Gongliang flower shop

As soon as I walked through the door, the clear sky turned into dark clouds, and the darkness seemed to be sinking.

His heart skipped a beat, and his fingertips felt a little numb.

A cold hand touched him cautiously, passing by and lowering his head, the red hijab was tentatively holding his fingertips, but he was shy and didn't dare to go any further.

He pursed his lips, did not refuse, and held her back.

"Where do you want to go?" The passing voice was a little soft, as if the breath in the chest could not hold up, so it brought a different kind of tenderness.

The red hijab raised his head to look at him, with a smile in his voice: "I want to go to the place where my husband has been."

Passing by replied: "Okay." He lowered his head and coughed in some discomfort.

Since he came to Nanshi, Guo Guo has stayed here for about four or five years in total. He has been here since he was in high school, but his parents left after he graduated from high school, leaving him to live here alone.

When I was young and frivolous, I passed by and played with outrageous things like those second generations. I drove cars on the winding mountain road, and also fought in the dark and windy.

However, there is always a kind of tenderness in the bones of passing by. He also planted flowers in spring, watched the sea in summer, walked on the streets full of fallen leaves in autumn, and sipped rich and fragrant coffee in winter.

Now, he wants to take the red hijab to walk the roads he has walked.

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There was a rumbling thunder, and the dark sky rolled with layers of dark clouds, and those thick fog seemed to sweep people in.

Gong Liang opened the curtains, the dark sky indicated that a heavy rain was coming.

With his waist tightly hugged, he turned his head to look at Shan Xing lying on his back, his dark eyes were a little bright.

"Hungry?" he asked softly.

Shanxing opened his eyelids, but didn't answer his question, just looked at the dark cloud-covered sky outside and smiled.

There was a deafening thunderclap, with lightning that pierced the sky.

Perhaps because of the impending rain, there was no one on the road, and even the shops were hastily closed.

Passing by brought the red hijab to the seaside, and the turning waves created a piece of white foam.

He smiled and said, "I used to like to stay here alone when I was younger."

At that time, he was still in a rebellious period, probably like the boss of the sky and his second child, no one looked down on him, because the so-called face and a gamble could be fought with his life.

But after a car accident, he became honest. At that time, he broke a leg and heard that it was going to be amputated. The snot bubbles came out of the snot bubbles from the crying of the fifteen or sixteen teenagers.

At night, I just hide under the quilt and search Baidu Encyclopedia, will there be sequelae of amputation, will the prosthesis affect normal life, and the most important thing is how to go to the toilet independently in the early stage.

The doctor hasn't said anything yet, but he has thought about his last words in advance.

"Actually, I'm afraid of getting sick, because when I'm sick, I feel very uncomfortable, and I always have to take medicine."

Passing by covered his mouth and coughed, the waves blew up a gust of sea wind, which blew into his throat, his lungs felt hot and itchy, and his uncontrollable cough made his back bend more and more.

As soon as his legs went limp, he plopped down and sat on the ground, panting eagerly.

"Does my husband often get sick?"

Guo Guo shook his head: "Rarely, I have been healthy since I was a child. Even my mother said that I cried louder than other children on the day I was born. Since I was a child, I have never let my family worry about sports."

He lowered his head and covered his mouth to suppress the itching in his throat.

Something was wrong, something was wrong.

"No, Xianggong's health is very poor. He has to drink medicine every day, and he can't blow the wind or move. Someone needs to be by his side at all times."

Guo Guo frowned, he felt a little difficult to breathe, as if something was squeezing his lungs, his heart beat a little fast, he felt flustered for no reason, his fingers were cold and numb, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"I want to serve my husband, and I am willing to serve him for the rest of my life."

The red hijab smiled sweetly, lowering his head and clasping his palms, a bit shy and shy.

She tentatively held back Passing, and held his hand carefully, but Passing didn't dare to breathe, for fear that if he inhaled, he would cough so hard that he wouldn't be able to stop.

What made him feel even more frightening was that he couldn't feel the coldness of the other party at all. The fact that this happened could only mean that his hands were colder than the other party's.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and a drop of water fell on the brow of the passing person. He stood up with his body supported, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's going to rain, let's go back."

"Won't Mr. Xiang take me somewhere else?"

Passing by was a little flustered, he couldn't figure it out, but he could clearly feel that the anger in his body was disappearing.

"No, I'm going back." He staggered a step and walked forward with his body bent.

"Didn't my husband say that he would take me to see the water of Luocheng Lake, eat the best peach blossom cake in Ninglin County, and watch the most beautiful sunset in Bailan Mountain?"

The red hijab stopped where he was, and his soft voice carried loud inquiries.

Passing by without stopping, he clutched his chest and staggered as he walked, his brows tightened to show that he was not feeling well at the moment.

"Why did my husband lie to me? Is it because I was disobedient, or did I make him angry?"

The hearts of those who passed by were beating faster and faster, and the palms of the hands that should have been holding the red hijab felt cold.

He took a difficult step forward, and the red hijab behind him was still asking him: "Does my husband want me anymore?"

