Professor, your rose has run away

Back home, Jiang Wangshu cleaned up the things that had accumulated all day and sat on the sofa.His slender fingers rubbed his sore temples, hey, this concussion is really annoying, when will this sequelae disappear.

Because of the sequelae, he was in a daze, so he leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

In his dream, he heard a knock on the door.

Jiang Wangshu hadn't woken up from his sleep, and was awakened by the knock on the door, so he was inevitably a little irritable.He went to the door and asked who it was, but no one answered.He thought it was the children messing around and didn't want to talk to him anymore, but before he left the door, the knocking continued.

He was about to be laughed out of anger, this kid was never finished.Enduring the anger in his heart, Jiang Wangshu opened the door.Through the crack of the door, he didn't see a figure, and he didn't see a figure even after pushing the door all the way open.In the corridor, there is nothing except the closed door of the neighbor's house.

"It's weird, could it be that I'm hallucinating?" Jiang Wangshu really lost his temper. Could it be that he bumped into something unclean these two days?

"What hallucination duck, I'm here, you should look at me." The clear voice of the young man came from behind the door.

Then, he saw something...

A bouncing rose hiding behind a door...

However, this little rose seems to be still talking to herself...

talking to me...

Jiang Wangshu rolled the whites of his eyes and passed out

What exactly happened in his life?Why is there a rose talking to him.

For the first time in his 30 years of life, a little monster appeared, a talking rose...

Being so frightened, Jiang Wangshu woke up completely.How could he dream of monsters?It must be because the concussion is too serious, let's go to the hospital!

He got up and went into the dining room, took out a glass of ice water from the refrigerator, and got stuffy in one gulp.The coldness cleared his drowsy mind, and even the boredom with concussion disappeared a little.

"dong dong"

Hearing the same knock on the door as in the dream, Jiang Wangshu took a deep breath.

Dreams can't be real!

Thinking of the lively rose in his dream, he felt chills in his heart.

Jiang Wangshu, Jiang Wangshu, you are a firm materialist, how can you believe in these weird things in your dreams.

Jiang Wangshu walked to the entrance and pushed the door open a gap. There seemed to be a red shadow behind the door.

Jiang Wangshu caught a glimpse of the red shadow similar to that in the dream, and opened all the doors resignedly.

Behind the door, a bright rose stood obediently in the flower pot, not as lively as in the dream.

"Sure enough, the dreams are all fake. How could there really be roses to move?" Jiang Wangshu sighed, with unconscious disappointment in his tone.

He didn't know why he was lost, maybe the rose in his dream was cute, or maybe he missed the opportunity to explore the secrets of plants...

Jiang Wangshu leaned over and picked up the many flower pots on the ground, and found a sunny place in the living room to place them.Under the sun, the little rose stretched its petals, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Jiang Wangshu gently poked its petals, thinking that he would really enjoy it, and it was nothing more than fine.However, whoever sent it to his door, isn't he afraid that he can't take care of it?

At this time, Cen Weiming, who was being worried, was rubbing Jiang Wangshu's fingertips in a nympho.The big beauty is so gentle, is he so gentle to all roses?

No, no, how can someone who doesn't even have spiritual intelligence be compared with him?

Hmph, if you dare to prefer other roses, I will bite you to death! !

The sweet pastry loved by roses—Professor Jiang doesn't know what's going on in the mind of the roses he raises.He touched his empty stomach, ready to make himself something to eat.

Skillfully opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients and cooked a bowl of clear noodle soup for himself, and fried an egg by the way.

After eating, Jiang Wangshu went back to his room to prepare lessons.He had to take advantage of this time to quickly sort out the previous few lessons and set up a framework for the students.

On paper, the font is correct like a print, which looks pleasing to the eye.

Before I knew it, time had slipped away from my fingertips, a pile of lecture notes was piled up on the table, and there was no sunlight outside the window.Under the moonlight, the roses in full bloom were dyed a little silver and sparkled.

