As he spoke, he looked at Mu Shao's face. Under the sunlight, that delicate face was still dim and silent.
There was neither joy nor sadness. The only thing that remained unchanged was the slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
The gardener wanted to say that Mu Shao should actually be happy, otherwise why would he be smiling?
But he might also be unhappy, because there was no joy in those blue eyes.
A big man is a big man. His emotions and anger are invisible and unpredictable.
Four years ago, I paid him a lot of money to hire him to take care of this dead flower seedling. The gardener spent a lot of effort to make the wisteria grow, but it was strange. The wisteria should have bloomed in spring, but once
It has never bloomed in the spring. Even if the gardener works hard to fertilize and water it, it has never bloomed in the spring.
But the strange thing is that every year in midsummer, even if the gardener does not do any care, it will bloom, but it will bloom for only one day and then all will fail, without any nostalgia.
It has been four years now, and the wisteria has grown very luxuriantly, almost filling the entire greenhouse. Mu Shao is there every day, as if he is waiting for the flowers to bloom, but every time the flowers bloom, he never comes.
look.
The gardener didn't understand why he looked forward to it but never appreciated it.
So, one time he couldn't help but ask Mu Shao why he was like this.
The man blinked his narrow eyes, and his dark blue eyes showed a hint of sadness: "Some things can't be obtained just by liking them. Love is very important, but it also depends on whether you are qualified to have it. When looking at flowers, it also depends on the right time, place and people.
, Looking forward to the flower blooming does not mean that you must watch it bloom. Perhaps, when it blooms, you will not have time to appreciate it. "
The gardener didn't understand what Mr. Mu meant by these words. He thought there might be some reason for this powerful man to show such a sad expression.
This is the fourth year, and the flowers have bloomed, resolutely.
It bloomed extremely brilliantly, as if all its strength had been exhausted just to bloom at this moment.
Because the flowers bloomed so brilliantly that even Mu Shiqin was caught off guard, because it was indescribably beautiful.
Looking at the absent-minded Mr. Mu, the gardener sighed, Mr. Mu is like this again, always staring at the wisteria flowers.
There is no expression, but it makes people feel deep pain.
Sighing, the gardener wanted to leave, but Mu Shiqin suddenly spoke: "What is the flower language of wisteria?"
"What?" The gardener was stunned and turned his head.
"What is the flower language of wisteria?" Mu Shao did not look back, still looking deeply at the wisteria flowers.
"Persistence for you, in the happiest moment!"
The man smiled, a bitter and pale smile, and waved his hand to let the gardener leave: "So that's it."
In the flower house, the sun is shining, the flowers are full of fragrance, and the flowers are blooming gorgeously, but people are indeed lonely.
Because watching the flowers bloom was originally an agreement between two people, but now he was the only one looking at the flowers.
Time slipped away quietly. Mu Shiqin had finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, and the ashes fell on his well-joined hands, like dust.
Throwing away the cigarette, I found that the cigarette was the only garbage in the house, so I picked it up and put it in the trash can next to it.
There were footsteps behind him, and Mu Shiqin didn't look back, smiling desolately.
A soft body hugged him, and his arms wrapped around his waist and hugged Mu Shiqin fiercely.
"I knew you were here." The woman's tone was very sure.