That scumbag famous flower has a master

There used to be a peach tree planted in the yard, it was already 15 years old, but it was cut down by Cheng Geyun on a summer night ten years ago, and now only a solitary tree stump and a few sprouts remain.

Many flowers and plants have died, and a few are still alive. Cheng Geyun's fingers unconsciously inserted into the soil, picked it up and then dropped it.

He remembered planting bamboo in the front and back yards, because it was good for shade in summer.There are lilies of the valley here, hyacinths there, a sweet-scented stalk there, and a little rosemary here for cooking.

There is a plot dedicated to growing roses for him.In the summer, every morning he would cut off the most beautiful red rose and put it in the vase in front of his father's desk.It was the same summer night when he pulled out all the roses with his own hands, and the rose thorns pricked his hands with blood and scars.

He ordered cleaning, but left the flowers and plants unattended, allowed the weeds to grow wildly, absurdly tried to cover up the traces of the past, and wanted to make himself less courageous when he came home.

However, as long as there is a tiny bit of water surfaced, everything is still clear and unavoidable, just like he lingers in the flowers all day, but he knows that there are only a few people he cares about.

Cheng Geyun pulled out the weeds with his own hands, and the soil was picked up by the roots and thrown to the ground.

After roughly pulling out the weeds, Cheng Geyun washed his hands, opened the lock with his white rose in his arms, and entered the house.

A few years ago, the house was burglarized because no one lived in it. Cheng Geyun asked someone to call the police, and even asked Ye Shufeng to come over to take care of him and change the locks, but he never came back to see it in person.

living room.

In the living room there are two huge calligraphy works, both framed and hung on the wall.

One piece of "Humble Room Inscription", the thin gold body shows the arrogance and familiar skills of the literati, it can be said that it is not written by everyone.

Another one is "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" written by Su Zi. The handwriting is a little immature, but it is enough for laymen.

This was written by Cheng Geyun and his father when he was 15 years old.

My father said that writing "Humble Room Inscription" was just right for the living room. Cheng Geyun preferred Su Shi at that time, so he wanted to write "Chibi Nostalgia".

He looked at those words, but cursed secretly in his heart, it seemed that after so many years of writing, not only did he not make any progress, but the more he wrote, the more he regressed.I also thought of what Jiang Youzhao said, that he will be even better when he is 37 years old.It's definitely a nonsense to coax children. The old man really can't believe it. When he goes back, he must go to his place to make a fuss to be happy.

There was still a tea set on the table, spotless, as if Cheng Geyun had just left here yesterday.

He put the rose aside and sat down at the tea table.

Boil water, iron cups, take tea, wash tea, make tea...

Cheng Geyun's movements were a little rusty, and he rarely drank tea unless necessary in the past ten years.

When a layer of hot air rose, Cheng Geyun was unconsciously lost in thought. In the past, in the free afternoon, his father would sit here with him, make tea and chat.Cheng Geyun told him almost all of his thoughts, he was gentle, humorous and wise, he seemed to always help Cheng Geyun solve problems and make him laugh.

His father didn't have many friends, and most of the visitors came to talk about academics. Only the two of them were here, so the tea was more humane.

But now the tea was too bitter, Cheng Geyun only took a sip and dared not drink any more.

He put down the teacup and picked up the rose again.

There is a painting on the wall, the content of the painting is dusk and red roses, three of them, one is in full bloom, one is shy, and the other is about to wither.The dim yellow light made the petals of the red rose turn red to black, and the leaves turned from green to brown, with a line of small characters written underneath.

2006, 1231, Orange Orange.

Cheng Geyun remembered the password he had changed again, and realized that it was indeed too easy for Yu Shengyun who had read the diary to guess——

In 1991, 0101, Cheng Geyun's birthday, 1231, was his father's birthday.

In his memory, after he was 12 years old, as long as it was December 31st, his father, who had always had a regular schedule, would rarely stay up late, and then spend the early morning with Cheng Geyun, and was the first to say happy birthday to him.

This painting was painted at that time. He recalled the red roses in summer in the snowy season, just like recalling 2006 now, clinging to the things that have passed away.

Feelings are so short, but forgetting is so long.

Cheng Geyun walked into the kitchen and found that it was very strange, not like his own home.It was only after a long time of doubt that I slowly remembered that it was because he seldom came here, and just the right time could blur everything.

