The wall is perfect

The nine-tailed fox has been a spirit beast since its birth, the most spiritual existence in the demon world, and it has a human form from the very beginning. He has never suffered from the training of other monsters. He should also taste all the ups and downs that should be tasted.

The old man hunched over and hugged the little fox in his arms. He didn't say anything, but just patted its head. Looking back, he saw Du Cheng in the shadow, and bowed deeply to Du Cheng.

Du Cheng beckoned, his face was calm, "Tell me, what will happen to them in the future?" He looked down at the little flower bud on his chest, then opened his eyes wide, held the little flower bud in his palm and observed it carefully.

grown up.

It's just a little bit, but it's grown up.

Du Cheng held up the little flower buds and let the sun shine on his hands. He squinted his eyes and smiled. Sure enough, basking in the sun is useful.

There are more unremarkable flower shops in the city. The boss is thin and likes to wear a hat. He always sits under the sun, squinting his eyes and basking in the sun like a cat. When a customer comes, he doesn’t get up and points to the sign at the door. ——Price clearly marked, pay by yourself.

Some guests suspected that the boss might be dumb, so they felt sympathetic and called their friends to take care of the boss's business.

The company is going to hold an annual meeting, and a carload of people come to buy flowers, but the boss still does the same, stretching out his hand lazily.

It was cold, so he still didn't wear much, a thin overcoat, a black hat on top of his head, and gloves on his hands.

Some people were curious, and peeked at him while holding the flowers, and found that the boss was quite romantic, and pinned a small golden flower on his heart, the gold color was very pure, not tacky at all, it looked like a very beautiful brooch from a distance, When the wind blew, the petals swayed with the wind. Only then did the man realize that the boss had a real flower in his heart.

Unfortunately, she searched around in the store but couldn't find the same style.

A colleague said that the boss was a deaf-mute, and she was too embarrassed to ask, so she just said "Happy New Year" to the boss before leaving.

"Happy New Year."

The clean and bright voice came to her ears, and the girl turned her head in surprise.

The boss was sitting on the recliner, with the brim of his hat pressed down on his entire face, as if he had fallen asleep.

The girl got in the car and said to the colleague who called her, "The owner of this flower shop doesn't seem to be dumb."

"What are you talking about Xiaoye," said the colleague, "I'm a frequent visitor here, and I haven't heard a word from him."

"But he seemed to say Happy New Year to me just now..." The girl blinked her eyes with a puzzled face.

The colleague in the back row laughed, "It's over, it seems that the boss is not dumb, he just doesn't care about you, he looks so ugly, reflect on yourself."

"As far as your conduct is concerned, who is to blame—"

There was a lot of noise in the car, Ye Mingzhu leaned on the window and turned her head, the car had already driven far away from the flower shop, she could only see a vague black shadow, for some reason, she felt that black figure was very familiar, There is a reassuring force.

"Hey, Xiaoye, did you go back to your hometown after the annual meeting?"

"Well, my parents have come to pick me up. After the annual meeting, I will play here for two days before going back together."

"Look, the little girl is just a pain in the ass. My parents spoil her like eyeballs."

……

"You've lived a good life," Du Cheng said to Xiao Hua with his head bowed, "It's a pity that you haven't tasted her craft."

In this life, live well.

In the blink of an eye, it was Chinese New Year, and many shops in the urban area were closed one after another. The flower shop was still open, and it didn't close until the New Year's Eve.

There is a small room behind the flower shop, and Du Cheng sleeps in it.

It was Chinese New Year, he went to the underworld to have a look, everything was fine, the body Sanshengshi was working hard, and many couples got married.

Afraid that the environment would affect Xiaohua, she hurried back.

In the past two years in the world, the buds have grown into florets, and the growth rate is quite gratifying. Du Cheng is very happy, and he made a hot pot meal for himself during the New Year, mainly for convenience and trouble.

The induction cooker was steaming hot. Du Cheng set up two wine glasses and poured two glasses of wine.

"Do you drink?"

Xiao Hua remained silent.

Du Cheng smiled, put the little flower beside the wine glass, and poured himself a drink.

The gala is being played lively on the TV.

The liveliness of the world.

The show was coming to an end, and Du Cheng was almost drunk. He put down his glass and looked at Xiaohua on the table.

He was a little drunk, he could feel it, his chest was warm, and his whole body was moving into his limbs, lazily, wanting to laugh uncontrollably.

He lay down on the table, supported by a single arm, leaned forward abruptly, and kissed his little flower.

"Happy New Year."

He said in a low voice.

The four words fell back to his ears, and there was no response in the empty room.

The corners of his mouth were forced to twitch, his eyes were a little hot, and the other hand hugged Xiao Hua on the table. Du Cheng raised his head, knocked the back of his head on the table, and lifted Xiao Hua in his hand.

The ceiling is intricately patterned, and Du Cheng held the small golden flowers around for a while, and his mind was spinning. He flew up lightly and quickly as if he was riding a roller coaster. The little flower landed on his lips.

"I ate you, okay?"

Du Cheng smirked and replied, "Not good."

The induction cooker was unplugged, and the heat dissipated a little bit.

Du Cheng just looked at the ceiling for a long time, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes into his hair.

"Why didn't you tell me not to cry?"

After Du Cheng finished speaking, he touched his lips, held up the little flower, sat up abruptly, shook his head like a dog in water, and said energetically, "Go, let's go to sleep!"

The cot was just behind the corner of the dining table.

