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When Wenying and Wang Zhimo separated that day, the atmosphere between the two was unusually dull.

Wang Zhimo saw that the hormone stimulation had faded, and Wen Ying, who had returned to his usual ordinary face, hadn't recovered until now. He only coughed lightly, and then muttered in a bit embarrassingly,

"Mu, if you still feel that this person is not treating you like this because he likes you... Then I really have to wonder if you will be 24 this year... But as a friend, I have to emphasize, what exactly is my love for you?" I don’t have any opinion on finding a man and a woman. As long as you see the right way, the species, man and woman are not important... So, you can repay the love debt from wherever you provoked it, and ask for blessings. Good luck, brother..."

He didn't dare to look at the expression on Wen Ying's face when he said this, Wang Zhimo, who was born to yell, opened the car door decisively and ran away after finishing speaking.

And Wen Ying slowly raised his eyes after seeing him leave. After a long time, he silently recalled what Jiang Shanglu said to him on the phone just now, but lowered his eyes in confusion for a long time.

"Eh, Major? What do you do at this late hour?"

Mu Xiao's voice on the phone sounded a bit puzzled, obviously he didn't expect Wen Ying to call him suddenly at such a late hour, but Wen Ying on the other end only hummed softly, and after thinking about it, he asked in a steady voice,

"Now, are you free to help me find the historical household registration files of Opium Poppy?"

"Opium... opium poppy? Oh, yes, wait a minute."

When Mu Xiao heard this, he was obviously a little surprised and asked back. He didn't understand why Wen Ying would suddenly investigate the information of this rather rare plant, but he still didn't neglect his actions, and directly turned on his computer to start. Enter the headquarters household registration system to adjust files.

And with the help of his own special investigation authority, Mu Xiao, who had his head in front of the computer, lowered his head and carefully checked the national implant-like human household registration records for nearly 80 years, then frowned thoughtfully and muttered for a long time road,

"Well, I checked here. In the past 80 years, there have been six transitional opium poppy implants in humans across the country, but because of the addictive and harmful nature of this highly poisonous plant , Most of them will have their own mental abnormalities and crazy killing behaviors in the early stages of growth."

"In addition, planting opium poppies in our country is an illegal act. Although our local planting office does not stipulate this way, the survival probability of this plant is still very small because of this, so the ones that can live to the maximum age that I can find here , is a female opium poppy that entered the flowering period in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, but she did not succeed in surviving in the end, and only lived to be 17 years old..."

"So, there isn't even one who lives to adulthood?"

"Yes, no, all of them died when they were underage, because it is impossible to survive... After all, if you want to survive the initial death period, you must first overcome the poppy flower's reaction to it. Addiction is also caused by itself. This is a process that is doomed to be very tortured and terrible. It is as difficult and painful as human beings quitting drugs. You can’t touch things you really like, but if you don’t touch them, you will become more and more thirsty, and finally go crazy completely. I lost my mind... It is said that most of these poppy flower implants died of suicide and self-mutilation, and some even raised a knife to kill their relatives who refused to give them that food simply because they wanted to eat something too much..."

Mu Xiao's answer made Wen Ying frowned first, and then he unconsciously remembered Jiang Shanglu's usual strange living habits that he had noticed some time ago.

In fact, the oranges that I really like but never touch, the self-disciplined daily work and rest time as if I am completing a task, the various wounds on my nails with unknown origins, and the habit of always hiding in front of others... Pain and sadness .

The innate tragic fate of the plant opium poppy originally made him destined to die step by step, but this person really relied on his own willpower to survive bit by bit.

His calmness and strength may not be innate, after all, when he was admitted to that dark mental hospital, he was just a boy who hadn't really grown up yet.

It is only because he has been struggling to save himself day after day on the verge of madness and death in the past ten years, that he has become such a Mr. Jiang who is just a look full of menace, which makes people a little daunting.

And when I think of the stupid things that such a mature man who obviously has the most rational judgment ability, who is at the top of the power but can still handle all kinds of temptations properly, is sitting alone in the car Inside Wen Ying's expression suddenly became complicated.

"I see... Let's go to the unit tomorrow to explain in detail, you rest first."

It is rare to hang up the phone with Mu Xiao in a hurry. Wen Ying is not in a good mood at the moment. He has been running around outside for many years in the past few years. In fact, the time he really stayed in this city is actually is very little.

So in the dead of night, when he wants to think carefully about some problems that are bothering him, the places he can go are very limited. After thinking for a long time, Wen Ying finally decided to drive his own unit to ration him. The car in my car ran all the way to Xiaoshan, which is quite far from the suburbs.

Xiaoshan has always been well-known in this city. Although the name of this mountain sounds a bit ordinary, in the eyes of everyone, it is already a geomantic treasure land with a market value of over [-] million.

