Chapter 12 Where do the eggplant flowers come from?
Zhou Xiangyang is not a person who is particularly good at expressing his emotions.
But all his emotions seemed to be invested in his son.
I will cry for him, my heart will be moved by his small gesture, and I will be dazed for the whole morning with my head filled with paste because of the little eggplant flower on my chest.
Hey, this is the little purple flower that his son gave him as a reward!
These are things that only outstanding children have in kindergarten, and now in Xingxing’s eyes, he must be an outstanding father as well!
When Zhou Xiangyang thought of this equation, he felt that he had endless energy. He could run around the logistics warehouse for 17 or 18 laps with one hand holding himself, and he wouldn't feel tired.
However, no matter how happy and restless he was inside, he still tried to maintain the calmness of an adult on the surface. Except for the fact that the corners of his mouth kept rising uncontrollably, he still looked very calm and composed.
But then, whenever he met any acquaintance or friend, he would casually take out the small purple six-pointed star flower that he had preserved well, and then even more casually, even pretending to complain with a slightly disgusted tone:
"I don't know where Xingxing heard that they would give red flowers to outstanding children, so she went to pick an eggplant flower and insisted on giving it to me as a reward for being an excellent father. It's really..."
Everyone was inexplicably shown off by him: "???"
Just sayin', could you please stop smiling that cheap smile on your face?
He was grinning like a fool, with his teeth bared.
If someone doesn’t know, they would think you picked up money.
Zhou Xiangyang raised his eyebrows and immediately retorted: "Why should I be happy about picking up money? This flower is more valuable than money."
After a lot of arguments, he finally said, "Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you."
That tone of voice could drive anyone crazy.
All day long, Xingxing followed her father with a smile in her eyes, watching him show off the same thing in different tones. When she was happy, she would pick him up and give him a sudden kiss. Such a tall young man was so happy that his whole body was bubbling with strange and cute bubbles.
Xingxing poked her father, but failed to pop the invisible bubble next to him. Instead, her father grabbed her hand and kissed her.
Star:"……"
Do you humans always express your love so directly and passionately?
Qiuqiu can no longer get angry.
It collapsed on the shoulders of the stars, and life seemed hopeless.
Hate humans.
I hate humans who express love.
But we can't really hate Zhou Xiangyang, because the love he expresses through his clumsy actions is all for the stars.
Humph, so annoying!
Night fell as expected.
After Zhou Xiangyang cleaned up the house, he found a book and a lot of heavy objects. Then he carefully sandwiched the eggplant flowers between the pages of the book and pressed them up layer by layer with the heavy objects.
Xingxing was watching from the side and heard Qiuqiu say that this was a good way to preserve the little purple flower.
"After a few days or half a month, the moisture in the flower will dry up and it will become a dried flower like a flattened specimen."
But is this precious?
The little zombie looked blankly at the thin book that was pressed down by the pile of heavy objects on the balcony, with confusion hidden in his clear eyes.
"Dad." He raised his little face and said softly, "Do you want more purple flowers? I have a lot."
The little purple flower is not precious. If Sunflower Dad likes it, Star can give it to him every day.
Zhou Xiangyang squatted down, gently cupped the child's soft cheek with his rough palm, and said softly: "Xingxing, this little purple flower is different."
no the same?
It is difficult for little zombies to follow the human thought process. They are the same flowers, so why are they different?
Probably guessing his confusion, Zhou Xiangyang rubbed his son's head and said with a smile: "Because this is a reward from the stars to Dad. The other little purple flowers are just ordinary little purple flowers, but this one is Dad's medal."
Even though it was already night, Zhou Xiangyang could still clearly recall the scene in the morning.
In the little boy's tiny white and tender little hand, he held an even smaller eggplant flower and carefully pinned it on his chest pocket with his head tilted.
It seemed like a very ordinary scene, but Zhou Xiangyang remembered every detail clearly, including the child's gently trembling eyelashes and unconsciously pursed lips.
Zhou Xiangyang was very sure that even when he was old and half of his body was buried in the ground, he would never forget this scene.
The young man gently embraced the little cub, lowered his head and touched the child's slightly cold forehead, and sighed: "Xingxing, Daddy always feels that he is very lucky."
In the eyes of others, fate seemed to have never favored him.
But Zhou Xiangyang did not complain about his fate. On the contrary, he really felt that he was lucky enough.
It is because of luck that I was able to grow up as an orphan, and was fortunate enough to learn to read and write, and have a job that can support myself when I grow up.
The luckiest thing is to meet the stars.
The little baby that was hidden in the roadside flower bed was brought home by him.
At that time, he felt that he was like those people on the Internet who picked up stray kittens and puppies, but later he felt that he was not.
He is the dad chosen by the stars.
