Gongliang flower shop

After finally fooling the little curly hair, passing by, he brought a glowing rabbit balloon to Gongliang's flower shop.

Gong Liang was still nestling behind the counter, while Shan Xing sat on the ponytail and tossed the flowers.

Seeing him coming, Shan Xing just lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, but instead looked with interest at the red hijab hiding behind him.

"Xianggong..." The red hijab was a little scared, and he didn't dare to show his head while pulling the clothes passing by.

Passing by, he patted her reassuringly and said dryly, "Next... good afternoon."

Shanxing sneered, picked up a flower and bit it in his mouth, leaned his neck back and closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to talk to him.

Gong Liang who didn't know when he sat up was looking at him.

Maybe it's because he hasn't had a good rest recently, Gongliang looks a little sluggish, with his chin propped up in a lazy look.

"Teacher Gongliang." Passing by, he greeted him and asked the red hijab to follow him.

Gong Liang looked at his slightly pale face and bloodshot eyes, and looked at the red hijab vaguely.

Passing by as if he didn't notice it, as if he didn't feel any discomfort in his body at all.

He put on an apron as usual and began to sit at the door, but now there is one more place where he was alone in a daze, two people sitting in a row, the red hijab obediently next to him, that feeling is very strange, let the passing by The corner of the mouth couldn't help but bend.

Shanxing didn't know when he came to Gongliang's side. He lowered his head and pinned the flower in his mouth to Gongliang's ear. Seeing the beautiful petals intertwined with Gongliang's snow-white skin, he rubbed it with his lips in satisfaction. one time.

Gongliang glanced at him, and recently Shanxing has become more and more fond of doing these specious actions.

He tapped the table lightly, letting Shanxing bury himself in his arms, and took a deep breath around his neck, as if he was suppressing the uncontrollable agitation in his body.

Gong Liang patted his head and said in a low voice, "Be good, it's not time yet."

Shanxing snorted twice, his eyes drifted to the red hijab who was passing by, and he restrainedly put Gongliang's hand into his mouth.

Gongliang also let him go, and coaxed him with a candy from his palm like a magic trick.

As expected, Shanxing was appeased, curled up in his arms and gnawed at his fingers, fingering his palms.

……

"Sanggong, are you tired?" the red hijab asked him softly, occasionally touching the corner of his clothes carefully.

Passing by is cutting ribbons, judging from the frequency that flower shops can't sell a single flower in a month, there is no need for so many flowers.

But passing by is really boring, so I usually have to use this to pass the time, just like playing, it has nothing to do with whether you are tired or not, but he is quite happy with the concern for the red hijab.

"Not tired." As soon as the words fell, the smile on his face hadn't retracted, when he passed by, his eyes suddenly went dark, and the scissors cut his fingers.

The stinging pain drilled into his brain a little bit slowly, and passing by was stunned for a moment before he realized it.

He immediately hissed, and before he could do anything, the red hijab grabbed his hand and said anxiously, "Master, you are injured."

This voice is not too small, the other party's hijab flew up in a hurry, grabbed the passing hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and murmured: "My husband is injured, what should I do, what should I do."

A coolness rushed straight to his brain, and he was a little confused when passing by. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that his fingers were being held in his mouth.

After being stiff for a while, he suddenly pulled out his hand, and stammered, "No...it's okay, just a small hole."

He touched his fingers uncomfortably, and turned his head to reveal the tips of his red ears.

"How can it be a small hole, Xianggong's health is not good, Auntie said, just a little injury can kill Xianggong!"

"What? What are you talking about." Passing by for a moment, he looked at the red hijab and said, "What are you talking about? What's wrong with your health? What's your auntie?"

The red hijab seemed to be stupefied. Usually, he would be too ashamed to raise his head when he was touched, but now he grabbed his hand vigorously and whispered: "My husband is not in good health, you must treat him carefully. Xianggong was injured, it was my fault, it was my fault."

No matter how slow he was passing by, he could still react. He frowned and pulled out his hand. At this time, the small cut had stopped bleeding a long time ago, and there was only a small, narrow scar on the pulp of his finger.

"You got the wrong person."

This sentence awakened the red hijab, and the other party shook his body, and said firmly: "Why not, you are the husband, you are Brother Atang."

Passing-by's brows were furrowed even tighter, and he felt a little bored, but he still tried his best to breathe calmly and said, "I'm not that brother Atang, my name is Passing-by, Passing-by."

He couldn't help emphasizing it again, curling up his fingers to hide the wound.

The red hijab remained silent, fingers resting on his knees, and clasped his palms together.

Seeing the inexplicable and pitiful appearance of the red hijab, passing by felt a little depressed, but at this moment he didn't know what to say, so he simply fell silent and lowered his head to deal with the ribbons on the ground.

The rabbit balloon sandwiched between the two was shaken by the wind, and colorful lights flickered in the rabbit's ears.

Gongliang watched all this calmly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Shan Xing nestled in his arms, sitting on his lap, almost sticking to him longingly.

The small flower shop turned on the lights, and the silence began to spread silently.

……

Passing by and dreaming again, this time he still couldn't see the shape, only heard some voices.

