Feast of Flowers

Pei Yan stared at Huajin in a daze. The trembling kiss was too salty, so salty that his heart could not help cramping. He felt that he was a fish that had been exposed to the sun and was blown on the shore by the wind. When he thought there was no way forward, Was held into the sweet water.

It is so good that it is almost unreal.

"Pei Yanyan, thank you for the warmth you gave me." Hua Jin got up and took out a wooden box and put it in Pei Yan's hand. "Thank you for letting them find their master."

Shaking hands opened the box, which contained a lucky bag, a handkerchief, a belt, and a pair of red socks. The box was not heavy, but Pei Yan was shaking so much that he could barely hold it firmly. He looked at Hua Jin, his voice was so light that he could hardly hear: "That him, is it me?"

"Seven years ago, I was the one who smashed your sports car and made himself full of oil. Six years ago, I was also the one who hid under the tree and cried secretly, and the one you saved under the wheel of Xu Changhui It's me." Hua Jin smiled, "In my teenage years, I almost never had fairy tale dreams. You are the only exception."

These pasts, in Pei Yan's mind, there are only sporadic impressions. He only remembers that the girl hiding under the tree and crying was skinny, and the girl who was bruised by Xu Changhui was covered in blood and very pitiful.

As for the crash seven years ago, he has no impression. Even if Hua Jin mentions it now, he still can't remember it.

"Sorry, I wanted to return the coat you gave me that night, but I didn't expect that not only did I lose your coat, but I also trouble you..."

Pei Yan reached out and hugged Huajin in her arms, and said with red eyes: "Sorry, I should have known you earlier." At that time, he should not leave Huajin alone in the hospital. If he could care about her more , How good is it to take good care of her and prevent her from leaving her old illnesses?

When he heard that the person Hua Jin liked was actually himself, Pei Yan was surrounded by endless panic and regret before he could be happy. If he didn't make an appointment with Yang Shao on a whim that night to go to a villa in the suburbs, he would not be able to save Huajin. What would happen to Huajin?

And he and Hua Jin obviously had so many chance encounters, but he missed her again and again. If he had known her earlier and fell in love with her, she would not have suffered so many years of hardships...

"Don't talk nonsense." Hua Jin buried her face on Pei Yan's chest, "You six years ago, you will not fall in love with me six years ago. And six years ago, I never dared to be with you. together."

Pei Yan hugged Huajin tightly and did not speak. At this moment, he couldn't say anything, he just wanted to hold her well, take all the good things in the world to her, and compensate her for everything she had missed.

"You don't know how disappointed I was when you drove a sports car half a year ago and asked me if I wanted to take the car." Hua Jin said, "It's like seeing the most precious and perfect jewelry in my heart, and suddenly I have a Cracks. The little sun in my heart could not escape the ravages of time, and turned into a light-hearted man."

"I'm not……"

"I know, you are not such a person." Hua Jin rubbed Pei Yan's chest, his ears pressed against his heart, and he heard some rapid heartbeats. "Later I understood. So you were worried that I couldn't think about it. To commit suicide by jumping into a lake, just say the kind of words on purpose."

"Have you ever thought that if I really committed suicide by jumping into the lake, what would the people outside say about you? They would not praise you for trying to help me, they would only say that the young woman would be desperate for being harassed by the second generation of wealth. , I had to choose to jump into the lake." Hua Jin smiled, "Have my brain grown in vain all these years?"

"There is no Bai Chang." Pei Yan smiled with red eyes, "Otherwise, how can I pursue you?"

Hua Jin leaned on his chest and smiled lightly.

On this day, Pei Yan did not ask Hua Jin about the past. He spent dinner with Hua Jin and sent her home, before returning to his home with the wooden box filled with embroidery.

Opening the network notebook that once belonged to Huajin, Pei Yan read dozens of short essays over and over many times, and barely fell asleep until two or three in the morning.

Pei Yan had a dream. He was sitting in a sports car on the phone with Yang Shao. Suddenly the car made a loud noise. He opened the window to see that a dilapidated bicycle fell by the side of the car, and the ground was scattered with food. Yushui, a skinny little girl lay next to her, using her clothes to wipe the cooking oil on his car with a horrified face, her head and face were covered with dust on the ground, and a big hole fell in the knee of her right trouser leg. Knee flesh oozing with blood was exposed.

He recognized these eyes, which were Huajin. This little girl wearing old shirts, ripped jeans and covered in ashes is Huajin. At this moment, she was so frightened and helpless. He wanted to get out of the car and tell her not to be afraid. He took her to the doctor to buy new clothes. However, his body was not under his control. He heard his tone let Hua Jin go away indifferently, and then drove the car.