The reason for this is not only because of the outstanding location of the huge mountain itself, but also because a large number of endangered plants under national key protection grow on the entire Xiaoshan Mountain. It may not be possible to find such a complete treasure trove of plants.

For this reason, the government has always adopted an attitude of vigorous support and assistance, and specifically stipulated that the use of open flames and smoking are not allowed within 200 meters of Xiaoshan to prevent possible problems such as mountain fires.

Since the owner of Xiaoshan passed away ten years ago, it has been in a semi-open state. The botanical museum built by the original owner of Xiaoshan at the foot of the mountain can be visited for free by tourists, and nearby primary and secondary schools can also be opened in some open areas. Do some Arbor Day tree planting.

However, under such a premise, few people know that Xiao Shan’s first owner is actually Wen Ying’s grandfather Xiao Ao, and his second owner is his mother Xiao Hong. Now that the two elders have passed away, this Xiao Shan The right to belong to Wen Ying completely belongs to Wen Ying alone.

"Master Wen, you...why did you come here so late by yourself?"

According to local regulations, as soon as any vehicle enters the foothills of Xiaoshan Mountain, it must undergo strict video surveillance. People who drive here at such a late night seem a bit strange, so the two patrol rangers on duty see Wang also hurried out from the rest room at the foot of the mountain to check the situation.

When they saw Wen Ying who had parked the car and walked down slowly, both of them were obviously relieved. After putting away the air gun in their hands and rushing up to say hello, Wen Ying rushed to the two of them to work here. There were also four or five years, so the forest ranger who knew him nodded and said lightly,

"I'm here to take a look around, you guys go to rest."

"...Okay, you also pay attention to safety at night."

Obviously full of respect for Wen Ying, the two middle-aged forest rangers saw that he obviously didn't want to be disturbed at the moment, so they went straight back to their house not far away.

Seeing this, Wen Ying saw that they had all disappeared, and then retracted his gaze. After he hiked up the mountain alone in the dark, and walked slowly through a large dense big-leaf tree, he came to a In these years, almost no other person has entered the hiding place except him.

As far as the eye can see, compared with other places in Xiaoshan, this place is much more desolate and desolate. There is no beautiful flower sea, and there are no strange-looking fruits. No.

However, in the depths of a lawn that is growing at an astonishing speed, two tombstones, one tall and one short, still attract people's attention. When Wen Ying walked over slowly, she bent down to help pull out some weeds around the two tombstones. Finally, the tall and thin young man opened his mouth silently for a long time.

"Grandpa, Mom."

In the quiet and lonely forest, there is no voice to answer him, just like the past years, no matter whether it is the teenager Wen Ying who came up with a schoolbag to deal with weeds for them as soon as school is over, or the now young Wen Ying , he would come here alone when encountering troubles that he still couldn't solve, and stay alone for a while.

"She's your mother! She's almost gone now, can't you cry? Do you have a conscience? I wonder how Tianming gave birth to a natural white-eyed wolf like you!"

The man's loathing and resentful accusations gradually penetrated the distant memory. Because she was still young, Wen Ying, who always had her head down and a stiff face, stood silently beside the pale hospital bed, staring straight at him with her dark eyes. Looking at the frightened and skinny mother on the hospital bed, her face was expressionless and she looked quite indifferent.

Obviously, I should be extremely sad in my heart, but let alone tears on my young face, I can't even express a trace of sadness.

In fact, he really misses his mother, but he really can't cry, and he doesn't quite understand why everyone is crying and sad.

Joy and sadness seemed to him very strange and complicated things, and his clumsy and dull heart could not immediately comprehend them, so he could only stare blankly at his mother amidst the disgusting scolding from his father and others, for a long time. Only then pulled the sleeve of the woman on the hospital bed and asked softly.

"You...will you come back?"

"I will come back... Aying... Mom won't leave you... Didn't I tell you a long time ago... Mom is just like grandpa... just temporarily planted in the soil, as long as you keep... Keep watering us all the time, and in the coming spring, grandpa and I... will be able to sprout again... and then come back to look for our Aying..."

The woman looked gentle and beautiful when she was speaking intermittently. The little Wen Ying nodded earnestly when she heard it, and then assured her seriously ill mother in a low voice like a silly little wooden stake,

"I will remember to water you every day."

This promise seemed to be said to herself, and it seemed to be said to her mother. Xiao Hong on the hospital bed smiled faintly when she heard the words, but when she tried to raise her hand to touch her only child, she stopped embarrassingly. Slowly fell back on the bed, and there was no more movement after that.

Xiao Hong, who died in winter, was buried in the Xiao family cemetery in Xiaoshan, where her father was buried in the same place. Wen Ying never shed a single tear for her mother amidst her father's abuse. Every day, he came here silently to weed and water, and his stubborn and dull heart only remembered the last words his mother said to him.