The child's immature childish voice turned into a girl's innocence, and with a crisp laugh, he chased him and said, "Brother Atang, look, I caught a rabbit in the mountains."

The man's hoarse cough sounded continuously, as if he was dying of illness, his voice was hoarse and weak: "You went to the back mountain again?"

The girl murmured for a while, and then said confidently: "I want to dig herbs for Brother Atang. Doctor Liu said that I am very smart, and that I am better than his useless apprentices. I will learn it later. Then you can treat Brother Atang."

Such innocent words amused the other party, the man laughed in a low voice, his voice seemed to be stuffed out of his chest.

"Okay, okay, Brother Atang is waiting for you, come here and show Brother Atang whether you are injured."

The girl ran over bouncing around, and could vaguely see a rough wheelchair in the haze. Even though she couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but with just such a pair of legs, she still felt that the man was terribly thin.

"Brother Atang, I'm going to be ready in one year, so just wait for me."

The man smiled, but did not answer.

"Little hoof, where did you go early in the morning, can't you see that there is still work to be done at home!"

The other party flinched with a stern shout, and the girl said timidly, "Here... here we come."

The man sighed softly, put his hands behind his back, and immediately heard an exclamation: "Flower."

It was a large bunch of yellow wild chrysanthemums.

……

This time the dream was much clearer, Lu Guo resisted the swelling pain in his brain and got out of bed.

He went into the bathroom to freshen up, but was almost startled by himself in the mirror.

In just a few days, he seemed to have lost more than a dozen catties, his usual energetic appearance became exhausted, his pale face, black eyes, and even his cheeks were a little sunken.

He touched his chin and let out a "hiss" with some toothache.

I always feel that I have been sucked up by some goblin unknowingly.

He was watching intently, when a smear of red suddenly appeared in the mirror, passing by, he almost fell to the ground in fright, and when he looked back and saw the red hijab, he was relieved and said, "Morning."

He also yawned as he spoke, looking listless.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing." I have to say that passing by is still big-hearted, and he doesn't take his current physical condition seriously at all.

Or maybe the recent messy dreams made his mind like a mess, completely unable to separate his mind to think about other things.

After a perfunctory breakfast, he really didn't have the energy to go to other places. He wanted to go back and sleep, but he didn't want to have those dreams again.

After dozing off for several times, he decided to go to the flower shop to find Gongliang.

But the red hijab pulled him back timidly, and said in a low voice, "Where is Mr. Xiang going?"

Passing by smiled and patted her. After a day or two, he became more courageous and got used to the red hijab to some extent.

"Go to Teacher Gongliang's flower shop."

The red hijab raised his head, curled his fingers and pulled him a little tighter, and said with some embarrassment: "Can you not go?"

"What." The passing mind was still a little dull.

"Can I not go to see Mr. Gongliang?"

Passing by thought it was something, it was worth the other party speaking in such a cautious tone.

At this time, he was only acting as a red hijab and was afraid that Shanxing would eat her, so he agreed to the red hijab's soft plea indifferently: "Okay, if you don't go, don't go, but I have to talk to Teacher Gongliang."

As he spoke, he strode back to the room. The red hijab stood still, his hands hanging down by his sides, and the tassels hanging down to his chest shook.

She lowered her head, her jade-white nails turned black in an instant.

Passing by and saying hello to Gongliang, he didn't say anything, just told him not to go out if he had nothing to do, because it will rain today.

At this moment, the sky is clear, the sky is blue, the sky is white, and the sun is so clear that there is no sign of rain, but passing by believes in Gongliang's words, and makes up his mind to stay at home for a day.

Walking out of the bedroom, the red hijab sat obediently in the living room, playing with the remote control on the table through the air.

The TV was switched back and forth, and there was nothing interesting. When the red hijab saw him coming out, he stopped his movements suddenly as if he was frightened, and the remote control fell off the table.

She twisted a few fingers as if she had done something wrong, and said guiltily, "I didn't mean to."

Passing by smiled, every time I saw the other party like this, I always felt like a kitten that hadn't been weaned yet, so soft and easy to bully.

Embarrassed by his unscrupulous analogy, Passing-by coughed, picked up the remote control on the ground and said, "It's okay, just stay at home today, you can play whatever you want."

"Won't my husband take me out to play?"

"You want to go out?" Passing-by raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"En." The red hijab nodded, and said happily: "I want to be with my husband."

The soft tone carried expectations that people couldn't bear to refuse.

But thinking of Gongliang's words, Passing-by still shook his head: "The weather is bad today, so don't go out, I'll take you to play tomorrow."

"There's no time." The red hijab hung his head.

"No time for anything."

"I don't have time, but I still want to spend more time with my husband and see the places he has been to before leaving, can't I?"

This is a little sad to say.

The other party didn't know how many hundreds of years he had died. I'm afraid that according to his age at that time, he was a college student by now, maybe he didn't graduate from high school.

Passing by frowned, feeling a little troubled.

But soon I thought it was just raining, and it would be nothing serious to bring an umbrella.

Ignoring the unease that just popped up in his heart, Guo Guo said briskly, "Okay, you can go out if you want."