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000 yuan, I will definitely return it to you. "

He looked at the boy expectantly, and then revealed his real purpose: "So do you have 1000 that you can lend me?"

The boy's face showed that kind of stubborn anger: "You think I'm a fool."

Zhou Ziming immediately softened and sat upright, "No, I really have no money to go home, no, I can almost say that I am homeless, can you help me?"

"No, I don't lend money to others." Refused, blatantly refused. "Get out of the way, I'm getting out of the car."

Zhou Ziming stepped aside, but got out of the car right after him.

At this time, it was getting dark, there was a lot of traffic on the road, and the lights were turned on one by one.

Zhou Ziming yawned and shuffled, following the boy.

Finally, the boy turned his head impatiently, "When are you going to follow me?"

Zhou Ziming ran up like a dog's leg, "Please show kindness and help me. I have closed my eyes for a few days. Can you take me to sleep at your house? I have no money and I am not familiar with this area."

"Why should I take in a stranger to live in my house?" He still doesn't understand, he can't reason with people like Zhou Ziming.

Sure enough, Zhou Ziming said righteously: "How can you be a stranger? We took a car together, and you lent me a dollar. Is this an ordinary friendship? This is a one-yuan friendship. , we have cultivated for a hundred years to sleep together, we have practiced for fifty or sixty years in our previous life, and we have today's fate, how could we be strangers?"

"Sophistry!" The boy folded his arms and watched Zhou Ziming perform.

"What else can I say, even if you think I'm not close, but I lent you a dollar, didn't I? A stranger like me borrowed a dollar, can you rest assured? You don't worry, you definitely don't , then what should I do, I must be monitored and observed to prove whether I have the ability to pay back the money, whether I will pay back the money..."

The boy no longer wanted to waste time listening to him, and strode forward.

"Don't go, benefactor, I don't know your name yet, what's your name? My name is Zhou Ziming, tomorrow's Ming."

Zhou Ziming did not get an answer from him, but after a night of forced sleep at his house, he was kicked out of the house without waking up in the morning, with 100 yuan stuffed in his hand.

"Let's go." The seemingly unreasonable owner of the house said through the door.

Zhou Ziming laughed like a flower holding the money, "I will return it to you, benefactor."

"go!"

"Okay, but I don't know your name yet."

"you do not need to know."

"No, no, how can you not know the name of your benefactor?" Zhou Ziming's voice was so clear.

"Don't make noise." He couldn't bear to scold, "...Li Qian." He compromised.

"The money? The money of money, or the money of the future?"

"... pious pious."

……

Following this answer, these four words were repeated in Zhou Ziming's mind.

He was slapped awake in the taxi, in Li Qian's cold eyes, in that sentence without any warmth.

"arrive."

The author says:

I would like to dedicate this article to my little classmate Zhazhaxue, you are the only motivation for me to write down

6. Pansy

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"Ding dong?"

"Is anyone home?"

"Open Sesame?"

"Fast and fast?"

"Taishang Laojun..." Just as Zhou Ziming was about to recite his third mantra, the door opened.

Li Qian was wearing the same black for thousands of years. When he saw Zhou Ziming, his face was a little surprised: "Why are you?"

His home has never been visited by anyone, and the door panel has not been knocked more than ten times a year, but today it was exhausted by this unfamiliar person.Last time I saw that he was really lonely, so I let him stay for one night, and gave him 100 yuan to let him find his way out. Unexpectedly, less than a week later, this guy named Zhou Ziming came to his door again.

With a flattering, but extremely unbeatable smile.

"Aren't I here to pay back the money?" Zhou Ziming pushed Li Qian's shoulder with one hand, and with the other, he stepped into Li Qian's mansion naturally, as if this was his territory.

"..." Li Qian didn't want to talk. Last time Zhou Ziming said this, if he wanted to change him for a dollar, it was the beginning of relying on him. This time he said that he wanted to pay back the money, but he didn't know what to rely on him again.

"Hey, what's your expression. I came here sincerely, and I brought you a gift." Zhou Ziming's right hand hidden behind his back was finally able to be stretched out. He held a flower in front of Li Qian's eyes, and As if to propose to him, "Pansy, isn't it pretty?"

The same kind of flower is composed of three kinds of colors. The purple flowers are full of elegance, the yellow flowers are as lively as the duckling's down, and the white flowers are mixed like butterflies.

Li Qian frowned, resisting subconsciously, "No."

