President Ba’s Little Rose

When Shen Xizhi was in high school, there were boys and girls who fell in love with each other in her class. Every night after class, the teenager will ride a bicycle with the girl to shuttle through the high school campus.

At this moment, Qiao Zong was riding a bicycle, leading her across the tree-lined road, and the breeze came from the front, messing up the broken hair on her forehead. Through the gaps between the leaves, the sunlight shattered into mottled light and shadow, pouring down brightly.

The light and shadow made Shen Xizhi unable to open his eyes.

She grabbed the fabric of Qiao Zong's shirt with her hand, and turned her head to look at the side of the road.

The girls walking together stared at her and Qiao Zong, then turned their heads and whispered to their companions, probably discussing her and Qiao Zong.

Shen Xizhi shook her feet uncomfortably, lowered her eyes, and stared at Qiao Zong's back.

Cycling across the tree-lined road, riding on the bridge, passing the square, all the way out of the school gate.

Qiao Zong rode very steadily, but occasionally the body would shake when turning. Shen Xizhi didn't know where he was going to take him. Even if Qiao didn't speak, she was too embarrassed to take the initiative to break the silence.

Take the initiative to speak, as if she was sticking to him upside down.

The bicycle turned around and stopped at the entrance of a nursing home.

The nursing home is in a small alley, clean but also remote, as if no one has ever been here. The edge of the wooden sign at the door was yellow, showing signs of decay.

Shen Xizhi smelled an unspeakable smell when she got out of the car. It seemed like something was rotten, but it was also like the damp and dull smell of clothes that hadn't dried for a long time after it had rained.

Qiao Zong parked the car at the entrance of the nursing home, saw her staring at the iron gate in a daze, and patted her on the shoulder: "Xi Zhi, go in."

"What are you doing here?" Shen Xizhi turned her head back, her eyes blank. Does Qiao Zong have family or friends here?

To meet the girl's gaze, Qiao raised his eyebrows and smiled suddenly, "Showing love."

His tone was very serious, and his expression was serious, he didn't seem to be joking at all.

Shen Xizhi: "..."

Shen Xizhi felt deceived.

A group of elderly people sat in rows in the yard of the nursing home. The yard was rough concrete, with sputum, dust, and mucus that was unknown.

The caregiver took a broom to clean indiscriminately, and the broom scraped across the concrete floor with a rustling sound.

The old people squinted their eyes in the sun, and occasionally talked babbledly. They have age spots on their faces, their skin is fair or dark, wrinkles are layered on the corners of their eyes, and their hair is gray.

Shen Xizhi rarely came to such a place.

However, looking at such a scene, I felt uncomfortable inexplicably. She pressed her lips slightly, and pulled the strap of her bag.

In a daze, Qiao Zong said something to the nurse, and came over with a broom and dustpan.

He held the broom and bends over to help the nurse cleaning, talking to Shen Xizhi in a low voice.

Some of these elderly people have no children or relatives and have nowhere to go, so they can only come to nursing homes. There are also elderly people who are unwilling to raise the elderly because their children are not filial.

Shen Xizhi listened in silence.

"Little girl, who are you here to see?" an old grandma suddenly asked behind her.

Shen Xizhi looked at Qiao Zong subconsciously.

The man smiled gently, not the least cynical, like a very well-behaved junior: "Grandma, we are here to help."

"Oh oh oh." The old grandmother was wearing a decent loose blue-purple long sleeve, and nodded: "Come to find someone?" Then, she pulled the arm of another old woman next to her: "Come to you. Yes, your son is here!"

The muddy eyes of the other old man rolled slowly, slowly taking on a clever color, and he stood up from the stool and looked around: "Is my son here?"

Shen Xizhi's heart suddenly felt sour.

She stood on the spot a little at a loss, moving her steps, but she didn't know how to react.

This is an old man expecting his son to visit him.

However, it was not her son who came.

In the next moment, Qiao Zong supported her with his arm.

The old grandma grabbed Qiao Zong's arm, her eyes were as big as copper bells, and she stared straight at Qiao Zong's face. It seems that I can see clearly, but it seems that I can't see anything clearly.

