Fluttering paper money surrounded her, as if she were the one who died. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Living Dead.

The word suddenly came to mind.

She burst out laughing, then cried again.

Gradually, it was impossible to tell whether it was crying or laughing, only a strange sound gurgling from the throat.

Hurry up and get the money, my love, I can't give you love, you must live there as beautiful and arrogant as in this life, just - don't fall in love with someone who is not worthy of love.

What else could she do for him?

What does he like?

By the way, he likes to listen to the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

But the piano he gave her was smashed, and he certainly didn't like her to play it for him with Lin Yuan's.

It doesn't matter, she can sing it to him.

"There are beauties, they will never forget when they see them, they will not see them for a day, and they will think like crazy. Feng Fei soars, seeks the phoenix from all over the world, helpless beauty, not on the east wall, will be the piano on behalf of the language, talk about the heartfelt ......"

The song was clear but low, as if she was crying, a good courtship song, which she sang like a funeral song, whimpering and fragmented.

She didn't know anything, she just sang, just sang, sang over and over again, her movements were mechanical, throwing paper money as she went, it was very much like a ghost.

Finally walked to Jiang Yanxuan.

The door was open.

She paused and stepped in.

Unlike other places, this place is not lifeless like other places, and the warm sun shines with the sound of chirping birds.

She kept going inside, one step at a time. turned the entire Jiang Yanxuan around, and did not find the reason for the birds singing.

Twitter, Twitter......

It's too noisy.

He doesn't like to be noisy.

She remembered that he had told her angrily. He hates the sound of chattering and the laughter.

Isn't the song of these birds like chirping and laughing?

It's so noisy!

She picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the birds.

The birds fluttered up from the eaves, flew in one direction, and then fluttered to land in one place.

Then suddenly there was a faint human voice in the air, as if to scold, and then the poor birds were driven out again.

Vocals?

Vocals?

She was stunned, threw down the paper money in her hand and ran over there.

The yard was closed, and she suddenly realized that it was a place she might not have been.

Calculate carefully. The days she lived in Jiang Yanxuan were not more than a month, and most of them were lying in bed, she was not even familiar with this place.

She circled around the yard. Finally found a hidden door.

She walked over step by step, and some of the memories in her mind gradually came back to life.

On his birthday that year, she gave him a painting, and he happily took her to see something. It was a courtyard full of begonia flower seedlings. At that time, it was just beginning to emerge.

Later, she always thought that those flowers were long gone, so she didn't think of that place, could it be here?

And who is the person who made the voice inside?

Will...... Will...... The words of the coachman resounded in my head, "The ghost in red clothes and white hair, sometimes comes out and ......sometimes goes in."

Little by little, she approached the door, for fear of alarming the most likely ghost inside.

She was so sick that she forgot that it was daytime and believed those nonsense.

She pushed the door gently.

A large patch of green appears in front of your eyes. She didn't have time to care what it was, her eyes searched the vast garden for the soul that might make a sound.

Then she saw a man staring at her dumbfounded.

Disappointed!

Oh no!

Can't be disappointed yet!

She stumbled up. Until it was determined that it was just an old man in his fifties, holding a flower scoop and carrying a bucket standing next to a plant, and was looking at her in great surprise at this time, she was stunned for a moment, and walked a few steps closer without giving up, and couldn't get closer.

"Were you catching the birds just now?" she asked, her tone almost prayerfully reverent and cautious.

The old man finally came back to his senses, he looked the woman in front of him up and down, and then poured the contents of the bucket on the roots of the tree one by one.

"Yes," he replied unhurriedly, his voice old and hollow, "these birds always come to eat the fruit secretly, and it doesn't look good when the fruit is pecked, hey......"

This answer caused the woman to fall to the ground like a deflated ball.

The old man looked at the woman again and said, "The girl is here to find someone, right? Hey, it's sad to say, in the past two years, the girl is the first person to visit!"

She doesn't speak.

The old man didn't care, and talked freely to himself while watering the flowers, as if he was talking to her, and as if he was talking to himself.

"Hey, I can't find it! I can't find any of them! I'm dead, I'm old, I'm gone, there's no one here, I can't find it!"

The old man shook his head and sighed as he spoke.

"There's nothing! Only these begonias! Hey, what a pity, what a good person, how can he die at such a young age!"

The old man carried a bucket to water the flowers as he spoke, watered it to the end of one dragon, and then poured it back from the next.

She finally recovered from her disappointment and followed the figure of the old man to watch the begonias in the courtyard.

