Disintegration

When the sun shone on his body, it was nice and warm. Jiang Kuai was wearing a moon-white innerwear and sat lazily on the old-fashioned wooden armchair.

The old-fashion wooden armchair was at the pagoda below the steps and was facing the sun.

In the pagoda, he could enjoy the rustling of the green bamboo and flowers everywhere but he liked sunbathing even more. The unexplainable feeling of comfort when the sun was shining on him was as if he was melted as a whole, and he could completely relax.

He squinted his eyes that opened from time to time to stare at his wife who was busy in the parterre.

Tina rolled her sleeves up and revealed her white-lotus-like arm while holding a long scissor, trimming the flower branches.

Even though there was someone to upkeep the parterre, it seemed a little messy and lacked details. So only the weeds were removed, leaving the flower shapes and branches untrimmed.