Xiao Xia, a heart is missing in the courtyard of our house today.

When I used to drink in the tavern next door, my grandfather could often see the red flowers that bloomed in the yard. Today, when my grandfather finished drinking and walked out of the tavern, he found that the heart in the white flower pot in the fence of the yard was gone.

The white pots stood on the marble steps, and the soil in the pots was loose, with a circle of soil in the middle, which was supposed to be left when the heart was dug up. Grandpa was a little drunk, thinking that this was over, his heart was dug out, and there would be no flowers in the courtyard in the future.

He opened the small door of the courtyard fence and walked in, this door should have been locked, this kind of dilapidated suburban neighborhood is full of thieves and robbers, he thought to himself. While thinking, he walked towards the glass door of the balcony, and when he opened the glass door, he looked back at the sudden flowerpot, cursed, and then shouted to the house, the door of the courtyard and the balcony should be locked in the future. The voice was so loud that I couldn't tell whether it was inside the house or outside the house.

There was no one in the house to respond, grandpa walked into the living room, planted on the sofa, squinted at the glass door of the living room, and when he was about to fall asleep, he saw outside the glass door, in the courtyard, the heart in the white flower pot was still there, and the red flowers that bloomed were particularly high, much higher than the fence, as if they were shaking with the wind. It's okay, I'll just say, grandpa closed his eyes and fell asleep.

What should I do if I don't have a heart? Hearing this mournful question, Grandpa woke up suddenly, his eyes were blurry, his eyes were dim, and he couldn't see anything clearly. What is in the dream, so red, so bright, is the heart, the way it used to be when I watered it. Grandpa sat up from the sofa, covered his face with both hands, rubbed it twice like washing his face, and the things in front of him became clear, and when Grandpa saw his hands, he felt wrinkled and stiff, and felt very strange. What time it was, he couldn't tell clearly, the sky was yellow, gray and gray, and he couldn't remember when he drank the wine. Grandpa turned his head and saw grandma sitting in the courtyard, like an elderly woman in a TV series, sighing and crying. However, unlike in the TV series, the only object of her crying and mourning was the white flower pot, and there was not a single onlooker beside her, and the gate of the fence was also closed.

Grandpa quickly stood up, frowned and walked towards the courtyard, the glass door was open, he stood at the door frame, and did not help grandma. Not far away, he saw guests sitting outside the tavern, and a few of them were looking this way. Hurry up, what are you doing?

The heart is gone, don't you see? Grandma sat on the ground and looked at grandpa. Grandpa found that there was not a single tear on Grandma's face.

As I said before, the door of the fence can't be left open, and you don't lock the glass door of the living room, you live in such a broken place, where there are only thieves and robbers. You don't have a little common sense about you. Grandpa said as he touched the cigarette from his vest pocket.

If I were a man, I would be able to protect this heart, but unfortunately I am a woman, grandma said. At this time, her eyes suddenly turned red and tears came.

What do you mean by this, and what do you mean that if you were a man, would I have treated you badly? Grandpa's face darkened, and as he spoke, he remembered that the smoke and lighter had probably been forgotten in the tavern.

You can't achieve anything. You're just going to shout. Grandma said that tears had already flowed.

Grandpa paused, his expression of disgust revealed, but he walked up and pulled her up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tavern again, and a few people turned their heads to look this way.

Think about who has been here these days. Grandpa said.

So many people have been here, and people passing by have praised this beautiful flower, how do I know who they are, those people in your tavern, they pass by this courtyard every day, and you bring several of them in to see it. You say who they are.

Grandpa felt that these words made his head buzz. The faces of several people flashed through my mind at once.

A skinny child came to see him for a while, don't look at him very immature, but he was very philistine, and when he said he wanted to come to see his heart, he immediately took out a cigarette and gave it to his grandfather.

Grandpa saw that this kind of cigarette was very different from what he usually smoked, and in his eyes, it was like a woman's cigarette, thin. I lit it, inhaled it, and it smelled of fruit. Sure enough, the children's cigarettes were like sugar, and grandpa thought at the time.

The child looked around the flower pot, his hands behind his back, very restrained, very well-behaved. At first, his grandfather wanted to remind him that he couldn't touch it with his hands, because his heart was made of water, and it melted when he touched it. But seeing that the child was so duty-oriented, he smoked seriously and didn't say anything. Later, the child looked around twice and left. Grandpa felt that this cigarette was worth it, and thought to himself, he would have to give cigarettes in the future.

There is another person who was caught by his grandfather. He opened the gate of the fence himself in the middle of the night and snuck in. In the middle of the night, my grandfather suddenly woke up, and for no reason, he wanted to come out to breathe, and as soon as he walked to the living room, he saw a dark shadow in the courtyard, standing next to his heart, and raised his hand to touch it. Grandpa shouted, and the man stabbed and ran out of the fence gate. The heart shook in the pot, glowing red. Grandpa was stunned in the dark living room, thinking about what to do. Then he felt that the roar he had just made was powerful, and that person would not dare to appear again. Thinking like this, I felt a lot more relieved and went back to sleep. By the next day, I barely remember what had happened last night.

