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The buildings in Flower Box are basically white, and the walls are stained with old dust, making the small complex appear an old, seasoned beige color under the blue sky.

Ye Kong pushed Wen Can to the window of the security booth and stopped: "This was my base when I was a child."

Wen Can thought he would go straight inside, but he stopped at the first level. He looked at the two green glass windows with some surprise: "Here? You worked part-time as a security guard when you were a kid?"

"Yes, when there are few people, those who are capable should do more work."

Ye Kong was about to push the person into the small house, but he suddenly stopped at the last step and asked politely, "Do you want to take a look?"

Wen Can: ...

Mr. Wen, whose personal freedom was completely controlled by the girl behind him, could only gently say, "I want to."

So Ye Kong pushed him in with satisfaction.

The wheelchair bumped over the threshold. After Wen Can steadied himself, he looked up and saw a wall full of flowers.

There was clearly no wind, yet it seemed as if a strong wind was howling from afar, sweeping freely and wildly across the vast blue sky, blowing colorful flowers all over people's eyes and bodies.

Wen Can stood there in a daze, but the image of the sea and whale that magically appeared in the coffee shop overnight automatically emerged in his mind.

The long fingers on the armrest trembled convulsively.

It was an indescribable huge shock from the bottom of my heart - like someone who had been wallowing in the mud of this turbid world for many years suddenly having clear and transparent water drip into his turbid pupils.

He even subconsciously looked away, barely raised the corners of his lips and said something he didn't even understand: "Are you really a magician? No matter where you are, you have to leave a magic mark to prove that you have been there?"

If Ye Kong was more sensitive to people's emotions, he might have noticed something wrong with the man at this moment.

It's a pity that she is now busy feeling the "pride" that comes only once in a decade.

"I know you're complimenting me."

The girl raised an eyebrow and said, "But I've heard thousands of compliments that are even more exaggerated. Yours is nothing."

Wen Can: ...

is it?

He looked at the girl's curved lips reflected in the glass and thought, your expression doesn't say that.

After coming out of the security booth, Ye Kong pushed him to the backyard again.

When they passed the teaching building on the way, she asked Wen Can to look inside.

"When I was a kid, I took classes here and I always sat in the last row because I often slept late."

She pointed to the corner of the classroom and said, "There are also some of my graffiti on the wall over there. It was originally very beautiful, but then these little brats added a lot of messy little people drawings, and it's so ugly now."

Passing by the canteen for children, she introduced it to Wen Can: "I also ate here when I was a child, but I was always late, so I couldn't eat hot food. The person in charge of the canteen at that time was not Aunt Chen now, but... Grandma."

She always called Dean Sun "old man" and rarely called him "grandpa", but when she mentioned Dean Sun's deceased partner, she would directly call him "grandma".

"After she noticed it, she started to save some food for me." The girl compared the size of the lunch box with her hands. "It's not a big lunch box, but it has a lot of food. I often leave all the vegetables. She scolded me many times, saying that I'm picky about food and won't grow tall."

Wen Can looked at the table and stool in the window and subconsciously asked her: "But you are still very picky about food now."

"..." Ye Kong paused, and when he spoke again, he had already pushed the wheelchair over, "Because she doesn't have much time to take care of me."

The girl said calmly, "Sun Chi, that is, their son, passed away, so they left Hua He and returned to their hometown to live."

Wen Can was stunned for a moment, and before he could remember who this person was, they had already arrived at the next "attraction".

……

After seeing enough of Ye Kong's memories and the flowers that covered the walls and the house, the wheelchair finally stopped in the spacious and empty yard.

The Flower Box was surprisingly quiet today. No sounds of children playing and fighting could be heard. Even the rhythm of their breathing became clear.

The wind blew the rocking chair in the yard, making a creaking sound.

Ye Kong's steps slowed down and then stopped, and her eyes became more and more thoughtful.

Wen Can didn't know when he started to remain silent, and he didn't speak until now.

"really weird."

Ye Kong suddenly asked: "Why would I take you around here like a tour guide?"

She didn't seem to be asking Wen Can, but rather asking herself. Her eyes were fixed on the void, and she looked thoughtful.

"I've never had such a strong desire to talk, or to share, before?" She pushed Wen Can to the opposite side of the rocking chair and stopped, then she slowly walked around him and sat down on the chair with her legs crossed.

She leaned forward, propped up her face, and stared at Wen Can, her eyes seeming to penetrate him and see through his thoughts.

"I always agree that my past has nothing to do with anyone. Everything is in my own box, and I have never had the desire to open the box and show my memories to others, but I told you a lot today."

She asked: "Why?"

Like a studious child, she asked again, "Why am I so special to you alone?"

Wen Can: ...

His pupils were as dark as the abyss, and all the surges or obscurities were concealed beneath the calm surface.

Just when he was about to say something, the girl suddenly came closer.

"You are indeed very good-looking, exactly to my taste—but it's not like I haven't seen other looks that suit my taste."

The way she stared at Wen Can was like a researcher staring at a test subject he was studying, and none of her questions required answers from the test subject - she just talked to herself.

"But other people are like statues that suit my aesthetic taste. I won't want to talk to a statue just because it's so pretty, nor will I..."

As she spoke, the girl was getting closer and closer to him, until the man had to lean back against the back of his chair, and then she stopped.

Ye Kong stared straight into Wen Can's eyes with his pure, dark eyes, and said without a trace of desire: "And I want to kiss it."

She said: "But now, I just want to kiss you."

Wen Can: ...

The man's pupils remained expressionless, but they slowly tightened uncontrollably.

And Ye Kong actually asked seriously: "Can I kiss you?"

"..."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

She had already moved closer before she finished her words.

The slightly cool and soft lips unexpectedly fell on the man's cheek.

Wen Can leaned back suddenly, and the back of his head even hit the wheelchair with a dull thud, which scared Ye Kong.

She stood up—or rather jumped up.

"Why are you reacting so strongly?" she said a little embarrassedly, "Doesn't this make me look like a hooligan?"

Wen Can: ...

What you are doing is not much different from being a hooligan.

The man ignored the pain in the back of his head, and tried to ignore the overly clear feeling on his face that seemed to be burning all the blood in his body.

"You sit first."

He raised his hand and uttered a gentle command in a mature and steady voice, also to guard against Ye Kong from launching another surprise attack.

The girl looked at him, curled her lips, and sat down in the rocking chair again. She leaned back against the chair and made a creaking sound. "I hate it most when others give me orders."

Having said that, she still sat steadily, but her eyes glanced at Wen Can, with a hint of coldness and curiosity, and her tone was the same.

"Uncle Wen, tell me, I am so special to you, am I in love with you?"