Goblin

Returning to the bonsai shop again, the little prickly pear was at a loss, her body trembling, and she turned her head back and forth to look at the owner and the proprietress who were chatting.

"Are you... wanting to send me back?"

The little prickly pear wanted to cry a little, she lowered her head and counted the small stones at her feet, curled her lips, her eyes were red.Reminiscent of what the master said unconsciously today... Is it true that I will be thrown away because I can't grow up?

"I, am I not round enough, or not big enough? I also have small spines, which can be soft or hard, so easy to touch."

I can’t hear the words in my ears clearly, it’s curled up again, and even the spikes have wilted, this will be really unhappy, without a master, who would take care of themselves like this, even take all special needs to heart Woolen cloth?

Nesting quietly by the desk, watching the master work hard, touching her body from time to time, the little cactus felt that this was life in heaven.

But now...

The other hand took the small flower pot, turned around and put it on the shelf in the store, and then the proprietress said with a smile: "...Then wait for Mr. Mo when you come back. I promise to take care of it." The little cactus Hearing the word "come back", he cheered up, poked his head out, looked past the proprietress, and looked at the owner who was opening the wallet.The owner seemed to give the proprietress a sum of money, then turned his head to look at the little cactus, then nodded and walked towards the store door.

"Ring ring ring" a gust of wind rings, the sound of footsteps gradually fades away, the proprietress also leaves to take care of other flowers and plants, and the shop becomes quiet.

I felt a little bit more confident, even though I was back on this shelf again, those big guys were still annoying, but the little prickly prickly pear encouraged herself silently:

The owner will definitely be back!

Something must have put me here!

Come pick me up soon!

After three consecutive comforts, the little cactus twisted her body so that the sunlight coming in from the window could not reach her, and hid in a cool place in the corner of the shelf, breathing a sigh of relief.

Ah, still, take care of yourself first haha.

……

On the first day the master left, thinking of him, even drinking water didn’t feel cool;

The second day after the master left, I missed him, and I didn't even want to take care of my ass in the sun;

On the third day after the master left, I miss him, and I don’t want to do anything except miss him;

The fourth day after the master left...

I counted the days with my fingers, and the little prickly pear ball was in a mess when it reached seven, so I could only anxiously wait for the time to pass.It seems to have returned to the life of a ball in the past. The flowers and plants still come and go one after another as before, and they are all taken away gently by a pair of hands.

The big guys are still stretching their teeth and claws, and the little girls who pass by are not only saying something cute to the little prickly pear, but the others are more for radiation protection and the like. They just take a pot of prickly prickly pears or cactus.

These little cactus don't care, the first thing they do when they wake up every day is to hear if the wind chimes at the door will ring.Once the sound came, it happily moved its head over there, even if the little flower pot moved forward a few steps, it didn't care.

However, it is always disappointing.

"Alas..." sighed softly again, the little cactus has been wilting a lot in the past few days, the proprietress has taken good care of it, but sometimes she can't take care of it, let alone remember every special need. , It is still the same routine as raising those ordinary cacti.

My skin is dry and my heart is dry.

The little prickly pear was very, very unhappy.

And the most unhappy thing is--

The big guys started laughing at it again, and this time it was even worse: "Hahaha, isn't this our silly ball! What's the matter, finally realized that I am a prickly pear instead of some strange thing?"

Glaring at the group, the little prickly pear's cheeks swelled up, just like the little goldfish raised in the proprietress's tank, and retorted unconvinced: "That's not true! My name is little fairy! The master will come to pick me up soon !"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha, you see that it is a problem with your brain!"

"Yes, yes, you haven't changed after so long, just thinking about it all day long."

"It's obviously due to her abnormal development, she only drinks so much water and likes to hide in dark places, tsk tsk, no wonder she was abandoned."

The bursts of laughter pierced into the heart of the little prickly pear like a sharp knife. It blushed and was so angry that it couldn't speak clearly. It just kept shouting: "I have a master! It's different from you ugly monsters!"

As it spoke, its voice also lowered, and it began to mutter without confidence.

"Master is so good... definitely won't leave me..."

Among them, the old cactus who laughed at the little cactus the most vigorously shook his head, and said earnestly, "You look so strange, and you don't grow up, and you can't bloom to please people. If you get tired of seeing it, just throw it away." You are gone."

The cactus and cacti on the shelf expressed their affirmation.Indeed, although they can all communicate and everyone has more or less "thoughts" and "actions", only the little cactus has unrealistic dreams and has turned into a little green man.

Although invisible to humans, this strange appearance in plants can be described as a big news.Especially the ones that had bloomed, trembled and straightened up a little bit, unintentionally making the little prickly pear bow down even more inferiorly.

The big guys felt that they were bored, so they turned to chat about other major events in the store recently, such as the girl with succulent bear paws and Miss Calla Lily being bought together.

Only the frustrated little prickly pear stayed where it was, feeling sad and muttering——

"Master will definitely, will definitely come back to pick me up..."

It turns out that only small balls and short spines are not enough.

If I can bloom, will I be more liked by him?

The little cactus thought so.

The author has something to say:

In fact, the little ball is so big and super cute hahaha