"Don't go, send her to the hospital, send her to the hospital!" Pei Yan watched as she drove away, and wanted to look back to see what happened to Huajin, but the dream turned into a dark night. He saw himself from the noisy box. Go to the open space outside the hotel.

It was cold and windy outside. He stood at the door for a while before going back, but he heard a suppressed cry. Not long after his grandfather passed away, he was not in a good mood and didn't want to be nosy, but listening to the cold breeze calling out, he sighed and walked in the direction where the cry came.

Across the lush flowers, he saw a girl crouching on the ground with her legs in an unfit half-old coat, her body twitching from time to time, crying very sadly. Pei Yan saw his mouth move, but he couldn't hear what he said, but he saw the girl raise his head.

It was Huajin, and Pei Yan recognized it at a glance. Although the girl looked thin and dry, he could still recognize it at a glance. This was the eighteen-year-old Huajin.

As he approached, he smelled the oily smell on Huajin's body. Her hair was not dry yet, and she looked oily, as if she had been poured oil from head to toe.

He saw that he took off his suit jacket, put it on her, and sat with her on the gray flowerbed.

"You are not a local?"

"Yeah." She was trembling slightly, clutching the suit's hand.

"Looking at your age, why don't you go to school? The big cities are not so good, or I will give you some money to send you back to study..."

"I won't go back, I can't go back." She shook her head sharply, "If I go back, this life will be ruined."

"Okay." The girl's eyes were horribly bright, and he stared at these eyes for a moment, "Don't get me wrong, I just think it's a shame that you don't study at a young age."

"Thank you, I..." The girl wanted to say something more, and she closed her mouth again when she heard footsteps.

"Where did Brother Pei go?"

"Will you leave alone?"

He heard his companions come to him, got up and said to the girl: "From now on, when the weather is cold, don't hide out and cry secretly. If you are cold, there will be no one to help. Whoever bullies you, think of ways to bully you back, or you will suffer forever. It's all you."

"I wish you a good life in this city."

"Thank you..." she whispered, holding her suit sleeve, "thank you."

But he had walked away quickly and did not hear her thank you.

Pei Yan felt like an unrelated bystander. He wanted to reach out and hug Hua Jin in his arms, trying to remove the oil stains on her hair for her, but now he seems to be just a cloud of air, he can only be quiet Look at the past that can't be intervened.

As soon as the wind blew, he came to another place.

The dazzling lights and the two cars colliding with each other made him instantly understand when it was.

He saw that he dragged Xu Changhui out of the car, gave him a hard kick, then took out an umbrella from the car and held it over the head of the man who fell on the ground.

The man fell into the sewage, and the blood and rain gathered together, forming a stream, winding a long red line. He saw this man strenuously, reaching out his hand little by little, touching his foot, and then retracting like an electric shock.

With thunder rumbling, Pei Yan suddenly had a headache, and his whole person seemed to be torn apart.

He wanted to bend down and hold the trembling hand, but the pain in his heart felt like a needle stick, and the pain made him breathless.

"Flower Brocade...Flower Brocade..."

"Mr. Pei, Mr. Pei, how are you doing?"

Pei Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the light on the wall. Is that the morning sun coming in from the window?

Last night... didn't it rain?

He wanted to stand up and sit up, but was pushed back by the helper and family doctor.

"Mr. Pei, your high fever has not gone away and you need to rest." The family doctor exchanged a bottle of medicine for Pei Yan, "I will go downstairs and sit for a while, and I will come back in half an hour."

The helper helped Pei Yan to press the quilt, raised the air-conditioning in the room for a while, and sighed: "Mr. Pei, did you quarrel with Ms. Hua?"

Pei Yan was still immersed in his dream, dazedly ignored her.

"You have been calling Ms. Hua's name just now, and..." The helper glanced at Pei Yan's red and swollen eyes. "The relationship between the teeth and the tongue is so good, and there are times when they bite. For men, they need someone to take care of them when they are sick. When you act like a baby or show weakness, people who like you will feel distressed."

So when you encounter a good opportunity to pretend to be poor, don't miss it.

Pei Yan glanced at the helper and asked her to bring her mobile phone.

The helper smiled comfortedly when he saw it, and knew that acting like a baby to his girlfriend, it seemed that Mr. Pei could be saved on the road of feelings.

After the helper left the room, Pei Yan dialed the assistant's cell phone.

"The Xu family's business has accelerated the speed of annexation. As well as Xu Changhui's various criminal records, once collected, they will be handed over to the relevant departments."

"The sooner the better, don't let Xu Changhui have a chance to escape abroad."

"You ask why?"

