? ( 1)

The flowers are huddled in the beige sofa, boring and pressing the remote control hard, and the LCD screen keeps flashing, even before I can see the picture and jump to another picture.

The mobile phone on the desk suddenly lit up. Accompanied by the friction of the desktop, Hua Kai stood up, looked down at the flashing mobile phone screen for a few seconds, held it with a horribly thin hand, scratched it, put it to his ear and walked onto the balcony.

"I thought you weren't answering your phone." A clear man's voice reached Hua Kai's ear from the other end of the phone through the current line, and Hua Kai could even imagine the man's evil smile.

What can I do for you? Huahua squatted on the balcony railing and looked down at the hospital.

"See if you are dead."

"I hung up." Hua Kai instantly tightened the hand holding the mobile phone, and the veins stood out on her knuckled hands burst, showing her anger. She was about to take her cell phone. A word in the microphone made Hua Kai silent for a while, close to her ear.

"There is a new painting. I took it for you at the auction. "

"Thank you," Hua Peanut said firmly, and then said, "I'll call the money into your account."

"The flowers are blooming. You haven't had a concert recently. Do you still have money to buy paintings?" The man's surprised tone reached Hua Kai's ears, and Hua Kai smiled, rolled his eyes and returned to the garden below.

"Isn't there my brother?"

"When the flowers bloom, you are really more and more like the big lady of the chaebol family."

"Ha ha, it is. I'll take it as a compliment. "

"Rare I did something for you. There will be a concert in five days. Be my partner. Will you come? "

"Can't go, to die. But are you sure you don't play violin and cello? "

"Bah, you are really cursing yourself."

"However, Moon Sea, to be honest," Hua Kai paused for a few seconds, and his eyes became deep and deep.

"When I die, play me a cheerful song. Crying is not my style."

"Haven't heard of, one thousand by the scourge? If I am angry with you, you won't kill me. Remember to put the money in my account, painting is really expensive for you ... "

The man scolded, hung up the phone, listened for a while, and dialed another number.

"Hey, what's wrong with Huahua?" was answered in just a few seconds, and the tenderness made the Huahua lying around the hair on the railing look soft.

"Give me a call YueHai. He bought me something. "

Mu Chen's hand kept banging on the desktop, and the assistant with the file at his desk looked at the man who was suddenly cold and suddenly softened. Mu Chen's hand stopped, spread out on the table, took the cup on the table and drank a mouthful of water.

"There is a new painting" is a problem, but it contains affirmation.

Well, the flowers are faint.

"Shall I bring you the painting?"

"No, bring a smaller one, so I can put it in the album." The flowers bloom for a while, and my mouth is stuffy. She watched a girl in a hospital gown suddenly appear in the garden. Her eyes shrank with a jerk. Is it Pinellia ternata?

"Huahua, the hospital said that time is running out, so hurry to do surgery!" Mu Chen hasn't finished yet, but she heard a muffled hum.

"Brother, I am in pain." The flowers covered their hearts but clung to the weak opening of the railing, but stared at the girl sitting quietly on the garden bench. This is the advantage of condescending. People above can always see the bottom, but people below can't see the people above.

Mu Chen only had time to hear the sound of a fall. He stood up in awe, shouted Huahua, Huahua, and ran to the underground garage as fast as he could. The assistant looked at the shaking glass door and quickly followed.

Mu Chen called the hospital as he ran. When he arrived, Huahua went into the operating room. Just now, he issued a request for immediate surgery.

He sat anxiously in a chair outside the operating room. This floor has its own operating room, and everything has been prepared almost long ago, just waiting for the flowers to bloom.

Feeling a little uneasy, he took off his suit jacket and tie and punched the cuffs and neckline, but even so, he still felt oppressed.

Mu Chen underestimated the willingness to blossom.

A few minutes after Mu Chen arrived, the door of the operating room opened. It was a flower, holding her heart in one hand and stumbling out step by step. Her chest was bloodshot. The open door looks like a group of frightened doctors and nurses who are at a loss when watching the flowers bloom. Their hands are shaking, too, with scalpels in their hands.

