The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Shaoting didn't know that his manuscript had caused controversy in the editorial department. He was sitting in the car at this time, because it was rare to go out, so he didn't want to go home so early.In addition to the "Spring Breeze" manuscript fee that he received before, and the pocket money that Xu Yanran and Zhang sponsored him, and the pocket money for the first month that he came here, he finally got it from Xu Huaiqing. It's almost 100 yuan.

It's just that he was not used to getting money from adults, so he said, "I can make money myself."

The three adults all answered in the same way, one of them touched his head, it was Xu Huaiqing.The one who poked him on the shoulder was Xu Yanran.Mrs. Zhang didn't have the habit of doing anything, but just looked at him lovingly.

They did not speak at the same time, but said the same sentence.

"You are still a child."

It's good to make money by yourself, but as an adult, you should also give you pocket money.

Xu Shaoting had to admit that when he heard these words, he felt sour in his heart.

A hundred years later, he has no father and no mother, only a group of brothers and sisters from his parents. Except for his uncle, no one treats him very sincerely.Although he told himself that this is human nature, he had a difficult life without his parents, and it was not easy for his aunts and uncles to have their own families and children.

In life, everyone is an ordinary person, and no one can demand others by the standards of a saint.

Living in a relative's house is already a hassle, and there is no need for aunts and uncles to say: "Young Court, you should grow up early and learn to be an adult."

Even my uncle often told him: "Our situation is no different than others, Tingting, you must learn to be sensible, and you can't treat yourself as a child."

And not only relatives who are related by blood say this, even teachers, neighbors, and other people who know the situation will say this to him. Over time, even he himself told himself:

You are not a child anymore.

This made him a person who would never take the initiative to "ask" others, and it also created his personality that was evaluated as "indifferent".

It doesn't matter, and in the end writing is just to make money, and no one cares about him, just like he never cares about others.

Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, I would not think of myself as a child from the age of 13, and my real age would be eighteen a hundred years ago, but would be treated as a child by the cheap family members.

Xu Shaoting also forgave Xu Huaiqing for touching his head, Xu Yanran poked his shoulder, Zhang's eyes were always numb.

It was when Zhenzhen watched him count her small coffers that night, just like Eugenie Grandet written by Balzac, with a slightly wretched smile corroded by capitalism.

Then counting, the young man corrupted by money showed a sad expression again, and reached out his hand to wipe his eyes.

Zhenzhen was really dumbfounded: "Brother, are you happy or sad?"

The little girl saw happiness and sadness appearing on a person's face at the same time.

Xu Shaoting said: "Happy... so happy that I'm sad..."

It turned out that he was still a child, which was really weird.

The little girl Xu Shaozhen was about to ask what she meant by these words, and why sometimes people couldn't understand what her brother said, when she saw her brother looking at her very lovingly, and even stretched out his hand to touch her head.

This look and action made Zhenzhen think of Xu Huaiqing and Zhang Shi strangely, and almost made her think that Xu Shaoting was possessed by her parents.

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Xu Shaoting, who had parents, aunt, and younger sister a hundred years ago, had to admit with a little embarrassment that he was not really indifferent. You can't be hard-hearted and unfeeling.

Not to mention family members, Xu Shaoting asked the driver uncle to drive to a flower shop. After asking Xu Shaoting where he was going, the driver uncle drove the car to a flower shop on the destination route.

This flower shop is close to the wharf, before getting off the car, through the car window, you can see clusters of flowers outside the small facade.

After getting out of the car and walking over, the flowers are in brocade, which makes people's eyes brighten, and their mood brightens unconsciously.

Walking into the flower shop, the boss is using newspapers to tie a bunch of baby's breath with carnations. Seeing a handsome young man appear is also a bright spot. After all, it is not the flowers that make people happy, but the beauty of the flowers.In the same way, seeing beautiful people can also make people feel happy.

"Do you want to buy flowers?" The florist asked with a smile.

Xu Shaoting stared at the ribbon-tied flower in her hand, pointed to it and said, "I want this kind of ribbon-tied flower with a beautiful bow."

"Okay, then you can choose it, or I can help you match it?"

"The bundle in your hand looks very nice." Xu Shaoting said.

"Are you going to visit your mother?" the flower shop owner asked casually.

Xu Shaoting: "No, is there any particularity to this?"

He knew that roses must not be sent indiscriminately, and sending roses was equivalent to confessing his love.

The florist looked at the boy in front of him with a smile: "Have you never sent flowers before? If you give it to a girl you like, roses may be a little abrupt, so you can give lilies, which looks more gentle."

"But if you're in a relationship, roses are appropriate."

Xu Shaoting: "...It's for a friend."

After finishing speaking, he quickly added: "Male, four years older than me, no, six years older, he can be regarded as my senior brother. He is sick, and I don't want to visit him empty-handed."