"Yes, yes, don't rush to refuse. There is a beautiful story about it. It is said that it was originally white. One day, it was shot by Cupid. It is the little kid in Greek mythology. Cupid, the god of love, his arrows have special magical powers. Whoever shoots them will fall in love with the person he sees at first sight. This is how it is when you shoot people, so what if you shoot flowers? In the core of white flowers Blood and tears flowed out, which could never be wiped away, and since then it has a name called Pansy. It’s so interesting.”

Zhou Ziming paced around the room and said to himself: "I found out when I came to your house last time. Your room is quite big with old furniture. I like it, but it's too dark." I quickly took out an unused vase from under the TV cabinet, went to the kitchen to wash it and filled it with water, then inserted the flowers into it and placed it on the coffee table exposed to direct sunlight. "Isn't it better to have flowers?" He smiled and showed the fruits of his labor. "Life should be colorful, so that people can be more energetic and energetic, right?" There are naughty musical notes dancing in his eyes , wanting to seek Li Qian's approval.

Li Qian didn't like this: "...how is my family, what's none of your business?"

"Of course it's none of my business." Zhou Ziming sat down on the sofa, beckoning Li Qian to sit down too, "I sent you flowers, we are friends, we are friends, I don't want you to be unhappy, Your room is so stuffy, what should you do if you have depression, look, how much I care about you.” Zhou Ziming, who thought he cared for others, turned on the TV without any psychological burden and started watching the football match.

Li Qian had never met Zhou Ziming in his twenty years of life. He walked up to Zhou Ziming, wanting to argue and drive him out.

"It's time to score, sit down and watch with me!" Zhou Ziming grabbed Li Qian's hand, pulled him to sit beside him, and watched the game intently.

The passionate commentary on the TV attracted Li Qian's attention.

He continued to take in Zhou Ziming in such a nonsensical manner, and then pushed and shoved with him, watching a good ball game with him.

With the sound of the final whistle, the game was over, and Li Qian realized that Zhou Ziming had fallen asleep at some point, curled up on the sofa, like a kitten.The coffee table was right next to the sofa, and the pansies bloomed above his head in the sun, which was surprisingly beautiful.

Li Qian thought for a while, but still didn't call Zhou Ziming, just went out with his mobile phone, insisting on why.

Probably, he has colleagues and classmates, but he has no friends in any sense. One day, a fox suddenly jumped into his house through the window with flowers in its mouth, and said that he wanted to be friends with him. Hazardous.

What's more, he suddenly felt that pansies are very beautiful, and it would be nice to have a bouquet of flowers in the room.

It's just that I didn't expect at that time that this person and his flowers would occupy most of my life in the future.

Later, Zhou Ziming bought rosemary, freesia, bird of paradise, snapdragon, lily of the valley, straw chrysanthemum, dendrobium...

Li Qian's memories of Zhou Ziming are the days full of flowers and fragrances, and Zhou Ziming was sitting among the flowers and laughing.

Until darkness fell, the flowers withered, and the image of Zhou Ziming began to burn.

……

The heavy rain, the heavy rain, is going to wash the world.

Zhou Ziming lay behind Li Qian, struggling to hold an umbrella for him in the strong wind.Only when the cold raindrops fell on his body, did he feel that the body temperature was so hot, and he felt Li Qian's existence so clearly, where is Li Qian?

His eyelashes were wet, and through the perspective of the hazy rain, he saw the old house, the place that once held him and Li Qian for countless days.

Today, the autumn rain is falling all over the ground, and there are only round and big yellow leaves lying on the ground. The creepers and morning glory that he painstakingly cultivated all over the walls in the past have disappeared completely, and the summer is gone.

When they came to the eaves, Zhou Ziming pushed the umbrella to the ground, and Li Qian opened the door, then carried him to the sofa and threw him two towels.

"Wipe first, don't catch a cold, take a shower later."

Zhou Ziming brushed his hair and nodded. In fact, Li Qian was soaked more thoroughly, but he had to go back to the taxi with an umbrella to get the wheelchair and other things.

Watching this cold and silent back as always.

After he left, Zhou Ziming began to look at the house. Since he left, the house seemed to have changed a bit, but he couldn't tell what had changed.

If only it could talk, but if it could talk, what would it say.

While his thoughts were flying wildly, Li Qian came back, even the storm couldn't make him look embarrassed, what a strange man.

"..." Zhou Ziming was speechless because he glanced at the things Li Qian brought back.

The big ones, the small ones, all the ones that should be brought back, there is only one thing, sunflowers.

"mine