Mu Chen walked quickly to the front of the flower, but she gave him a push. She smelled terrible and showed no expression. Some of her assistants were even frightened by the little girl's imposing manner, so that they didn't notice that Mu Chen hit his head on the bench.

The severe pain made him dizzy and couldn't stand up for a while. When he stood up and strode after the flowers, he was a few seconds late and was shut out with a bang.

Mu Chen twisted a few times and didn't open the room. He lost control and shouted to his assistant, "Go downstairs and get the keys in the car, quick, quick."

The assistant just came to his senses and hurried there.

Mu Chen slapped the door and shouted over and over again, "Huahua, Huahua, open the door."

Flowers stumbled all the way, and the scalpel in the doctor's hand, which had just suddenly opened her eyes and was scared, scratched her chest and oozed blood.

She fell on the sofa, shivering, clutching her chest, pale, almost, almost. She struggled to raise her head and looked at the blue flowers beside the bed, unable to close her eyes.

When Mu Chen opened the door, he saw the flowers hugging tightly, clutching his chest and trembling. He staggered to his knees in front of her and hugged her.

Huachu patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Brother, I'm so scared." Before she finished, she cried and tore her heart out.

However, Mu Chen knew that he patted Huahua's thin back and silently accompanied her to tears.

When the assistant came in, he saw two equally flustered people, one curled up on the sofa and the other kneeling in front of the sofa, hugging each other and crying.

The girl cried so desperately that she wanted to drag everyone into the darkness of the abyss Suddenly, the assistant couldn't stand such sadness and his face became ugly. He closed the door gently, sat down against the door and touched his face, only to find that he didn't know when he was in tears.

? (2)

Mu Chen went to the roof wearing a sweater. When he opened the door, he saw those shoes with flowers neatly facing the bench and lying quietly.

Huahua stepped barefoot on the wooden bench, half of her body was beyond the platform and she leaned out.

He is going to walk over and look at the flowers with his back to him, holding a mobile phone in his hand and sticking it to his ear. After a pause, he went to the opposite bench and sat down to watch the flowers bloom.

Even on the phone, when Mu Chen looked at his feet in full bloom, he was dishonest. He bent his knees and lit the surface of the chair with his toes. He smiled gently and looked at this lovely scene.

She was in a bad mood during this period of flowering, and she didn't have much strength. Usually she has to bask in the sun in her room and needs him to carry her to the balcony, so it is difficult for her to climb to the roof today.

Mu Chen saw Hua Kai's mobile phone slip off her mobile phone, landed on the bench, jumped a few times, and rubbed her white and thin feet.

Hua Hua turned around, and Mu Chen was about to get up and call her, only to see that her calm face suddenly became miserable, and her hands covered her left chest, crumbling.

Mu Chen's sweater fell off.

He ran to the flower with all his strength, only to see it fall back and disappear in his sight.

He put his hand on the edge of the bench where the mobile phone was in full bloom, and tried his best to reach out as if to hook the white skirt, but she still fell from big to small.

For Mu Chen lying motionless on the platform, the time seems to have been extended.

He clearly heard the hunting sound of her skirt piercing the air, clearly watched her fall slowly, and even seemed to see her let go of her hand covering her chest and smiled at herself, even knowing that she had a bang before she could speak, and tore off her smile.

The bright red color instantly covered the figure, and his pupils contracted fiercely, and his whole body trembled, as if the impact had happened to him at the same time, and he felt the same.

Extreme pain spread from the bottom of my heart down the blood and slowly occupied all his consciousness.

He saw the gushing doctors and nurses lift her up and push her in, but he kept that posture as if he could catch her.

When I was looking for it, I saw Mu Chen like that. He ran to him in pain and pulled him hard.

The sudden strength made Mu Chen numb all over. He sat on the ground and looked at his numb hands. He covered his face, and in an instant, a little tear seeped through his fingers and fell into the dust.

Knowing that she doesn't have much strength, maybe she climbed the roof and ran out. Why not go at once, so far away from her?

Obviously, most of her body standing in the chair is much delayed than that of Taiwan Province, so why not?

I know that she has been ill a lot recently, so why not think about it more?

