Chapter 44 Those Flowers 1

She looked at the flowers of various colors below with shining eyes. Maybe she could exchange them!

Who doesn’t love beautiful flowers!

So she immediately ran downstairs to find Emma:

"Mom, I have an idea, I wonder if you would agree with it."

Emma had changed into her home clothes and was watching TV.

"Speak, my dear Vera!"

"I see the roses in the garden are blooming luxuriantly. Can I pick some and bring them to school to trade at the flea market?"

"Wow! That's a fantastic idea! But you have to ask Chris's permission. He puts a lot of effort into the garden."

Chris is a thin Mexican man who has been helping the Wilson family take care of the lawn and garden. He is often seen busy in the backyard. He is a very silent person and Zhang Wei seems to have never heard him speak.

So the next morning, Zhang Wei got up early, opened the window and saw Chris trimming the withered flowers, then collecting them and putting them into the compost bin.

"Hello, Uncle Chris."

Chris was conscientiously adjusting the temperature of the compost bucket. He obviously didn't notice Zhang Wei walking up to him and was startled by the sudden sound she made.

Zhang Wei smiled apologetically and said again: "Hello, Uncle Chris."

"Is that Vera? What do you want to talk to me about?" Chris was a little surprised. He spoke very slowly and it sounded like he had a lisp and a Spanish accent.

"Yes, I'm Vera. The garden you keep is so beautiful. I can see you working in it every morning."

If you want others to help you, you should first praise their work. When Chris heard this, he looked at the flowers in the garden proudly.

"It's really beautiful, but it's not just my contribution. The sun, the rain, and the flowers themselves have all worked hard!"

Zhang Wei felt a little nervous when he heard this. It seemed that he loved these paintings very much, and he didn't know whether he would agree.

She decided to be a little roundabout and praised sincerely:

"I have never seen roses more beautiful than these. Even the flowers grown in school are far inferior to them."

"You are still young. You will see more beautiful roses in the future."

It was obvious that he was very happy. Zhang Wei continued, "I think it's a pity that only our family can appreciate this flower. Would you like it if more people could see such a beautiful flower?"

"Of course. I used to plant them on the roadside in front of my house. People who passed by said I had the most beautiful dahlias in Mexico."

As he spoke, he looked towards the south, as if he could see the direction of home in the distance.

Zhang Wei didn't bother him for a moment. She looked at the roses in the sun and thought of "The Little Prince": "There are four hundred million roses in my yard... Everyone who passes by will praise my roses..."

"Sorry, I thought of something else. Do you have anything else to say?" Chris asked after coming back to his senses.

At this time, Zhang Wei felt a little embarrassed. Her mood was completely different from before.

Chris might be like the Little Prince. He doesn’t plant roses, but each one is a reflection of his longing for home.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Chris. I was thinking of exchanging your roses for something at the school flea market, but I changed my mind. Roses are great just growing in the garden."

Zhang Wei sincerely apologized to Chris.

Unexpectedly, Chris quickly waved his hands: "No, no," and his movements became flustered.

"What I mean is, there's no need to apologize. The flowers in the garden belong to you, whether they're roses or wild roses, if you need them!"

"You're wrong. Mom said these belong to you too. It's your hard work that makes them bloom so beautifully."

Zhang Wei felt that Emma had great respect for workers, which was something she should learn from. This might be the reason why Betty, Chris, and other people working at the Wilson family were willing to stay for a long time.

"Please thank Mrs. Wilson for her affirmation. I agree with your idea. You can come and pick it when you need it. Perhaps you need my help?"

The hostess's praise obviously meant more to Chris than her own. Zhang Wei did not feel any reluctance when he spoke, and it was obvious that he really wanted her to pick flowers in the garden.

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Zhang Wei bowed to him to express his gratitude.

Namir's voice came from the window: "Vera! We're going to be late! What are you doing in the garden!"

"Then I'll go first. I'll talk to you when I come back in the afternoon!" Zhang Wei said as he was about to run home.

"etc!"

Zhang Wei heard a "click" sound behind her and turned around to see Chris holding a multi-headed pink rose and quickly handing it to her.

"Thank you!" Zhang Wei grabbed Pink Rose and ran to the front yard without saying anything more. Namir was already waiting in the car.

In this way, Zhang Wei got off the car holding a beautiful rose. The students passing by saluted her, and Namier ran away early.

Zhang Wei then felt a little awkward. She decided not to waste the flower and give it to the first teacher she would meet when she entered the school gate. Otherwise, Catherine would definitely be unhappy if she brought it to the classroom.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. I didn't expect that the person standing outside the school gate to greet me today would be Catherine.

She swore that she could feel her penetrating gaze from fifty meters away, and her eyes were lingering on her hand holding the flowers.

It seemed that as soon as she approached, Catherine would use her stern eyes to scold her for violating school rules.

Zhang Wei bravely stepped forward and greeted the other students like he did with the others:

"Good morning, Katherine!"

There was no sound coming from above her head. Zhang Wei raised her head and saw that Catherine's eyes were still on the flowers in her hand. She had a bad expression on her face and her mouth was slightly open.

Oh no! She didn't want to be scolded at the school gate.

At this moment, her hands were faster than her brain, and she raised her hands quickly. The soft petals even touched Catherine's chin.

Zhang Wei's pupils slightly widened, and he immediately said, "Thank you for your hard work. Here are some roses for you!"

Catherine's eyes seemed to be frightened. She took the pink rose a little stiffly and uttered two words with difficulty in her throat: "Thank you."

Zhang Wei also felt too embarrassed and ran back to the classroom like a flash.

She had no idea that just as she ran away, Catherine sneezed loudly.

Zhang Wei kept thinking: I wonder what she'll think? Will she think I've compromised with her and am trying to please her? Then she felt a little stingy. Although Catherine was a little cold towards her, she hadn't done anything outrageous.

Catherine wore a mask during class, and Zhang Wei couldn't see her expression. She always felt that she was looking at her from time to time, but she didn't know if it was her illusion.