In early autumn, the sky is high and crisp, and the sky is always too blue.

Xu Zhangxi smoked a cigarette quietly by the flower bed downstairs in the inpatient department.

The hospital is a good place to observe the situation in the world, and when you enter the hospital, everyone is a patient, and everyone is a family member of a patient.

A woman next to him was also smoking, and Xu Zhangxi heard her say to someone on the phone: "When a person is healthy, he wants everything and is not satisfied with anything, if he is content, how can he become like this?"

"Once you get sick and fall down, how many things are not your own......"

"The doctor said that we should not be treated, and we were uncomfortable when he was uncomfortable......

The woman choked up as she spoke, and Xu Zhangxi did not step forward to comfort her.

He crossed the street to a flower shop across the street from the hospital.

The name of the flower shop is Phlower, and he played a homophonic stalk, and Xu Zhangxi remembered the shop at once.

The flower shop is quite big, there are all kinds of flowers in it, and after entering the door, a clerk asked him if he wanted to visit the patient, like carnations or want to send flower baskets.

"Yes...... It's for the patient, is there a bellflower today?"

"Yes, we have bellflower and bellflower today, you can come and choose, there are many colors, depending on what you want to buy. ”

Warm welcome from the staff.

Xu Zhangxi was led through a sea of flowers, and he only thought about bellflowers, completely ignoring roses, lilies, freesias, xiaxia, and hyacinths.

"Sir, take the liberty of asking, who are you going to send?" asked the clerk as he walked.

The flower shop is opposite the hospital, next door is the school, and the best flowers in the shop are carnations, roses and lilies, and sunflowers are also sold well during the graduation season, and there are not many people who indicate that they want bellflowers.

Xu Zhangxi didn't answer, he seemed to have answered this question too many times.

He said to himself, "Are you bothered by asking me like this every day?"

He wanted to tell those who asked this question: Yin Yin is no one, Yin Yin is Yin Yin.

She was Yin Yin, whom he had known since childhood, and he and her mother were good friends like sisters, and she ate half of her dinner at his house and slept in his small room in the attic of his house for half of the year.

Xu Zhangxi remembered that day two years ago, she was lying on the small bed in his study to read, and the weather that day was the same as today, it was also cloudless.

He lay down on her soft little belly and slept lightly, Yin Yin thought he was asleep, and reached out to touch his sideburns and ears.

Yin Yin knew that he often studied until the middle of the night, and was worried that he would get sick and die suddenly. He really wants to say to Yin Yin now, look, I'm still alive and well, I won't die so easily, but you, why are you lying in the hospital?

Xu Zhangxi never thought that one day he would need to explain their relationship when he met someone.

The clerk also said: "The flower language of the bellflower is sincere and unchanging love, which represents sincerity, suppleness and longing, and it can be given to friends and people you like." ”

Xu Zhangxi was silent, he said in his heart, no, I just gave it to a child who escaped death, she mentioned it to me before, I didn't take it seriously, I suddenly wanted to send it today, so I came to take a look.

The clerk continued, "Legend has it that when the bellflower blooms, happiness will come again, your friend must be a blessed person, you pick it first, and I'll help you wrap it up later." ”

Xu Zhangxi heard all the clerk's introduction, but he didn't listen to it at all, isn't the flower language just a casual talk, this flower is this meaning, that flower is another meaning, what is the meaning is not for you to arrange.

He pointed to a row of similar bellflowers and asked, "These are these?"

"That's right, it's all bellflowers, this is Chinese bellflowers, and there's bellflowers, which color do you like?"

Xu Zhangxi thought about it, what color Yin Yin would like, he remembered that she used to wear white clothes, pointed to one of them and said, "I want this to be a little white and a little green." ”

The clerk couldn't hold back, smiled and said, "Okay, how many do you want?"

"How many? ten?"

"Yes. ”

Xu Zhangxi doesn't understand this, he has given a lot of gifts, cameras, watches, mobile phones, women's clothes and jewelry, he was narcissistic and not afraid of death back then, and even gave himself a brush to write, growing so big, this is the first time to send flowers.

Thinking about it, Xu Zhangxi thinks it's quite amazing.

Feeling a little excited, but also a little weird, strange, and his heart seemed to refuse to think further, which he put down to "primary syndrome".