Plan carefully

"What flower?" I asked.

Han Muyu didn't answer me, but just smiled lightly.

In fact, I'm not sure if he smiled, or if it was just a slightly soft expression, anyway, that smile-like expression gave me a feeling of nervousness.

After walking a few more steps, "...I'm going back!" He pointed to a row of white board houses not far away surrounded by steel bars, boards, and stones and said to me.When I looked over, I saw a fat figure greet him at the door, "Brother Han, why did you go, the food is completely cold..." Han Muyu waved his hands at me, and then stuffed his hands into his pockets. Walk far without slowing down.

I was still puzzled by the "flower" he mentioned just now, so I simply pushed the car back to the small tree with a bunch of dead branches just now, and finally understood after observing it.There are indeed several "flowers" hanging on the branches, two blue and two red, and each "flower" has five "petals" of uniform size, which fall precariously on the branches. The elegant style.However, those "flowers" are all woven with thin colored cables, that is, the kind of wires with a few copper wires inside and wrapped in plastic of various colors on the outside.

It turned out that this was what he was fiddling with while sitting on the steps!Nice, very constructive hobby.

Although I don't understand why there are so many small trees standing in a row on the side of the road, Han Muyu chose this one, which has no characteristics in terms of shape and location, to let it "blossom". , naturally have different treatment.In the later days, every time I passed by that small tree on my way to and from get off work, I had to take a closer look at it and count whether there were "new blooms". To give the whole.

One day, after six o'clock in the morning, I was sound asleep, and Sister Cao called me, "An Ran, do you have the key to the outside door of the business?"

"Ah, it's here!"

"Okay, hurry up and bring your keys over here, the business office has called the police!"

I got up as fast as I could, forgot to put on my gloves in a hurry, and my fingers were red with cold. When I rushed to the scene, I heard the horrific siren that rang through half the street.I found out later, why did you call the police?It turned out that the electric door of the business room was not closed too tightly, and the roll-up banner in the lobby was blown down by the wind. The sensor sensitively sensed this change, and it kept screaming early in the morning.

A false alarm!

After disarming the alarm, I checked the time. It was 7 o'clock, and I could still have breakfast when I returned to the unit.

On the way back, unexpectedly, I ran into Han Muyu again.

When I saw him, he was moving some glass-like things into the trolley, carefully, and seemed to be struggling.

"Hey, why are you working alone?" He pulled over and stopped the car, and I automatically and consciously went to help him.

"Don't move, it's easy to scratch your hands!" He frowned and reminded me.

"It's okay, hey, I'm asking you, why are you alone? It's still so early?"

The things in his hands were slippery like ice, and after they were safely placed in the trolley, Han Muyu replied: "These materials are afraid of falling, shocking and crushing, so they can only be transported in this way. Others don't want to do it, and they find it troublesome."

"Then why did you ask me to do it? Isn't this bullying?" I was a little angry.

"I'll do it myself," he said, picking up the last stack, "and I'll pay for it!"

"Oh! That's okay!" I looked at his hands that were purple with cold, and asked, "Why don't you wear gloves?"

"This stuff is too slippery for gloves."

I carefully steadied him.When loading the car, one of them was a little crooked, so I pushed it lightly, and a cold and hot feeling was embedded in the skin, not particularly painful.I frowned slightly, and put the materials into the car as if nothing happened.

"Then why did I go back first?" I put my hands behind my back, bared my teeth at him and was about to run away.

The main reason is that I feel that I am quite stupid. I was reminded just now, but I even scratched my hand.However, Han Muyu didn't let me go, so he turned his body slightly to stand in front of me.

"I hurt my hand!" He looked at me with an unhappy face.

"No...look!" I stretched out the uninjured one in front of him.

"Right hand!"

"...It's not serious..." I stretched out my right hand helplessly, and was startled.The entire palm was wet, and the wound that didn't hurt very much ran across the middle of the four fingers except the thumb. Because the fingers were stretched, the wounds were all open, revealing the white flesh inside, with sticky and bright blood oozing out , mixed with the dirty things on your hands, it's disgusting to look at.

Han Muyu stared at me, whether it was sharp or gloomy.

"It just looks amazing..." I explained weakly, obviously I was a victim, and I made myself seem quite unreasonable.

He told me not to move, and then turned into the gate of the construction site.When he came out, he was holding the cup we gave as a gift in his hand. He said, "The water used on the construction site is too dirty, so I can only use the water in the cup to flush you!"

The red blood stains flowed to the ground along with the warm water, the water temperature stimulated the wound to obviously hurt, and I couldn't show it, so I could only grit my back molars and stand upright.

"Anran..." Han Muyu called me.

"kindness?"

"Does it hurt?"

"En..." I glanced at him embarrassedly, and by chance he also looked at me, his clear eyes fell all over my face, I hurriedly avoided it, I knew without looking in the mirror, it must be that my neck was hurt famous.

"...You..." He sighed and didn't continue.

There is not much in a glass of water, so I will just wash away the blood stains on my palm.

"I don't have a clean towel here to wipe your hands..." Han Muyu told me apologetically.

I wiped two handfuls on the coat casually, "It's okay, why are you so particular!"

"Hey, let me ask you, when was the water in your glass?" I suddenly thought of this question.

"It's the boiled water this morning."

"This morning? How long was it?"

"Well, less than two hours."

I thought about the temperature of the water just now, and then I thought about what I said to Han Muyu boasting about my cup, and I gritted my teeth, "Damn, what are you talking about insulated cups, insulated farts, all fake and shoddy products... I am considered I lost it too much... Hey, we don't need this broken water glass anymore, I'll give you a good one later."

Han Muyu looked at my angry face, then looked at her water glass, and replied, "No need, this one is pretty good!"

"What the hell! Thanks to my trust in the unit, what kind of gift did you choose? Deceiving my feelings!" I glanced at the cup he was holding tightly in his hand with extreme dissatisfaction.

The body of the cup is silver, and on the side of the cup, the name of Han Muyu is written on the piece of paper fixed with a wide scotch tape. It is very eye-catching. I can't help but think of the same "special" mineral water bottle before.

"Hey, don't you like to put labels on your things?" I asked casually.

He thought for a while and said, "It's not that I like it, I put a label on it because I don't want others to touch it!"