Pei Yan looked at the drops falling drop by drop, and said blankly: "He is too ugly, he is too wicked to do things, and it is disgusting to me. I am doing harm to the people."

Hanging up, Pei Yan rubbed her stiff face and dialed Huajin's cell phone.

"Hua Xiaojin, her sick boyfriend needs your loving comfort."

"Huahua, I wasn't here yesterday, who bullied you and cried, your eyes are so swollen?" Tan Yuan came late in the morning because of illness, and when he walked in, he saw Huajin's goldfish-like eyes and was shocked.

"I was too thirsty last night. I couldn't help drinking a glass of water. I woke up in the morning." Hua Jin touched his eyes. "How is your health, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, I'll be a good guy if I eat and drink well and sleep well." Tan Yuan looked at Huajin more worriedly. "I think what you drank last night was not a glass of water, but a bucket, otherwise it would swell up. This way? When Mr. Pei comes and sees you like this, you won’t feel sorry for it."

Hearing Tan Yuan mentioning Pei Yan, the smile on Hua Jin's face was a bit brighter: "Nonsense."

Seeing her smiling so happily, Tan Yuan was relieved. It seemed that it was not a contradiction with Mr. Pei: "Huahua, the customization in our shop is in short supply now, even if we hire an embroiderer, we can’t keep up with customers. Request. You said, should we hire more embroiders?"

She has a hunch that Huajin will become more famous when Mr. Mark’s fashion conference is over. There will be only a few of them in the studio, and I am afraid that even if they don’t eat, drink or sleep for 24 hours, they will be too busy.

Hua Jin nodded: "It's time to find a few embroiders with good quality and craftsmanship. If we put gold on our own faces, we can let a person in the handicraft industry eat more, and we can let the traditional The industry grows by one point."

Hearing this, Tan Yuanxin felt moved. She heard from her mother that after the embroidering factory closed down, many embroiderers were unemployed. Many people had to switch to other professions in order to survive, and they insisted on doing this business. Most of them barely managed to cope with their lives, like Her mother is just a lucky few who took root in big cities by handcraft.

In the eyes of some unsuspecting people, the works of masters in the traditional handicraft industry are expensive, and they are bound to make a lot of money. In fact, craftsmen who can receive this treatment are just a drop in the ocean. More traditional craftsmen are faced with the incomprehension of their families and the dilemma of no one to succeed.

Both Hua Jin and Tan Yuan know that they can do very little, but as long as they can do a little more for the traditional craft industry, it is good, at least worthy of them to learn this skill.

The two were discussing recruitment. Tan Yuan changed his face when Hua Jin answered a call, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter?"

"Pei Yan is sick, I want to see him." Hua Jin got up, picked up the bag in the cabinet, "Tangyuan, I'll go and take a look first."

"Go ahead, Mr. Pei has no family to accompany him. If you go with him, he will be in a good mood and he will recover sooner." Tan Yuan looked at Hua Jin anxiously, "Don't worry, I see the weather forecast. It’s raining today, so..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Huajin running out of the store, and couldn't help but open the store door and shouted, "Don't run too fast!"

Hua Jin waved at her and got into a taxi.

When Hua Jin arrived at Pei Yan’s house, the family doctor was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, and the helper’s aunt saw Hua Jin and greeted her enthusiastically: “Miss Hua, you are here, and Mr. Pei was still talking when he fell ill and fell asleep. what is your name."

"How is he now?" Hua Jin changed his shoes and handed the fruits and vegetables he bought to the aunt.

"This is..." The helper saw that Hua Jin's eyes were a little swollen, and it seemed that the two young men had really quarreled. Mr. Pei is well ill, and both of them have gone down the stairs.

"These fruits and vegetables are good for the patient's health." Huajin didn't have time to greet the auntie, and walked upstairs in a hurry, "Auntie, I'll go upstairs to see him first."

"Hey, fine." The helper aunt agreed with a smile.

The family doctor looked at the helper suspiciously. He had been a family doctor for Pei Yan for five or six years. He had never seen Pei Yan's help with a smile after he fell ill. He couldn't help but be a little curious: "The one just now..."

"My girlfriend of Mr. Pei, the two young men are in a good relationship."

"It's the Ms. Huajin that Mr. Pei is ill and dreaming about?" The family doctor nodded clearly, "Then I will wait, or wait for them to tell me to go up again."

So as not to make trouble.

Pei Yan, who was sitting on the bedside reading a book, heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside, and quickly threw the book on the bedside. The whole person drew into the quilt, only showing a sick face, showing weakness towards the door. Lonely and lonely: "Huahua, is that you?"

The author has something to say: Pei Yan: lonely, lonely, weak, but able to eat.