There was no disgust on Qiao Zong's face.

The nurse on the side pointed his index finger to his temple and explained: "Mr. Joe, this old man has a problem here. He always thinks that her son is here."

"Then this one?" Joe pointed at the grandmother who spoke first.

"This one," the nurse said, "Her ears are not very good, and her spirits are not very good recently..." She paused, and sighed: "Maybe the days are coming soon."

Shen Xizhi didn't quite understand.

But she guessed that the days are coming soon, and Jomo means "dead soon".

Qiao Zong nodded, put the broom in his hand aside, held the old grandma, and cried, "Mom, my son is coming to see you."

The old grandma hugged him abruptly.

Qiao Zong patted her back and soothed, softly relieved: "Mom, don't worry, my son will visit you every day."

"Then when will you pick me up home?" The old woman pouted, as if she was acting like a baby. Why don't you take me home? I raised you so much and pulled you up. Why don't you take me home?

Qiao Zong still spoke with her patiently.

The old man's emotions slowly calmed down, and Qiao Zong called the nurse to get a pile of waste paper, and he helped the old man sit down on his seat.

The man squatted on the ground, dressed neatly and exquisitely, incompatible with the dilapidated surroundings, but his expression was as usual, and he was not at all uncomfortable.

He raised his head and talked to the old man: "Mom, you obediently listen to the caregiver's words and take good care of yourself. Your son will take you home next month, okay?"

"No..." The old man cried like a child and said, "Take me home today."

Shen Xizhi wanted to cry a little, but he wanted to laugh a little.

The nurse came out with a pile of waste paper, and when he handed it to Qiao Zong, he asked: "Mr. Qiao, what do you want these papers for?"

Qiao Zong didn't answer, he lowered his eyes, put the pile of waste paper on his lap, picked up one, and said, "Mom, I'll make a thousand paper cranes for you, okay?"

The old man stopped crying and raised the back of his hand to wipe the tears. Qiao Zong took a tissue and wiped it off for her first.

His voice was as soft as the breeze blowing Shen Xizhi's cheeks just now, "Don't cry, little princess, you won't be pretty if you cry."

About every woman has a princess dream in her heart.

Hearing this, the old man stopped crying immediately. She tilted her head like a little girl: "Then I want the most beautiful paper crane."

"Good." Qiao Zong said: "The most beautiful paper crane is for the most beautiful little princess."

Several other old people also clamored for it.

Qiao Zong patiently and meticulously coaxed one by one, so good that he had no temper.

He folded thousands of paper cranes for every old man, and others folded hearts, little frogs, and paper airplanes.

The old people held his folded gadgets with a satisfied smile on their faces.

Shen Xizhi rubbed the corners of her eyes and saw that Qiao Zong was still coaxing the elderly, she quietly went out from the gate of the yard.

She didn't know that Qiao Zong had such a side.

I used to think that Qiao Zong was indulgent and stubborn, and occasionally became serious, but his mouth was not forgiving.

But she didn't know.

Her beauty, Qiao, is also a person who exudes gentleness from her bones.

And such a gentle person has only this short life span.

There is a sink outside the nursing home. Shen Xizhi turned on the faucet, wet his hands with water, and patted his face.

She looked back, Qiao Zong was still talking to the old people in the yard.

The man squatted on the ground, clapped his hands, and sang nursery rhymes to the elderly.

For a moment, Shen Xizhi wanted to rush in and hug him.

She suddenly understood why Qiao Zong brought her here.

The old people here have one thing in common with Qiao Zong.

There is not much time, it is about the past few years, and it will be "the day."

Old people have experienced many things, and they have had years of life. But her beauty, he is only twenty-eight years old this year.

At this moment, all those hesitations and entanglements seemed to disappear.

Shen Xizhi had only one thought in her mind.

She wanted her Qiaomei, without any regrets when she died.

She blinked and pushed back the tears inside. Sad but brave in my heart.

