Queen Flower

Flowers are no hundred days of red.

She still deeply remembers that day, the house in her family was going to be demolished, she rushed home from the city where she worked, the house was gone, and the flower tree was gone, only the ground was full of stumps, a blossoming The bright red flowers, the green leaves, and the golden stamens were scattered all over the place and turned into mud.

The flower tree has long since disappeared, but those flowers have bloomed in her heart since then, and will never wither.

This is not a queen flower, this is a camellia, the most common and beautiful flower in the world, the most delicate flower in her heart, and the camellia that she grew up with since childhood.

This is the national flower of honoring the country, and it is also the flower that guides the way for children living in other worlds, for them and for her.

She must go home.

Jiang Lan turned her head and said firmly, "I must go home, and I will go home." Her eyes were wide and distant, without focus, as if she was talking to him, as if she had crossed him again, and was saying an oath.

Xia Henqiu stared at her, her eyes were so beautiful, like two prosperous ponds on the Tianshan Mountains, but her heart, like a snow-capped mountain, was always out of reach, always indifferent and alienated.

"You're home, what do they do?" he asked lightly.

Jiang Lan replied, "I just stay, but I can't do anything about them."

"You can, this is not the Celestial Dynasty, this is Zunguo." Xia Henqiu lowered her eyes to prevent her from seeing the look he was expecting.

Jiang Lan shook his head, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Xia Henqiu looked at her for a while, trying to refute and fight for it, but in the end he didn't say a word, and he couldn't say anything to persuade him.

Because he didn't want to see the sadness in her eyes, if she was really a goddess who fell from the sky by chance, he was willing to send her home.

"Okay, I'll help you." Xia Henqiu smiled lightly, her beautiful pale face was quiet and peaceful, and her deep magnetic voice was like a violin being plucked. Yunyou pulled a long key.

The door of the courtyard was pushed open with force, and suddenly a group of people poured in, all young men, regardless of the three sons' protests, shouting loudly, "Village Chief, Village Chief, I heard that the queen in your courtyard is blooming, Let's enjoy the flowers."

Said to enjoy the flowers, and stared at Jiang Lan sternly. No matter how you look at it, how beautiful it is, people are more delicate than flowers.

Jiang Lan's sentimental feelings disappeared all of a sudden, it seems. That's how her days are going to be from now on.

"Miss Jiang, are you coming out to enjoy the flowers too?"

"Miss Jiang, do you like queen flowers?"

"Miss Jiang, the flowers in my yard are also blooming, and they look even better than this. Would you like to come and take a look?"

"Girl Jiang..."

...

When Xiao Yan and a few people ran out, Jiang Lan was already surrounded by a tight circle.

It's just that everyone was very restrained this time. Even if they surrounded her, no one was rude, and they kept a distance from her. Of course, some of the things they did make Jiang Lan laugh or cry.

"My name is Li Qiang. I am eighteen this year. I am strong and strong enough to work..."

"You got it. You eat more than you do. Whoever wants you will suffer. Look at me, I, Liu Wen, twenty-four this year. I have fertile fields..."

The crowd booed.

"Just you, forget it. You are married, don't think I don't know, I'm good, I'm Fang Peng, I'm innocent, single and unmarried, I'm seventeen years old, and I can get a big bed in the hall..."

"Boy doesn't blush when he talks big, just how capable you are, me, look at me..."

"Yes, yes, we are also innocent, you see..."

Noisy and chaotic, Jiang Lan changed from embarrassment at first to chuckle.

Suddenly, the man opened his shirt and pointed to a bright red tattoo on his chest and said, "Look, look, I'm really innocent."

The rest followed suit, revealing the Queen Flower imprint on their chest.

What, this time Jiang Lan was dumbfounded, and saw the **** of white flowers, blooming red flowers swaying in front of him.

Ouch, it really is full of flowers and branches.

The three sons jumped outside, "What are you doing? Get out of here." He hasn't had a month to get close to the water tower. How can he get them, let him stay away.

"Okay, okay, everyone get dressed." Ke Yuanliang shouted loudly from the door.

Only then did everyone pull up their clothes embarrassingly. At this time, Xiao Yan and Yan Zhan had already separated from the crowd and squeezed into Jiang Lan's side. Although they didn't understand what these people were doing, it was really cool to open their clothes in front of the woman to reveal their chests. It's too shameless, the two of them looked angry and wanted to get angry and rough.

Jiang Lan hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed the two of them one by one. At the same time, he secretly thought about what these people meant. Obviously, they had no malicious intentions, just to show her the flower prints on their chests.

She has also seen this flower print on the chests of Wen Daolin and Xia Henqiu. She always thought it was a tattoo, but now it seems that it is obviously not the case.

