for her to come down before continuing.

He was so tall that she often felt like she was nestled in his arms, secretly delighted, feeling both sweet and shy.

When they reached the last few floors, he seemed to have finally lost all patience. With his iron arms, he scooped her up and carried her down.

Due to the difference in position and height, his face was almost completely buried in her chest. The man's well-defined features were like a sculpted stone statue, every stroke sharply imprinted in her bones.

My heart is pounding.

But he may never have heard it.

But the locust blossoms smelled wonderful that day, and even his not-so-pleasant "Stand still" sounded exceptionally pleasant.

It's so beautiful that she still feels like crying when she thinks about it.

Fu Sichen put down his pen, and the two cartoon characters on the paper came to life, while the locust tree was in full bloom.

I hadn't thought about the past for a long time, but this illustration of locust flowers that I was invited to paint brought it back to mind.

The flutter of my heart during my teenage years was strangled in the past; all the joy I felt has vanished like dust in the wind.

The phone rang, and Fu Sichen answered it happily when she saw Lai Xian, sweetly calling out, "Second Sister-in-law."

"Sichen, your second brother said you have a flight tomorrow? I'll come pick you up."

"No need, Han Yi said he'll pick me up."

"Oh, right, you two haven't seen each other in a long time, have you?" Xu Qingcheng smiled. "Then I won't disturb your reunion. Call me after you've adjusted to the time difference."