"No matter where we go to college in the future, we can get together every year during the Chinese New Year, right?"
The man choked up and said, "Okay."
Xu Qingzhi didn't respond for a long time.
The girl's voice became softer and she called out, "Qingzhi, are you asleep?"
"No." Xu Qingzhi knew in her heart that it was impossible for her. After she went home for the holidays, she basically never went out, let alone gatherings during the Chinese New Year.
What's more, after going to school separately, the people around each person have changed. It's like no matter how good friends you are in junior high school, it will be difficult to meet again if you are not in the same high school.
But somehow, perhaps because she didn't want to break other people's good hopes, she responded, "I think your idea is good."
The two girls both cried, sobbing in the dark, talking about the embarrassing things that happened to each other during their three years of high school.
As Xu Qingzhi listened, he also started to cry.
It turns out that the sadness of parting can be contagious.
The wind rustled the leaves and woke Xu Qingzhi up.
She opened her eyes and heard the sound of vehicles approaching from afar.
The blue sky is so bright that my eyes, just awake, are blinded by the bright light.
For a moment I was in a trance and couldn't tell where I was.
In the dream, I was lying on the wooden bed in the dormitory, quietly listening to the sadness of my roommates chatting, which was still clear and lingering.
It took me a few seconds to come to my senses. It had been a long, long time since that moment.
A small white car stopped at the gate of the courtyard.
The car door opened.
Xu Zijun got off the car first, carrying a large schoolbag on his back.
Wang Yanmei came down from the other side and saw her daughter. She started to complain, "Your brother is really something. He finished the college entrance examination, but he still couldn't bear to throw away those books and wanted to bring them all back. Fortunately, his roommates helped, otherwise your dad and I would have a hard time moving them."
Xu Qingzhi stood up to help move the things and replied, "If he wants to keep it, then he can keep it."
Xu Zijun took the box out of the trunk and prepared to go into the house. He defended himself: "I am worried that these books will be useful when I go to college. If I forget some knowledge points, I can still find the books and read them."
Xu Qingzhi wanted to say no, college was really different from high school. Even if she wanted to look up some knowledge points, she could find them by searching on the Internet, especially agriculture, which her brother wanted to choose.
But she ended up saying nothing.
Xu Zijun moved in by herself, carrying a large suitcase and a schoolbag.
Xu Fuqiang moved the books, Wang Yanmei carried a quilt tied with a rope, and Xu Qingzhi got the lightest rolled-up straw mat.
A brand new straw mat only costs ten yuan.
Her brother really doesn't want to throw things away.
All these things were stuffed into Xu Zijun's room, and he cleaned them up himself.
After putting down his things, Xu Qingzhi didn't leave in a hurry. He leaned against the door and asked him slowly, "What are your plans for the summer vacation?"
Xu Zijun said: "I want to go to Xingcheng to work during the summer vacation, buy myself a new phone, and earn some living expenses for college."
"No travel or anything? I saw online that many students have plans to travel after the college entrance examination."
Xu Zijun: "What's so good about traveling? It costs money."
Xu Qingzhi: “…”
She was a little speechless to her brother, and said, "Okay, take your time to pack your things."
Xu Zijun was busy organizing his books, sorting them out according to Chinese and math from the first to the third year of high school, and would put them in the cabinet later.
Hearing his sister's footsteps getting farther and farther away, he looked outside the door, then looked away, a trace of loneliness in his eyes.
I remember last night, when my classmates were having dinner together, they were happily talking about where to travel after the exams. Some went to Erhai Lake, some went to Sanya, and some went abroad. They said their parents had already arranged it and were waiting for them to take them on a trip after the exams.
There were also a few wealthy roommates who made an appointment to go to Kyoto together.
Lin Kai also asked him if he wanted to go to Kyoto.
In fact, it's just timidity.
He has never traveled far and doesn't even know where to go by high-speed train or plane.
Xu Qingzhi returned to his room and fiddled with the mosquito-eating plant pot beside the bed. After all, it was a seed from the world of immortal cultivation. It could lure mosquitoes to eat it, and it was really a good thing to kill mosquitoes.
There are no annoying mosquitoes buzzing in your ears when you sleep at night.
She cultivated several pots in the spiritual space and placed one in her mom and dad's room, as well as her brother's room.
There was another pot, which was given to Huo Fengyan.
I sent it to him today using a talisman, and I don’t know if he received it.
Xu Qingzhi took out his cell phone and was about to send a message to ask him whether he had arrived home yet for his flight back to Kyoto today.
Before the message was sent out, Huo Fengyan sent her a photo as if he had telepathic connection with her.
The mosquito plant is about the same height as a dwarf tomato. It has a main stem with many thin branches, and small white morning glory-like flowers hang on them.
The mosquito plants in the world of immortal cultivation look completely different from the mosquito plants here.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes using the special smell of nectar to attract mosquitoes, then using the extremely sticky pistil to stick to the mosquitoes, and then slowly closing the stretched petals, you would have been enjoying the delicious food that was delivered to your door.
In fact, it can be considered a beautiful flowering tree.
After all, it looks good and is really enjoyable to watch.
Huo Fengyan: "Gift?"
Xu Qingzhi: "Well, I've grown the mosquito-eating plant seeds you gave me, and I'll give you a pot."
In the next few days, Zhang Qi discovered that when Mr. Huo traveled, he always carried a potted plant in his hand.
The flower was really beautiful and rare. While Mr. Huo was in the bathroom, he took a photo and shared it with his wife.
Her wife liked it very much and asked curiously what the flower was, but she couldn't find it by searching the plant atlas.
Zhang Qi didn't know either, so he asked Mr. Huo, but the aloof Mr. Huo ignored him.
and……
"Mr. Huo, the next schedule is to meet Smith at the golf course in the afternoon, and there will be a charity dinner in the evening."
Huo Fengyan: “Yeah.”
Zhang Qi said cautiously: "Boss Huo, how about I hold this potted plant in your hand for you?"
Huo Fengyan raised his hand: "Not necessary for now."
This potted plant accompanied Huo Fengyan throughout his meeting with Smith and the entire charity dinner.
That is, Mr. Huo can only touch this potted plant when he is busy. He will transform himself into the potted plant holder and stay by Mr. Huo's side all the time.
His hands were numb and his arms were sore that he kept muttering to himself.
What on earth is this rare thing that makes Mr. Huo treasure it so much?
Until, when he went back home at night and checked his Moments, he saw Qingzhi posted a picture of a plant.
The flower is blooming beautifully and it really looks like the potted plant that Mr. Huo is inseparable from.
No, it's exactly the same.
The case is solved.
It's not that this thing is rare, it's the person who gave it to Mr. Huo who is rare.
Zhang Qi thought, flowers will eventually wither.
It will be fine if it becomes a bare potted plant by then.
Later, he realized that he had thought too much. The flowers bloomed like evergreen trees and never faded throughout the summer.
Later, he learned to coexist with this thing, and tacitly knew when to take over the potted plant from Mr. Huo, but that is another story. (End of this chapter)