"Secret Flower Language"

- The head of the white mandarin duck lost its companion

The bouquet of dayflowers in the window was almost withered, and I thought it had been in my shop for a few days, and the customer canceled the order, but I couldn't bear to give it up.

The time on my phone is already pointing to eleven o'clock in the evening, and it's time to close. Every time it closes, I subconsciously look at the big letters on the front of the store.

Frustrated that year, he opened a "meet" flower shop in the corner of the downtown area. Over the years, I have encountered many stories that the flower shop has no alcohol, but tea is always available.

I locked the door, and when I turned around, I was really startled, and there was a white-headed old man in a hospital gown standing behind me.

"Don't be afraid, girl! I'm here to fetch flowers! The old man smiled, the wrinkles on his face conveying his kindness.

My "meet" is not big and guests can order flowers. However, as far as I can remember, there is no elderly person who has ordered flowers. "I don't know what kind of flowers the old gentleman ordered?"

"Shirachichi!"

The smile on the old man's face disappeared in an instant when he said the name. I looked at the old man quietly, perhaps, Bai Riju, really suitable for him. The meaning of white chrysanthemum is not good, and my flower shop does not have regular goods.

I opened the door and invited the old man in. I took the handful of dayflowers, "I'm sorry, this flower is a little wilted!" It's the small shop that doesn't take good care of! ”

The old man took the flower, "The girl really has a heart!" This flower was already set three or four days ago, and my son has already canceled the order. ”

The old man scoured the money out of his pocket and stuffed it into me tremblingly. I was too embarrassed to refuse, "Sir, where do you live?" It's so late, I'll send you back! ”

The old man shook his head, "I escaped from the hospital!" My son won't let me be discharged from the hospital, but I really can't rest assured that my old lady can't do it! ”

I was embarrassed to interfere, but I still said: "There is a small shop in the back room, if the old gentleman does not dislike it, it is better to rest for the night!" ”

The old man thought for a moment, "Then it's troublesome girl!" ”

The old man lived in the flower shop, and it was not good for me to go home, so I spent the night in the flower room. I had the number of the old man's family in my phone, but the bouquet of white chrysanthemums made me give up the idea.

White Day Chrysanthemum - Never Lose My Love.

I woke up to the smell of food, and when I opened my eyes, breakfast was already laid out in front of me. The old man was busy helping me clean the flower shop. "Now, old man, how are you doing your work?"

The old man said: "It's just a gesture!" You didn't lock the door yesterday, so don't be so careless in the future! ”

The old man put the cleaning tool in the corner, turned around and came out with the flower. I said, "Where are you going?" I'll send you! ”

"No more trouble! You can't leave business here! ”

I shoved a few buns into my mouth, grabbed the keys, and prepared to go out. The old man said that the place he was going to was Yongning Cemetery, and I was not surprised by this location. When I turned on my phone, I was surprised to see a series of missed calls. That number is the visitor who ordered Shirachiki.

In order to reassure the old man's family, I called back, and the person who answered the phone said in a hurry: "Miss Tang, have you seen an old man wearing a hospital gown?"

I looked up at the car mirror, and the old man in the back seat was sitting quietly holding a flower. "See! I came to pick up the white chrysanthemum yesterday! Now I'm going to Yongning Cemetery, you can pick him up here! ”

"Good! Trouble Miss Tang to take care of her father! ”

I hung up the phone, opened the navigation, and said, "Sir, you are seated!" Your son will come and pick you up! ”

The old man nodded faintly. Following the reminder of the navigation, I finally found Yongning Cemetery.

Not worried that the old man was alone, I followed the old man into the cemetery. Black and white! Tombstones, always make people feel depressed.

The old man stopped in front of a tombstone on which was a peacefully smiling grandmother. There are bunches of withered flowers in front of the tombstone, which should be dayflowers.

The old man crouched down and swapped the bouquet of dayflowers. The old man reached out and stroked the photo on the tombstone and muttered to himself, "Chuqing, I'm late, don't be angry with me!" ”

He had some difficulty getting up, and I rushed up to help him. The old man looked at the portrait and said, "Chu Qing, this is Xiao Tang, she brought me to see you!" ”

I looked at the words on it and bent down slightly, "Mrs. Mo, good!" ”

The old man was silent for a long time, "Let's go!" It's time for my son to come, too! ”

The old man staggered a little under his feet, and I helped him to walk, and from my point of view, I could see tears in his eyes, clouded by old age.

After I helped the old man out of the cemetery, the old man pointed to a black Volkswagen Huiang parked next to me, and when I looked over, a man in a suit walked down. There is some resemblance between the eyebrows of the man and the old man.

The man frowned, "Dad! Did you know we had you looking for you all night?"

"Xiaoli, this is Miss Tang, the owner of the flower shop."

He shook hands with me politely, exchanged a few pleasantries, and helped the old man into the car. After watching the father and son leave, I also drove back to "meet".

For a few days, there was a bunch of white chrysanthemums missing from the window, but I was a little unaccustomed.

Every day, people order flowers, but no one orders white sunflowers.

But when I was tired one afternoon, I received a call from the old man's son again, and his voice was low and indescribably tired. "Miss Tang, my father may be going west, he wants to meet you!"

I took Hyacinth to the Central Hospital, and I saw Mr. Mo, the old man's son, downstairs in the inpatient department. He took the flowers I was holding, "Miss Tang is so polite!"

I looked at him a few times, but I didn't see him for a few days, and he seemed to be too haggard. "How is the old gentleman?"

He lowered his eyes and shook his head, "Father has something to say to Miss Tang." ”

I nodded, and followed him up to the rightmost ward in the corridor on the seventh floor. The old man was lying on the hospital bed, a small child was lying on the side of the bed talking, and beside him stood a woman with the same haggard look.

When we entered the house, the woman greeted us, "This is Miss Tang!" Hello!"

She smiled at me, but her brow could not hide the haggardness. I stepped forward to hold her hand, and she pulled me to the old man's bedside and whispered "Dad!" The child shouted, "Grandpa!"

The old man struggled to open his eyes, and a sound came out of his throat. Mr. Mo said, "Zijun, let's go out first!"

After Mr. Mo went out with his wife and children, the ward was a little deserted, and I sat on the nursing chair next to the ward and held the old man's hand.

The old man's eyes were focused on the bundle of hyacinths, and I saw his lips trembling, and I leaned down to listen to what he was saying, "Forever, far, of, nostalgic, remembrance." ”

The old man's voice made me not feel sour, and I said, "Hyacinths also represent life." ”

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the roof, "My son, busy, in the future, every Wednesday, trouble, Tang, Miss Tang, send a bouquet of flowers to my wife!"

The old man's face was full of exhaustion, and I nodded, a glint in his eyes.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing became rapid. I went out of the room and said goodbye to the couple.

There are too many stories in "Encounter", and I am just a passerby after all.

When I received Mr. Mo's call again, he ordered a batch of white chrysanthemums, and when I received the call, my hands trembled uncontrollably. The old man who had been in contact with him several times was still looking for his beloved wife after all.

When Mr. Mo came to pick up the chrysanthemum, I gave me a bouquet of bellflower flowers. Seeing Bai Ju leave, I felt a little lonely. It's not the first time I've sold a chrysanthemum, but it's the first time I've felt like this.

Holding his fingers, the old man has also been buried in the ground,