Chives

After the typhoon, the owner who finally came back from other places drove to the suburbs without stopping.Looking at the bushes that were blown upside down and the broken branches and leaves on the ground along the way, his heart became more and more heavy.

It's over, Xiaoyuanzi must also be seriously damaged.

I don't know if the brick wall has collapsed.The simple welded iron shed couldn't withstand much wind, and the old camphor tree had never been pruned, and some fragile branches might have fallen off and hit the flowers and plants underneath.

His pomegranate and rose, his Luoyang red and Songmei...

I blame myself for not paying attention to the weather and taking precautions against typhoons before the business trip!

Anxious and remorseful at the same time, the owner stepped on the gas pedal and overtook several slow-moving cars in a row.When approaching the foot of the mountain, there was a big fallen tree in front of him blocking the traffic, and he was contacting the hook machine to clear the obstacle, so he parked the car aside and walked up the mountain alone regardless of other people's obstruction.

He had already prepared for the worst, and that kind of mood forced him to be unsteady even on his feet.After finally climbing halfway up the mountain, I ran into the garden out of breath to have a look, but it was completely unexpected.

Not as bad as imagined.Although the garden was indeed in a mess, the tin shed was falling apart, and many branches of the camphor tree were broken.But those flowers don't seem to be lost.

He walked quickly to the gray and white pottery urn, pushed aside a branch of the tree next to it, and looked left and right.Haha, the flowers are still in good condition, not damaged at all, and so is the peony.I broke off some twigs from the pomegranate.

The owner of the garden finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he felt like he was going to cry with joy at the end of his life.I happily wiped all the flower pots, and then did some simple cleaning and protection.Then it's time for him to go back and tidy up his backyard.

Let's borrow a pickup truck tomorrow morning and move all these flowers back.Chunlan and peony are placed in front of the French windows of the balcony, roses are planted by the door, pomegranates are planted in the corner...

While thinking about it, he subconsciously looked towards the corner of the wall, and couldn't help being taken aback.

It's strange, even such a delicate Chunlan is still in good condition, why is that tenacious little narcissus wilting.

But he just glanced at it in surprise, then turned around and drove away, not paying attention to it.

As soon as the garden owner left, Chunlan immediately took shape, climbed down from the flowerpot, and ran to the corner to guard.

The slender leaves have lost their vitality now, and they all lie on the ground, stained with muddy water, and wrinkled.

Chunlan Hong sat aside with eyes wide open, picked up the leaves of the little narcissus and put them on her lap, and wiped the dirty places little by little.After wiping, I squatted aside and waited.Tired of waiting, I ran back to the flower body to rest for a while, then came over in a hurry, and lay down on the masonry to watch.

In the end, my eyes hurt from watching, but the little figure still didn't appear.

"Little Narcissus, I'm not feeling well." She said sullenly.

After a while, she whispered again, "Little Narcissus, come out and talk to me."

No one should answer her.

Peony in a bright red pleated skirt got out of the basin and stood behind her.

Chunlan turned her head and saw the visitor, forced a smile, and said, "Little Narcissus is just tired and wants to sleep."

As if trying to convince herself, she pointed to the scape leaning in front of the brick, "Look, there is still a flower about to bloom."

Peony just sighed.

Chunlan also lowered her eyes and stopped talking.

After a long time, he said, "Thank you for taking her back."

"I really can't see it. I've never seen such a stubborn flower." Peony curled her lips, "I'm almost in a coma and still refuse to leave."

"Yes, she is such a kind of flower, stubborn and stupid." Chunlan said, her eyes fell on those leaves, and then she gradually let go.

The voice was as soft as cotton wool blowing in the wind, "She gritted her teeth and wanted to survive, but she didn't care about her own life for the sake of others."

"Don't worry too much, maybe that guy will come out alive and kicking tomorrow." Mudan said.

She couldn't bear to say the rest.

The next morning, Little Narcissus still didn't come out.

The last flower in the corner also withered, before it bloomed, it rotted into the soil.

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There is one more chapter to end the text, and then some extras~(≧▽≦)