Shen Xizhi took out her purse from the bag she carried, and went to the head of the nursing home quietly. The dean's office is also simple, with a ceiling fan hanging in the middle, and the desk top is painted.

The dean asked: "Miss, what can you do?"

Shen Xizhi shook the wallet in his hand, "Hello Dean, I plan to fund this place."

Zhong Ming Ding Shi’s family described the Shen family more appropriately. Shen Xizhi had been spoiled and raised since he was a child, and he has not been short of money.

She intends to fund this nursing home.

Take it as a blessing for her Qiao beauty.

The funding process was a bit long. She filled out many forms, and finally the dean gave her a bouquet of lilies and red flags.

Shen Xizhi held flowers to open the door of the office, with Qiao Zong standing at the door.

The man stood there with his long body Yuli, his back slightly leaning against the wall, his face was cold, his eyes low, he stared at the wall of the corridor, and raised his head when he heard the door opening.

Shen Xizhi saw the fragility that flashed in his eyes.

She had a slight heartache, walked over with the flower in her arms, stood in front of the man, raised her head, and said, "Mr. Joe."

Qiao Zong's eyes returned to the usual jokes, and his appearance was quite rude. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and tilted his head slightly: "Miss Shen?"

He is like a romantic second-generation ancestor. Shen Xizhi handed him the flowers and said in a commanding tone: "You have to help me get the flowers."

The girl's appearance is delicate.

Qiao Zong took the flower with one hand, lowered his head and sniffed the scent of lily, smiled, his eyes twitched slightly, as if he was winking: "Yes."

This man is like a fairy.

Shen Xizhi didn't know why, and suddenly became a little angry. She pursed her lips and ignored him.

"Miss Shen, there are red flags." The dean followed up from behind: "You forgot to take it."

Shen Xizhi just stretched out his hand to take it, but then thought of Qiao Zong again. She raised her chin slightly, her expression was not good, and her voice was sweet and whispering in people's ears: "Mr. Joe, take it."

Qiao Zong smiled again, took the flag from the dean, looked down, and was amused by the phrase "A good man lives in peace" on the banner.

He followed up and said: "Zhizhi is so generous, when will he support me?"

Shen Xizhi thought that this person is much richer than her. She rolled her eyes and said, "It should be you who supported me."

Qiao Zong is still smiling.

The smile made people want to hit him.

After saying goodbye to the dean, the two left the nursing home together.

Before leaving, the group of elderly people were very reluctant to part with Qiao Zong, and wanted to hug him one by one. Especially the "mom" Qiao Zong just recognized, crying like a child who has lost a candy.

Shen Xizhi had to hold the flower and the flag, standing aside, like a primary school student waiting for his parents to pick him up.

After the hug, the old people finally agreed to let go.

Seeing that he could leave, Shen Xizhi raised his foot and walked out of the nursing home, without any intention to wait for him.

"Zhizhi." Qiao Zong chased up from behind.

The girl held the white lily and didn't look at him. She was arrogant and awkward. She lowered her head and said, "I'm going to the jewelry store."

"Okay." Qiao Zong didn't ask why, but said: "I have something to give you."

Does she have gifts too? "What?" Shen Xizhi muttered, pretending to be calm, and suppressing the little joy in her heart.

"It's this." Qiao Zong said.

A flower made of paper was placed in the middle of the bunch of lilies. Although it was folded with waste paper, the petals were petal by petal. It was so realistic that the ends of the petals would rise.

Like a rose.

But this is only a paper flower after all, and Shen Xizhi is not sure what it is.

She twitched and asked, "What is this?"

"It's a rose for Zhizhi." Qiao Zong said, "Does it look good?"

Shen Xizhi's cheeks were a little hot, she kept her eyes closed and muttered, "It's so ugly."

Qiao lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eye with his lips.

"Sure enough, it made my girlfriend ugly cry."

Shen Xizhi: "..."

She glared at Qiao Zong fiercely.

There was a little smile in Qiao Zong's voice, but he was extremely religious and serious.

He said, "Shen Xizhi, do you know? You are my rose."