Suddenly a light flashed in her mind, could it be...

Grandma, don't be so rude, if that's the case, then she's really ashamed, god, what the world is, it's necessary to be like this.

She repented, and if she had the chance to go home, she would read some serious books from now on.

The crowd finally dispersed, and the three sons were chased out of the house one after another.

"Miss Jiang hasn't used breakfast yet. Are you embarrassed to disturb others so early?" The three sons were indignant and stood in the yard to scold everyone, "Let's go, go, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Miss Jiang, let's have some breakfast." The third son stood in front of Jiang Lan with a blushing face and greeted them.

Xiao Yan frowned. Although the group decided to stay here temporarily, it was obviously inappropriate to live with others. He didn't want to see so many inexplicable men staring at his Aman early in the morning. Voila.

Xiao Yan clenched his fists at Ke Yuanliang, "Mr. Ke, may I ask if there is any vacant house in your village? Could you let us rent one?"

Ke Yuanliang returned the salute, "Xiao Daxia, could it be that I was neglected when I waited for the reception? Please don't take offense." Help nasty people.

Xiao Yan was not moved, a smile overflowing from his lips, "The village chief has misunderstood. We agreed to settle here first. Since we are going to stay for a long time, it is always unpleasant to trouble the village chief. We still need a house."

The third son shouted, "No trouble, no trouble, why trouble? We can't ask for it..."

Ke Yuanliang hurriedly grabbed the third son's sleeve and stopped him from saying, "That's a good thing. There are vacant houses in our village. I'll show you guys later." Although it's a pity not to stay at their house, but It is good news to be able to stay in Kejia Village, so that everyone can have hope. Moreover, since Young Master Xia is the son of the former Left Prime Minister, Kejiacun will have a new look.

After breakfast, Xiao Yan and Xia Henqiu went out to inspect a suitable house, while the other three stayed in the house.

Yan Zhan glanced at Wen Daolin, "Are you really the prince of this country?"

Wen Daolin smiled lightly, this unsmiling general always had a little bit of hostility towards him, "It's just the prince of the subjugated country, it's not worth mentioning, it's all over."

"You are obviously Alan's master, how can you..." Yan Zhan could not forget the words written on the stone tablet.

Wen Daolin sighed, "The world is unpredictable, just like General Yan, didn't he also marry Xiaozhu? Many things are beyond human control."

Yan Zhan wanted to be angry, but he held it back for a long time. No matter how this person was said to be Jiang Lan's master, he was considered an elder. The important thing was that Jiang Lan respected him very much.

Wen Daolin looked at the hard-line man in front of him and said, "The general is too hostile, this is not good, she may or may not go back, but as long as she is still here, we should work together to protect her. Who will belong in the end, her safety is the most important."

Yan Zhan fell silent. He was right on this point. No matter what, Alan will always be the most important.

Jiang Lan was not in the house at this time. She was sitting under the camellia tree, playing with the fallen flowers on the ground. She needed fresh air and a quiet and independent space to make her think about something.

Now they are safe for the time being, ignoring the undercurrents between them. In fact, it's okay to get along like this, but she knows that such a temporary peace cannot last for a long time, and it will be broken sooner or later.

She understands Xia Henqiu's proposal, but she doesn't want to.

As soon as she comes, she will leave this world sooner or later, and she will only drag others into the abyss.

Secondly, she can't do this either. Do not do to others what you don't want to do to yourself. Reading novels is one thing, but real life is another. Often, the source of many tragedies starts from here.

Thirdly, don't say her wishes, even if she is willing, will they also be willing? No, she knew, no one would.

She doesn't want to either, she doesn't want to be a woman in this world, marry many husbands, have many children, and know that childbirth is risky, what is the meaning of such a life? She neither enjoys the process she must go through before giving birth, nor does she want to face the consequences.

She is not a nineteen-year-old girl, if she were a real girl, then maybe she would give up everything for love, but she was twenty-nine years old when she came to this world, she had already passed love is everything age. What is love? Love is just a hormone, just like a blossoming flower on the branch, there will always be a day when the flower fades. Love has a flowering period, long and short. If you are lucky, there will be a fruit left after the petals fall, which is called family love. If you are unfortunate, after the wind and rain, there will only be a patch of flowers left, scattered into mud and crushed into dust, disappearing into smoke.

Jiang Lan held her hair in a daze. In fact, why is it so complicated, isn't it good to be a simple companion? Like the American dramas of World War II she has watched, you can live or die together. What a deep brotherhood, why didn't she transmigrate into a man?

However, it is useless to transmigrate into a man. Are there still few articles about transmigrating men? In the end, isn't it boundless and boundless? Jiang Lan sighed, what a tragedy.