under the sea

When he was at the bottom of the sea, He Zexi relied on the flower branch, but after landing on the shore, he turned into a flower branch and relied on He Zexi.

You don't even have a say in where you live.

Huazhi lay in the can with a dark face, turning left and right felt that she was particularly ashamed.

He Zexi ate the last bite of biscuit in his mouth, looked helplessly at the coke can that was moving restlessly in his hand, and said in a low voice: "...you are the one who will follow."

Hua Zhi was holding back her stomach, when she heard He Zexi's words, she snorted coldly, and began to shut herself up again, ignoring He Zexi.

He Zexi: "..."

"It's here, it's here."

The sharp elder brother named Pan Wuyi who was leading the way stopped in his tracks with a bag of drink bottles on his back.

He Zexi raised his head upon hearing this, and saw a small flower and bird shop in front of him.

Every bright and prosperous city has a slum that is unknown to outsiders.Some are in the fringe areas of the central business district, while others are in the low alleyways behind row upon row of high-rise buildings.Isolated from the prosperous and prosperous business circle, it seems to be abandoned by the times and become a living circle where people of another class thrive.

This old little flower, bird and fish shop is in such a place.

The facade is very narrow, and the wooden door is barely wide enough for one and a half people, so it is difficult for two people to enter side by side.Next to the door is a glass window, the glass is not clean, there are some dirty stains on it, the glass seems to be the old-fashioned glass in the 90s, with a yellowish color on the surface, which is very surprising , is completely furnished in domestic style.

With a strong taste of the old days, it feels incompatible with a foreign country.

Inside the glass, there are separate water tanks, in which there are some ornamental fish, not many in number, but each of them is beautiful and energetic.

"Old Wu, I'm here to see you!"

Pan Wuyi shouted into the flower and bird shop, then put down the things in his hands, and pushed open the old-fashioned wooden door.

He Zexi stood at the door and watched for a while, then followed Pan Wuyi into the store.

"Why are you touching your Xiao again?"

After entering the door, He Zexi saw a plainly dressed old man sitting on a small chair made of bamboo, with his eyes closed touching a Daxiao in his hand with a glossy black surface.

"Wu Yi?" The old man raised his head, but his eyes still did not open.

"Yes, here to take care of your business." Pan Wuyi smiled and handed him a bag of oranges, which he bought on the way here.

Not much, just bring a little bit per catty.

But for people like them, it is considered a luxury.

"Buy me food again, don't buy it next time." Old Wu put the Da Xiao in his hand into the box next to him, then groped and stood up.

He is blind.

"Why are you free to come here today?" asked the blind old Wu. Without his eyes, his other senses became extremely sensitive, and soon he felt that there was another person beside Pan Wuyi.

"Who is this?"

"Oh, he is a little brother I met in the city center today. His name is He Zexi. He is a very handsome guy. He is with us. I am going to come to you and give him a small fish tank." Pan Wu said, with a smile on his face that had experienced many vicissitudes, "His little flame squid is pretty good-looking. I thought that such an expensive fish would not look good in a can, so I came here to find you."

"Are you sending him off?" the blind old Wu asked slowly, and after lowering his head for a while, he looked in the direction of He Zexi with his tightly closed eyes, as if he was guessing what Pan Wuyi had brought him. What kind of person is he.

"Why are you so cautious, he is not a bad person." Pan Wuyi patted He Zexi on the shoulder, and explained: "He is a researcher at the Advanced Research Institute of our motherland. .”

"Hi, boss." He Zexi nodded, trying to show his best kindness.

The blind old Wu hummed, and nodded towards He Zexi, "Hello, just take a look for yourself first, all the fish tanks are on the shelf over there, just take them if you like them."

"Okay, thank you." He Zexi responded, and then followed the blind old Wu's instructions and walked towards the fish tank in the store.

Noticing He Zexi's departure, the blind old Wu took Pan Wuyi's hand and asked in a low voice, "Who is he?"

Pan Wu replied in a low voice, "Didn't I say that? He is a researcher from our motherland."

"You believe it right now? I also said that I am A Bing, why don't you believe it?" The blind old Wu frowned, feeling that Pan Wuyi listened to others too easily.

"You're a flute player, how about A Bing playing the erhu?" Pan Wu paused for a moment, then muttered in a low voice, "Actually, I didn't believe it at first. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him before I realize how familiar he looks... Hey! I’ll show you something and you’ll know.”

After speaking, Pan Wuyi ran to the door, pawed for a while among the waste cardboard he had placed at the door, and then came in holding a waste newspaper.

"He looks exactly like the person in the newspaper, and he has the same name." Pan Wuyi pointed to the old newspaper that was used to paste the wall half a year ago.

The blind old Wu pushed Pan Wuyi's hand away, frowned and said, "I can't see either..."

"I forgot, old Wu, don't mind." Pan Wuyi retracted the newspaper apologetically, and dictated the contents of the newspaper to the blind old Wu, "It's about the very famous Professor He Yuan, the pride of our country, you know Bar?"

"I know, I know, you continue." The blind old Wu frowned a little, thinking about the surnames of He Zexi and He Yuan, thinking that there might be some relationship.

"He Zexi is the adopted son of Professor He Yuan. It was reported in the newspaper that he was accidentally martyred while on an ocean expedition. Originally, he could not be mourned publicly, but a special case was given in consideration of Professor He's contribution to the country."

