One winter, snow, the biggest snow in a decade. I asked Mr. Hu, "You do not go back this year?" "Do not go back, the snow is too big and inconvenient." "Yes?" I went on to ask, "Does that Mr. Hu particularly hate this heavy snow? "Mr. Hu held his hand and caught the snowflake floating down from the sky and said," Little you see, the white snowflake is beautiful, but only for a moment, so little words, the moment of beauty, why should I hate it? "
After that, instead of continuing with this topic, I asked one question that I always wanted to ask.
"Mr. Hu, why do you like wearing gowns so much?" Maybe this question asked some unexpected, I obviously felt Mr. Hu's face froze for a moment, and then returned to the usual smile, he looked back to answer afar : "Because of my mother, my mother said I really liked seeing me wear long gowns, especially white gowns." He touched the gown's button and continued, "This white gown was made for me by my mother's deathbed The last one. "
"Good looking," I replied.
This is the last winter I had with Mr. Hu. Because soon I went abroad to study with my father and my friend. On the day of departure, Mr. Hu sent me a bouquet of red flowers, which he said was called Begonia. I took the flower and said: "In contrast, I prefer white tricolors."
Years later, I returned from studying abroad, and Mr. Hu had already left here. I found several white tricos under his windowsill. Father said this is Mr. Hu personally planted .
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