Few people are indifferent to the feelings that trees bring us, their voices go straight to our hearts from the mountains, if people can walk into the forest and occasionally listen to the words of the trees. () All the problems of forest maintenance and preservation will disappear.

John Moore, 1896

Feelings, as humans have always believed, only appear in humans or animals. Plants are emotionless. But is that really the case?

According to a study by Bacstar in New York, the leaves of a cactus will shake continuously as long as they are lit against the cactus after the leaves of the cactus are connected to the polygraph. Lie detectors are instruments that use feelings and emotions to respond to subtle changes in the skin, and experimental results have shown that plants not only have feelings, but also have the ability to read people's minds.

Every day, countless plants are mutilated by humans. They are pruned to the way humans want them to be, they are deformed, they are broken. The flowers are pruned and used as ornaments to decorate human dwellings.

If plants really have a sense of pain, do they also have infinite hatred for humans who continue to hurt them?

To this day, it is unknown to mankind.

Perhaps, the curse and revenge of the plant have already unfolded between you and me. It's just that the humans who are the hindsight haven't noticed it yet.

Time actually comes down to being a pair of scissors, cutting life into sections, and when people want to recall, when they look back, they find that it seems that their life for more than 20 years has nothing to recall.

It's night. Pushing open the window, the night breeze was cool. Opposite the house is the teaching building of a certain school, standing quietly under the blue and inky night sky, there are no stars, only two offices are still lit. Actually, Ting is a little depressed, this rotten housegirl is very annoyed, why is it not the boys' dormitory building opposite?

Today is the end of the college entrance examination, and the evening school is quiet. I think that after she graduated from high school, she was also excited, happy and frightened, and always felt that the world was big, and she was about to become the world's elite.

But how can the title of elite be so easy to get. In the blink of an eye, four years of college have passed, and Ting has entered the society. Working in a small company, 9-to-5, often working overtime. Maybe in addition to work, only the house is left. She doesn't have a boyfriend, doesn't like to travel, doesn't like to eat and socialize. Even this small house with only one bedroom and one living room was bought by my parents for the convenience of her class.

The location is good, it belongs to the tallest building in Pigeon City. The 9th floor, separated from Xijing School by a wall, can overlook the school's playground and teaching building. Watching the young boy full of youthful vitality come and go and waste her time, her whole body is full of strength, as if even her rotten soul has been redeemed by society. Although, she is only 24.

Speaking of which, Ting has been a little distressed lately. Because she encountered a strange thing not long ago, she found that the floor of her house had a strange bulge.

It was a week ago when she came home, kicked off her high heels and walked to the comfortable couch. Suddenly, the sole of his foot was stabbed by something pointy. The place where he was stabbed was exactly the center of his foot, and Ting's painful tears were holding his foot and jumping around. A few drops of red blood flowed out, which was not very serious.

Ting treated the wound with a band-aid, and then lay on the ground to find the culprit. Soon, a small bulge came into view. Not far from the couch, the bulge looked like a miniature crater, with a black hole less than two millimeters in diameter at the center. There was some redness near the entrance to the cave, which must have been stained with his own blood.

Ting looked at it for a long time and couldn't see why, the girl didn't have much ability to deal with this kind of thing. It's just a little weird, what the hell is going on with this bulge? The hole at the top is not very sharp, but how can you be stabbed when you just step on it?

She found a needle and probed into the hole, but it was less than a centimeter deep and could not penetrate further, as if the hole was only so shallow.

Ting was a little indignant. What is the broken quality, but also claims a lifetime warranty! Her home uses 1. The 2 cm thick laminate flooring is said to be insect-eaten and will not be deformed. But it took less than a year before it began to bulge. It's just forcing yourself to complain!

Ben was really tired, she looked out the window at the night, cooked a bowl of tomato noodles casually, and then left the matter behind.

After work the next day, at nine o'clock in the evening, Ting pushed open the door, and she was surprised to find that the bulge on the floor was like an infectious disease, and there were several more. Each one is almost the same size and the same shape, which makes it disgusting to look at.

It looked like a tumour on a wooden floor, and it looked like the rough surface of the moon. All in all, it's very uncomfortable.

Be sure to call the flooring company tomorrow.

She angrily put the matter on the agenda. As a result, the company continued to work overtime in the next few days, so that she didn't even have time to make phone calls. After a week, the wooden floor had risen so much that there was nowhere to put it, and there were almost one or two on every board. The slight bulging, small black hole is really jaw-dropping.

Every time she came home, she felt like she was stepping on the skin of a toad, wondering if those tiny holes would spew deadly venom from the squeezing.

Today is Saturday, and Ting finally dialed the phone number of the flooring company. The customer service side was also puzzled, saying that this kind of problem had never occurred. And promised to send workers early the next morning to inspect and replace the damaged places.

The next day was Sunday. At 10 o'clock in the morning, the workers came on time, and Ting, who had changed her clothes, opened the door. The floorer was a male, in his forties, with a dark face and a somewhat old face.

"Hello, Miss Xie. I am the No. 203 maintenance worker sent by the company. The worker handed her a business card.

Ting scratched her head, now in this society, even maintenance workers have business cards. Alas, it seems that I am really bad at mixing.

The maintenance worker was startled as soon as he entered the door, and he stammered a little overwhelmed, "How is this going on?" ”

The bulges on the floor were indeed a bit frightening, and the maintenance worker crawled to the ground, tapped the wooden floor lightly with his hand, and then frowned, "These bulges look like something is turning underneath and drilling holes." ”

"Could it be because of the dampness?" Ting asked.

"No, our wooden floors are durable and won't deform even if they are soaked in water for a few years." The maintenance worker advertised his company with righteous words, "Moreover, you are here on the 9th floor, where does the moisture come from?" ”

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