Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 239 The Second Level of Flower Language

When the shutter was pressed, Lizi asked puzzledly: "Sister Ren, what are you still shooting?"

Lizi really didn't know what Ren Ziling was still doing with these pictures at this time.

They patted the backs of the villagers who were cleaning up the collapsed mud and rocks on the road.

Maybe today we can clear a path that can be walked?
"If you are bored, you can go to the village for a stroll."

Lizi pouted and said, "What's so interesting, no one has come out of the village."

The antidote has been handed over, and according to Lu Chaosheng, it was diluted and injected to the infected villagers one by one.The bodies of the infected villagers also began to recover gradually.It just needs a process, so most people can only stay at home to cultivate.

The group did not leave right away - because even if the antidote came out, according to Lu Chaosheng, it was undoubtedly configured by him. He has been studying this formula all the time, but he has never been able to realize it again.

Ma Houde felt that the doctor's unilateral formula might not be careful enough, and he was afraid that the virus in the village had not been cleaned up, so he contacted a medical team to temporarily isolate the village. Qiu and the others left.

So they stayed for a few more days.

"Hey, how did they transport the silt up the mountain?" Lizi looked puzzled as the villagers loaded the silt into the carts, but they didn't throw them into the sea or pile them up in the forest, "This... It seems to be listening to Chaoya?"

Ren Ziling still pressed the shutter button, and it seemed that only she knew what the camera was capturing.

She changed the angle, squatted down, adjusted the wide-angle lens, and said, "Wu Qiushui said that after discussion with the villagers, they plan to use the earth and rocks to build a statue."

"statue?"

"The statue of the sea god's wife." Ren Ziling said calmly, "It's for worship."

Lizi opened her mouth, raised her head, and looked at the cliff.She stroked her hair, which was a little disheveled by the sea breeze.

Suddenly, Lizi said: "Sister Ren, let me help you too!"

"You'd be doing me a great favor by not shouting that you're hungry." Ren Ziling said with a blank look.

"Don't be like this..." Lizi looked aggrieved.

……

"Ma Sir, according to Lu Chaosheng's confession, all the explosives he used to blow up the cliff have been found, and there should be no omissions."

Inside the small clinic, Ma Houde looked at the contents of the box he found out, "It's all homemade explosives."

Ma Houde shook his head, sighed and said, "This Lu Chaosheng is considered a talent, and he researched the antidote by himself. It's a pity that he went astray."

The young police officer also nodded in agreement, and suddenly asked, "But Ma Sir, let's just leave this matter alone?"

"Except for the one who frightened himself to death..." Ma Houde snorted coldly: "No one who was infected in this village died. The collective wish of this village is not to pursue it... To be honest, if they pursue it to the end, Labor and management will also pursue what they did decades ago, even if the time limit for pursuing responsibility has passed, I will let the whole society spit out these people to death!"

"This...Ma Sir, calm down!" The young police officer wiped his cold sweat and said, "But like this, the procedure seems to be a bit..."

"Labor and capital are called flexibility!"

Ma Houde snorted and said: "Learn! You! Pattern! Young people, it is inevitable to make mistakes occasionally, but if they can turn around, why don't we give them a chance? It is only a matter of applause if you have to kill them all at once? We are Law enforcers are right, but for whom do we enforce the law? If we don’t even give her a chance, who else can give her a chance to reform? The law is nothing more than human feelings. The existence of the law is for punishment and restraint, but it is also In order to give prisoners a convenient door to start over."

"Ma Sir, I understand!" The little police officer looked taught.

Ma Houde glared, "You know what! I'm about to retire, don't learn from me! Hurry up and take these things away!"

"I know, I know!" The little police officer quickly picked up the box and ran out.

Seeing how the little police officer was busy leaving, Ma SIR sighed and said, "But the prisoner has to be willing to open this door for it to exist."

Ma Houde suddenly spat and looked at the small clinic, "Bah! If you don't want to open it, just shoot it down!"

Police officer Mahou Dema, who has a beer belly and will retire in a few years, is still hot-tempered.

……

……

In the observation deck on the lawn connected to the holiday house, Luo Qiu was sitting on the long wooden bench near the guardrail and facing the sea, with his head lowered, drawing on it with a pen.

There are teapots and teacups next to them, and the maid is standing beside them.

This is what Lu Yiyun saw at this time... Although she knew that these two were fellow travelers with Ren Ziling and Lizi, she also knew that these two and those two seemed to be people from different worlds.

Even after experiencing what happened on Tingchao Cliff, when the little girl faced these two people, she still had a feeling of awe rather than gratitude.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over, "Luo, Mr. Luo, Miss Youye."

"Snacks?" Luo Qiu didn't even look up, "The cookies made by You Ye are delicious."

"No, no need, I'm not hungry." Lu Yiyun quickly waved his hands.

If it was just a feeling that it was difficult for people to approach at the reception a few days ago... then now it is a huge sense of oppression.

"I heard that the proprietress has left?"

Lu Yiyun nodded and said: "Mom...she can't stay anymore, everyone in the village knows about her and the village chief. Last night, she left quietly without bringing anything. My father said that when we married her It's just to take care of me... Now, let's go. She is also at this age, and it may not be easy in the future."

Luo Aiyu's question was Lu Hai's private matter, Luo Qiu knew it when he knew it, and he was not interested in exploring it further.

At this moment, Luo Qiu stopped his hands, looked at Lu Yiyun and said, "Youye attacked you twice that day, which was considered to have broken the foundation of the demon in you. And you also got rid of the demon nature yourself. Basically, It will recur, but you'd better pay attention to yourself, excessive pain will also have a certain chance to revive your demon nature."

"I-I know."

Luo Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Is the injury on your body better?"

Lu Yiyun touched her belly subconsciously and said, "It's fine if you don't move around."

"So..." Luo Qiu nodded, stood up, glanced at the little girl, then walked back towards the holiday house without saying anything.

The little girl looked at the things on the bench and hurriedly said, "Mr. Luo, you didn't take your things."

"Your grandfather asked me to give it to you, please accept it."

"grandfather……"

The little girl was taken aback, and she subconsciously picked up the thing on the bench—it was a sketch on blank paper.

In fact, it is not pure white paper, but yellowed drawing paper... This is a pair of many drawing papers in her grandfather's room.

It's just that those paintings with only simple outlines and no appearance have now become complete - that is the appearance of a little girl.

On the drawing paper, there is also a freshly picked blue star flower planted in the yard.

Lu Yiyun silently read the words written next to this sketch...the words written by this mysterious man.

"The lifespan of a blue star flower is only one day."

"The flowers you see every day are different from yesterday, they are all new flowers."

"But their roots are still the roots of yesterday."

"Reopen after decay, death, rebirth, day by day."

"So the blue star flower has a second layer of flower language: embrace the present."

Looking at the sea ahead, the little girl embraced the blue star flower in her palm.She took two steps forward, closer to the guardrail.

The little girl closed her eyes, clasped her fingers together, and gently held the flower in her palm, as if praying.

Then she hummed softly.

It was the tune of a mysterious song that was once recorded and put on the Internet.It's just that it didn't sing this time, only the humming of the melody.

There is no magical power to take people away, maybe it's just because there are no lyrics, or maybe it's just because the lyrics can't be sung anymore.

but.

Humming humming, time passed.

(End of this chapter)