Hu Xu went to find Song Qiao, but Song Qiao had gone out to deliver flowers and had not returned yet.
He stood in front of the door for a while, then thought of the white rib osmanthus tree and went back home to look for it.
I remember putting it in the study.
He came to the study and saw the lonely pot of soil on the lonely flower table by the window, with shriveled roots buried in the soil.
Thinking of how gorgeous it was when it was in full bloom, and then thinking of how it withered away due to its own neglect, Hu Xu felt a little stuffy in his chest.
This flower is like the eucalyptus, blooming and withering silently.
He carefully took the flowerpot down and moved it outside to bask in the sun. But as soon as he walked out of the door, he was bumped into by someone and the flowerpot fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.
"My flower!" Hu Xu rushed over.
"Ouch!" Sister Hu was also startled. "What flowers? Where are the flowers?"
He stopped and looked, and saw Hu Xu digging out a black object from the soil. He leaned over to take a closer look and said, "This is so black and rotten, it looks like a rotten taro. Can it be a flower?"
Hu Xu felt even more upset. He picked up the rotten taro and went to find a new pot to plant it.
"You're crazy! This is ruined. Can it survive?" The elder sister of the Hu family thought her brother had become stupid from studying. After thinking for a while, she suggested, "Why don't you ask Ah Qiao for advice? She grows flowers. Let her see if it can survive."
Hu Xu paused, thinking that his elder sister was right, and went to Song Qiao's house with the rotten taro in his hands to wait for someone.
It was not until the alley was filled with sunset glow that Song Qiao appeared at the entrance of the alley carrying a basket on his back.
Hu Xu hurried over and said, "Ah Qiao, you're back."
Song Qiao was a little surprised to see him, "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you." Hu Xu saw that she looked tired and that there were still some flowers in her basket, so he reached out to take it. "Give me the basket."
"No need." Song Qiao said, "The backpack is light, and we'll be home soon."
Then I saw that he was holding something in his hand, which was covered with mud, so I asked, "What is this?"
Hu Xu stopped and looked at the bulb in his hand. He held it in front of Song Qiao with one breath, "White Burley Fragrant Mountain."
Song Qiao was stunned.
Hu Xu blamed himself, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of it, and let it wither." He looked at Song Qiao's face anxiously, "I want you to take a look, is there any hope of saving it?"
He knows?
Song Qiao's heart was filled with mixed emotions, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment. After a long while, he squeezed out a voice and asked, "Why do you want to save it? Don't you... not care?"
The words "I don't care" pierced Hu Xu's heart, making him feel pain and regret. He blamed himself for not understanding her feelings earlier and doing something sad.
He stared into Song Qiao's eyes and said slowly and seriously, "I care. I want her to bloom again."
Song Qiao's eyes were filled with shimmering light, "What if she can't be saved and can't be opened?"
The dark bulb trembled, then quickly stabilized. Hu Xu took a deep breath and made a wish, "With sincerity, even metal and stone can be broken. I can wait until the day she wants to bloom again."
Waiting had been Song Qiao's constant for the past twenty years, but it always ended in vain. Her heart, worn down by the dull years, had become like the bulb in Hu Xu's hand, shrunken and dull, waiting for the day when it would silently turn into dry wood and fly away into ashes.
But now, someone holds it in front of him with great care, saying that he is willing to wait for it to bloom again.
At this moment, Song Qiao's dry heart seemed to be injected with a stream of spiritual spring water and began to come back to life.
She blinked away the tears, took the bulb from Hu Xu's hand, looked at it, and then tore it open.
Hu Xu was startled and was about to stop him, but he saw Song Qiao had already peeled out a small white and green bulb from the 'rotten taro'.
After Song Qiao examined the small bulb carefully, he handed it back to Hu Xu and said, "Look, it's sprouted."
Hu Xu took it and was shocked to find that a white bud the size of half a fingernail had emerged from the small ball!
It really sprouted!
He held it carefully, then looked at Song Qiao earnestly.
Song Qiao's cheeks were dyed red by the setting sun, and then he said softly: "Plant it, it will bloom again."
"Okay... okay." Hu Xu was so happy that he was a little overwhelmed. He wanted to find a flowerpot to plant the flowers, but he was reluctant to move his feet. Finally, he looked at Song Qiao expectantly and said, "Why don't we plant them together?"
When Song Qiao saw how nervous and embarrassed he was holding the ball, he smiled at first, but then for some reason, tears fell from his eyes.
Hu Xu panicked even more when he saw this, and finally he leaned in and whispered, "Don't cry, it's all my fault. I will take good care of it from now on and never let it wither."
Song Qiao turned sideways to wipe away her tears, and pretended to open the door to hide her discomfort.
Hu Xu immediately followed and stood outside the door looking at her.
Song Qiao turned around, held the door, and asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to plant it together?"
Hu Xu smiled and then stepped in.
The Hu family's elder sister listened for a long while inside her own doorway, then rubbed her arms. "Are you talking about planting flowers? Why does it give me goosebumps?"
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Wei Yinuo came out of his father Wei Yuankui's room with a fierce look on his face.
When he reached the gate of the courtyard, he happened to meet Madam Wei who was supported by her maids. When Madam Wei saw him, her red and swollen eyes became bloodshot.
"Bastard!" Mrs. Wei's voice was hoarse from crying and cursing. When she saw Wei Yinuo, she wanted to pounce on him, gnaw on his flesh and blood, and peel off every inch of his skin.
Seeing her like this, Wei Yinuo felt extremely happy. "No matter how lowly I am, I am still your son now. You can scold me, but why do you have to scold yourself?"
"You're not my son, you're not my son! You're a bastard born of a lowly maid!" Madam Wei panted, sprawled over the maid, her hand trembling as she pointed at him. "If it weren't for you, my son wouldn't have died. It was you who betrayed the Wei family and killed them all!"
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