Yang Siqing hesitated for a moment, "You are very familiar with the people of the Yang family?" ”

"That's right." Zhong Yun nodded vigorously, "Yun Qi and I are classmates and have met the third uncle a few times. He bit the words "classmates" very hard, and in order to show his closeness, he omitted the word Yang of Uncle Yang.

Sure enough, although Yang Siqing didn't ask any more questions, the gaze that looked at him was much kinder.

"Why do you want to buy this pot of withered crystal roses?" The same question was aggressive before, and you have to answer it. This time, his tone was much kinder, as if he was asking his own nephew.

"Forgive me for being abrupt, this pot of crystal roses has reached the end of its lifespan and withered naturally, right?" Zhong Yun did not answer the rhetorical question.

Yang Siqing didn't feel impatient, her expression darkened, "That's right, it has been with me for twenty years, and I once promised her to take good care of this flower." I didn't expect it to wither. ”

"I've looked to all the flower experts in Davao and they all said they couldn't save it. In the end, I had no choice but to break my oath and return to Dalstar again. ”

"It's a pity that even Huang Lao is helpless."

In the end, his heart was already like ashes, and his staring momentum disappeared without a trace, and he turned back into the down-and-out rickety old man.

Zhong Yun couldn't bear to see it, and at the same time felt sincere admiration for his deep affection.

The "Crystal Rose" can be said to be one of the most delicate flowers, extremely sensitive to the external environment, a little change in climate, or a slight change in air humidity, can cause damage to it.

This is a flower that can only be kept in a greenhouse, and its physiological cycle is very strange and changeable, each plant is different, and basically experience cannot be applied. Self-regulating greenhouses are not useful.

Except for experienced florists, ordinary people can't serve at all. Otherwise, it will either die early, or the quality will be extremely poor, and the flowers planted will not be visible at all.

Therefore, the planting cost of Jingliu rose is quite high, and the later it is, the higher the cost.

Even a professional florist can hardly let a crystal rose live to the end of its life and die a natural death. It takes too much effort, and the later it gets, the more difficult it is to raise Jingliu roses. At that point, the time and effort spent is unimaginable.

Therefore, it is very rare to have a natural withering crystal rose when its lifespan has arrived, and it is estimated that people like Yang Siqing, who have placed too much emotion on flowers, will take care of it without any effort.

"This withered rose is very important to me." Zhong Yun hesitated for a moment before saying, "And...... I might be able to bring it back to life. ”

"What did you say?" Yang Siqing's body shook, and she looked at him in disbelief, and two uncompelling light shot out of her eyes.

Zhong Yun was numb by his scalp, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and quietly took a step back, "I mean, maybe, just maybe, can bring this crystal rose back to life." I can't guarantee success, this success rate is very low. ”

"What you said is true?" Yang Siqing's figure burst up, and she reached out to grab Zhong Yun's arm, Zhong Yun wanted to flash, but her speed was not fast enough, and she was still caught.

"Senior Yang, you hurt me."

Zhong Yun only felt as if his arm was tightly clamped by iron claws, and he broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

The old man was shocked and hurriedly let go of his hand, "Can you really bring her back to life?" The anxiety and excitement on his face was palpable.

Although there is a huge doubt in his heart, Huang Lao, the most famous flower expert in the country, said that he can't be saved, why are you a young teenager?

It's just that even if there is a glimmer of hope, he is not willing to let it go.

"I didn't say I would save it." Zhong Yun rubbed his arm that was scratched and bruised, and emphasized again, "I can only do my best." Whether it can succeed or not depends on the creation of this flower. ”

"Even if you are only 10% sure, I will treat you."

Hearing him say this, Yang Siqing believed him a little, if he said that he would definitely be cured, he would definitely be bragging.

"I'll get you any equipment if you need it." Yang Siqing said categorically. Listening to that tone, it seemed that he could get any equipment he wanted.

Zhong Yun was about to refuse, but suddenly thought, what am I polite to him, he is the Yang family, don't look at him so down, it's not trivial to get something.

So he said, "I'll make a list for you when I go back." "This bamboo pole is not knocked on the white bar, and it just compensates for the loss of being exploited by ZERO.

Yang Siqing nodded, and didn't ask how much and what equipment he needed, in his heart, nothing was as important as this pot of crystal roses.

What's more, he really doesn't care about this thing, although he left the Yang family, some old relationships are still there. With his previous identity, stripped of the background of the Yang family, it is still very important.

A few kilometers away on the side of the road, in a silver shuttle parked, a middle-aged man was listening to his subordinates' report with his feet crossed.

"The target is now with an old man, and the number five is already in place." A mechanical, undulating voice came out.

"Let's do it." The middle-aged man said lightly, as if he was talking about such an inconsequential trivial matter as inviting someone to tea.

"Roger."

After receiving the cable, the middle-aged man took out the communication card in the mobile phone, pinched it with two fingers, and when he released it, the communication card made of plastic had become a pile of powder.

"Drive." He instructed the driver.

The shuttle rises and flies into the tracks, where it disappears without a trace.

Zhong Yun rushed to Huang's hometown, afraid that Huang Lao would wait for a long time. Behind him, Yang Siqing followed unhurriedly.

Zhong Yun told him a few times, asking him to go back and wait first, and he would contact him. But the old man said lightly, "I won't let you out of my sight until you rescue Qingqing." I don't have anywhere to go anyway. ”

In the end, Zhong Yun had no choice but to let him go.

Suddenly, Yang Siqing, who was walking behind, paused, raised his head and swept forward to the left, his eyes covered with a layer of golden light.

Zhong Yun's cold hairs suddenly stood on end, and a feeling of extreme danger rose from the bottom of his heart. Before he could react, he was pushed in the back, and the man fell forward.

A light that was barely visible to the naked eye shot from a distance, hitting the place where Zhong Yun had just stood, and the light hit the ground and disappeared.

Zhong Yun had just fallen to the ground, and subconsciously rolled to the side, and another ray of light shot over, wiping his clothes and shooting on the ground.

Zhong Yun was attacked twice in a row in front of his eyes, and Yang Siqing was furious, grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it in the direction of the enemy.

"Whew-"

There was a sharp grinding sound in the air, and there was a muffled grunt from the street ahead.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhong Yun crawled and hid at the corner of the street, and sat on the ground, only to feel that his mouth was dry and his mouth was noisy, and his heart was beating wildly uncontrollably, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

Just now, he brushed shoulders with death, whether in his previous life or in this life, he was just an ordinary student, where had he experienced such a dangerous situation.

Endless fear seized his heart, and he felt the threat of death in his body, an unquenchable fear.

He repeated a sentence in his heart, who is going to kill me? Who is going to kill me?

PS: The power went out for a whole day, and then the power came, so it was late.