The blind old Wu was taken aback, lowered his suddenly raised voice, and asked in a low voice, "You're still alive!"

"That's right," Pan Wuyi put away the waste newspapers, looked at He Zexi, who was standing upright and quietly picking out the small fish tank with his head down, and said distressedly: "I don't know how much crime I have committed in the past six months. It's some kind of crap."

"Speaking of clothes, aren't you just like him?"

Pan Wu took a look at what he was wearing, and waved his hands indifferently, "Although it is said that 360 lines can be the number one, I still see my status clearly. He Zexi is different, he is so precious Ah, how much energy does it take for the country to train him, I'm just a junk picker, anyone can pick up, and his work can be done by ordinary people?"

"Too……"

Finally, He Zexi brought over a cheap glass fish tank, "I've chosen it."

Pan Wu stood up, looked at the cheapest style in He Zexi's hand, and asked, "That's it?"

"Yes." He Zexi nodded.

Plastic is the cheapest and lightest, but synthetic plastic compounds are not very good for the fish living in it, so he finally chose a relatively cheap palm-sized glass fish tank.

"All right, how much is it?" Pan Wuyi took the small fish tank from He Zexi's hand and put it in the hands of the blind old Wu, wanting him to see the price of the tank.

The blind old Wu pushed it, shook his head and said, "I'll give it to him, no money."

"You're about to go out of business. You've got a swollen face to make you fat. You don't even have pension money, so give it back?" Pan Wuyi said, pulling out a stack of colorful banknotes from his wrinkled suit, and stuffing them into Old Wu's hand inside.

"Too much." The blind old Wu stood up.

Pan Wu said together: "I'll save more for you to buy a good coffin."

"You crow's mouth." The blind old Wu cursed angrily, his eyes closed tightly, but there was a little smile on his wrinkled face.

He is a widower, he has wandered in this foreign country for most of his life, and he may die here in the end. Pan Wu treats him well, and he knows in his heart that although he doesn't say it on the surface, the blind old Wu has already made up his mind to wait for him After he dies, the store in his hand will be left to Pan Wuyi. Although it is not a big place, it can still be exchanged for two dollars.

"Take it and change the can." Pan Wuyi buttoned up his clothes, and handed the small fish tank in his hand to He Zexi.

"Thank you." He Zexi thanked him holding the fish tank.Then I shook the flower branch out of the Coke can and poured it into a small transparent glass fish tank.

[snort. ]

Huazhi's expression was uneasy, and he was still paralyzed after entering the transparent glass tank, no matter how He Zexi moved, he would not move.

"Didn't this change the tank for you?" He Zexi felt tired while holding his head.

It can be seen that Pan Wuyi really likes flower branches, took the can from He Zexi's hand, and leaned over himself, staring at the colorful flame squid in the transparent fish tank, feeling very interesting, "Are you still talking to it?"

He Zexi hummed, "After training for a long time, he can sometimes understand human speech."

Hearing this, Huazhi gave He Zexi a hard look, then spat out a cloud of ink to muddy the water, preventing them from seeing it.

"I still have a temper." Pan Wu said happily.

He Zexi nodded, "Well, it's still very big."

In the small fish tank, Huazhi's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot.

After the matter was settled, Pan Wuyi said goodbye to the blind old Wu and told him not to send him off.

"Then you guys slow down, Jersey, you go back to China earlier." The blind old Wu sat back in the seat he had just sat in, touched the oily and black Da Xiao on the small table next to him, and sighed softly.

The older you get, the more you care about the issue of returning fallen leaves to their roots. Even if you talk about it inadvertently, it's hard to hold back—that's what people like them linger on even in their dreams.

The blind old Wu waved his hand, raised his head and smiled at the two of them. The smile on his skinny and wrinkled face was a bit sad, "Let's go, let's go."

After going out, I walked for a while, and when I reached the corner, I heard the sound of the radio with a hoarse noise coming from the flower and bird shop behind.

"My eyes are full of wind and sand, my heart will not melt for anyone, my tears will not bloom in the desert..."

The sad and lingering female voice was a little distorted, giving people an extraordinarily sad feeling, followed by a whimpering accompaniment from Da Xiao.

"The old guy is messing with him again, what are you bragging about?" Pan Wuyi turned his head and stared at the rundown shop behind him, feeling his eyes wet.

It made him very sad, who still misses home.

"It's also because my dad didn't name me well. What is it called Wu Yi? Wu Yiwu has no one to rely on..." Pan Wuyi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes in embarrassment, and reached out to pat He Zexi shoulder, "Go home early."

After leaving Lao Wu's shop, He Zexi looked at Pan Wuyi who had put on the plastic bottle and old cardboard again, and asked, "How can I contact you in the future?"

"What are you contacting? You want to repay me? Do you want to make me rich?" Pan Wuyi smiled and waved his hands, "No, it's just a fish tank."

"There's also an egg pancake." He Zexi added.

Seeing that He Zexi was serious, Pan Wu patted his head, feeling that scientific researchers are so serious, so he could only reply, "I usually live casually, and I don't even know where I will be next night."

He Zexi looked at him for a while and asked, "Do you have a bank card?"

"Uh... no."

"Do you have an ID card?"

"Have……"

"Get a card."

……

Half an hour later, Pan Wuyi held the freshly baked bank card without a cent in his hand, and looked at the back of the black-haired young man leaving, feeling a little dazed.