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Waiting for a late travel companion at the station is really tormenting, especially without the other party's mobile phone number, it is impossible to figure out whether the person is just late or just can't meet something.

Coco is full of expectations and fantasies about the trip to the botanical garden on Sunday, just like when she was in elementary school, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night looking forward to the spring outing.

It turned out that the time to wake up was earlier than the alarm clock preset. The chairman invited friends to drink morning tea, and the room was quietly flowing with the morning light coming in through the window. The things in the rucksack had been packed the night before, and Coco ate whatever he wanted. After ordering some bread in the refrigerator, there was nothing else to do, just watching the second hand on the wall clock turn round and round.

As a result of going out early, I was lucky enough to catch an uncrowded bus. The journey was very smooth. Every intersection was green and unimpeded. When I arrived at the agreed place, it was half a day earlier than expected. Hour.

Coco, who was in a happy mood, didn't care about waiting. When he thought of that person spending a whole day leisurely with him, his emotions became extremely high, and he became inexplicably excited as the appointment time approached.

The fragment about taming the fox in "The Little Prince" couldn't help flashing in his mind, Coco felt amused, and thought amusedly, could it be that he was tamed so easily?

It's just that such a relaxed and happy mood has gradually turned into restlessness and even impetuous anxiety when there is no one to wait for.

If I had known that such a situation would happen, I should have mustered up the courage to ask her for her mobile phone number that day. Speaking of which, she didn't even know her name.

When he was thinking wildly, someone slapped his shoulder suddenly, Coco turned his head quickly, and his eyes fell into two bottomless pools.

"Sorry, I'm late." Seeing the tamed fox with a stunned expression that was almost cute, the little prince's brows and eyes were slightly curved, and his smile was overflowing.

"Ah, it doesn't matter..." The dark clouds accumulated in my heart just scattered and disappeared without a trace.

"The car is here, let's go." Coco felt her right hand being gently held before she could regain her senses, and she trotted forward following the gentle force. In front of her eyes was her hair dyed with sunlight flowing in the wind. And the square drawing board full of artistic atmosphere swayed with the rhythm of walking.

The cars going to the botanical garden are full of people who want to relax on weekends. There are no large parks in the city, and the only one or two are full of traces of artificial carvings. They are far less refreshing than the botanical gardens full of trees.

It is almost impossible to find a seat in the overcrowded car. Some young people even occupy the chairs near the front of the car and play mobile games carelessly, turning a blind eye to the elderly standing beside them.

It wasn't until the car started that Coco realized that he couldn't find anything to hold on to. There were people all over the front, back, left, and right, and the pull rings on the top of his head were taken away by tall people.

"Grab my arm." The soft voice was like a summer breeze in the noisy car, dispelling all the restlessness in my heart. Coco ignored her embarrassment and hugged her arm obediently.If you fall in this narrow and crowded place, you may be trampled to the ground immediately.

When making a sharp turn, Coco slammed into her arms. Unlike the muddy and unpleasant smells that wafted in the car, her clothes had a fresh and clean soap scent.

When Coco wanted to retreat from that warm embrace and stand up again, he found that the uncle behind him had already occupied that foothold, and he had nowhere to retreat.

"Okay, stay still." Just when Coco was at a loss, a gentle and deep voice soothed her.

The book often describes passengers who hitchhike during peak hours as sardines in a can, and strangers who have never met before are forced to rely on each other. The distance between Coco and her at this moment is really no closer than that of other people in the car, but that is not helpless closer to blatant...stealing (ahem) lovemaking?

Coco was frightened by her sudden thoughts, bit her lower lip hard, and reminded herself not to have any more strange thoughts.

Arriving at the botanical garden, passengers rushed to the open doors, suffocated for so long, eager to get out of the car for fresh air.

"Have you been waiting at the station for a long time?" She looked over with a half-smile.

"No." Coco quickly shook her head.

She turned her head and glanced at the gate of the botanical garden. The passengers who got off the bus were walking in one after another. After a while, there were only the two of them left in the open space at the gate.

"Next time I'll be on time." There was a hint of apology in her tone.

