[Pu Ye] Gardener and Flowers

Epilogue/The Gardener and the Flower

The fragrant plains of Damask roses.In the morning, when the birds were chirping outside the window to earn food, Urahara got up from the bed.He had disheveled hair, was wearing pajamas, and was barefoot. The first thing he did after getting out of bed was to come to the eaves in front of the window to see if the black desert rose had bloomed.

One winter passed.The rose he brought back from the desert bore a seed.He planted it under the eaves, watered it meticulously, and even asked Heisaki, who was traveling again, to bring back some sand from the desert area, and cultivated it carefully at its roots.Seeing that spring has passed and summer has come, the seed sprouted slowly, and finally grew leaves. Finally, a plump, black flower bud finally emerged, which made him dance for many days.

However, after that, the flower bud was silent again, and refused to bloom no matter what.He was worried that it would wither and die like this, and he was afraid that watering too much would hurt it.He has been a gardener all his life, but he doesn't know how to take care of this bone and make it bloom quickly.He could only do a ceremony every day, rushing to the window as soon as he got up, squatting there and looking at the flower, as if if he looked at it a few more times, it would bloom as he wished.

So, one day, he squatted in front of the window looking at the flowers again. His assistant Xiao Yu came over and said sympathetically, "Boss..."

"……Um?"

"... Tetsusai and Jinta went to the market."

"Ah."

"...Half a month has passed, boss..."

"Ok?"

"This flower, won't it bloom..."

"Impossible." Her boss immediately said firmly.It was his tone every time someone questioned whether the flower would actually open.

"No, it's impossible. It will definitely bloom." He repeated over and over again, and slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the flower bud, but finally withdrew his hand back.

Immediately afterwards, he said another sentence that he often mentioned, but Xiao Yu and the others felt inexplicable.

"...it will surely bloom, because, Imayahan never lies."

Xiao Yu looked at him silently.Whenever this time, the boss looks very sad.The boss is a person who likes to laugh, and usually likes to play pranks.But every time he looked at the flower, all the playful expressions on his face were put away, and he was as serious as a different person.

At this time, moo's yelling came from outside the courtyard, and the courtyard door was suddenly knocked open.

"Boss!" Jinta ran in panting.

"Boss! Boss! Terrible!"

"Jinta!" Xiao Yu looked at him in surprise, "Didn't you go to the market? Why are you back?"

"Boss! Go and have a look, boss!" But Shita just yelled at Urahara who was in a daze. "A woman from a foreign country came to the market! She covered her face and kept yelling 'gardener', 'gardener'. We think that she may be looking for you! But she is really scary, who of us I dare not say I know you!"

For a while after he finished speaking, Urahara just squatted on the spot and stared at him blankly.But the next moment, Jinta and Xiaoyu saw their boss jumping up from the ground, and rushed out barefoot without even thinking about putting on his shoes.

Jinta and Xiao Yu hurriedly chased to the gate of the courtyard, and found that their boss was running towards the market along the path in front of the gate.

"Boss... ran so fast..." Xiao Yu murmured.

"Let's drive the bullock cart and chase him!" Shinta looked optimistic.

The winding path extends between the large pink flower fields and the green wheat fields, stretching out to the blue sky in the distance.When Jinta and Xiaoyu climbed into the bullock cart and waved their whips, Urahara's figure was almost at the end of the path, turning into a slightly beating dot.

Yeyi picked up a watermelon, lifted the corner of the veil and took a bite, but only bit off a small piece of the melon rind.The owner of the fruit stand was already terrified by her.Various local fruits were displayed on his pavement, many of which were thrown away after one bite by the foreign woman with a machete.If this continues, he will be scolded to death by his wife when he returns home.

"Oh! That's right!" Ye Yi suddenly remembered something, flicked his finger, and a gold coin fell in front of the fruit stall owner.I have never seen such a valuable thing in my life, and the man knelt on the ground with a "plop".

"It's not fun at all!" Yeyi threw down the watermelon and looked around, and the people in the market dodged one after another.

"I want to find my gardener. Gardener! . . . gardener! Where are you, gardener!"

