Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 1135
Nian Shutong, who was full of gossip, stood at the door of the flower shop, staring in one direction.

Fu Yunhe came from behind and stood beside her, making the same movements and looking in the same direction.

"Why, is the reality version of the TV series coming to an end?"

"more or less."

Fu Yunhe simply stayed and watched with Nian Shutong.

The man holding the lily bouquet limped to the woman's door, just bent down, before putting down the flowers in his hand, the door slammed open.

The woman stood and the man bent down, as if his movements were frozen for a moment.

Nian Shutong, who was watching the gossip, took a few steps forward curiously, pretending to tidy up the flower garden in front of the house.

Fu Yunhe smiled from behind, and finally chose to give Nian Shutong a small shovel, pretending to be a bit like it.

On the other side, the woman stared at the man for more than a minute, without screaming, without getting angry, or even showing any emotion.

She was very calm and spoke to the man.

"Please take your flowers and get out of here."

The man who bent down to place the flowers finally got up, his hands and feet were at a loss, the corners of his mouth were murmured, and he didn't know what to say.But he didn't want to leave, and when he finally saw her, he didn't want to leave.

"The lily you like is very fragrant."

The man handed the bouquet to the woman, but the woman didn't even look at it, and spoke again.

"There is no room between you and me. In your memory, there is only me from before, and I am no longer the person in your memory. Don't waste time here, you will only live for me now , adding a little irritability."

The woman's unusual calm made the man a little unacceptable. She shouldn't be like this. In the past, every time she saw the flowers she sent, she would be very happy.

"I...I want to see the baby."

When the man mentioned the child, the woman's eyes changed, becoming firm with some ferocity.

"According to StarCraft's law, the party who has failed to fulfill parental responsibilities for more than three years will be deprived of custody rights. You have no right to look after the child. I will not agree."

The woman's words made the man a little emotional, even a little out of control.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me, I have found a job, I can support my family."

"I beg you."

The man fell to his knees and tried to hug the woman's feet with both hands, but the woman dodged very quickly.

Nian Shutong, who was watching from a distance, let out a sigh. She knows kung fu, or she is a practitioner.

It wasn't a surprise, it was a surprise she didn't notice.

For the first time, Nian Shutong began to doubt himself a little bit.

The woman over there finally said to the man: "The past, you can't just make up for it if you make a mistake. This is the last time I tell you, leave here, otherwise I will personally send you away."

The woman turned around and closed the door, and with a bang, the man fell to the ground with his eyes blank.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, the man finally got up and left.

Nian Shutong, who was watching the excitement, didn't see the ending, but he could roughly guess some of it.

"Let's go, go back and prepare for the Day of the Dead. It is said that we will prepare a lot of delicious food and exchange it with our neighbors."

The two went back to the small building on the second floor and started to cook some food and drink. When others came to deliver the food, they would have something to return the gift in their hands.

"The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is good, and you can also make some other flowers."

"It's good to fry some fried goods."

In the kitchen, the two began to prepare while studying the recipe.

In the afternoon, many people came to give away delicious food, and every Nian Shutong returned gifts.

At night, Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe, each carrying a big box, walked out of the yard and went to the street outside.

The streets that usually only have a few street lights are extraordinarily bright tonight.

Starting tonight, for half a month, we will focus on Changming, etc., to illuminate the way home for the deceased ancestors.

The gates of each house are covered with various small lanterns. Not only that, the two neighbors facing each other from the north to the south will pull a few lanterns on each other to cover the entire street.

At a glance, this road is brightly lit, and it is really a way to illuminate the way home.

At this time, under the colorful lights, there are tables and chairs brought out by each household, put together, and put the food prepared by each household on it.

"It's so lively."

"really."

Nian Shutong took the box from Fu Yunhe's hand, turned to Fu Yunhe and said, "Go home and get the table and chairs."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Nian Shutong waited on the spot for a while, and walked over with Fu Yunhe, who was holding a table and chair, to set the table.

"You two, here we come."

"Let's celebrate our Day of the Dead for the first time."

"It was very lively."

Every family was smiling, and it is said that they celebrated with laughter to let the ancestors see that they had a good life.

The food on the table has been set, everyone sits down and raises their glasses.

In the cup, it looks like a kind of rice wine. It is milky white and has a rice fragrance. It is a special drink for the Day of the Dead.

Nian Shutong learned from everyone's conversation that starting tonight, everyone will eat out every night and bring their own food. There is so much food, there must be leftovers.

This is exactly what everyone wants. The leftover food every night, or the food specially prepared, is all prepared for the ancestors.

On the second day, the leftovers will be replaced with fresh ones at night.

Nian Shutong asked in confusion: Why do you have to eat out?

The answer I got was that only at night can I have dinner with my ancestors and celebrate together.

With respect for culture, Nian Shutong will participate every day and prepare food every day, even though they have no ancestors here.

Every day, the little girl who bought sunflowers will still come to buy sunflowers until the eighth day.

That morning, Nian Shutong opened the door of the flower shop as usual, and saw a steamy little girl, who sat at the door blankly.

"I'll get you flowers."

"No need, sister."

Saying no, Nian Shutong had a bad feeling in her heart. She sat on the steps, next to the little girl, and didn't ask, just sat with her for a while.

I don't know how long I sat there, the little girl spoke.

"Sister, my mother said that I don't know what liking is, and I don't know if I know it. I just know that I like to see him smile, and I like to see his frown when he thinks about the problem, and I also like the frown when he solves the problem." Shu Zhan, I like to see him riding a bicycle and ask me if I want to sit on it, I like to see his smile at me."

"Sister, I'm a little sad that he's gone."

Nian Shutong stretched out a hand, grabbed the girl's shoulder, and let her lean on his lap.

"If you are uncomfortable, you can be uncomfortable, there is no need to hide."

"Your sunflower boy, in your memory, no one can take it away."

(End of this chapter)