"What kind of flowers do you want, young man? Do you choose roses as you did before or new lilies? The old gardener carefully trimmed the flowers in the vase, and the green leaves withered and scattered to the ground under the sharp scissors.

The young man with long blond hair carefully selected among the flowers, and the long hair tied back of his head fluttered with his head. "Just like before, just ask for a bouquet of roses." He stretched out his hand and chose a bouquet of the freshest roses, and the crystal droplets hung on the petals, dripping slowly.

"Rose, I'll wrap it up for you." The gardener carefully packed the bouquet into a paper bag, deliberately pasting pink letterhead on the paper bag, as if he had done it many times. "This is your fifteenth time here, right?" The old gardener looked up at the young man in front of him who had been frequenting his flower shop recently, and asked curiously.

"Yes, I've already bought fifteen bouquets of flowers." The boy sighed and nodded, looking at the bouquet in the paper bag, with water droplets on the petals in his eyes.

"If you buy so much, it's for the girl you like, right?" The old gardener asked with a smile, knowing nothing more about the young man's careful thinking.

"Yes, but she always says that I am doing this to waste money and useless." The boy nodded slightly, "So no matter how many bouquets of flowers I gave her, she never agreed to my request." ”

He looked up at the blue sky, as if recalling how he liked girls. The quiet side face is matched with a plain long skirt, the slender and delicate body walks around in the sun, there is no smile on her plain white face, but it gives people a gentle feeling, like a white lotus flower flowing slowly in the stream, making people feel pure and beautiful.

"Then you didn't think about sending her anything else?" The old gardener asked, "For example, what she likes, girls like not only flowers, but many other things." ”

"But what I can have now...... It's just a bouquet of flowers every day. The young man looked at the flower in his hand and said softly, his voice soft but with deep helplessness.

"A bouquet of flowers a day? So have you sent her for fifteen days in a row? The old gardener was a little surprised, if someone else had given up on such an unresponsive girl, he would not have stubbornly persevered. But he always insisted, coming to his flower shop every day to buy a bouquet of roses and give them to the girl he liked.

No matter what she said, whether she accepted or threw the bouquet away, the teenager still silently insisted.

"Yes, with today's bouquet, it's the fifteenth bouquet of flowers." The boy nodded in acknowledgement.

"Alas, what an infatuation." The old gardener sighed helplessly, "It is said that infatuated lovers since ancient times, and it is true that there is no mistake, no matter when there is such a persistent existence." ”

"It's not an attachment, I just hope that I can become a person who can silently guard her by her side, because I have done too many wrong things in the past." The young man muttered loudly, with sadness in his tone. "She's the only person I want to make amends right now, and I'm going to stick with it whether she accepts it or not."

"Even if it doesn't work out in the end, is it the same?" The old gardener said that he did not understand why the young man in front of him would waste his precious youth on one person all the time, pay like a fool, and never ask for anything in return. "Even if you end up watching her with the others, doesn't it matter?" The old gardener had the same experience before, but the end was not as good as he imagined, and after being discouraged, he had to open a flower shop in this town and spend the rest of his time on the flowers.

"No results?" Hearing these words, the young man laughed sharply, and the laughter was full of mockery and sarcasm for himself, "I didn't want to have a result, even if there is no result, it doesn't matter." Because...... I myself was a fool who always thought I was on the right path, only to find out in the end that I had hurt so many people. ”

With that, he took a deep breath hard, his chest slowly rising and falling. "So even if there is no result, I will continue to persevere silently, and use the rest of my time to tell him that I really ...... It really doesn't matter. ”

In the past, I always followed the footsteps of the teacher, but when the teacher was gone, I realized that there was no end to the original road, and the beautiful scenery around me had long been missed by me, leaving only the withered flowers throbbing in the wind.

"Well, exactly like my old self." The old gardener took his pipe out of his apron, shivered and lit himself, took a deep breath, and the choking smoke began to fill. At that time, I also said to myself, as long as I keep paying, there will always be a return, and there will always be everything I want. But...... It was only in the end that I found out that the so-called likes and so-called indifferent things became so pale and powerless when I saw her with others. He slapped his solid chest hard, thumping. Here, this heart that says it doesn't matter will still hurt, and it will still hurt because of her. ”

The boy looked at the uncle with tears in his eyes, his unshaven beard trembling like his heart beating in his chest.

"Final...... Is the uncle still not with the girl that the uncle likes? The boy was silent for a moment, and finally asked. In this uncle, he seems to see the shadow of his future, so lonely and lonely, like a complete fool, which makes people feel ridiculous.

"yes, she ended up with someone else she liked." The uncle pinched his pipe and nodded, smirking self-deprecatingly. "Just like others say, anything can be forced as long as you pay a certain price, but if you like it, no matter how much you pay or how much you give, there is no possibility of changing in the end."

"That'...... It must be very uncomfortable, after giving so much and ending up with nothing. The boy smiled stunnedly, his sea-blue eyes blinking, not knowing how to comfort the injured uncle.

"yes, it's hard." The uncle took the last puff of his cigarette and tapped his pipe. "At that time, I was almost heartbroken, and I felt that life was all gray and meaningless. But I felt that death was the best relief, but I persevered, left and opened this flower shop in this town, killing the rest of my time. ”

"Really?" The boy nodded slightly, his voice full of sympathetic sadness. Although he had never seen the girl in his uncle's mouth, looking at the sad picture when he recalled, he could still guess the profundity of that time. Just like her current self, she does what she can do every day, hoping that she can look back at herself like this and pray for favor.

The final answer was refusal, the uncle at that time must have been grief-stricken, no matter how he said to himself, it didn't matter, but his heart was inexplicably painful. Thinking of this, he sighed slowly, looked at the bouquet in his hand, and smiled stupidly.