There is a good friend of my grandfather in the tavern, who has never asked my heart before, but since my heart blooms, this old man always asks my grandfather where his heart comes from, whether it is good or not, and when is the flowering season. Grandpa drank, if he sat outside the tavern, every time I saw him come out to deliver wine, I saw that he would look in the direction of his heart. This person is also suspicious.

There was also a beggar, who my grandfather had never seen in this town before. He was disheveled and dirty, but his eyes were very gentle, even revealing the sense of educated decency. When Grandpa saw him, he felt a sense of familiarity and intimacy in his heart, just like seeing his young self. In those days, the beggar wandered as if he were passing through this town to rest, and every time he passed by the tavern, his grandfather wanted to talk to him, but he didn't do so.

One day, when Grandpa was going home after drinking, the beggar followed him and asked him if he could go and see his heart. Grandpa felt that his voice was so familiar, as if he had seen and heard his past self.

But as soon as he heard that he wanted to look at the heart, grandpa immediately sharpened his eyes, and his attitude became arrogant, turned around, and looked up at him, you also want to look at the heart? Well. I'd like to ask if I can go and see it. Grandpa stood still and looked at the beggar carefully, he was still like that, dirty and smelly, and his clothes were not covered. The familiar feeling just now actually made Grandpa feel disgusting and incredible. Although I was poor when I was young, I was not embarrassed to come to this place, my grandfather thought. I'm sorry, but the heart can't just look at it. Grandpa turned around and walked home, feeling much more relaxed than just now.

It was these people, Grandpa thought, and the heart must have been stolen by one of them.

On the day when the heart was about to escape, the sky was very gloomy, and the heart had not rested for many days, barely holding on to the flower branches.

I've wanted to escape for a long time, and it's a balloon made of water. If it weren't pulled in a pot, it could fly away like a bird, all the way to the clouds, with all the other hearts.

In this place where it had never rained before, there was a sudden hailstorm, and the sleeping heart fell from the clouds in a panic, and it fell down with its teeth and claws trying to grasp everything possible and settle down. But the wind was so strong that it only remembered to hold on to a flower bone and fall into a flower pot. Since then, the heart has stayed in this town, in this flower pot.

Because at first, the heart also felt novel, and most importantly, the heart felt unique. In the past, on the clouds, so many hearts were together, and the hearts were not special at all. Now the heart is a scene in this town, the flower bone, the heart holds it, and blooms high. I thought to myself, when I go back in the future, I will also take this flower with me, so that it is also unique in the clouds.

But then I felt like I wanted to leave, I wanted to get away from this town. Because it was discovered, it turned from a heart into a unique flower. It can't go anywhere. It is the exclusive property of grandparents, and it is a bonsai that everyone in the town wants, but it is not a heart, and it can't fly.

Although Xin wanted to go, he really wanted to go, and he felt so scared that he couldn't stay because one night, the kid who came to see him during the day sneaked into the courtyard and touched Xin's face with his hand. The heart melted into a large piece of his hand at once, and the water of the heart melted into his hand. The child smiled happily. The heart felt so painful and frightened that it felt like it was going to die. At this time, a roar from grandpa saved it. But since that day it has never closed its eyes at night. The heart found that it could fly away as it pleased, but now, the heart is a pot of flowers for grandparents, and it can't protect itself in the face of the children who secretly hurt it, so it has to stay away. It can only rely on grandpa's care, what if there is no grandpa that night? I don't dare to think about it.

A few days later, a beggar came up in this town, and when he saw him walking through the courtyard, he saw that the beggar had several companions in his body. The companions told it from afar that on the day of the hail, the beggar swallowed them in the storm to quench their thirst, and from then on they could never leave, and they turned into a puddle of water in the beggar's eyes, and never had a chance again. The heart discovers that when it meets the beggar's companions, even more desperate than the heart, they will never be able to fly.

A few days before the heart fled, it plucked the rhizome of the symbiotic flower from the skin every day, and the heart felt that the feeling was too harsh, but in order to fly away, it endured the pain every day, and peeled off the tall red flower little by little. The saffron swayed, swaying left and right in the windless air caught by the heart. I know that my grandfather's good friend has always felt very strange, and he has been watching red flowers fluttering in the wind every day. But the heart doesn't want to wait any longer, it has to go, it has to fly far.

So that day, I saw that my grandfather went to drink, and my grandmother was looking at her mobile phone alone in the house. Holding the flowers in my heart, I pushed away the soil and flew into the sky. In mid-air, it threw away the flowers, and continued to fly freely, leaving here, returning to the clouds, and the town disappeared at the feet of the heart.