A trembling voice with unswallowed sobs.

He pursed his lips tightly and couldn't help coughing again, but his footsteps had stopped, and after a while, he slowly turned his head and looked at the red hijab who seemed to be abandoned on the spot.

"No." He heard himself say this, his rough voice was hoarse and outrageous.

The red hijab raised his hand and wiped the tears on his face, his shoulders trembling with sobs: "Sister, don't be angry, I won't go if you don't take me, I will be where my husband is."

The look of begging for perfection is too pitiful.

He sighed, rubbed his uncomfortable chest, stretched out his hand and said, "Come here."

The red hijab looked at him hesitantly, and after a while, he walked towards him shyly, and put his hand into his palm in aggrieved manner.

Still can't feel the slightest coldness, I'm afraid his body temperature is lower than the opponent's now.

Passing by and leading the person back, his throat was so dry that he was about to burst into flames, but he felt another fishy liquid was about to come out.

He didn't know what he was doing, maybe he was stunned.

For a moment, he felt that he was not him.

The little hand that was holding her was still trembling slightly, and occasionally heard a sob or two, maybe she was still crying, but she didn't speak any more, and obediently let him lead her away.

After leaving the beach and walking one more street to the main road, Passing-by coughed violently and vomited out a mouthful of warm blood.

He wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, his cold body seemed to be warmed by the blood, and he felt a little sensation on his fingertips.

"Xianggong's health is not good, he has to be careful to serve him, he can't blow the wind or move, and he has to drink medicine every day."

The red hijab beside him started talking again.

Guo Guo couldn't move anymore, so the other party pulled him away.

And the words of the red hijab became more and more chaotic and disorganized.

"Don't be afraid, Brother Atang, Doctor Liu said that I am very smart, and I can cure you when I learn it."

"Today, Auntie said that I will be able to marry Brother Atang when I grow up. I want to congratulate Brother Atang, so that Brother Atang will be in good health."

"A lot of wild chrysanthemums bloomed at the foot of the mountain, but I didn't dare to ask Atang to help me pick them again, because Auntie said that if Atang had something wrong, she would kill me, so I took that piece of chrysanthemum. I pulled them all out, and set a fire on them, so that there should be no new flowers in the coming year."

The voice of the red hijab is full of innocence, ignorance and youthfulness, muttering alone the little secrets buried in the bottom of my heart, and the feelings that are ashamed.

Lu Guo couldn't stop coughing, but he never let go of his hand.

Now his body is so bad that he looks like a dying person, but the strange thing is that he is not afraid at all, but is interested in listening to the flowers that the red hijab said.

With a sound of "wow", the heavy rain poured down, blurring the vision almost instantly. The bean-sized raindrops hit the person's body and it hurt a little. It's so low that I can't understand the five senses of ordinary people.

I stumbled and walked for a while before stopping. Passing by I tried my best to open my eyes. This is a narrow sidewalk, and the rain has accumulated a puddle of water in some recesses. The side is facing an alley, which is deep and long.

It took a long time for his unconscious mind to recall that this was the place where he first met the red hijab.

It was also raining so heavily that day, and the dark sky brought a strong sense of oppression. Gong Liang reminded him not to stop, but he accidentally tripped over a piece of red hijab.

From that day on, everything around him was out of touch with ordinary people, including his occasional dreams.

"You..." Lu Guo opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and outrageous.

He coughed violently a few times, and blood stains dripped on the ground, which were quickly washed away by the rain again.

The red hijab let go of him at some point, silently watching him kneeling on the ground coughing heart-piercingly.

Passing by covering his mouth, he felt that his internal organs were rapidly depleting. If he could see his appearance, he would find that his head was dotted with a lot of white hair.

He raised his head and looked at the red hijab standing in the rain. The other party was wearing a cumbersome wedding dress, with his hands folded in front of him, as beautiful as a dream.

So much so that he felt that the other party was far away from him, but that kind of repressed extreme sadness came to his face.

Guo Guo propped up his body, but knelt on the ground with a plop, the blood overflowing from his fingers trickling down.

"What's wrong with you." The hoarse voice was easily dissipated in the noisy heavy rain.

The red hijab kept shaking his head, and his choked up crying made people worry.

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

Passing by with a hunched back, his misty eyes struggled to open: "Don't cry."

Crying makes people sad to death.

The abnormally beating heart seemed more like being hit.

"Brother Atang, I want to go home, I'm so scared."

The sobs turned into helpless cries.

The red hijab in the rain is so thin that it can be blown down by a gust of wind, so thin and so desperate.

Passing by staggered and wanted to stand up, but he suddenly leaned back. In a blur, he saw a black umbrella walking in the heavy rain.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Teacher Gongliang, you are finally here.

The unsteady body fell backwards, and the dark alley became a country road.

He wanted to reach out, but couldn't move his limbs.

……

"What's your name?"

"do not know."

"How old is this year?"

"Six...six years old."

"Don't be afraid, take this place as your own home from now on."

"Then...I...can I call you Brother Atang?"

"Of course." The gentle voice with laughter makes people enchanted.

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