Feast of Flowers

The fragrant milky white chocolate lay quietly in the palm, the taste was so sweet that it penetrated the nose.

"Why, you woman don't know what reservedness is?!" Peach Blossom Eyes held chocolate in his palms, and his hands shook as if holding a bag of explosives.

With the slightly dim light in the corridor, Hua Jin found that the other party's cheeks and ears were a little red. She only said a few words, and her face was red with anger? It's not good for adults to be so uncomfortable.

Worrying about the other party's violent injury, Hua Jin's upper body leaned back, before the other party hadn't reacted, walked a few steps down quickly, and she was about to exit the safe passage.

"and many more!"

Hua Jin hesitated for a second in the two options of going on or looking back, turned her head and looked at the peachy eyes who stopped her: "Excuse me, something else?"

"Has the chocolate expired?" Taohuayan turned his head and looked at the wall, standing against the light, a bit like a nobleman in an oil painting, beautiful and exquisite, but incompatible with ordinary people.

Hua Jin blinked: "Newly bought, not expired."

Peach Blossom stared at her for a long while, bit a little bit into her mouth, full of disgust: "It's sweet and greasy, unpalatable."

After speaking, he was ready to throw it away, but he turned his head and looked for it for a long time, but did not find the trash can, his face suddenly became difficult to look. He looked at Huajin faintly, and Huajin continued to move towards the exit.

Be cautious when molesting, and low hands can easily cause trouble.

I blamed the other party for being so good-looking, so she made mistakes that many people made.

"Mr. Pei, why are you here?" A fat man at the second floor safe passageway, his head was sweaty in March and April. He seemed to be relieved when he saw the peach eyes standing at the door.

"Fortunately, you are not in the elevator. Just now there was something wrong with the elevator on the second floor. Mr. Yang Shao was trapped in the elevator, and the staff is making emergency repairs." The fat man saw that Mr. Pei's face was not good, and thought it was this one in the hospital. He went the wrong way, so he was in a bad mood, so he said: "Chen's ward is on the eighth floor. Please come with me."

"Have you brought tissues?" Pei Yan asked.

"Huh?" The fat man was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I was in a hurry to come down just now, so I forgot to bring it."

"Forget it." Mr. Pei took the handkerchief out of his suit jacket, wrapped the chocolate in his hand, and put it in his pocket.

"What are you?" The fat man looked at all of this in confusion. What was wrapped in a handkerchief just now was the leftover chocolate? It is said that this Mr. Pei spends money like water, and many people like to find him to invest. In the past two years, many people like to take him privately. I don't know that this lucky, messy investment thing actually makes most of the money, which surprised many people.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Pei, who was rumored to spend money like running water, was such a thrifty person that even the leftover chocolate would be wrapped up. Sure enough, the richer the people, the more stingy they are, and they are reluctant to throw half of the chocolate.

"Let's go." Mr. Pei turned his head and glanced at the Huajin standing below, smiled and waved his hand slightly, and slipped out of the passage.

"Mr. Pei?" The slightly fat man walked a few steps, and found that he hadn't followed up, and what he had done wrong in the future, he stopped and looked at him with some anxiety.

"You said... a woman who walked by the lake with a melancholy expression and red eyes, who looked like she was about to commit suicide, why did she come to the hospital suddenly?" Mr. Pei asked suddenly.

"Maybe it was a serious illness and financial difficulties?" The fat man thought for a while, and added, "Now that life is under pressure, there is no way."

Mr. Pei thought, that woman is still in the mood to tease him, and she shouldn't be too close to thinking about her short-sightedness.

"A few years ago, a colleague of mine committed suicide without warning. He usually looked at someone who was quite cheerful and normal. We didn't know until he passed away. It turned out that his parents passed away and his wife passed away unexpectedly soon." He shook his head and sighed. With a sound, he stretched out his hand to invite Mr. Pei into the elevator, "No one can usually see that he has encountered so many misfortunes. If we can find out earlier and care about him more, we might not get there."

After speaking, the fat man realized that he had said too much, and he turned his head to see that Mr. Pei's face didn't have a different color, and he was secretly relieved.

Hua Jin did not go to the store, but went home and slept all afternoon. When she woke up, it was already dark outside. I got up and made myself a bowl of noodles. Just after I turned on the phone and scanned the webpage for a while, I received a transfer from Yang Lin.

The transfer amount is 1200. Staring at this number for a while, she smiled and said thank you.

Yang Lin: No thanks, I found out that I was pregnant today, so I sent you a red envelope to cheer you up.

Huajin smiled silently and replied: Thank you.

Yang Lin: I remember that you seemed to like to be happy back then. Once a wedding banquet was held for a couple, and we gave the waiter a happy hall. You ate all the sugar happily, saying that it would be happy.