Waiting for him to cry silently, watching Mu Chen wipe away his tears, watching him stand up, holding the mobile phone on the bench, stepping to pick up the sweater abandoned on the ground, patting the polluted dust carefully, and walking away step by step.

? (3)

Pinellia looked up at the towering hospital building. She thought she would never come back, but she didn't expect to come back in a few days. Thinking about the paper bag lying quietly in her backpack, she lost her mind for a moment and resigned herself to stepping in.

When the elevator on the top floor opened again, Pinellia came out, faced the nurse's desk and stopped her little nurse. Pinellia saw her lost face for an instant and realized that she thought of herself.

Pinellia gently walked to the nurse's desk, put down her backpack and took out the paper bag. She put the paper bag on the nurse's desk and said to the puzzled nurse, "Help me return this thing to the room she entered before" and "Return it to the person in that room". Then she turned to go, only to be stopped by the frightened nurse. Pinellia watched her hand closely and thought she didn't want to.

Pinellia picked up the paper bag and walked to the room. No one answered when she knocked at the door. She gently unscrewed it. The room was silent, the books on the shelves disappeared, and even the flowers on the bedside withered. The nurse hurriedly explained to Pinellia, who stood at the door in amazement.

"I just want to tell you that she is dead."

Pinellia mechanically turned to look at the nurse. "What did you say?"

"She just passed away a few days ago."

"But ..." Pinellia wanted to say, but when she came a few days ago, she was still fine, still fighting like that year after year.

"Nothing, but I can't lie to you about such a thing."

Pinellia quietly looked at the paper bag in her hand, put down her backpack and stuffed it in again. She walked away. Just as the elevator door closed, she was opened by a pair of hands. She saw the panting little nurse open her mouth intermittently.

"How do you walk so fast, I want to tell you. If you must return something, go to Jing 'an Road 1, where her brother is. "

"Thank you"

Pinellia got out of the taxi and looked at the still towering building. She raised her steps, then lowered them and turned around. In a place like this, you can't meet the person you want to see without an appointment.

Pinellia remembered that in the hotel, she was rummaging through things and the paper bag fell out of her bag. When the tree picked it up and asked what it was, she shook her head, turned her head and started looking for something again.

The previous house expired when Pinellia was hospitalized, and now she lives in a hotel with Mulin, ready to find a house.

The tree sold another painting to buy a house, but was not satisfied with what it found these two days. Trees are for art, which inevitably requires more, and the most important thing is silence.

When the finger of the tree touched the bronze key in front of Pinellia ternata, Pinellia ternata was silly. The tree joked, "Xiao Xia, you won't find a house to hide your beauty."

Pinellia wondered if Jiao Jiao had opened, and her face turned red.

The trees looked at the blushing flowers. "Little summer can't be true, can it?"

"No, maybe a friend made a mistake. Is there anything else in the bag? "

The tree raised the paper in its hand. "A piece of paper with an address on it."

Pinellia took the paper bag and key, remounted it, put the bag on her back and prepared to go out. She explained to the tree, "I'll explain it to you when I get back. I'll go out first."

(4)

It was that day that the trees clearly knew for the first time that there was something wrong with the house.

Tree and Pinellia have seen many houses, but they are not satisfied. After Pinellia, they brought the tree here as soon as they meditated and gritted their teeth.

The house is quiet, in the alley, you can drive, which is very convenient. There is a small pond in the yard, which is the only satisfactory place for trees for so many days.

Pinellia came back that day, and the tree didn't ask, and she didn't say. When she came here, the trees touched her heart. She sighed secretly and didn't ask.

Neither of them can afford this land or this house, and the house is hardcover and fully furnished.

A few days ago, Pinellia was away, and the forest came back from the door and saw a man playing the violin. This man was forgetful at home. He looked at himself with the key and opened the iron gate.

"Sorry, this used to be my friend's former residence, but I didn't expect it to be." Fang Mu clearly remembers his words and his hasty and chaotic steps.

That day, the trees hid in the study, took a book to read, and brought a glass of water.

The books on the shelf are the types that trees usually read. Pinellia ternata came in looking for a book, searched the bookshelf for a long time and casually asked where the tree was.

