who called him an onion essence

Yang Sheng had a sweet dream.

In the dream, there was a white and tender little boy who kept looking at him with teary eyes, looking very pitiful.Yang Sheng stretched out his hand to him, and as soon as he approached, he smelled a strong spicy smell, which made his eyes turn red.Maybe this dream was too strange, or maybe Yang Sheng had never seen such a cute child, so that in the early morning, he lay on the bed with his eyes open, forgetting what he was going to do.

By the way, open a shop, braised vegetables, and many customers.

"The last day."

Yang Sheng always likes to say something to himself on Friday morning, because the braised vegetable shop is open from Monday to Friday, and closed on weekends. Even though many customers who are used to it express dissatisfaction, he has no intention of changing this habit.Although he is very strong, the drops of water that have not had time to dry after washing and sinking into the deeper places along the waistline - if a female guest sees this scene, they will definitely make a fuss - but he will also be tired, after five days, he will be lazy in his bones It takes the main place, wants him to rest, wants him to lounge around on weekends.

You don't need too much money, you don't need too much free time, everything is just right.

Breakfast is a bowl of noodles with a strong sauce and crispy cucumbers, which makes you feel refreshed after eating.Before going out, Yang Sheng suddenly thought of the purple onion, and hurried back to the room, only to find that its small flower buds had changed slightly. "Maybe it's about to bloom." Reaffirming this idea once again, Yang Sheng raised the corners of his mouth rarely.

It was still a busy day, from the bright sun to the first lights, Yang Sheng had no time to think about anything else, his mind was full of stewed vegetables, and so-and-so's manager came and took away two or three bags of fat ducks.Until night, the cat lay down on the floor of the living room and took a nap. The house was very quiet. Yang Sheng held the book in his arms, but didn't read a word.

He remembered last night's dream.

The child in the dream was completely different from his childhood appearance, more lovely, with a white complexion of tender tofu, and a few small purple flowers on his ears.But Yang Sheng knew it was a boy, maybe he was alone for too long and wanted a child?Thinking of this, Yang Sheng's thoughts became even more chaotic. He couldn't imagine himself standing with a woman, sleeping on the same bed, and giving birth to a lovely child.

That was like a disaster.

Yang Sheng didn't like to get too close to others since he was a child, except his parents and relatives.When he came to work hard in the city, he put all his mind on learning his master's skills, so he was naturally not interested in feelings and the like.Even though there are many female customers in the store, Yang Sheng treats them as scourges and hides as soon as he can.

That being the case, how is it possible to have children?

Yang Sheng lowered his head, moved his ten fingers, and calculated that he was over 20 this year.It will be a long, long time before I can be mentally prepared to adopt a child.It's just that he doesn't know if it's as cute as the one he saw in his dream, and he doesn't dare to think about it.

No wonder he is reluctant to part with a cat that always likes to run outside, and a purple onion that he can't eat, because there are not many things he can hold in his hands, or even too few.

After changing the water for the purple onion on the table, Yang Sheng understood that the other party was unusual, but after a few more glances, he calmed down.There are no children for the time being, and purple onions are fine, and it's fine if they don't bloom.The string of small flower buds trembled on his callused fingers, and it must bloom vigorously in a few days.

He likes this kind of pure stuff.

So on Sunday morning, Yang Sheng had long planned to go outside for a walk, but when he opened his eyes, he was stunned by the blooming purple onions.The slender leaves are opened, and a bunch of purple-red flowers bloom brilliantly, full of vitality.The bulging onions in the bottle became a little shriveled, and the surrounding water was much less, probably because the purple onions bloomed vigorously, so they were sucked away.

At this moment, Yang Sheng remembered his complaints before, saying that he would let it bloom, but he never thought that it would wither.Although I heard that plants such as onions can continue to be planted and raised after taking off a bulb.But is that still the original purple onion?He spent many years raising an onion, and in good conscience, it was a comfort for himself.

There is a flower shop a few streets away from the stewed vegetable shop, and the business is not very good.The shopkeeper was an old man, very old, sitting on a wicker chair and drowsy.When Yang Sheng entered the door with the vase in his arms, he just woke up, opened his eyes to look, and lazily shook his cattail fan again: "What-what-ah?" When he spoke, the end of his voice was dragged on for a long time, weakly.

Yang Sheng handed over the flowering onion: "It's blooming."

The old man squinted his eyes, and after a while, he took out his reading glasses and put them on, before he said quietly: "Dead!" As he spoke, he tapped on the vase with his fingers.

Hearing this, Yang Sheng didn't feel angry at all, but frowned, and then looked at the bottles and jars on the shelf beside him: "Are the nutritional supplements useful?"

Although the hand shaking the cattail fan slowed down, the old man did not answer.

