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Chapter 724 They Have Not Seen

Chapter 724 They have not seen

The grass grows fast in the mountains, and the weeds in front of Izabella'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 Izabella had not planted a pomegranate tree on the side.

The pomegranate tree planted ten months ago was only knee-high to her when she transplanted 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.

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

When Izabella 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 have come 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.

Izabella 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 again last 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 class as me. victor is particularly 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 Izabella covered it with dirt, "Grandma,

you wait for me, when I earn money, I will definitely bring you to the city!"

At this point, Izabella'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 Izabella 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!"

Izabella 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 Izabella wipe her tears.

He just watched from a distance and didn't bother to come forward.

Izabella cried for a few seconds, recovered emotionally, and hurriedly straightened the tears on her

face.

She glanced in Victor's direction and Izabella 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.

Izabella sat quietly for a while longer, waiting for the tears on her face to be completely 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?"

Izabella 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 Izabella came just now, she saw the pomegranate tree next to all the weeds and just felt painful NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

and uncomfortable.

She will be inside the city, the town's remote village, a year will only be able to come back so one time.

Victor raised an eyebrow, "Where do I get it?"

"The hills are full of wildflowers."

Izabella 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.

Izabella 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 Izabella 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 then lay 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 Izabella had no room to refuse.

"But, Victor do you know where there are wildflowers?"

"Not the patch of wildflowers we just came up on?"

Izabella 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.

Izabella 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 Izabella'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 planted with a circle of wildflowers.

Those wildflowers red, yellow, white, blue and purple, all colors, were buried by Izabella neatly yarded

into a circle, without looking closely, no one would know that the front is a graveyard.

Izabella didn't dare to delay 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.

Izabella was not expecting to run into her former classmates here, and a few of the punks who have

been loafing around since junior high walked in with cigarettes in their mouths.

Izabella 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.

Izabella like that, they don't see it.

Izabella 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 Izabella's head, "Are you full yet?"

Izabella 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 Izabella didn't want to be

recognized by them.

Victor took out twenty-five dollars directly from inside his wallet, pressed it on the table, and walked

over to pull her up, "Let's go."

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

But those few punks have long noticed Izabella, and two of them came forward to a column: "Beauty,

what a face, I've never seen it, get to know it?"