Chives

The garden is full of colorful flowers, and she lives in the far corner of the garden, next to the wall, and there is a pile of dead branches.The flowers she blooms are bright pink, with five or six petals, and the slender scapes stand upright in the wind, surrounded by emerald green leaves, full of vitality.

An extremely inconspicuous place, but it is decorated beautifully by her.

But the owner of the garden didn't like her.The owner of the garden called her Little Narcissus, and said that all kinds of narcissus are poisonous, and the leaves smell green and bitter after being cut, which is very unpleasant.He usually doesn't look at her more than a few times while watering.

The most favored items in the garden are the pot of unknown species of orchid and Luoyang red peony.Like her, they can transform into flower spirits, but they never walk on the ground, but live in flower pots all year round, just like the noble beauties guarding the beautiful palace in the story, unattainable.

The sun went down that day, and the little Narcissus changed into a human form again.He looked up at the delicate flower pots for a while, then turned around to get his own spoon.

The owner of the garden has not watered her for almost a week, and it has been dry these two days, so in order to survive, she can only... water herself.

Little Narcissus took out the plastic spoon she had hidden in the grass, which was left by the previous garden owner after eating the boxed turtle jelly.Her small body may not be as big as the owner's fist, and the spoon is even higher than her. Fortunately, the plastic is light and easy to use.

She watered her flower body spoon by spoon.Rolling up the sleeves, revealing the slender white arms, appearing even more slender and fragile.Occasionally, the night wind would blow the flowers and leaves, and the slender leek-like leaves would fall on her body, making her stagger.

——Like a very sensible child who is loved by no one.Self-reliance is painful.

Chunlan sat on the edge of the basin, looking down at the small figure in the corner.

She is loved by the owner of the garden, so the flower pot she lives in is a specially customized oval gray-white pottery urn, which is half a meter high, engraved with poems and cloud patterns of the Qing Dynasty, and is exquisite in workmanship.However, that little narcissus didn't even have a pot, and it took root and sprouted directly on the ground, just like the surrounding weeds, so shabby.

It must be very sad.Chunlan thought about it ecstatically, but soon felt that her sympathy was unnecessary.Because of observing for so long, she has never felt any depression or depression in the other party.

On sunny days, the little narcissus will stretch its branches and leaves, shining brightly in the sun. Occasionally, there will be wind and rain, but it will still bloom brilliantly. Scapes are incredibly tenacious.

Chunlan didn't understand where so much energy came from this small body, she clearly didn't even take a sip of the nutrient solution.

While nahan, he couldn't help being a little jealous.She will probably never be able to do that.

She could only hide in the shade, under the tin shed set up by the owner of the garden.Blocking the scorching sun, blocking the wind and rain, living comfortably but indifferently every day.

It's boring, but there's no other way.She is just too delicate.

"It's really a humble flower. It's like weeds by the wall. It has no fragrance at all." At this time, the peony in the other place came out from sleep, leaned lazily on the side of her branch, raised her red sleeve Covering his mouth and laughing: "It looks like a leek, but it's not even as good as a leek. What's the use of watering yourself so diligently."

She was making sarcastic remarks about Little Narcissus again.Chunlan would hear similar ridicule from time to time.

Little Narcissus also heard these harsh words, but pretended not to hear them, and was still busy with her own affairs.

The hardships and tribulations of being born in a humble place cannot be empathized by the famous flowers like them who have no worries about food and shelter.But she is never discouraged, and believes that with her own efforts, her life will get better and better.

Gradually, the sun set in the west, and the moon came on the clouds, and then moved to the white sky in the west.

A rooster crowed faintly in the distance.

Chunlan took one last look before she fell asleep, and saw the small body in pink standing on tiptoe to gently wipe off the dust on her flowers and leaves.The morning sun broke dawn, and a few rays of golden light fell on the white and immature face, smiling so beautifully.

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Open the pit~~≧▽≦Tomorrow there will be another chapter, and we will try to finish it before the Mid-Autumn Festival~