Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

"Your roses are not pretty at all."

The person being marketed made this sound.

The two smiling flower farmers immediately put away their smiles and asked cautiously:

"how could be?".

"This is the most beautiful rose."

The two flower growers pressed the three words "world" under their tongues.

The sound of sneer spread.

The two flower growers blushed and hid their roses behind their backs.

This time they no longer dared to promote their roses by saying that their roses were the best and most beautiful roses in the world.

"Look at the beautiful roses."

"Your roses are not beautiful at all."

Another questioning voice came.

The two flower growers hesitated to speak and did not ask any questions in return, but only asked the person who was speaking.

"What's wrong with my roses?"

"The branches are too long, it's not harmonious at all."

The two flower growers seemed to be thinking about something, and decisively cut short the rose branches in their hands.

"Look, beautiful roses."

"Your roses are not pretty at all."

The two flower growers humbly asked again:

"What's not beautiful about it?"

"The branches are too long."

The two flower growers stared at the roses in their hands in silence.

Swish!

The two flower growers each cut short a rose branch.

The rose looked coldly at the two flower farmers who nurtured it, but the remaining thorns on its body never stood up against the two flower farmers who once truly loved it.

Someone who had been watching all this silently came out and grasped the two flower farmers' psychology and said:

"The thorns on your rose are so ugly."

After saying that, the man left.

The two flower growers glanced at the people who were leaving and silently scraped off the thorns on the rose branches.

The two flower growers turned a blind eye to the scars on the roses.

It's like being blind.

"Your rose branches are too ugly... your rose petals are too many... your rose branches are too short... your rose petals are too thin..."

"...".

The two flower growers never stopped working, they kept their heads down and never opened their mouths to mention the beauty of their roses.

Her hands were busy all the time, correcting her ugly rose-like shortcomings according to the suggestions coming into her ears.

The rose branches were broken off one by one and then forcibly glued together by two florists. The delicate and soft petals were picked and then forcefully pressed back on.

The two flower farmers on the street who were sweating profusely while tending to roses gradually became a funny sight in the eyes of passers-by and a topic of secret conversation among people.

The two flower growers were unaware of this and were still immersed in their dream that their roses would become the beautiful roses that people would talk about, and the one and only rose in the world that would rank first.

Little did they know that their damaged and broken roses were already worthless in the eyes of others.

Suddenly, a group of people walked out from the street corner, each holding a rose that they had carefully cultivated with love.

A faint light is poured on the petals of the rose, and the shape of the light is the appearance of a blooming rose.

Everyone marveled at the beauty of their roses and judged whose roses were the most beautiful among the rose-watching crowd.

A voice responded from the roses.

"In my eyes, my rose is the most beautiful rose in the world."

Their tone was proud and full of love for their roses, and the roses in their hands also emitted a dazzling light, replacing the sun in the sky.

The most beautiful rose in the world!

Hearing this, the two flower farmers raised their heads in a daze with trembling lips.

Looking back, they were also so proud and filled with joy when they saw their roses growing healthily.

The Rose Parade disappeared around the corner, and the two flower growers stared at the dispersing crowd with blurred eyes.

After a moment, the two flower farmers looked away and sneered, in their hearts spitting on the person who said this.

thought.

Your roses are not as beautiful as our roses.

Two flower growers raised their hands to show off the roses they had successfully transformed.

As soon as they raised the roses in their hands, the wind blew and the roses scattered from the hands of the two flower farmers, with the wrinkled remains scattered everywhere.

The two flower growers were stunned for a moment, staring blankly at their clenched hands.

The rose residue was carried far away by the wind, but the two flower growers didn't even waver in their eyes.

I don’t know how long it took, but the rose found its own free world in another world, and learned to bloom and enjoy itself.

The two flower farmers who lost their roses realized the situation later and stared in a daze at the place where their roses disappeared.

A hint of regret and pity for Rose flashed across the two pairs of numb eyes, as well as a hint of deep-hidden resentment.

Facing the pitiful and sympathetic looks from the crowd, the two flower farmers bowed their heads and sighed softly:

"The rose seeds were not selected well, unfortunately the rose seeds are not good..."

"Yes, your rose seeds are bad."

Those who hugged their roses tightly all said the same words of regret, and their eyes hidden under their eyelashes revealed opposite mockery and malice.

Rose seeds are bad...

The two flower farmers talked so much that they really thought that their rose seeds were not good, so they did not grow into the most beautiful roses in their hearts.

After the two flower growers sighed, they supported each other and left, leaving behind them with sharp and mocking gazes like thorns.

Qin Mo thought of the story of the two flower farmers and his roses in the BE ending and sighed slightly.

The two flower farmers didn't know that the roses they had taken such great care of with love at the beginning were the most beautiful roses and were no less beautiful than others. Unfortunately, they cared too much about the opinions of others.