"Then give Lily."

Xu Shaoting sent flowers for the first time, hesitantly said: "Could it be too common, too common."

The florist thought about it: "A batch of tulips and sunflowers arrived this morning. Some people can't stand the smell of tulips. What do you think of sunflowers?"

Ten minutes later, the uncle driver who was waiting outside the flower shop was leaning on the car door to get some ventilation, when he saw their young master leaving the flower shop with a bunch of golden sunflowers bigger than his own head.

In addition to the bouquet of flowers, Shaoting also asked the owner of the florist: "Are there any flowers that are easy to grow and maintain? I want to buy some seeds and take them with me."

The owner of the flower shop euphemistically told: "It takes a little thought to grow any kind of flower from the seed. If you really want to grow something easily, you might as well raise a pot of prickly pears."

In the end, Xu Shaoting held a bouquet of flowers, took a palm-sized paper bag of alfalfa seeds, and handed them to Shen Lingjun. Although alfalfa is closer to grass, it can still bloom.As for the prickly pear, Xu Shaoting thought it over and over again, let's forget about giving pots to sick people.

From the flower shop to Shen Lingjun's apartment, there is not much left. It's just that when we arrived at the downstairs of the apartment, we first met the Indian hostess who was out with three children. He borrowed rice from him yesterday. He said hello in accented English.

This Indian hostess, perhaps a common problem among housewives, likes to have a few short words with others.

Xu Shaoting said hello and wanted to go upstairs, but he was dragged to listen to a few half-understood Indian pronunciation English, and replied with a smile: "yes, good, fine, byebye!"

After saying goodbye, Xu Shaoting muttered, wondering if Shen Lingjun, a white-hearted and yellow-skinned banana man, could understand the English spoken by the Indians in his apartment.

When I went upstairs, I met the two white boys who poked their heads out of the previous upstairs.

The two little boys with brown hair, white skin and blue eyes looked very cute, really like little angels in Western oil paintings.

It's just that he has a bad temper, and grinningly made a face at Xu Shaoting, and before Xu Shaoting could react, he folded a sunflower and ran away.

Xu Shaoting stood in the middle of the stairs and didn't chase after him. He rolled his eyes and cursed "bear child", then he carried the sunflower bouquet which was obviously missing a corner and came to the door of the green room on the second floor very depressed.

Unexpectedly, after knocking on the door for a long time, the neighbor next door was also awakened by him. It is rare that a yellow-skinned Chinese lived here. He obviously just woke up and poked his head out. "The newcomer, Officer Lane, went to work early in the morning," he said.

"I learned a few words with him when I got home in the morning. Are you his friend?"

Xu Shaoting borrowed the pen and paper from the local aborigine, wrote a line, left the sunflower and seeds behind.

It wasn't until the evening of that day that Shen Lingjun returned home, holding some cooked food he had bought for dinner, when he arrived at the apartment downstairs, he first met the returning Indian military officer, his wife and children, the whole family looked like they were going to have dinner outside .

When the Indian hostess saw him, she smiled and said a few words in English.

Shen Lingjun discerned carefully, and heard that the cute boy who asked her to borrow rice yesterday morning came to visit him with a bouquet of flowers.

I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my mouth, and before I finished walking up the steps, I saw the strong and vivid yellow petals first.When I walked to the door, I bent down to pick up a bunch of sunflowers leaning against the mottled green wooden door, and saw the small paper bag and a torn note paper inserted in the bouquet.

The paper reads:

Brother, I bought a bouquet of flowers to visit you, but I didn't expect you to go to work.

I didn't wait for you anymore, so I went back first.

I only hope that when you see this bunch of sunflowers, your mood will be as bright as them.

Comes with a bag of alfalfa seeds that you can plant in pots.It is said that if alfalfa with four leaves is grown, it will bring good luck.

—— Shaoting

After hastily reading it the first time, I couldn't help but read it carefully the second time. After reading it about four or five times, Shen Lingjun carefully folded the piece of paper in half and stuffed it into his pocket.Just as he was about to hold the flowers, he noticed the head poking down from upstairs, and when he looked up, he saw the two little white boys looking at him. What was more conspicuous was that they were still holding a sunflower in their hands.

When the sun was setting that day, the white American housewife on the third floor was cooking dinner at home when she heard her two sons screaming outside the door. She hurried out and saw the back of a tall young man in a British police uniform.

The young man held a bright yellow sunflower in his hand, and her son, who had always been restless, complained to her.

If it were an ordinary white person, a Chinese person, or an Indian living downstairs, she wouldn't mind coming to her to argue, but she still hesitated when she looked at the uniform, and didn't ask why. This time it was an arrest. He scolded his two sons.

It made the two little boys wonder why the mother, who had always been domineering and arrogant in the Shanghai market, didn't scold that Chinese yellow man, but scolded them instead?