This small sapling is transplanted from the execution ground, poplar is a large deciduous tree of the poplar genus, it is a widely distributed and adaptable tree species, it grows rapidly, tall and straight, and can grow into a big tree that shades and shades in more than ten years, many fast-growing forests choose poplars, but this tree is not planted artificially, but a wild tree that grows in the wild.

When Liu Kunlun was lying on the execution bed, he actually wanted to shout that Lao Tzu would be a good man again eighteen years later, but the atmosphere at that time was not high-pitched and strong enough, there was no firing squad and executioner, and there was no crowd of onlookers, only a cold white coat and needles, so he lost the interest in shouting and died silently.

When the button was pressed, the automatic execution system began to work, and the injection was injected into Liu Kunlun's veins through a slender plastic catheter, there was really no pain, only a feeling of sleepiness, he knew that he was dying, and he had no strength to struggle, so he fell asleep like this.

When he woke up again, he was already a tree, no longer had human consciousness, he could feel his roots deeply rooted in the soil, absorbing water and nutrients from the soil, he could feel that his body was the trunk and branches, he could feel the leaves in photosynthesis, when the wind rose, the branches and leaves swayed with the wind, when it was calm, he could watch the sunrise and sunset, his mood was like stopping water, and he was as tranquil as a tree.

One day, a group of people came here, used an excavator to lift the trees from the spot, and packed them with hemp rope with the soil wrapped in the roots, cut off the excess branches, and put them on the truck to pull them away, and the little aspen was among them, and he saw a familiar figure in the crowd, but he couldn't remember what story this person had with himself.

The trees were transported to a city hundreds of miles away, and stacked in the warehouse of the horticultural company, and the woman was in a hurry, for fear that the trees that had left the soil would die, and she urged them again and again, and the workers finally got to work, and the little aspen was picked out of them and transported to an open space in front of a vegetable market, where people came and went, and there was a lot of traffic, and another familiar woman came over and chose this one from the pile of trees at a glance.

"I want this little sapling. The young woman said, and then led two workers to carry the little poplar back, dug a pit in the green belt in front of her noodle shop, transplanted the tree in, and watered the soil, and the little poplar had a new home.

It's much more lively than the old home, thousands of people pass by every day, the street is flanked by grain and oil stores, small supermarkets and snack bars and fruit stands, and the front intersection turns into a large farmers' market, people always go in empty-handed, carrying vegetables and fish out, sometimes stop at the noodle restaurant for a while, eat a bowl of rice noodles or noodles.

When he first arrived, the little poplar was not adapted, he felt weak, as if he was sick, and the leaves began to wither, the woman was so anxious that she found the potion from nowhere, and gave the little poplar a drip with the instrument used to inject human injections, and the medicine was eliminated, and the little poplar quickly regained her vitality.

The neighbors of Kunlun noodle restaurant are all small restaurants, there are special morning business to make fried buns, there is a tavern that opened at noon, it is open until late at night, the main business of Kunlun noodle restaurant belongs to the fast food category, the business is the best at noon and evening, and there are basically no guests after half past seven in the evening, but the hostess is still guarding the store, as if she is waiting for someone, but this person has not come.

There is a row of trees planted in the green belt, all of which are newly transplanted, and these shopkeepers do not cherish it, they always like to pour the water for washing pots and dishes into the green belt, and it is also called to increase nutrition, but the hostess of the noodle shop never does this, she always pours the cleanest water and cleans the garbage refreshingly.

Others called her spring leek, cut spring leeks in the night rain, yellow sorghum in the new cooking room, and a poem suddenly appeared in the little poplar's heart.

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Time passed day by day, the belly of the spring leek became bigger, she turned a deaf ear to the gossip of the old ladies in the nearby shops, and was still busy day after day, listening to the sound of chopping vegetables from the Kunlun noodle restaurant, and the swaying and rustling of the leaves of the small poplars, as if playing a song of life in an ensemble.

As a tree, time always flies very fast, in the blink of an eye spring to autumn, in the early autumn of a rainy night, the big belly of the spring leek is about to close the door to end the day's business, she packed up her things, sealed the stove, difficult to pull down the shutter door, locked, but when going down the steps accidentally slipped and fell, was falling in front of the green belt, painful and unable to get up, raised her face is full of blood.

The little aspen stood solemnly in the rain, and he wanted to bend down to support the spring leek, but he couldn't, he was just a tree.

Fortunately, Zhang Xuefeng was opposite, he always waited for the spring leek to end the business before closing the stall, and after finding that the spring leek fell, he immediately rushed over, helped the spring leek up, and found that the blood was flowing down the trouser leg, Xiao Zhang shouted loudly, called the nearby merchants who were not closed, and carried the spring leek into his Wuling Light van and drove to the hospital in the rain.

In the rain and fog, the tail lights of the van faded away, and the branches of the small poplars hung low in the rain.