Otherwise, with so many people passing by that flower bed every day, how come he was the only one who could pick up the stars?
The feeling for the stars is not just responsibility, nor is it just the sunk cost. It is the day-to-day companionship, the little touches of emotion, every hug and every happy and lovely smile.
Zhou Xiangyang knew that he had paid a lot for the stars, and in the eyes of others he was a fool, but that was not the case.
The two of them are not giving one-sidedly, but accompanying each other and relying on each other.
In the past, he had only vaguely sensed this feeling, but it was mostly felt in his busy and tiring life.
But in the past two days, he suddenly and clearly received emotional feedback from Xingxing, and gained positive, abundant and warm emotional value.
Life is still busy and tiring, but Zhou Xiangyang not only does not feel it is bitter, but he feels that he is getting more and more motivated every day.
He had never felt love so clearly.
Xingxing heard a lot of the complicated thoughts of Sunflower Dad, as well as the sobs and determination he secretly hid in his heart.
The more you listen, the more doubts there are in the stars' eyes.
Perhaps he vaguely understood why Sunflower's father was moved.
But knowing is one thing, and truly understanding is another.
So he just tilted his head and rubbed his father's palm, snuggled into his arms, and pretended that he was a human pillow that could calm him down.
After taking a shower and going to bed, Zhou Xiangyang, who had been overwhelmed by emotions all day, finally regained some of his rationality in the dark night.
The first thought that flashed through my mind: Who is Qiuqiu?
The second thought: The stars have always been following me, where did the eggplant flowers come from?
... Zhou Xiangyang turned sideways and looked at the child who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. After pondering for a moment, his intuition told him not to delve into it any further.
So he used more of his time, which would have been used for daydreaming, to study.
Xingxing was once awakened by the occasional sound of a car outside the window. She opened her eyes drowsily and saw the back of Sunflower's father, who was lying at a small table and studying hard.
The room was still very dark, but Xingxing didn't have to worry about the danger of Sunflower's father dying suddenly or going blind from staying up late, because Xingxing urged her father to drink most of the bottle of spiritual spring water during the day.
The aftermath was that when they came back, Dad thought the mineral water tasted very good, so he bought a bottle for Xingxing to drink.
Star:"……"
Every night while my dad was sleeping, I would sneak out to change the water, just like a little mouse in this world, sneaky.
The child's thoughts continued to spread, and he soon yawned again. He slowly crawled to the bed, and without disturbing his father, he just lay down in the position closest to his father, hugging the pillow and continued to sleep.
In just one day, after Zhou Xiangyang showed off, everyone who knew him near the warehouse recognized Xingxing.
And because he is very well behaved, he doesn't cry or make a fuss, he calls uncle and aunt in a soft voice, and he also looks up with a cute smile. Even if someone reaches out to rub him, he will just stand there and let them rub him. After being rubbed, he will hold his face with his little hands and rub it...
In short, it only took one day for Xingxing to successfully conquer every human being, including the security guard uncle, by showing off himself and his father.
When he accompanied his father to the warehouse the next day, there would always be someone who would pretend to stroll over casually, and then with a smile put a handful of candy, biscuits and other snacks into the child's hands and pockets.
Someone even stuffed a huge pomegranate into the star's mouth.
It was bigger than a small ball, heavy and round. Holding it in her arms, Xingxing was inexplicably reminded of the sweet pear she had eaten a long time ago.
On the way home at noon, the child was holding the big pomegranate in his arms. His father said that he would take out the pomegranate seeds and put them in a small bowl for him after returning home, so that he could put a big bite in his mouth and chew it...
"Brother!!" A joyful voice interrupted Xingxing's expectations.
Xingxing frowned her little face, lowered her head and didn't look over there.
Pretend not to hear, pretend it wasn't you who was called.
"Brother Xingxing!!" Cheng Qian'an's voice was getting closer and closer.
Zhou Xiangyang stopped, and Xingxing stopped too. With a stern face, he looked at Cheng Qian'an, who only cared about eating and not being beaten, and ran towards him with a smile on his face.
And behind him, there were three people following.
The driver Xiao Liu, the Cheng family's housekeeper, and... the grandmother who appeared in little Zhou Chenxing's wish.
Xingxing's gaze briefly passed by Cheng Qi'an and looked at the grandmother who was smiling gently and lovingly.
In fact, she is not old, her hair is not gray, and her skin is well maintained. She is not at all like the old woman in the story who suffers from depression and dies early.
"An An, don't run so fast." The old man's gaze first stopped on Cheng Qian'an, and after giving him a loving admonition, he raised his eyes to look at the child who had sent his grandson home.
It was also at this glance that she stopped walking forward, and from a distance, she looked at the child standing there holding the pomegranate in disbelief.
"...Xiaoling?" She blurted out her son's nickname.
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