Du Cheng was lying on the bed in his clothes, his hat was thrown aside, the room was filled with the smell of hot pot, which brought a bit of smoke to this deserted small room.

Du Cheng stuck Xiaohua to his heart, closed his eyes, curled up into a ball, and went to sleep, just sleep.

On the first day of the new year, Du Cheng got up very early. As soon as he woke up, he subconsciously touched the little flower in his heart.

This is a habit he has developed over the years.

With his eyes closed, he touched his heart with his palm for a long time, but he couldn't touch the familiar little flower with a temperature similar to that of the human body.

Du Cheng suddenly opened his eyes.

When he went to bed last night, he didn't take off his coat, and Xiao Hua was in the coat pocket.

He took off his coat and searched carefully, but couldn't find it.

Du Cheng was sweating on the top of his head, and continued to take off his shirt until he took off his whole body, but he still couldn't find the little flower.

Did it fall on the bed?

Du Cheng hurriedly started a carpet search on the bed.

"cough."

A childish cough sounded in the room.

Du Cheng froze when he heard the sound.

Shouldn't...

The thoughts in his mind were so crazy that Du Cheng was a little scared, afraid that it was just another hallucination of his own.

"are not you cold?"

A full four words.

The sound is clear and airy.

Du Cheng no longer doubted, and turned his head suddenly.

A child version of Ji Manzhai, carved in powder and jade, was standing less than half a meter away, with a serious face, hesitant eyes, and a suspicious blush floating on his small cheeks.

"Put on some clothes."

Du Cheng: "..."

According to where Ji Manzhai was standing, the scene he just saw was...

Du Cheng silently covered his bare buttocks.

Ji Manzhai: "I've seen it all."

Du Cheng: "..."

The picture of the crying reunion after a long absence did not appear in the imagination. Ji Manzhai was small and belonged to the height where he did not need to buy a ticket to go to the subway. He cleaned up the dining table for Du Cheng last night, and Du Cheng hid under the quilt in disgrace and put on his pants.

"When did you take shape?"

"Five minutes or so before you wake up."

Ji Manzhai held up the trash can with his small hands, and put away the leftover food scraps on the dining table, "Go and boil a pot of hot water for you, you drank a little too much last night."

"Yes, I drank too much last night." Du Cheng replied submissively. He put on his clothes and pants, curled up on the bed, and watched Ji Manzhai, a child, quickly tidy up the house and opened the front door It's time to get rid of the smell of hot pot, and then he stomped to the kitchen to the side, struggling to pour water from the kettle.

"No, no, I'll do it myself."

Du Cheng hurriedly jumped out of bed, didn't even have time to put on a pair of shoes, snatched the kettle from Ji Manzhai's hand, and poured water for himself.

"You've worked hard."

Du Cheng's hands trembled, and hot water spilled on the back of his hands. Fortunately, he was not an ordinary person, so he didn't get burned.

Putting the kettle aside, Du Cheng whispered, "When did you wake up?"

"Always awake."

Du Cheng stared at him condescendingly, "Then why are you ignoring me?!"

"Speaking takes a lot of energy and delays the transformation," Ji Manzhai said, with Du Cheng's aggrieved face reflected in his pupils, "I remember every word you said in my heart."

"Lie," Du Cheng interrupted, "What did I say on Chinese New Year last year?"

"I've talked a lot," Ji Manzhai said calmly, "You said, if the flowers don't bloom, it's probably because there's not enough fertilizer. If I make more bubbles in the toilet, maybe..."

The tight hug interrupted Ji Manzhai's next words.

Du Cheng knelt down and hugged him with astonishing strength. He leaned on his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Ji Manzhai...I miss you so much..."

The word miss seems extremely thin at this time.

What is more than missing between them?

Although he has been talking to Ji Manzhai alone for a long time, Du Cheng still has a lot to say and miss to talk to Ji Manzhai.

"I miss you as well……"

Du Cheng hugged Ji Manzhai without any image and cried.

After crying for nearly 10 minutes, he managed to stop his tears. He let go of Ji Manzhai, and saw two red lips in his teary eyes. When he got emotional, he stopped abruptly. He sucked his nose twice, and said in pain: " Why are you so small?" As she spoke, she cried even more sadly.

Ji Manzhai stroked Du Cheng's hair deeply, "It's still growing." His expression and tone were quite steady. The fly in the ointment was that he was less than 1.2 meters tall.

"How long will it grow..." Du Cheng cried while thinking about how long it took him to grow a small flower bud into a child after nearly five or sixty years.The more Du Cheng thought about it, the more sad he became, squatting in the kitchen and crying.

Ji Manzhai hugged his neck and patted the top of his head, "Don't cry, it will get better."

"You are too young...you are really too young..." Du Cheng couldn't hold back his tears at all.

Ji Manzhai: "..."

After returning from the Chinese New Year, the surrounding residents were surprised to find that the owner of the florist was not dumb, and he even had a child with him.

"Boss Du, this is..."

Du Cheng held Ji Manzhai's little hand. He just bought a thick down jacket for Ji Manzhai, a bright red one, with a big white fringe on the hat, which made Ji Manzhai's pink face even more lovely.

"My son." Du Cheng replied sadly.

"Hey, this is so beautiful, Boss Du, I didn't expect your son to be so old at such a young age..."

"Is it big?" Du Cheng lowered his head and glanced at Ji Manzhai. Ji Manzhai's face was flat, more deaf-mute than Du Cheng's before, "Too small."

Ji Manzhai: "..." I have a headache.