Without mentioning the specific location of the tree head, Pinellia successfully took out the book and muttered to the tree.

"The books on the shelf are arranged in a strange order, like alphabetical order but not like it."

"The strange thing is ..." The forest connected smoothly and suddenly broke. When the hand holding the cup shook, the cup fell on the thick carpet and instantly sucked up all the water.

The tree looked up at the bookshelf and his pupils narrowed. He suddenly stood up, too fast, and picked up Pinellia's cup as a surprise.

"Lin Mu, what's wrong with you?"

The trees were in a hurry, and his always cold face was broken.

"Nothing, I'll go to the studio for a while."

Pinellia confusedly looked at the trees and fled, turned to look at the strange arrangement of bookshelves for a long time, and found nothing.

The canvas in front of the tree is terrible. It seems that he uses strokes.

"Ha ha" Lin Mu was alone in the studio with a wry smile. Maybe he knew all along, but he didn't find it, so he didn't know.

Lin Mu's coming to the studio is just an excuse. He needs a quiet place because he is so rude.

Because Pinellia never comes to the studio, unlike someone. Thinking of that man, Lin Mu pushed open the easel in front of him.

The mobile phone on the desk at the door rang at this moment. It was a heavy cello sound, but it was the redemption and liberation of trees at that moment. He dropped everything and answered the phone.

"Kaichuan, don't tell me when you will hold an art exhibition." This is a friend's painting, Li, but his words puzzled the trees.

"I didn't. I bought almost all the paintings. I only have a few in my hand. How can you hold an art exhibition? "

"Why not, most of them are your paintings, and I can admit my mistake. The signatures are all Kaichuan. Jing 'an Road area, how expensive is the boundary around here? Are you sure it's not you? "

"How can I have so much money to hold an exhibition there? I still live with Xiao Xia. "

"May be a private collection of oil painting exhibition. Not only you, but also dozens of unsigned paintings. Much softer than your brush strokes, but a little immature. Yue Hai and a live cello accompanied him. "

"Who is Yuehai?" The forest opened in surprise.

"Open sichuan, no! Everyone is in the art circle. You can not only draw! "

"Jing 'an Road, right? I'll go and have a look. " Lin Mu hung up the phone, packed his things and prepared to go out, only to find that Pinellia ternata was not there. He was thinking that he would ask her about the house when he came back.

The bookshelves are arranged alphabetically after HKALM.

The shade closed the iron gate with a calm face. On the way, he found Yue Hai, a talented violinist.

? (5)

A few months later, Pinellia once again set foot on Jing 'an Road 1 and came here again at the moment when she wanted to accept the gift.

Many things make her feel that she has unconsciously entered a bureau and can't get out, which weighs heavily on her. The expression on the tree just now made her very uneasy.

Pinellia has always been a carefree girl, and so has falling in love with a forest tree. However, from the moment she entered the room, the familiarity with forest trees could not be hidden, and Pinellia began to feel uneasy and irritable.

Pinellia looked up at the tall building. She doesn't know what she is here for, an answer or a truth.

Why does she know her face when she doesn't know flowers?

What are the house and trees, trees and flowers? ...

Why do trees never talk about flowers, or do trees never talk about the past?

She raised her feet like that day, and if the truth can't bear it, then she retracted her feet again.

Turn and leave.

Isn't the flower opening dead? Even if she has something with the tree, it won't change anything. Trees still live with themselves, don't they?

Pinellia laughed a little rudely. She walked on Jing 'an Road, and the sound of violin from far and near calmed her agitation.

Gradually, there was a dull cello sound, similar to the ringtone of a forest mobile phone. Pinellia didn't understand these things before, but now she feels very comfortable.

She followed the sound. It was an open art exhibition.

When I walked into the exhibition, I saw a picture. A girl in a white dress is sitting high in the golden sea of flowers. Her long hair fluttered, and in front of her was a cello bigger than her body. She turned her head proudly to the violin, as if playing the violin for that flower. The girl's face is vague, but it makes Pinellia feel very warm.

Pinellia ternata walked with the tree for a long time, and it could be seen that the brush was soft and seemed to infect everyone who saw the painting.