He has self-knowledge, knowing that his ability to take care of himself has always been pitifully low, and there are still many vegetables that he can't even name, he only knows that they taste the same.

Cheng Geyun was supported by his father before, and later supported by restaurants and delivery boys.

At that time, when he came home from school, as long as he washed his hands and sat down at the dining table, the fragrant food would be placed in front of him.

He found it funny again that he was regressing in life, not making any progress.It's fine to joke casually on weekdays, but now you still miss your childhood so much, and your own father is dead. Do you really think you are still a child?

The handrail of the stairs was made of wood, Cheng Geyun stretched out his hand to caress it, it was very clean, as if he and his father had never left.

At the end of the handrail, there is a wooden ball with crooked words engraved on it with confidence:

Cheng Geyun's exclusive slide.

Before he was in junior high school, this staircase had always been his slide.It's not that the family's conditions are not good, that they can't afford to go to an amusement park or buy toys, but that Cheng Geyun is too skinny, and his father has always been obedient to him, asking for the stars not to be given to the moon, so he never stopped him, and he was afraid of him. He fell down and supported him all the way down the stairs.

It's a pity that it is impossible for him to slide down the stairs now, and there will be no one to help him slide down.

Cheng Geyun walked down the stairs, vaguely remembering the steps on the second floor.

His father is a literati, so the study room in their house is the most spacious.Two tables are placed side by side with a slight distance between them, and they are placed facing the window to face the light. The green plants in front of the window were originally full of life, but they must have died, and they were cleaned up.

Cheng Geyun used to love sitting here, reading books with his father.Sometimes they read the same book, holding small hands with big hands, writing densely packed reading experience and comments on the blank pages.

The wind blew in from the window, rustling the leaves of the green plants. Cheng Geyun was occasionally distracted, and raised his palm to the window to catch the sunlight.

It's just that the place is empty now, and Cheng Geyun, a prodigal son, has cleaned up a room full of books. Some of them are sent to the library of his high school, and some of them are thrown away by Cheng Geyun.

From Qiancheng Geyun also writes a diary here, recording his simplest emotions.His father respected him very much and never looked at his diary, even though he was sitting next to Cheng Geyun, even though the diary was sometimes deliberately left open on the table by him.

He imagined countless times, what if his father read his diary?

What will happen to father?Was it surprise, outrage, disbelief, or acceptance?

If he had seen it, wouldn't it be so bad now?

It's a pity that the most absurd existence in the world is "if".

In fantasy, the facts will not change in any way. Cheng Geyun was trapped in that summer night ten years ago. From 2009 to now, he has exhausted all methods, but he still can't seem to get out.With just a word from Yu Shengyun, he was pulled back into the abyss by countless hands. Like evil spirits and poisonous snakes, they covered his facial features and entangled his limbs.

There is still unused pine smoke in the inkstone, and the ink on the paper has been dried for many years, and no one has dealt with it.

Cheng Geyun recalled that day from his mind, and said to himself: "I remembered."

He was practicing calligraphy that morning, because the weather was very hot, Cheng Geyun was impatient, and after writing a few words, he received a call. Not long after he graduated from high school, his classmates invited him out to play, and he walked out of the house.

After returning home in the afternoon and stepping into the house, Cheng Geyun said that he wanted to play games at night. The game "League of Legends" has just been tested in China and it is very popular.When Cheng Geyun played ADC, he asked his father to play assistant to protect him.

It wasn't until a few words came out that he realized that the house was unusually quiet.

He felt strange that there was no note on the dining table, because as long as his father was not cooking at home, he would leave a note for him, and he was afraid that calling would disturb Cheng Geyun.

"Dad." Cheng Geyun called tentatively.

No one promised him.

Cheng Geyun stood on tiptoe, sneaked out of the kitchen, jumped in, and laughed loudly: "I caught you!"

Then he froze for a moment, and the smile on his face faded, because there was no one in the kitchen either.

Cheng Geyun felt lost, and walked to the second floor.

"Dangdangdang~ Your orange is back!" He walked to the door of the study room, smiled again and scratched the door frame.

Cheng Cheng is Cheng Geyun's nickname, one is because it is a homonym, so it is convenient to call it, and the other is because Cheng Geyun loved oranges when he was a child.