Yang Sheng picked out the nutritional supplements that he always used for purple onions, dropped the money, and left in a hurry.Seeing his back disappearing outside the door, the old man suddenly laughed a few times.Accompanied by the rattan chair shaking, the phrase "death-and-after-life" became blurred and submerged in the air.

That night, Yang Sheng poured the nutrient into the bottle, emptied his mind, and sat quietly at the table.It was cloudy outside the window, it was probably going to rain, and the wind was getting cooler.The moon did not appear, and the purple onion was unconscious, just lying in the slightly turbid water, blooming, but the corners showed a little sign of withering. "Stop blooming." Yang Sheng suddenly recovered and blurted out.When he realized what he said, he didn't stop talking, but continued the second half of the sentence, "If you can become a human..."

He felt his heart soften, and the child he had seen in his dream appeared in his mind: "...just like this."

The air conditioner that had been used for a long time suddenly made a strange noise and stopped.Yang Sheng thought for a while, and finally got up and took the toolbox and tapped it.It was still very hot, and I was always stuffy before it rained, and the sweat on my body kept flowing out.Yang Sheng didn't know what he was thinking about. It took a long time to realize that the air conditioner was completely broken, and he had to find the old fan.The room suddenly became noisy, the fan was louder than the air conditioner, but the wind was weaker. Yang Sheng took off his vest and lay on the bed naked.He wiped the sweat from his forehead, got up again and put the purple onion on the window sill, letting it blow the night breeze, and then fell asleep peacefully.

"Growing onions? Put some water and put them in a bottle. It's easy to feed."

"No matter how well you take care of it, since it hasn't bloomed for so long, it doesn't look like it will live long. It's just an onion! If you don't eat it, keep it, if it doesn't grow well, it will rot."

"Forget it, take more nutrients."

The voices in her head were in a mess. They were the words of the little owner of the flower shop. She was young and just graduated from college, and she didn't like too ordinary things.The old man was her grandfather, he was so old that he had to stay in the store, saying that he would die in the pile of flowers and plants in the future.Yang Sheng had doubts about what the old man knew. Old people have great wisdom, especially the mysterious ones.But the old man cherishes his words like gold, and after his granddaughter left the flower shop angrily, he seldom spoke.The old man knows how to grow onions and other common plants, so Yang Sheng always goes to him and feels comfortable.

The old man's intentionally prolonged ending came out again: "Dead!" Yang Sheng sighed, turned his head to look at the purple onion, and felt nervous.A few nights ago, the cat was clamoring to come in because it was cooler in the room.But after the onion bloomed, it stayed outside obediently. Could it be that it knew that the other party was about to die, so it didn't dare to act rashly?

There was no cat tantrum, and the room was too quiet.

When he was particularly tired, he always had to toss and turn for a long time before Yang Sheng fell asleep slowly.

……

In the middle of the night, the vase on the table shook violently, and the water overflowed like it was boiling.The flowers on the top of the purple onion withered one by one, and before the petals fell, they turned into mist and lingered around it.Suddenly, the vase shattered, most of the water mixed with nutrients was absorbed, and a little bit of it flowed out from the broken place and dripped onto the table, all wet.The purple onion also fell out, and Gululu spun around a few times, but was blocked by a book on the side, and stopped.The pattering rain seemed to have stopped, and the long-lost moonlight shone through from behind the clouds, covering the purple onion with a brighter outer skin.But it was still trembling, the water mist dissipated all of a sudden, the vase turned into dust, and then a cry of a baby suddenly sounded in the room.

Yang Sheng, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by this sound, thinking it was the neighbor's children making noise, but he soon woke up and opened his eyes.What came into view was a hand, a fat white hand, clenched into a fist and waving it.Then his eyes fell on a black shadow on the table.Yang Sheng was stunned, and hurriedly got up, only to realize that it was a white and fat baby, subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug, and was afraid that the calluses would scratch the baby's delicate skin.As if feeling his hesitation, the baby sleeping in a puddle of water cried even more terribly—at the same time, the neighbor's scolding could be faintly heard.

Without any further hesitation, Yang Sheng put the baby in his arms, pulled up the drooping thin quilt beside the bed, and wrapped him up.The night after the rain added a bit of coolness, and the baby who was hugged in the warmth seemed to feel comfortable, sobbing softly and sucking his fingers.Yang Sheng lowered his head, met the innocent and pitiful eyes of the baby, all kinds of strange thoughts in his heart disappeared instantly.It's so cute, like the boy in the dream, but he's much younger, with his chubby hands bent and his bulging legs like lotus roots, his crying gradually faded away.

The baby's senses are keen, and when he saw his expression calm down, he immediately yelled "Yeah!"Yang Sheng's eyes turned red suddenly, because a strong spicy smell came from the child's palm and touched his cheek, it was hot. "Sure enough, he has become a human." Yang Sheng said firmly - the purple onion that disappeared on the table was the child in his arms.

It's just that the characteristic of hot eyes, why do you still keep it?