Six years ago, it was still full of mound renovation and sowing soil, six years later, the begonias have grown to human height, the begonias and Xifu begonias are full of fruits, you can imagine the summer time, the flowers bloom everywhere here, what a wonderful scene! There are also dwarf potted begonias, one long, one long, blooming brilliantly.

So beautiful.

She slowly rose from the ground and walked among the trees, obsessively looking at the flowers and fruits.

Finally, something was left, and finally there were still some traces......

She hugged a stout begonia and cried silently.

The old man glanced at her and said, "The girl didn't come at the right time, so it's better if she comes in summer." This summer is the first flowering period for these begonias, and the yard is full of flowers, so it's beautiful!"

She didn't answer. The old man didn't mind, and said: "It's a pity that there are no people who enjoy the flowers, and I am the only old man, who raises flowers and looks at them by myself." Hey, how expensive and troublesome it was to transport flowers from the south, and it would take five years for the flowers to bloom, who knew that the flowers would bloom but no one would see them. ”

She listened to the words. Suddenly, I remembered that that night, she had promised him that she would accompany him here and wait for the begonia flowers to bloom.

Unexpectedly. Before the begonia flowers bloomed, he had gone to heaven, and she was far away. Let this first open sea hall. Lonely opened for a summer.

No one appreciates the flowers, and no one buries them.

Fortunately, she came back, although she didn't catch the blooming summer, but she did catch up with the fruitful autumn.

She wiped her tears and smiled, and the tears fell, and she wiped them and laughed again. Until the tears no longer break the embankment.

"Why are you here, old man?" she asked.

"Me?" the old man straightened up his stiff waist. After thinking about it, he said slowly: "I was hired by the owner of this house to take care of the begonia flowers." I'm a flower farmer, and I can't make a few dollars a year, so it's a problem to eat. The owner of this flower hired me to come here to take care of the begonias, originally to teach him to raise flowers, and later ...... When he dies, I will be left alone to raise flowers. ”

"He's a good guy! Together, they paid me for thirty years, and bought me a house nearby. Hey, it's a pity that my old bones won't live that long!" He sighed, "It's okay, I'll pass this technique on to my son, and when I die, let him raise flowers......! I just don't know when the person he's talking about will come! I wish I could see her while I'm still alive and tell her how much the owner of this place cares about her!"

The old man wiped his eyes and sighed: "Why is this person so conscienceless! Someone has worked hard to raise flowers for her for so many years, but when she dies, there is not even a shadow of her!

The old man turned his face to look at her again, "Girl, you still have a conscience! Over the years, it has been said that this place is haunted, and no one dares to come in, and it is difficult for you to still think about this place, come in and have a look!"

Her voice trembled, and she asked, "What's the matter with the man the old man is talking about?"

The old man looked at her and said, "You are a friend of the master here, right? I don't know if you can know that girl, if you do, let her come here!"

Her heart tightened, and she asked, "That girl?"

"Hey, it's okay to tell you about it," the old man put down the flower scoop, sat on the flat shoulder, and said slowly: "That's the girl that this master likes, that girl likes begonia flowers, so this master went to buy flower seeds, and I heard that I would serve begonias, so he invited me again." ”

The old man took out a Chinese cigarette, lit it, and smashed it, "This master is very good-looking, rich and powerful, I'm afraid I've never seen a hoe in my life." When I first came, I didn't know about this girl, so I thought it was strange, I was originally a flower farmer, I was originally a flower grower, and he spent money to invite me to come, and that kind of flower must be my business. ”

"But this master doesn't care, he doesn't allow me to touch the flower seeds, only I am allowed to teach him on the side, you don't know how awkward his movements are, if I come, it will be done in half an hour, he took the hoe and the flower seeds, and worked in this field for two days, giggling while making it. ”

"I was surprised, I thought that this master's brain was abnormal, but when I saw the way he ordered his subordinates to do things, it was obviously not like it. ”

Originally, this flower field was connected to the front yard, but after August 15 of that year, the master suddenly asked people to rest the fence and lock up the flower field, and few people generally came in. ”

"For a while, this master didn't show up, and I was alone in it to fertilize and weed, which was fine. Then he came again, and he would still help the flowers weed and catch insects, but I never saw him smirk again, he always looked at the flower field in a daze, and he was in a very bad mood. ”

"I was very depressed at the time, I heard that this master asked for a new woman, and he was the daughter of the prefect of Hangzhou, beautiful and sensible, and the men of the whole Hangzhou city were envious. But this master is not biased, as if he has been wronged. (To be continued.) )