Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

He Wanqing was dazzled.

The tomatoes she usually buys at the supermarket are washed and packaged in boxes; she's never seen them growing on vines before.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a particular tomato.

The tomatoes had a unique color; red, yellow, and green intertwined, like brushstrokes in an oil painting—it was absolutely beautiful.

"Is this ripe?" she asked Mo Ye, pointing to the colorful tomato.

Mo Ye glanced at it and nodded:

"They're ripe. That's called a striped tomato; it's not only beautiful, but it also tastes very refreshing."

He Wanqing reached out and took it off, wiped it on her clothes, and took a bite.

It's really delicious, with a very refreshing taste, like a summer breeze.

She had just finished eating half of it and was about to put the other half into her mouth when she suddenly felt something warm sucking on her finger.

She looked down and saw that Mo Ye was looking down and had taken the half-eaten tomato from her hand.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "You!"

Mo Ye chewed on the half-eaten tomato, looking at her with an innocent expression.

He Wanqing looked at her saliva-covered fingers and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Looking at her expression, Mo Ye said with a pitiful expression, "You dislike me?"

He Wanqing said expressionlessly, "If I were to suck on your finger, would you find it offensive?"

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Ye had already put his finger to her lips.

He Wanqing: "..."

How could this person be like this!

I hate it!

She slapped his hand away, then angrily wiped her drool-covered fingers on his clothes until they were clean, before continuing to look at the tomatoes.

Mo Ye looked down at the two faint marks on his clothes and couldn't help but smile.

He Wanqing squatted in the tomato field, bent over, and stared intently at the colorful fruits.

Before we knew it, the moon had already climbed into the sky.

The moonlight fell on her, outlining her soft, undulating curves.

Mo Ye stood behind, looking at that figure from behind, and suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.

I really want to drink water.

What happened?

He swallowed hard and snorted to himself: One day, I'll bully her properly.

He Wanqing ate two more tomatoes, then suddenly remembered something.

What was she doing out tonight?

It aids digestion.

Yes, to aid digestion.

She looked down at her stomach and felt it again.

Why do I feel... even fuller?

She turned to look at Mo Ye, her eyes filled with resentment.

Mo Ye looked completely innocent: "You wanted to eat it yourself, I didn't force you."

He Wanqing huffed angrily.

Mo Ye walked to the corner of the vegetable garden, picked up a water pipe, and turned on the tap.

Cool water gushed from the pipes, splashing onto the vegetables.

He watered the plants for a while, then suddenly turned to He Wanqing and asked, "Want to try?"

He Wanqing's eyes lit up, and she immediately went over.

Mo Ye handed her the water pipe.

He Wanqing took it and, imitating Mo Ye, lifted the hose to sprinkle water evenly onto the vegetable leaves.

Water droplets fell on the leaves, making a crisp "drip drip drip" sound.

In the quiet fields, the sound was especially pleasant.

He Wanqing suddenly felt that the voice was very relaxing.

She took the hose and watered the rows one by one, watching the water droplets sparkle in the moonlight as they fell on the leaves and into the soil, making a rhythmic "drip-drip" sound.

Without realizing it, the corners of my mouth curved up.

Mo Ye stood beside her, looking at her focused profile and the slight upturn of her lips, and his heart suddenly melted.

Mo Ye stood by the edge of the field, watching He Wanqing's back as she diligently watered the plants with the hose, a subtle smile curving his lips.

"Water it more, make sure the soil is thoroughly soaked." He deliberately put on a stern face and spoke in the tone of a master to his apprentice.

He Wanqing didn't turn her head, concentrating on sprinkling water, her voice tinged with a hint of smugness: "I know!!"

She held the hose intently, allowing the water to flow evenly onto the vegetable patch.

Under the moonlight, water droplets glistened on the leaves, making a crisp, melodious "drip-drip-drip" sound. She was so engrossed in this stress-relieving rhythm that she didn't notice the person beside her had quietly left.

While she was watering the vegetables, Mo Ye tiptoed into the depths of the garden.

Along the edge of the field, a patch of tiny wildflowers bloomed.

They were pale purple, small, and clustered together, shimmering with a soft halo under the moonlight.

It is forget-me-not.

He squatted down and began to carefully select.

Pick the ones that are in full bloom, with plump buds, and gather them one by one in your hands.

After he had picked enough, he leaned closer and smelled them.

The scent is very faint, almost undetectable, with only a slight grassy aroma mixed with a faint floral fragrance.

It has a light, clean smell, not pungent at all.

He likes this flavor.

He gathered the flowers together, then pulled a long blade of grass from the side and skillfully tied the flower branches into a bunch.

Then I walked to the edge of the sugarcane grove, picked a few large sugarcane leaves, and used them as wrapping paper for the bouquet, wrapping them layer by layer.

Finally, he picked two foxtail grasses and stuck them on either side of the bouquet, like Sun Wukong's headdress, adding a touch of playfulness to the bouquet.

He examined his work and nodded in satisfaction.

He Wanqing watered it for a while, then felt it was about time.

She looked up and instinctively called out, "Mo Ye, is this okay?"

No one responded.

She paused for a moment, then looked around—the vegetable garden was empty, with only the shadows of vegetables swaying in the moonlight.

"Mo Ye?" she called out again, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Still no one responded.

She turned off the water, stood there holding the hose, and suddenly felt a little panicked.

The chirping of insects, which she had just found pleasant, now sounded unusually clear, carrying an indescribable eeriness.

A cool night breeze rustled the vegetable leaves, and she inexplicably felt a chill down her spine.

"Mo Ye? Where are you?" Her voice was clearly panicked.

Just then, footsteps came from the sugarcane field.

Mo Ye emerged from the woods, something hidden behind his back, a smile on his face: "What's wrong, Wanqing? Are you done watering?"

The moment He Wanqing saw him, it was as if a switch had been flipped on.

She dropped the hose she was holding, ran straight to him, and threw herself into his arms.

"Why did you leave me here all alone!" Her voice was muffled in his chest, trembling slightly. "I was so scared..."

Mo Ye was stunned.

He felt the person in his arms trembling slightly, and his heart clenched.

It's all my fault. I wanted to surprise her, but I almost made a mess of it.

He quickly put his free hand around her, gently patted her back, and coaxed her softly, "It's my fault, it's my fault, I won't do it again next time."

He Wanqing buried herself in his arms, greedily absorbing his warmth and scent, and it took her a while to calm down.

Mo Ye felt that her breathing had become steady, so he took out the flower that he had hidden behind his back and handed it to her.

"This is for you."

He Wanqing looked down and froze.

A bouquet of flowers.

The pale purple flowers, wrapped in sugarcane leaves and with two foxtail grasses stuck on either side, looked especially lovely in the moonlight.

Did he just leave to prepare flowers for himself?

She sniffed, and the grievances and fear in her heart instantly dissipated.

"Hmph," she took the flowers, still trying to sound tough, "I'll forgive you for the sake of these flowers..."