"It doesn't matter..." The punctual person felt uncomfortable, but when he thought of the "next time" chance to go out together, he felt a burst of joy in his heart.

The two walked side by side, and as they passed the gate, Coco couldn't help but whispered admiration for the ivy draped over it.

"Do you want to take a photo?"

"what?"

She smiled and took out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket, turned to the camera function, and then pointed the camera at Coco, looking very professional.

"Come on, say 'eggplant.'"

Coco stepped aside quickly, waved his hands desperately and shook his head: "I don't like taking pictures, I just want to take pictures of those plants."

"For plants, I can take pictures by myself. If I don't take pictures of you, how can I prove that you have been here with me?"

It sounded a bit irrefutable at first, Coco thought for a while and said, "Then let me help you take pictures later."

"Okay."

The mobile phones of both of them have the function of taking pictures, and after taking pictures, they put them together to compare the effects.

"It's better to take pictures with your mobile phone more clearly."

"It's okay." Coco just felt his heart beating like a drum, and now is the best time to ask the other party for his phone number, but...how can he speak more naturally?

"I don't have your number yet... If I'm late next time... you can notify me in advance..." Coco hated herself for not being good at words, but she was expressionless because of being too nervous. How terrible, if she could, she really wanted to dig three feet of soil and bury it underground.

"That's right." She held back a smile and asked, "What's your number?"

Coco quickly reported a series of numbers, and added at the end: "My name is Coco."

She nodded and dialed the number: "My name is Wood."

Staring at the caller ID on the phone screen, Coco was moved by the wish come true.

The weather was not clear, the sun was blocked by thick stratus clouds, and it was only faintly visible, but the temperature was extremely sultry. Coco wore a skirt, a pastoral-style suspenders, and a small beige waistcoat. She was ladylike and elegant.It's just that she sweated a lot while squeezing the bus, and she hasn't dried it out until now. From time to time, she subconsciously tugged at her skirt, and the way she lowered her head and frown fell in Wood's eyes, and she just thought it was very cute.

"There is a lotus pond over there, and the place near the water should be cooler." Wood obviously comes here often and is very familiar with the path of the botanical garden.She didn't wear a hat today, but she wore a gray hooded T-shirt with light blue denim shorts, which was refreshing. Coco likes that style of clothing from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes can't help sneaking glances at people.

The dense tree shade along the road more or less blocks some of the summer heat, and occasionally the breeze blows slowly, with the breath of grass leaves. While taking a deep breath, my heart suddenly feels peaceful.

"By the way, how about that contract?" Wood found that if she didn't speak, Coco would follow in silence. Although she didn't mind the freehand silence, she always felt that the little white rabbit who was a little nervous seemed to be swayed by it. nervous.

"Work?" Coco was stunned, with a complicated expression on his face, as if recalling something unpleasant, his brows were unconsciously frowned.

Wood asked again a little strangely: "Is it not going well?"

"Well... the contract was signed, but..." Coco was extremely angry whenever he thought of what Ou Ping said to her at that time.

What could make the docile little white rabbit so angry? Wood couldn't help guessing: "The partner put forward excessive conditions?"

"He invited me to dinner and ordered a bottle of red wine. I didn't drink it. He drank it all by himself. When he checked out, he said he was a little drunk and wanted to open a room to rest, and asked if I could accompany him."

"Did you accompany him in the end?"

"Of course not!"

"Isn't the contract signed?"

"Yeah, I left very angry and forgot to take the contract. Unexpectedly, he asked the secretary to send the contract the next day, and signed it."

Wood just smiled ambiguously, and didn't speak again.

Coco secretly observed the changes in her expression, but couldn't see any changes.She lowered her head and kicked away the pebbles on the ground, feeling extremely regretful in her heart, she would not have mentioned that matter if she had known.Can't help but glance at Wood again, anyway, let's say something.

"If it's you, you really have the right to be angry." As if responding to her inner voice, Wood said with a smile.

Coco blinked in confusion, is there anyone who has no right to be angry?

"If you change to those girls who have no background and are eager for quick success, maybe they will think that it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The two walked onto the Wind and Rain Bridge, and as far as the eye could see the water was full of hibiscus, the shadows were like fire, the fields of lotus leaves, thousands of piles of beautiful flowers, and a bustling scene.

