She continued walking, walking aimlessly, and various pedestrians passed by her. As they shuttled, passed each other, and looked back, maybe the next fate would come unexpectedly. Suddenly, she
Stopping and looking into the transparent glass door, there are pots of small deep purple flowers, bright and colorful. Such colors are gentle and peaceful.
That's cornflower
In Dali's paintings, it is the deep orchids in the crystal vase
In Andersen's fairy tales, those are the eyes of the most beautiful mermaid princess
The flower language of cornflowers is delicacy and elegance, which also represents happiness. She opened the door and walked in. When she came out, she was holding a pot of deep purple cornflowers in her hands.
Different from the fragrance of jasmine, its fragrance is stronger and the color is brighter. Her eyes looked at the flowerpot in her hand, and a faint purple stream of light reflected in her eyes, which seemed to be able to sweep away a white cloud.
The color of the veins is as transparent as water
Approaching the hospital, she came for follow-up examinations alone now. She was used to being alone. It wasn't that she didn't want others to accompany her, but she just didn't want others to worry too much. She walked into the infirmary and put the pot of cornflowers on the table.
The doctor saw it and smiled, "Shaye also likes this kind of flower, it's very beautiful."
"Yes, I like it very much." She nodded, her eyes narrowed, and when she opened them again, they were still a light purple.
The doctor took the stethoscope and examined her. Half an hour later, the doctor took off the stethoscope, took out her medical records, took out a pen from his pocket, and carefully took notes.
"Shaye, you're doing well, you're recovering well," Medical Skills put down the medical records in his hands and said to her, with a faint smile in his eyes, but there was still a trace of worry.
She saw it and moved her fingers lightly. Is her illness probably not that easy to cure? And they seemed to be hiding something from her?
Doctor, and brother...
The flow on her forehead slightly blocked her sight, and the look in her eyes that spoke secretly at that moment
But soon, she opened her eyes, and her smart eyes blew away the traces of the past like a breeze, as misty as smoke.
"Thank you, I understand." She thanked her and smiled elegantly, not letting him see that her mind was distracted and her gaze just fell on the pot of cornflowers.
Picking up the pot of flowers, her eyes were a little moist. Then slowly, the corners of her lips raised slightly, believing that everything would be fine. She cheered herself up and gave herself courage.
Looking directly at her, she slowly stopped and looked at the person walking opposite. He was also holding the same flowers as hers...
Cornflower
Same color, same variety, even the flower pots are exactly the same
She raised her head, he lowered his head
Eyes looking at each other
She seemed to see a woman with ancient makeup walking out of the fog, smiling all over the city, and then looking at Qingguo again.
However, when she looked carefully, she found that it was not her, but him