After a few words, many of the people present looked at the pot of flowers stupidly, staring at the terrible numbers on the wall, and their hearts beat wildly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Before that, many people had a vague feeling that something might go wrong.

But even if he thought about it, he lost his mind under the temptation of huge profits, and secretly believed that he would definitely not be the one who had flowers instead of silver coins in the end.

If you have to have a penultimate one, why can't it be yourself? Why do you have to be the last one?

This is the idea of this year, compared to last year, at least some people have begun to think about it, but no one has punctured their own dreams or those of others.

However, now even people like Jian Chen have publicly stated that this flower is worthless in his eyes, and instantly shattered the trace of luck in everyone's hearts.

A moment later, the man holding the flower turned around and ran, and Jian Chen shouted behind him, "Hey, what are you going to do?" Slow down, don't fall, this concrete floor hurts a lot. ”

The man didn't look back, just shouted, "What are you doing?" I'll sell this flower while there are still people who don't know, and a few dollars will do! I want money! I don't love flowers! ”

The voice was about to fall, and the person had disappeared at the intersection.

In an instant, seven or eight people from the crowd of onlookers turned around and ran, leaving behind people who had never done such speculative business or who had done it but had already realized it.

It doesn't matter who made this orchid trend, what matters is who will be the last person Chen Jian said.

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A few days later, in a small textile workshop near the Min River, a female worker came to the river with a bucket of dirty water to be dumped.

The thick and heavy buckets seemed to be light in the hands of the female workers, and some of the stout arms were half-naked in the not cold winter, and a torn turban was wrapped around their heads, and a much-stained apron was tied.

Perhaps a long time ago, the hand that held the bucket was a very immature girl's hand, but now it was rough like tree bark, and a few cracked cuts were wantonly spreading on the back of the hand, revealing the bright red flesh inside.

The nails and fingers were furrowed by the yarn, and the face became yellow and rough because of the years of hard work. There were two unhealthy red lumps on his cheeks, and he coughed a few times occasionally, but he hurriedly hid his cough.

Under Baotou's turban, there was a hidden scar, which seemed to have been left by some blunt object, but now only a less obvious scar remained.

The female worker carried the heavy barrel to the embankment, and was about to dump it, when she saw an old man standing not far away, holding several pots of brightly colored orchids, and seemed to be crying.

The female worker didn't know what the man was crying about, looked at the pots of orchids in the old man's hand, and sighed faintly.

"What if...... If only my pot of flowers hadn't been stolen......"

Pouring into the bucket of swill, his mind was not on the water, but he thought that he once had such a pot of flowers symbolizing hope, healing, and health, and he accompanied his father through the last days of his serious illness on his windowsill.

At that time, orchids were only two silver coins a pot, and at that time she just hoped to use the last little money in the family to exchange for a hope for her father, which was said to bring back the dead to sailors who had suffered from strange diseases.

But her father still died, but the pot of flowers left nothing after her father's death gave her hope for the future.

She remembered that two years ago, at this time, the orchid had risen to dozens of silver coins a pot, and her own pot was blooming brightly.

Even if I liked it, I didn't have the qualifications to love flowers or hope and beauty at that time, so I just wanted to sell it the next day and exchange it for the most vulgar but hopeful silver coins.

But he didn't want to, and on that day, someone stole the orchid there and injured himself.

At that time, she was still a girl, her hands were still a little white and tender, and sometimes she even thought of extravagant words such as hope, beauty, future, and happiness, and had time to look at the flowers in front of the window and smirk.

After that, she cried for the last time in her life after losing the flowers, because no one looked at her because she cried, and no one comforted her.

He pulled up his hair, quit the house that had been sold for his father's treatment, and sought a job in the city to make ends meet.

She remembered that at that time, there were still good people in Mincheng.

A small shop called Qiao Kee Sauce Shop took her in and asked her to do chores so that she would not starve to death, and she could steal beans.

At that time, although I stopped crying, I hadn't grown up yet.

Although I don't cry anymore, I always fantasize about how good it would be if that pot of orchids hadn't been stolen, and what would my life be like?

When I secretly chew beans, I always think like this, and even fantasize that I put on silk, bring jade beads, get married, and have my own small workshop......

But if you eat too many beans, you will fart, and after letting them go a few times, you will have a lot less fantasies like before.

She was originally as cautious as a rabbit, her voice became thicker, her arms became stronger, she learned to scold, and she no longer blushed when the old ladies in the market talked...... It's just that I can't remember what the smile used to look like when I leaned in front of the window and watched the sunset.

The owner of the sauce shop has a good heart, and even if he knows that she steals beans, he won't scold.

But a year ago, somehow, the business of the soy sauce shop, which had been a decent business, went from bad to worse. The owner of the sauce shop also had a gloomy face every day, and later developed into a drunken drunk every morning.

It was at that time that one morning she accidentally bumped into the owner of the sauce shop, and was kicked in the chest by the drunk boss, leaving her with a cough.