Next to the painting, there is a man in a black suit playing the violin, listening to the cello sound released in the exhibition, and Pinellia's heart can't stop shaking for a moment.

On the other hand, Pinellia's face is pale, because most of the other paintings in his eyes have a small signature "Kaichuan" at the lower right, just like what people in the forest gave Pinellia.

Pinellia touched the painting that had just given him warmth. Just when the violinist stopped, Pinellia touched the painting gently with sadness.

"This painting is a photo of my friend, and she is on display, all her paintings."

Pinellia heard her trembling mouth, "What's your friend's name?"

"Flowers bloom" The man's gentle opening was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart. She couldn't breathe in an instant and ran away without looking back.

The sound of violin and cello came from behind, but the music that had healed her wounds was like a sword, cutting the beating organs in her chest one by one.

Pinellia stepped into Jing 'an Road 1 Building and anxiously explained to the front desk that she was looking for Mu Chen. The front desk disdained to look at Pinellia ternata, but did not let go to convey it to Pinellia ternata and refused to let her in.

Pinellia is thinking that she sees herself as a woman who worships money and clings to the phoenix.

Pinellia ternata, struggling, is going to give up.

Maybe if she goes back today, she can move out of the house and live with the tree without knowing anything.

But just like at the beginning, she was held by a pair of small hands, and Pinellia followed her hand to see the small suit, looking serious, as if she had gone through several months and returned to that day. Didn't she go that day? Maybe this is not the case now.

"Sister Xia Xia, are you looking for Sister Huahua?" Just like the original inquiry, let Pinellia suspect that maybe the nurse lied to herself that day, and she could see that she was lazy when she was brought up by her thoughts.

"Yes, no, no,no." Pinellia don't know what she answered.

Looking at her deep face, I am no longer as innocent as before. Maybe those women who have only presented brilliant flowers have bloomed.

"I know, my brother is upstairs. I will take you there. "

I picked up Pinellia and walked to the elevator. I looked back at the man at the front desk who was surprised and embarrassed and seemed to have made a big mistake. I said calmly, "Don't worry, you're doing very well. Not everyone can enter this building. "

A word made the people at the front desk breathe a sigh of relief, but made Pinellia's face white for a few minutes. Looking at a sophisticated child like an adult, his deep eyes like Mu Chen made Pinellia feel that he had nowhere to hide.

Pinellia pushed open the glass door with longing. At that time, Pinellia, who was pursuing the truth and the answer, never thought that on that day, she could not help but wonder if she should open the door.

Pinellia saw a spacious room with bright French windows. She saw the beige sofa like a hospital and the reclining chair in front of the French window screen. She can even imagine Huahua lying there sleeping peacefully.

There is a long Zhang Shen brown table in front of the bookshelf in the room. The man just sits there quietly looking at piles of papers.

It's been a while. He seems to be getting colder. Maybe this is his true face, but he is willing to give her all the tenderness in front of that woman.

He still feels deeply sad and lonely. He looked up at Pinellia ternata, paused and bowed his head.

"Keep reading, ask the assistant to bring a glass of water and a computer."

Read well turned out, Pinellia seem a little stiff, only Mu Chen and her in this room.

Mu Chen seems to be aware of the helplessness of Pinellia ternata. He has a bitter taste in his throat. "Sit down, and you will know what you want to know later."

"Ah, oh" Pinellia went to the sofa and sat down. That's it. It seems that all my thoughts and secrets are presented to others, which makes people uncomfortable and insecure.

The assistant came in soon, with a computer in his hand and a glass of water. Pinellia admired his ability to manage expressions. When he saw clearly that he should be surprised, he hesitated for only a few seconds and smiled impeccably at himself.

"Give her the things, you go out and sort out the meeting materials, and I'll be out in a minute."

Mu Chen looked into the eyes of two people before he spoke. He watched his assistant go out. He loosened the bow tie, put his hand on the second drawer on the right, opened it, gave up and tightened it, opened it for a while, took out a USB flash drive, walked beside Pinellia, and put things next to the computer.

"It has everything you want to know." Mu Chen walked to the front of the French window and looked out. "You have to decide whether to watch it or not, and don't come after going out from here."