When the little poplar saw the spring leek again, it was already a month later, the spring leek came out of the confinement and came to the noodle restaurant with two babies, while watching the children while operating, the two children were dragon and phoenix twins, a boy and a woman, all of them were healthy, and the surname of the spring leek was Miao.

Time flies, time flies, the two children gradually learned to climb, learn to sit, learn to walk, the noodle shop is their home, in the spring, they lie in the cradle to listen to their mother's story, in the summer, they sit in the basin and take a bath, in the autumn, the child wears the sweater woven by the mother, in the winter, the snowflakes flutter days, the child under the leadership of the mother, to the trunk of the little poplar to wrap warm hemp rope.

Six years later, the poplar tree has been slim, the two children have also reached the age of going to school, the fruit stall opposite Zhang Xuefeng is getting bigger and bigger, the light of Wuling has been replaced by a Foton truck, the stall has become a storefront, and the signboard of "Hongsheng Fruit" is hung on the door, it is said that six or seven branches have been opened in the city, and the only thing that has not changed is that Zhang Xuefeng is still unmarried.

Chun Leek didn't marry either, and Xiao Baiyang saw Zhang Xuefeng coming to sit in the noodle shop when the door was about to close in the evening and whispering something, but Chun Leek always smiled and shook his head.

There are a lot of problems in front of Chun Leek, the most burning eyebrows is that the child can't go to school without a hukou, her own household registration is still in Huluya Township, not transferred to Omi, the two children have no father, the hukou has not been to school, kindergarten has not been studied, but the nine-year compulsory education is mandatory, and Chun Yu does not want the child to be illiterate and blind.

But Chun Leek didn't know anyone, she carried cigarettes, wine, sugar and tea to the neighborhood committee, to the police station, to the street office, to the local primary school, although the two children are well-behaved and obedient, pinyin Chinese characters will be, but the household registration and school registration just can't be done, Xiao Baiyang doesn't know the faces and frustrations that Chun Leek faces, he only knows that every time Chun Leek comes back, he is not happy, he will talk to himself.

Chun Leek has regarded this tree as the embodiment of Liu Kunlun in her heart, six years ago, one-third of the trees transplanted and cultivated by Liu Yimeng did not survive, only this tree is growing gratifyingly, she feels that Brother Kunlun is in the tree, looking at her every day, she will say to the tree at night if she has anything on her mind, anyway, no one else hears.

"Brother Kunlun, our children can't go to school, they say that they can only go to primary school for the children of migrant workers, and it's a school anyway, I don't have the ability, I'm sorry for you......" Chun Yu said, shedding tears, she touched the trunk of the tree, her hands were wet, maybe the weather was too humid.

The two children are still black households, but finally have school, the school is far away, Chun Yu bought an electric car, sent the children to school in the morning, the school took care of a meal at noon, and then went to pick it up at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and then the two children did their homework in the store.

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In Beijing, Su Qing and Wang Haikun's children did not go to a private aristocratic primary school, but chose the down-to-earth Beijing Second Experimental Primary School, which is the best primary school in Xicheng District and even in Beijing.

Su Qing's child is a healthy and beautiful boy, his father Wang Haikun is very strict with this child, it can be said that he is not spoiled, and even has little time to accompany the child, fortunately, his mother is by his side, this year is in the first grade of primary school, his half-sister Su Yan is in the sixth grade, Su Qing and the two take care of it together, and the family has also changed from the villa in Chaoyang Park to the large flat floor of the mansion with a swimming pool in the second ring of the west of the city.

In the eyes of others, Mrs. Kuo lives in fine clothes and food, the parties may not be happy, Su Qing is a typical example, she married a celebrity and rich man, with endless money, and her husband is not a bald old man, it is still the first love, but that is all in the past, since Su Qing was pregnant with this child, Wang Haikun has never had sex with her, if she is not taken care of in life, she is like a concubine who has entered the cold palace.

The son is not worry-free, he shows the potential of a gentleman at a young age, which is inseparable from Su Qing's doting, in her eyes, the weight of the eldest daughter Su Yan is less than one-tenth of her son's, of course, this is also related to Su Yan's biological father's identity, that man has evil retribution, and he has already been imprisoned.

Wang Haikun is not thin on Su Qing, in addition to 100,000 yuan per month, every holiday gift will not be less, others buy a YSL lipstick to send it to the circle of friends to show off, Su Qing received her husband's lipstick gifts are all full color numbers, and she has four or five Hermes platinum bags that others can only buy in line for three years, and shopping basically does not go to the mall, and the new merchants will take the initiative to call to make an appointment, and then several sales managers take the goods to Mrs. Wang's house to let her choose and try on, she is the core customer of all luxury brands

Su Qing is content, she has no ambition, she doesn't want to tie up a man's heart, how can such a man be tethered, he is so young, so rich, and his energy and ambition are so big, this man belongs to the world, not to himself, but Su Qing, who is in her early thirties, also has physiological needs, she can't sleep alone, longing for someone to comfort her, but she will never dare to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

Life is like this, what do you want to do?

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