Goodbye, Seoul

Shengli returned home with a bunch of daisies in his arms, but just as he opened the door, he ran into Quan Zhilong head-on.He was obviously taken aback by this scene, and stood there with his mouth slightly open.Shengli turned the flower aside to reveal his head. Seeing Quan Zhilong like this, he thought he must like it, so he said:

"Is it good? I saw it in your painting, so I just bought this."

"Ah...it looks good, let's put it in the studio."

Quan Zhilong came to his senses, and rubbed his nose unnaturally to avoid Victory's gaze. He was going to go out to work in the recording studio, but now he has no desire to go out at all.His mind was full of Sheng Sheng holding the daisy with his head sideways, like a gift, oh no, the person holding the flower was originally a gift for Quan Zhilong.

Victory nodded and walked to the studio, which is Quan Zhilong's favorite place besides the composition studio. He loves the retro graffiti style from decades ago. It didn't match the current fashion at all, but Quan Zhilong Being persistent like this all the time has really brought up a retro style in the art world.Shengli carefully went over those bottles and jars, put the bunch of daisies into a flat round vase, took out the nutrient solution from the cabinet below, and went in.

After finishing it, Shengli looked around the studio. There are many works of Quan Zhilong here, but none of them have been moved to the exhibition. He only occasionally took pictures and posted them on the Internet when he was in a good mood. This is unique to Quan Zhilong. space.He remembered the first time he opened the door of the studio, there were paint pots all over the floor, and many traces of paint on the floor, which were obviously hard to wipe off. Those drawing boards were stacked one by one against the wall, and some even There is a thin layer of dust in the corners.

After a quick scan, Shengli immediately set off to pack up. He piled up the paint cans where they should be, separated into two piles of unpacked ones and leftover piles, and thoughtfully sorted them by color, and then he started to tidy them up. Those canvases and easels.

It was at this time that Shengli saw the painting full of daisies for the first time. He didn't know why, but his eyes lingered on that painting for a few more seconds. Those were the few realistic paintings that Quan Zhilong rarely had. , he didn't use those exaggerated color schemes, it seemed that he was simply depicting the appearance of the flower fields in his imagination.

When Shengli was spraying cleaner on the floor to break down those paint residues, Quan Zhilong came in. The expression on his face made Shengli realize that he might be scrapped in a second.

"Do not move!"

Quan Zhilong walked up to him quickly and took away the detergent in his hand. He was very angry, but he had nothing to do with the bionic man in front of him. After all, his program was to clean the room, and he didn't tell him not to enter here , Quan Zhilong seemed to suffer from being dumb, and finally had no choice but to wave his hand to let him go.

"Next time I don't need to clean this room..."

"Ok sir."

But until now, Shengli still doesn't know why this room is so important to him, so he has no choice but to carefully maintain the original appearance of the studio, not daring to leave most of his footprints.The studio was connected to the backyard, so Shengli stepped into the backyard of his house. He had already tidied it up, but the whole backyard was empty except for grass.

Quan Zhilong wanted to come to the studio to see where he put the flowers, but found that the door leading to the backyard was open, so he followed to the backyard, Sheng Sheng turned and asked him:

"Mr. Quan, I bought daisy seeds, should I plant them in the backyard?"

Quan Zhilong remembered that his backyard seemed to have planted something on a whim, but after the victory came, there was only grass left. The reason was that those things had already withered. Now it seems that there is no monotonous atmosphere at all, so he Roughly draw a range, tell the victory is planted in this area.

Shengli found the tools he needed from the warehouse, and started to sow seeds in earnest. Quan Zhilong was lying on the recliner under the eaves, drinking a drink and watching him work against the sun. In this hot weather, there should be only The bionic man could stand it, Quan Zhilong complained in his heart.He sighed helplessly and said to Victory:

"I remember when I was a kid my mom used to say that daisies had to be planted in the fall, and where is fall now..."

Victory squatted on the ground and raised his head when he heard his emotion.Due to a series of environmental problems such as global warming, the entire earth has gradually lost the two seasons of spring and autumn. Summer is extremely hot and winter is extremely cold, but both are long and difficult.He looked at the seeds in his hand and said to Quan Zhilong:

"But now that many plants have been modified to survive in any season, and the growth time has been shortened, and people don't have to wait long to see it bloom and bear fruit, wouldn't it be nice?"

Quan Zhilong thought of the flower on the dining table when they met for the first time, it was obviously about to wither, but Shengli only dripped a drop of growth fluid and soon came back happily.Quan Zhilong put down the drink in his hand and said to him:

"If you don't wait, how can you cherish them?"

Similarly, did humans help the transformed plants from extinction?Or just imitations made after they went extinct?No one can tell, because everyone is no longer what they used to be, just like those humans who are now equipped with bionic prostheses, making themselves more and more like robots, and finally don't even know who they are.

Victory nodded in agreement, there is indeed a similar description in human psychology, and similar to it is the psychology of cherishing lost things more.Quan Zhilong couldn't stand the outdoor temperature even in the shadows. He was very afraid of the heat, so he started to go back to the house, but Shengli suddenly stood up and asked him:

"Then do you cherish them?"

Quan Zhilong blocked the light with his hands, and squinted to see the dirt on his hands and gloves. His tone seemed to have some innocent elements that made Quan Zhilong amused. He seemed to be saying to himself: I worked so hard to stand up. Do you not cherish the flowers planted by the sun?Quan Zhilong deliberately thought for a few seconds and then said to him:

"Yes, because you planted it."