Hua Jin put down the phone, ate up the mushy noodles, got up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. This house is too old. If the used bowls are not cleaned immediately, it is easy to attract bugs.

After tidying up the house, she posted a few pictures of the embroidered finished product on Weibo. She doesn't have any fans on Weibo, and occasionally one or two people will like or comment on her, but most of the time she entertains herself.

Two days later, Huajin received a text message when it processed the carp embroidery pieces.

"Miss Huajin, thank you. My family is gone today. She really likes the quilt you embroidered. Thank you."

Seeing this text message, Hua Jin felt a little uncomfortable in her throat. She got up and poured a glass of water. He even drank a few mouthfuls to suppress the feeling. Through the transparent window, she looked at the pedestrians passing by outside the store and took a few deep breaths.

"Wow, I didn't expect embroidered bags to be so beautiful."

Huajin looked at the door, and a man and a woman walked in. The talking girl was wearing a tunic skirt and a scarf around her neck. When she smiled, her eyes curled slightly, her beauty was a little bit playful.

She saw Hua Jin and pointed to the bag on the shelf: "Can you show me this bag?"

"Yes." Hua Jin took down the bag and handed it to the female customer.

The female customer took the bag in her hand and took a few shots in front of the mirror: "This bag is so beautiful, what is the pattern on it, embroidered so gorgeous but not tacky at all, it's really rare."

"The patterns above are mainly peach, lotus, and bat patterns. The entire embroidered picture is called Fushou Lian Nian. It not only has a good meaning, but is also very beautiful and gorgeous." Huajin glanced at her white skin, "but like you This is a fair-skinned and dazzling beauty. Whatever bag she carries can only be regarded as embellishment."

The female customer was very happy when she heard this, she couldn't help but picked a shawl and a lacquered jewelry box in the store, and then left with a smile. Before I left, I heard that Huajin would make other embroidery products, and also actively added her WeChat account.

No one can reject beautiful things, this is nature.

The man gently wrapped the ashes with the dragon and phoenix quilt that his wife had touched lightly before his death. He came to a big city to give his wife money for treatment. Countless people told him that even if he came to a hospital in a big city, it was just a waste of money. Even the wife herself didn't want to come.

There is still a glimmer of hope for coming to cure the disease. Without coming, one can only wait for death.

He has been married to his mother-in-law for more than 20 years, and she is already incompetent if she hasn't let her enjoy any good things. How can she let her endure day and night sickness and die in order to save money?

There are at least painkillers and painkillers in the hospital, at least let her visit the most prosperous city, and the dragon and phoenix quilt he promised for many years.

"Big brother, your sorrow." The young man who sent him to the station claimed to be someone on the Internet. He didn't know where he heard about his wife's illness. He insisted on donating money. After seeing him not accepting it, he often came to visit , This time also helped him buy a train ticket with his mobile phone.

The man shook his head and hugged the box in his arms: "That's good, she doesn't have to suffer anymore."

The young man Ka looked at the man’s weathered face, and his expression was moved: "Can I tell other people the story about you and your wife?"

"What kind of story can we have for people like us?" The man's face was tired and sad, but his eyes were bright. Taking his wife home was a breath of support for him to go on.

"You run out of wealth for your wife, and you eat steamed buns every day. If you let others know about these things, many people will be moved."

"What's so touching about this, we are a husband and wife, shouldn't we take care of each other?" The man gently wiped the surface of the box, even though it was spotlessly clean, "Being a married couple, that is the person who will live a lifetime and treat each other Okay, what's worth saying."

"Although it costs a little bit more to get sick and be hospitalized, medical insurance can still reimburse part of it. If I work for a few years, I will be able to pay off my debts. I keep the house and haven't sold it yet. It's a drain on my wealth. "

The man left with his wife's ashes, and the young man looked at his slightly hunched back, feeling mixed.

That night, he returned home and wrote down the story and posted it on Weibo.

When writing this story, he was straightforward, not sensational, and did not deliberately exaggerate anything, because the whole story itself is a kind of emotion.

In real life, he is a fairly successful white-collar worker. He is an emotional blogger with hundreds of thousands of fans on the Internet. After this Weibo was posted, it caused many people to forward and discuss.

Everyone in this story is lovely and warm.

Poverty spends all his money for his wife. The husband who obviously has no money but feels that he can’t take the money for nothing, the doctors and nurses who take care of the couple, the blogger who wants to help the couple, and stays up all night embroidering the dragon and phoenix quilt, The embroidery shop owner who doesn't charge much.

Some netizens said that this is not a love story, but a sentimental and touching human warmth story.

The author has something to say: Mr. Pei’s small class is starting: Children should not throw garbage~