She speaks the language of the southern desert, and only "gardener" speaks the northern dialect.Although the people around understood the word, no one dared to speak up.

A man stumbled and ran over.

"Ye, Yeyi..."

Ye Yi turned his head and saw Urahara propping his knees with his hands, bending over and panting not far away, his bare feet were covered with mud.

She blinked, then slowly grinned, and then, she jumped on it.

"gardener!"

With a "dong", Urahara heard the sound of the back of his head hitting the ground, and a star flew up in front of his eyes.

"The gardener!" Ye Yi grabbed his collar and shook him. "Gardener, guess who I am!"

Urahara sat up rubbing the back of his head, smiled, and reached out to pull her veil:

"Of course I know. You are my Imayahan, the desert flower—"

Having said that, he suddenly froze.

He saw a pattern of a black desert rose covering Yeyi's left eye corner to most of her cheek.

"Ah, this," Ye Yi said disapprovingly, "it was done by Suifeng. Her knife cut my face, so I asked someone to stab a rose on it. As soon as the tattooed person saw me , and his hands trembled with fright. But fortunately, he did not stab badly. I knew he recognized me, so I cut off his head and gave his wife a bag of gold coins."

Hearing her last words, Urahara couldn't help being stunned for a moment.But he quickly regained his composure, raised a hand, and gently stroked the black petals on her cheek with the pad of his finger.

Tattooed roses can cover up the appearance of scars, but they can't change the no longer smooth touch.He pressed a little harder on the scar, as if he could remember its shape by doing so.

In the end, he replaced his fingers with lips.

There were whispers all around.The people in the countryside had never seen such a scene, and they were all talking there in low voices.

Ye Yi glared at them, and the surroundings immediately fell silent.

"Gardener, I'm hungry!" she said happily, putting her arms around his neck.

Urahara took a breath: "Let, let me rest first..."

Now, his throat is sweet and his legs are numb, but the stone in his heart has fallen to the ground.

He ordered Tie Zhai, who had been watching from the sidelines, to buy more food, while he dragged Ye Yi out of the market and walked back slowly.

On the way, they met Jinta and Xiaoyu who were driving an ox cart to the market.Seeing the cow, Yoichi let out a cheer.

"Gardener! Can this cow be roasted?"

"No..." Urahara picked her up and put her on the car, and smiled innocently, "You can't eat the only coolie in our family."

Yeyi made a grimace, and generously let the cow go.

"By the way, Gardener." She asked curiously when she was almost at the door. "What happened to the flower you brought back?"

Urahara is pushing open the gate of the courtyard so that the ox cart can enter the courtyard.Hearing her question, he glanced at the window.

"what?"

To his surprise, among the large areas of gorgeous Damascus roses in front and behind the house, the unique desert rose was stretching its black petals under the eaves, blooming proudly towards the sky.

"...it's blooming!"

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The author has something to say: Postscript:

The roses are blooming and I'm dying OTZ

[-] words in a week, for me who can't hold back [-] words a month, this can be regarded as a sudden burst of consumption-type medium and large-scale continuous operations (orz)... and Paraguay and Japan actually want to It's overtime, it's tiring... (Hey, it doesn't matter at all)

It’s all because Pu Ye gave me chicken blood, so cute that my hands can’t help shaking when I write some jokes (although most of them are because I drink too much tea while typing and I’m hungry... 囧), therefore, there must be many things written in this unstable state that cannot withstand scrutiny, and I hope readers will forgive me. (Of course, activities such as catching insects that are beneficial to physical and mental health have always been very popular! XD)

Although in the process of typing this article, I can't help but convert this number of words into the pit of the second chapter, the pit of the third chapter, and the pit of the fourth chapter (you are enough!), but this article still makes me realize with joy To: Our BG soul is not dead yet!It still thrives somewhere in the RP-poor mind, like a tenacious desert rose! (Hello!)

If there was a background music for this article, it would be Sting's "Desert Rose".

I am very satisfied to be able to finish writing quickly!Thanks to the students who read carefully.

I wish everyone who reads this article can find their own gardener or flower, and live a life of peace and happiness.

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2010.6.29. Night