[Nie Wei] Coffee Shop

7. Flower spit

At 55:[-] in the afternoon, Gai Nie came to the community coffee shop, and Wei Zhuang had already arrived.

Wei Zhuang was wearing a black close-fitting shirt, leaning lazily on the white sofa chair in the coffee shop, holding a cat in his hand, holding a piece of dog's tail grass and dangling in front of it, teasing for fun.

At this time, the sun has set and the temperature has dropped. There are many old people and children who come out to enjoy the shade under the big tree at the entrance of the coffee shop. The regular customers nearby will stop here to buy a bowl of iced mung beans to cool off the heat. The bustle of others seems to be different from him irrelevant.

"Yo, senior brother." Wei Zhuang put down the cat and smiled, "I thought you wouldn't be able to find it here."

Tangshui House refers to the shop of the old man Tangshui. Because there is no signboard, the people nearby are calling it like this.Now that Tangshui House is gone, the only place Ge Nie can think of is this coffee shop at the former site of Tangshui House.

Gai Nie originally thought that Wei Zhuang was planning something, but Wei Zhuang acted that he was just asking him to have a meal.

The beef fried rice as a staple food is delicious and tender. After the meal, a bowl of rock sugar lotus seed lily white fungus made Gai Nie taste the nostalgic taste of the past: "It's delicious."

"Really? That's great!" The proprietress, who had been pricking her ears, cheered, and she was a little embarrassed: "But my craftsmanship is still not as good as grandma, so I can only make a fool of myself by doing this."

Gai Nie: "Madam Yang is your grandmother? Is she okay?"

Yang is the surname of the old man Tangshui.

"My grandma..."

"She has passed away. If you came back a year earlier, you might be able to meet her old man."

When Wei Zhuang's words fell to the ground, the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

Before Ge Nie could say anything to adjust the atmosphere, his mobile phone rang untimely.

"Hello, Tianming?"

"Don't worry, speak slowly."

"Miss Duanmu broke her leg. Are there any other adults around you? Where are you now?"

"Sorry Xiaozhuang, I have to go over now, there is something urgent."

"It's nothing, senior brother, you are a busy person, I understand."

Gaine left.

The unfinished bowl of rock sugar lotus seeds, lily, and tremella was quietly placed in front of Wei Zhuang, which made him feel sick suddenly. He covered his lips with his hands to cover up the sudden nausea and the accompanying severe cough.

He felt something being coughed out of his throat, and he opened his hand to see that it was a white rose.

Very beautiful, fresh as if just off the branch, the petals still moist with dew.

This flower was just the beginning, and more rose petals were coughing intermittently from the throat and drifting on the wooden floor.

He has been feeling uncomfortable in his throat for the past two days, and he has a foreign body sensation. He can't cough up or swallow. He probably caught a cold when the air conditioner was turned on recently, but it didn't get better after taking the medicine. He originally planned to go to the hospital for a visit these two days, but He would never have thought that something like this would be in his throat.

"The flower language of the white rose is that I am enough to match you." The proprietress watched Wei Zhuang spit out the petals without any surprise. No, maybe she was a little surprised, but it couldn't make any waves.

"you know?"

"Yes, I know." She carried the broom and skillfully swept those delicate white roses into the trash can: "Mr. Wei, have you ever heard of flower vomiting?"

Wei Zhuang used his laptop to look up the term flower vomiting, and the information that popped up on the page was not much different from what the proprietress said.

Because patients with this disease will spit flowers from their mouths, it is called flower vomiting syndrome.

Exactly when the haemorrhoids appeared is not known, but according to some, they have not been present for more than five years at the most.

Well, who knows?But when some young people miss or have a deep attachment to a person but cannot get a response, they will suffer from flower vomiting.They will spit out flowers from their mouths, and those who touch the petals will be infected and become carriers of the virus.

Bitter love is the soil, and the petals [pathogens] are the seeds. Only when the two exist in one body will the disease occur.

The seeds are moistened by the soil, take root from the heart, germinate and grow, the branches and leaves spread in the blood vessels, the flowers bloom in the throat, and wither between the lips and teeth.Quietly replacing the parasitized person, talking about the unspoken love.

And each petal spit out by the patient with flower vomiting is formed by the coagulation of blood in the body. According to the individual's physical fitness, the petals wither for a long time. When the petals are completely withered, the patient dies immediately.

"This time, calculated from the first blooming, will not exceed three months."

Flower vomiting is not a incurable disease, as long as the patient and the person he admires are in love with each other, they will be cured.

"But if it's so easy, how can someone fall in love with each other?"

The mortality rate of flower emesis is as high as 80.00%.

"Flowering sickness - death of love."

The young proprietress just sat across from Wei Zhuang and talked indifferently, not as quiet as her, with subtle pity and silent understanding in her eyes.

——How much do you like that person?

The blue light of the laptop dimmed, Wei Zhuang supported his forehead, and slowly slumped on the sofa. Many roses of the same color fell on the white porcelain floor in front of the sofa.

When Wei Zhuang fell in love with Gai Nie, he himself didn't know.

It's just that when I realized it was already deep in the mud.

It's really self-inflicted, let alone the blooming flowers around me, but I love a tree, and now I want to hang myself on it.

Gai Nie first rushed to the accident site and sent Ms. Duanmu to the hospital. Fortunately, it was just a slight concussion, bone fracture and sprain. It looked serious, but after a few more days of recuperation, the bones would be fine.Then he informed the parents of the children to take the children back. By the time the children were picked up by their parents one by one, it was already past 11:30 in the evening.

At midnight, only street lamps and coffee shop lights were on in the community.

Seeing the warm bright yellow lights of the coffee shop, Ge Nie wanted to go in and have a look.

Wei Zhuang must have gone back, even Gai Nie, who knew this in his heart, still wanted to go in and have a look.

It was so late, there was no one in the coffee shop, even the puppies were asleep, the sound of Ge Nie pushing the glass door was very clear in the silence.

"If you ask Mr. Wei Zhuang, he has already gone back."

The proprietress’ voice came from the kitchen, and Ge Nie suddenly felt that it was against the law. He walked into the kitchen and saw the proprietress standing in front of the kitchen sink. There was a glass jar of platycodon flowers in the sink, and the edges of some platycodon flowers had turned yellow. volume, but the bright purple soaked in water still gives people the illusion that life is so bright and vivid.

However, what made Gai Nie silent was not the beautiful, almost enchanting Kikyo, but the expression of the proprietress.

She was weeping, she didn't have a sad face, she didn't cry out, but her eyes were red quietly, she was crying continuously in front of a vat of platycodon.

"Sorry for letting you see such a gaffe."

"What happened?"

"It's nothing," she said, and sighed in a light voice: "Who doesn't have a little bit of old stuff in his heart?"

At this moment, the lively and happy little proprietress of the coffee shop has disappeared, and now sitting here is only a woman whose skin is peeling off and who is deeply sad.

"A lot of people don't know the feelings of those who are left behind or rejected."

"It was an unspeakable sadness, even just looking at it made me cry."