Ginger Flower

"Cong Shen!"

When Cong Shen heard someone calling his name, he had a bag full of rice grains in his mouth, and when he turned around and saw the person coming, he squirted it out.

"You you you you you...how did you come back?"

"Why can't I come back, I miss you, oh my mother, I work out four hours a day, why can't I work out the muscles on your body?!" Han Lin exaggeratedly said, grabbing the flesh on his arm.

Cong Shen sat on the chair, took out the menu and handed it to Han Lin, saying, "Order. Aren't you in City S? Why did you come back after thinking about it?"

After Han Lin ordered the meal, he said, "I have nothing to do after finishing my graduate studies, and my family didn't want me to accept the business earlier, so I wanted to come and play with you."

Cong Shen nodded and said, "That's fine, live at my house or where? I'll let my mother clean up the room."

Han Lin picked up the only piece of chicken breast in Cong Shen's bowl with chopsticks and said, "I've already booked a hotel, don't mess around."

The two chatted very happily, at least that's what Cong Shen thought.

After Jiang Hua left, Cong Shen caused a lot of trouble, and Han Lin basically solved it.Although Han Lin was not pleasing to the eye in the past, Cong Shen's impression of Han Lin has also changed after so many times.Later, they reluctantly went to university together. After graduation, Cong Shen returned to his hometown to work, while Han Lin was still studying in the same place.

Whether Han Lin really helped Cong Shen was only known to him, but Cong Shen really regarded him as a friend.

After the two of them finished their meal, they went home along the Jiangya road to digest food. Cong Shen told Han Lin anecdotes about his work, but he didn't mention anything about meeting Jiang Hua.

From Cong Shen's point of view, Han Lin was worth making as a friend, but anyone with a discerning eye could see his thoughts on Jiang Hua.

Cong Shen knew Han Lin's private life very well. In the four years of college, he basically fucked all the crooked people in the school, not counting the straight ones who got crooked.

For Jiang Hua, I still have to hide it from Han Lin.

Cong Shen secretly made up his mind not to let Han Lin's rotten bosom be contaminated with Jiang's chrysanthemums.

As for why he protected the chrysanthemum painted by Jiang so much, Cong Shen obviously didn't have enough brains to think about two things.

"Mother Cong."

Carrying a bag of vegetables, Mama Cong looked at the man in the shirt in front of her and said, "Uh...you are?"

"Ginger painting."

"..."

Mama Cong opened the door and turned on the air conditioner. The old electrical appliances made strange noises. They first blew out some dust and then slowly blew out the cool wind, and the smell was particularly strong.

Jiang Hua put the dishes in the kitchen and said, "Mother Cong, father Cong?"

Cong's mother paused for a while before choosing vegetables, and then said slowly: "The old man left a few years ago..."

Jiang Hua lowered her head, not knowing what to say.

Cong Ma chose the dishes and said, "Okay, let's sit in the living room and have dinner at Cong Ma's house later."

Jiang Hua nodded, sat in the living room for a while, looked at Cong's mother, got up and slipped into Cong Shen's room.

The entry point is still the long-lasting blue bed sheets and pink walls.

The books on the bookshelves have been completely replaced, and the comic books are packed in boxes and firmly hidden in the bookcase.

Jiang Hua's fingers touched the tabletop and rubbed lightly a few times, as if any memory from the past emerged in his mind.

Cong Shen, who plays basketball, is undoubtedly the most handsome. When dunking, he raised his legs high, and he could vaguely see the tense muscles on his thighs and calves. He grabbed the basket and pointed his middle finger viciously at his opponent, causing him to gnash his teeth. Still don't know how to fight back.

Maybe that's when I fell in love with it.

Bad boys and good boys always have stories, either killing each other or falling in love.

Obviously, Cong Shen and Jiang Hua definitely did not kill each other.

On the sunny side of the window, there is a flower pot, in which grows an emerald green plant with very wide leaves, surrounded by three small white flowers in the middle, spreading the petals like butterflies, and it smells fresh and unusual.

Ginger Flower.

Ginger painting.

"you……"

Cong Shen returned to the room with the documents in hand, and saw Jiang Hua leaning on the head of the bed reading a book with his legs crossed.

After seeing Cong Shen, Jiang Hua put down the book, sat up straight and said, "I'm here to meet Mama Cong."

Cong Shen turned his head away, deliberately avoiding Jiang Hua's gaze, put the document on the table, and said, "Then...you sit first, I'll go out and help my mother."

Before even opening the door, he pressed the door with both hands, and for a moment Cong Shen seemed to be surrounded.

"Why are you hiding from me?"

Cong Shen pursed his lips and said, "Jiang Hua..."

Jiang Hua sighed, grabbed Cong Shen's arm, hugged Cong Shen from behind and said, "Don't move, let me hug you."

There was some inexplicable dryness in Jiang Hua's voice, and after Cong Shen struggled a few times to no avail, he simply let Jiang Hua hug him.

Jiang Hua's breath swept back and forth on Cong Shen's back, as if stroking, Cong Shen was also a little confused for a while.

Jiang Hua has been away for six or seven years. To be honest, during this period, Cong Shen has also explored the things that should be explored between men and women. It is normal to find a woman to fall in love with, marry and have children, but Cong Shen seems to be unable to find her. To the person who can fully fulfill the marriage vows and promise to only love him from the beginning to the end.

In fact, men and women do not matter, the point is if it is this person.

Jiang Hua obviously played the role of a friend in his own life, but Cong Shen became confused about whether he liked Jiang Hua in his heart.

Jiang Hua left, from being unable to understand at the beginning, to accepting it calmly later.Jiang Hua's memory gradually deepened in his mind.

The question of liking Jiang Hua or not is gradually hidden, as if it is a dream that will not be discovered unless it is opened.

If something happened to him, Cong Shen wouldn't even dare to think about it.

But, do you like Jiang's paintings?

Jiang Hua pinched Cong Shen's arm, feeling his stiffness, so she let go, just like saying goodbye on the phone.

"Tell Mama Cong, I won't eat, I have an appointment tonight."

Jiang Hua walked forward without looking back. Even if he mustered up the courage to ask Cong Shen about his attitude today, he probably couldn't find any good attitude after seeing the situation.

It is better to have self-knowledge than to bring shame on yourself.

Cong Shen watched Jiang Hua leave, and didn't say anything to keep him. He turned his head and laughed dryly, and went to the kitchen to help Cong's mother cook.

Sometimes giving hope is the greatest despair.

The author has something to say: today's update!

So Cong Erhuo hasn't noticed his feelings for Xiao Jianghua yet.

Little Jianghua gave up!

Finish spreading flowers!

Don't expect the project to be updated tomorrow =_=