But there was no one in the study room, only the evening wind blowing in from the window, blowing up the vines of the green plants, Cheng Geyun walked to the window, and listened to the wind quietly for a while, he felt strange, because the wind seemed to be crying , and cried very sadly.

But he didn't care too much, reached out and closed the window, and turned to go to the bedroom on the third floor.

He no longer wants to recall what happened afterwards.

Cheng Geyun escaped from the shackles of that afternoon and returned to 2019.He pressed the doorknob, and the bedroom opened up in front of him.

Like its owner, simple and elegant.

Before he came, he asked someone to change the sheets, Cheng Geyun slowly bent down, and finally lay on the bed.

When Cheng Geyun was still a human cub, he kicked his legs and cried on this bed holding a feeding bottle.Slightly older, I want to sleep with my father and listen to bedtime stories.When I was a little older, fear of the dark became a new reason, and it has been tried and tested without success.

And now he is 28 years old, but he is still crying on this bed like the original human cub.

It's just that the cubs cried when they were young, but now they can't even cry.People are really strange, they clearly span time, but the scenes still often overlap.

Yu Shengyun chose to divorce one month after giving birth to him. Cheng Geyun was brought up by his father.

He gave Cheng Geyun his name, and told Cheng Geyun that the name came from "Beloved Geyun". He carefully raised Cheng Geyun and patiently taught Cheng Geyun to speak and walk.He held Cheng Geyun in his arms and taught him to read and read over and over again. He also held Cheng Geyun's hand and watched Cheng Geyun's handwriting go from a chicken paw all over the place to being far ahead of his peers.

He and Cheng Geyun planted peach blossoms in the yard together, and said that they would raise the peach trees together with Cheng Cheng.

He sang to Cheng Geyun, sang Jiangnan minor tunes, Wu Nong's soft language, and sang poems and songs.

He cooked for Cheng Geyun, helped Cheng Geyun remove the fishbone, and warmed milk for him for more than ten years.

He took Cheng Geyun to see a very beautiful world, tried his best to meet all Cheng Geyun's requirements, gave Cheng Geyun all his love, and then chose to lie on this bed and leave without making a sound.

Cheng Geyun felt cold all over and curled up unconsciously.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, unthinkable and unforgettable.

After an unknown amount of time, the tears on his face gradually dried up, and the phone suddenly rang.

Cheng Geyun glanced at the contact person, without hiding his emotions, he connected directly: "Hello."

"Why are you unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy." Cheng Geyun's voice had recovered, and he deliberately concealed it, so no one could tell that he had just cried.

Cheng Geyun was unwilling to explain, Jiang Youzhao could only change one point.

"Have you had breakfast?" He said, "I'll ask my assistant to bring it to you."

"I want you to do it yourself." Cheng Geyun was always tricky.

"It's not impossible." The other party pondered for a moment, and replied: "I'll change the itinerary."

Cheng Geyun was quiet for a while, and asked: "...Are you really here?"

"Could it be fake?" Jiang Youzhao said: "I'll see how my little friend is unhappy, can I?"

Cheng Geyun subconsciously wanted to agree, but the reality was in front of him, he shook his head: "I'm out of town, with someone else."

"Mr. Tang?" Jiang Youzhao tried to guess intuitively.

"Yes." Cheng Geyun rarely asked him in a negotiating tone: "Next time I will take you back to my house, okay?"

Jiang Youzhao reacted very quickly, knowing that this family is not the other: "Okay."

Then Cheng Geyun was silent for a long time, and he suddenly called out, "Jiang Youzhao."

"Ok?"

"Jiang Youzhao." Repeating the name is a child's boring fun.

"I am here."

"Do you want to get married?" Cheng Geyun turned over, lay on the bed, wiped away the last tears with his hand, and made up his mind: "I ask you very seriously, do you want to marry me?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Chuanjin;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Luwan;

Seeing this, everyone should already have a general understanding of Cheng Geyun's feelings?If you don’t understand, you can continue to read. I will explain it thoroughly in the text before chapter v, so as to avoid spending unhappy money.

Inner one, girls who can't accept it can leave first, and look forward to seeing you again (don't say it if you don't want to see me>_!)