In the blink of an eye, it was almost the end of the month, and in the summer, a quarter of it would be handed over to the landlord who lived next door.

The landlord is a seventy-year-old man surnamed Cui, his wife left early, and his son opened a company in Beijing, so he lives here alone......

Summer remembers that when he came to the city alone to work hard, and the rent that should be too high everywhere to find a house was fruitless, it was Uncle Cui who rented the house to Summer at a lower rent, and the house price has been rising in recent years, and Uncle Cui has never increased the rent.

In this regard, Xia Xia was a little reluctant to go, and every time he paid the rent, he would put an extra two hundred yuan in it. But every time, Uncle Cui asked the club to return the excess money to the summer.

This summer, as before, I put an extra two hundred yuan in the rent for Uncle Cui. Uncle Cui counted the money in front of Summer, handed the excess money to Summer's hand, and said, "If it was before, I would never have ordered this money, but now it's different?" ”

Summer returned the money to Uncle Cui's hands and excused himself, "Grandpa Cui, you can accept it." If you don't accept it, I'm embarrassed. ”

"How many times did you say this was you?" Uncle Cui said a little unhappily, "I'm an old man in my seventies, and I'm not short of money. You haven't got a family yet, so you might as well keep the money. ”

"This ...... I won't take it. Summer stubbornly turned his head and pushed the money back into Uncle Cui's arms.

"If you don't take it, you won't stop it later." Uncle Cui said with a gloomy face.

"Grandpa Cui......" Xia looked at Uncle Cui and said helplessly, "You use this to threaten me every time." ”

"Because that's what works best." Uncle Cui smiled kindly, and then said, "Put the money away and go cook." ”

In fact. At that time, Uncle Cui agreed to rent the house to the summer at a low price with a condition. That is, at least two days a month, in the summer, I have to go to Uncle Cui's house to eat, chat, and watch TV with Uncle Cui. Uncle Cui's condition is not strange, after all, he lives here alone, and loneliness is inevitable. In addition to his daily morning exercises, the rest of the time is spent at home tinkering with and pruning the potted plants he has carefully cultivated.

Before, when I went to Uncle Cui's house in the summer. It's all Uncle Cui who cooks it himself. Since he volunteered in the summer, Uncle Cui likes to eat the dishes made in the summer, and he is all made by the summer.

As a result, the relationship between Summer and Uncle Cui has become closer and closer, and sometimes they will jokingly call each other their long-lost grandfather and grandson. Summer also likes to chat with Uncle Cui, which is a love he never felt when he was a child, and because of this, he goes to Uncle Cui's house more and more often.

"Grandson, what do you want to eat for grandpa tonight?" When the summer general was brought to the table, Uncle Cui asked with a smile.

"Tofu, greens, and grain soup." Summer replied lightly.

"It's all vegetarian. Why don't you have meat at all. Uncle Cui asked arrogantly like a child.

"You have heart disease and three highs, so let's eat some vegetarian food at night." Summer said to Uncle Cui like an adult reprimanding a child.

After Uncle Cui pouted, he sat down and ate with relish.

"What kind of flower is that, isn't it pretty?" Attracted by a plate of bonsai on the windowsill in the summer, she asked.

"White camellia, pretty, isn't it? That's my pride. Uncle Cui said proudly.

"It's pretty good." Summer praised.

Summer took another look. The white camellia petals are white and flawless against the backdrop of the lights in the house. It is flat and wrinkle-free, and its center is embedded with blood-red petals.

Summer felt strange for a moment, so she asked, "Shouldn't all these white camellia flowers be white?" Why is the center of his flower red? ”

"The petals of this flower have always been white before, that is, two days ago, the heart of the flower suddenly grew blood red." Uncle Cui also said to Summer in a puzzled tone.

"No, you're not going to be a man, are you?" Summer said with a sly smile.

"yes. I'll bury you after dinner. Uncle Cui also joked with Summer. He laughed for a moment, his face became serious again, and said, "I accidentally broke my hand when I was pruning it the other day. The blood on my hands dripped onto the petals, do you think it was because of this? ”

"Yes, yes, then you have to be careful." Summer smiled evilly and teased Uncle Cui.

After eating, Xia accompanied Uncle Cui on the sofa watching TV and chatting, because he was a little tired from work these days, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep on the sofa. When he woke up again, it was already the middle of the night. He sat on the sofa and looked out the window, and the gentle night breeze blew into the room with a slight coolness. The moonlight tonight is good, and the white moonlight is sprinkled on the white camellia, and the flowers bloom more vividly.

In summer, I inadvertently found that the bouquet of white camellia moves with the wind and the moonlight, and the petals are always completely illuminated by the moonlight. He felt strange and muttered to himself, "Isn't it supposed to be open during the day?" ”

Summer turned around his head, and just when he wanted to get up and leave, the door to Uncle Cui's bedroom opened.

"Grandpa Cui, get up and pee?" Summer asked, half-jokingly.

Uncle Cui didn't answer Summer, and the whole person stumbled to the windowsill as if he was sleepwalking, and stopped in front of the white camellia.

"Grandpa Cui, what are you doing?" Summer felt strange and asked again.

Uncle Cui still didn't answer Summer, after standing in front of the white camellia and shaking it from side to side for a while, he raised his left hand to the white camellia petals and stretched out his index finger, and when he raised his right hand, Summer found that he was holding a knife in his hand, and the bright blade of the knife was shining in the moonlight.

"Uncle Cui......" Summer shouted worriedly, and before he could get up and stop him, Uncle Cui cut his index finger with a knife, and the blood flowing from his index finger dripped on the petals of the white camellia, so that the white camellia bloomed more brightly, bigger, and more vigorous.

Three drops of blood, after three drops of blood dripped from Uncle Cui's index finger, the blood stopped, the wound was magically healed, and Uncle Cui returned to the bedroom to continue sleeping like a fine person.

After Uncle Cui returned to the bedroom, Summer walked up to the white camellia and stretched out his hand to touch the petals. The strange thing is that just now he really saw that Uncle Cui had three drops of blood dripping on the petals, but now he didn't feel any blood when he touched it, and the blood red on the petals seemed to be innate.

In the summer, I thought that Uncle Cui was sleepwalking and dripping blood on the petals, so that it was illuminated into a scene like a white camellia, but now it seems that he guessed wrong. He originally decided to go back to his home to rest, but now he decided to stay, and asked Uncle Cui for clarification the next morning. (To be continued.) )