Soon after, the apprentices were gone, the soy sauce shop was finished, and the owner's youngest son sold the shop and opened a textile workshop.

It was a nice family, or they were pitiful or because they knew that she was coughing because she had been kicked, so they let her stay in the newly opened textile workshop.

In addition to spinning threads, I also help with some household chores and clean up so that I can have a place to sleep at night, such as laying some straw in the workshop to sleep.

I was tired from working every day, I slept late, and the female workers were not very old, but they never said those words that blushed and heartbeat.

It's not that I don't want to, but if I get pregnant after a while under my belly, I can't work, but I will starve.

Besides, the child who was born, after all, is his own flesh and blood, and he is still a little reluctant to drown in the swill bucket, and find someone else to help him, but everyone is busy, where is the time?

In this case, she stopped dreaming, and she didn't have all kinds of dreams, including the dream of what would happen if her orchid hadn't been stolen.

Not only did I not do it during the day, but I didn't even do it at night because I was too tired.

So tired that I feel tired even dreaming.

Today's sigh after pouring water and seeing the orchid is the first time in two years that she has made such an emotion again and again.

But he was only emotional, and after sighing, he lifted a bucket of river water and wanted to go back.

But at this time, the old man holding a few pots of flowers not far away suddenly put the flowers on the edge of the embankment, and jumped into the river with a pop.

The female worker thought to herself, wouldn't it be cold to jump into the river in such weather?

However, after looking at it for a while, I found that the old man did not float, and the female worker understood.

I thought to myself, it turned out to be just suicide.

So he returned to the workshop with the bucket and continued his day's work.

The next day, still yesterday, I went to the river with a bucket of water as usual.

There were a lot of people watching the excitement around the river, and the two people used iron hooks to fish out the dead bodies in the river, and the bubbles were slightly white.

The female worker looked around, and the two men with iron hooks smiled and tied the dead body with ropes, and said with a smile: "There are a lot of dead people these days, and I am really too busy." ”

Someone next to him asked, "Is this one who died because of the orchid?" ”

"What else could it be? The old man and his wife had some land, and a mill, and they also had some money outside the city. The old man bought a few pots of orchids the year before last, and last year he made a lot of money. ”

"This time it was very powerful, I asked people to borrow money, mortgaged the land and the mill, and squatted in the city every day. Seeing that it is the end of the year again, these flowers in his hand can make a fortune, who would have thought of such a thing. ”

"The land is gone, the mill is gone, I borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends, and my wife just got the news a few days ago and sent a distressed illness to death. He is the only one left, what can he do if he doesn't die? Don't talk about him, even if there are a few speculators in our city, it's not like he's about to hang himself? ”

"Hey, don't stand, come and do me a favor, I'll have to carry him outside." This man drank water and died, and he was dead, and his body was hard. ”

A few idlers hurried over, helped to put the dead man on their shoulders, and were about to leave in a hurry.

The female worker listened to it for a while, and then understood something, and said that no one had bought this orchid?

Looking at the few pots of flowers scattered by the river after the crowd dispersed, he shouted, "You don't want this flower?" ”

The person in front of him didn't reply, and shouted: "Dead people's things, whoever loves them wants it, it's better not to touch this thing, it's going to ruin the family." ”

Orchids that could have made people crazy a few days ago and could even be used as money were placed casually by the river near the end of the year, and the colors were still gorgeous.

The female worker thought about it, or walked over and picked up a pot, and said that in fact, this flower is very beautiful, so I will take it back and raise it, anyway, this thing only drinks water and does not eat. Four years ago, I was a girl who loved flowers.

Lowered her head and picked up a pot of flowers at random, and her ravine-filled fingers subconsciously touched the point of the flower pot, even though her fingers were rough, but a small pebble in the tiles under the flower pot still awakened her memory of a few years ago.

This seems to be the pot she stole from, of course, it will not be stolen by this old man who has a mill on land outside the city, but I don't know how many times it has changed hands and transferred to the old man.

In fact, there are many flower pots with stones at the bottom, but the female worker still wants to believe that this is the pot she lost.

She thinks yes, that is.

When I held it in my hand again, my heart was not shocked, because it was just a pot of flowers, just a pot of flowers.

When I got back, I put the pot down next to the straw pile where I lived.

It has already been watered by the river, and now nothing needs to be done.

Amid the sound of squeaky spinning, another female worker glanced at the corner while changing the shuttle and said, "This flower looks very good." ”

"Well, it's pretty good."

The female worker replied, looking back on the years again, as she had done then, and smiled.

"It's really good-looking."

He muttered to himself, expertly twisted the thread, and did not look up again.

The flower is still the pot of flowers, the pot of flowers that I once fantasized about, but now I have turned around and returned to my hands, and nothing can be changed after all.

Spending is not hope, selling the money is.

But now that it can't be sold, the flowers are still there, where is the original hope?