Unfortunately, one winter passed, and when spring came, his mother didn't germinate and came back to look for him.

Wen Ying, who was still young, was a little dazed when he saw this, so he could only work harder to go up the mountain to water every day, but when the summer of this year passed and autumn followed, and another winter was coming, one day Wen Ying Finally, when he came to live in his new home, his elder brother Wen Rong, who was two years older than him, heard such sarcastic and vicious words.

"Only an idiot would believe such a thing. Your mother died a long time ago, and people are buried in the soil to rot alive when they die. Your bitch mother has long since rotted in the soil and was eaten by bugs. Here now It's my mother and my home, an idiot like you should get out early, do you hear me, Wen Ying, get out of here quickly..."

Wen Rong's words sounded very unpleasant, but indeed, he successfully taught the fool Wen Ying a very correct truth.

When a person dies and is buried in the soil, it will never grow back.

No matter how hard Wen Ying tried to water the water, he couldn't wait for his mother.

But Wen Ying understood this truth too late, because when he suddenly realized that this incident made him sad and even wanted to cry, he found that his mother was long gone.

And on that cold night near the beginning of winter, Wen Rong, who had insulted her mother, left home alone, and Wen Ying, who was dressed thinly, curled up in front of the tombstones of her mother and grandfather for a whole night.

When the forest rangers on Xiaoshan found him the next day and carried Wen Ying, who was covered with a high fever, to a nearby hospital, after a terrible high fever that almost killed him, the body that was already in Wen Ying's body The buds that showed signs of germination were completely frostbitten and withered.

——Even in the next ten years, he really never sprouted again.

If it wasn't because he met Jiang Shanglu by mistake some time ago, even Wen Ying herself wouldn't believe that he would really sprout again.

After finally recovering from these distant memories of her own, Wen Ying lowered her head expressionlessly and looked at her smiling mother on the tombstone for a while, and after a long time, she gently opened her mouth in a thoughtful tone.

"Not long ago, I met someone."

"A person who is a bit special, but should not be a bad person."

"He's the kind of person who doesn't need sympathy at all, but when I see him sad, I can't help but empathize."

"He is very strange, he will deliberately ask me a lot of things in my private life, and then take the time to understand and please me. I didn't understand why he did this before, but I just found out."

"He used to like me."

The voice came to an abrupt end here, Wen Ying's ears turned a little red under the moonlight, and even though she pretended to be calm in front of others, but in front of her real family, Wen Ying still treated this kind of I was a little embarrassed by the unfamiliar emotional appeal, so after calming down, Wen Ying, who was in a complicated mood, thought about it and then said,

"What he likes is me who doesn't have any sparkle in the eyes of others. I don't quite understand what he thinks."

"But I know that his feelings are very serious and special, and he can't stand a little bit of disrespect."

"It's not that I really don't understand anything, I just feel that an ordinary person like me may be like the kind of land that is born barren, no matter how much he has done for me, I can't open it." The flowers he wants can't bear the fruit he wants, and all that's left for him in the end is regret..."

The words in the mouth of the tall and thin young man seemed sincere and sincere. Along the way, he was seriously thinking about how he should face Jiang Shanglu and his feelings for him. It's too much to pretend to be confused when you already know it.

But he is such a person who is naturally dull and a bit indifferent. It is difficult for him to understand such things as joy, sadness and even heartbeat.

So at this moment, facing his mother's tombstone, he finally poured out all the hesitation and doubts in his heart, even though he knew that there would be no answer, but when a breeze blew, he was immersed in this silent hearing alone. Suddenly felt a few withered leaves falling on his shoe.

There are a few scattered flowers in the grass. I don’t know who planted them in what year and what month, but the petals are bright red and delicate, and they bloom quite beautifully.

And when Wen Ying, who was looking at these flowers, bent down subconsciously, he suddenly remembered who planted these unknown flowers, and he also remembered that one day when his mother was still alive, he brought him to the mountain. When planting these flowers, walk forward with him and smile at what he said to him.

……

【Mom, I don't know how to grow flowers...】

[If you don't know how to plant it, don't you plant it?There is always something to learn. 】

【Then... what if I can't grow anything? 】

【You silly boy, if you don’t plant the seeds first, how can something grow out of it... You have to remember, no matter how barren the land is, as long as you are willing to take good care of it, no matter how long you have to wait, Your flowers will be willing to bloom for you, because when he was a seed, the first thing he saw was you, and you gave him life, so he belongs to you completely, and you also belong to him completely. After he grows out, you will recognize him at a glance...]

【Because at that time, he was blooming in your heart, a flower in your heart that only belonged to you. 】