Jiang Wangshu put down the pen in his hand and kneaded his sore neck.What he saw after he walked out of the room was the appearance of the rose shining under the moonlight, a little cute like rua.As soon as the idea came up, the hand thought first and touched the flower. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the flowers and leaves under my hand felt a little hot.

It's strange, why is it a little hot, isn't there a problem with his handling?

Jiang Wangshu raised his eyebrows and wanted to explore the flower again, this time the temperature returned to normal, as if the temperature at that moment before was an illusion.

Yay, this is the second time he touched me today, so shy!

Jiang Wangshu was thinking about how to arrange dinner when his phone rang.

"Hello, mom" he went to the window to answer the phone.

It was a little far away, and Cen Weiming couldn't hear some words very clearly, only vaguely heard the word "blind date"...

Is he going out?Then wouldn't it want to be alone in this empty room, unhappy.

"Mom, don't find a blind date for me. I don't think so now." Jiang Wangshu was very helpless. His parents didn't care about the gender of his partner, but he must have a partner.

"I promised him, you just go over to have a meal and date first, and forget it if you don't get along, okay?" Mother Jiang on the phone felt her head hurt. Her son is obviously so good, why is he so unsuitable? Active, I learned from my own stinky old man.

"Okay, Mom, it's the last time." He hung up the phone only after the voice on the other end died down.

Walking to the entrance, Jiang Wangshu turned around, touched his new rose and said, "Little Rose, I'm going out, take a good look at the house."

After finishing speaking, I felt a little crazy, how could a rose plant understand what I said.

After going out, locked the door and took a taxi to the destination.The roses in the house withered a little after he went out, and just like that, he left without looking back, scumbag! !

Cen Weiming ran out of the flowers angrily, lay down on the sofa, and began to toss the roses that came out of nowhere.

While picking petals, I thought: he will come back, he will not come back...

咖啡 厅

When Jiang Wangshu arrived, his blind date had already arrived for a while.

"Sorry, I'm late." Jiang Wangshu bowed his head slightly to apologize.

"It's okay, I heard that you are sick, but are you feeling better?" the young man opposite asked warmly.

"Jiang Wangshu, 26 years old this year, is a university professor." Jiang Wangshu shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and introduced himself.

"My surname is Xie. I'm very sorry for wasting your time. Look..." The young man stared at the time on his watch while looking at him.

"I understand." Jiang Wangshu took a sip of coffee to express his understanding.

"The person who came to pick me up is here, Mr. Jiang, I'll go first." The young man hurriedly left after cleaning up his things.

Jiang Wangshu shook his head and called the staff to check out.

After returning home, Jiang Wangshu felt a headache when he saw the petals all over the ground. Could it be that he really raised a rose essence? How could a good rose fall so many petals when it stayed in a flower pot.

"Tell me, have you really become a genius?" Jiang Wangshu and Cen Weiming looked at each other.

Cen Weiming remained motionless and pretended to be dead, I am not, I am just an ordinary rose.

Jiang Wangshu sighed, if you become a master, you will become a master, as long as you don't scare yourself.After encountering many strange things, I seem to get used to it, although I don't really want this habit.

It was late at night, but Jiang Wangshu couldn't fall asleep on the bed. When he closed his eyes, he saw the peach blossoms falling from the sky and the lively roses that the magic stick said.

In the crack of the bedroom door, Little Rose, who didn't know when she pulled herself out of the flower pot, turned her head and looked into the room.Is this a nightmare?He had heard that the only time people could not sleep was when they had nightmares.

The feeling of irritability dissipated amidst the scent of roses, and the people in the room do not know when they fell into a deep sleep.

After watching for a while, Cen Weiming was a little tired, and bounced back to the flower pot.The petals curled up tightly together and fell asleep.

Good night, Twolegs~

Sweet dreams.

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