"No matter how greedy you are, it's impossible to agree to such a thing." Coco's eyes widened in shock, and she couldn't believe that it was Wood who said those words just now.

Wood smiled helplessly, whether she should be called innocent or naive.

"The cruelty of this society cannot be understood by a delicate lady who was born with a golden key in her mouth." The flowers raised in the greenhouse do not need to experience wind and rain, and stand in a superior place as a matter of course, enjoying the sunshine and rain without knowing the sufferings of the world.

"What?" Coco pursed her mouth, feeling a little uneasy in her heart, always feeling that Wood's words suddenly opened up the distance between them.

Wood stared at her for a while, then suddenly changed the subject: "I'm late today."

"Uh, ah, overslept?" Coco was a little overwhelmed.

Wood shook his head, his black eyes narrowed slightly, enjoying the cool breeze coming towards him: "I want you to guess a few more times and you won't be able to guess it."

"Traffic jam?" The curiosity in Coco's heart was aroused, and she was really determined to figure it out.

Wood shook his head, motioning her to guess again.

"You couldn't find the key when you went out."

"Although I don't clean the house very often, it's not that messy."

Coco recalled the last time she went to her house to borrow the bathroom, and couldn't help muttering in her heart: that's it.

"Meet a thief on the road?"

"No."

"Saw a pregnant woman fall and sent her to the hospital?"

"I have to say that your imagination is quite rich."

Coco lowered her head and smiled embarrassedly: "I can't guess."

"The landlord came to knock on the door early in the morning." Wood didn't hold back anymore, and told the truth.

"He cooked your breakfast? Ah, you're late because you had breakfast with him?"

Wood laughed at the thought of her being too naive.

"He came to press me to pay the rent."

"Did you forget to hand it in?"

"I forgot on purpose. I haven't received my salary for this month, so I can only delay it. Because I have to wait for the landlord to leave before I can go out, so I am late."

The sudden silence made the atmosphere a bit awkward, and Coco seemed to finally understand what Wood meant by the "cruelty of society" before.

Some people are born with no worries about food and clothing, and their ten fingers do not touch the spring water. What they want, they only need a word, an order, and someone will take care of them.Others are precarious, running around in order to make a living, wishing to split one banknote into two, and drinking soy milk for breakfast is a luxury.

"If..." Coco swallowed, "I mean, if a rich man appeared and said such suggestive words to you, what would you do?"

Wood could have shrugged his shoulders, and then replied easily: I only heard that sister Lin fell from the sky, but I never heard that rich people fall from the sky.Or conform to her expectations, shaking his head in disdain.But she didn't do that.

Perhaps it was a sudden prank idea, or a bad factor in nature. Wood looked heavy and helpless: "You probably look down on me, and that condition is not unacceptable to me."

Couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or loss, Coco was in a complicated mood and subconsciously resisted such an answer. How could Wood say such words, she is such a clean and warm girl, as clear as water droplets in the sun, without a trace of impurities, how could she have such thoughts?

Wood doesn't seem to mind what she thinks of him, just lazily leaning against the bridge railing, the drawing board knocking against the stone carvings, making a dull crashing sound.

"With different values, you will look at things differently. The price of just one night can save you a few years or even ten years of struggle. Isn't it profitable?"

If this kind of words were told by other people, Coco would definitely be extremely disgusted, but if the object was Wood, it made her feel a pang of pity.She didn't experience it but secretly imagined what kind of hard life Wood lived.

It's not as simple as "the price of one night", but a girl's reserve and perseverance, a person's principles and dignity, although there is absolutely no money, but there are some things that cannot be exchanged no matter how much money.

Coco suddenly felt a little worried, could he get Wood as long as he had money?She can become someone else's property so easily, as if as long as you wave a candy in front of her, she will obediently follow.

However, another thought made her faintly pleasantly surprised. If Wood really cared about money so much, could anyone do it, could she also...get her?

The author has something to say:

Been lazy for so long, re-updating, I kind of forgot the previous feeling... Well, I will work hard.