The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1871 No flowers in the coming year, let alone flower-seekers
"it is good."

Zong Zhengyu's water-soaked phoenix eyes were like torches, and his response was solemn and serious.

In contrast, Feng Canglan was much more relaxed and cheerful.

"Then it's settled."

"In the coming year, when the jacarandas are in full bloom, let's take a look at the flowers planted this year."

"Let's plant."

Feng Canglan tugged at Zong Zhengyu's cuff, and walked briskly, like a carefree and spoiled girl in love.

Two people, a pile of saplings, two shovels, and a mountain.

"This mountain must be very beautiful when it is full of jacarandas!"

Feng Canglan did what he said, rolled up his sleeves and started planting jacarandas.

Zong Zhengyu stood where he was. With his bare hands, he couldn't hold a shovel, nor could he plant flowers.

Even so, he still walked to the shovel, stepped on it, and the shovel jumped up and finally fell into the soil.

He put his foot on the shovel.

Seeing this scene, Feng Canglan hurriedly came over to stop him, "You just stand by and just watch."

"It can be regarded as planting flowers with me."

She pointed to the small jacaranda sapling next to her, "The flowers that will bloom next year must be very, very beautiful."

After Feng Canglan finished speaking, he began to dig holes and plant trees.

Obviously, with a wave of your hand, you can get the jacarandas blooming all over the mountain.

But she shoveled and shoveled, and planted one tree after another.

Zong Zhengyu stood by and looked at the figure who was planting flowers and trees, his phoenix eyes slightly closed.

It is impossible for a small sapling to bloom in the coming year.

See flowers in the coming year, and see flowers together in the coming year.

From the very beginning, it was a wrong proposition.

There will be no flowers in the coming year, and there will be no flower-watchers.

Feng Canglan planted flowers silently, concentrating seriously.

It's just that, in the corner that no one saw, tears melted into the soil one drop after another.

A mountain, a person, a shovel.

Feng Canglan planted from sunrise to sunset, and worked from sunset to sunrise.

Without interruption, without fatigue.

"Lan'er, that's enough."

"Enough is enough."

Zong Zhengyu hurriedly dissuaded, but Feng Canglan didn't raise his head, "Not enough."

"In the coming year, I want you to see jacarandas blooming all over the mountain."

In a word, Zong Zhengyu was stunned on the spot.

Feng Canglan continued to plant trees and did it by himself.

The sun is rising, and the Spring Festival is approaching day by day.

On the mountain full of small saplings, a white figure appeared at some point.

Listening to the words of the two, looking at the figures of the two, Yun Ya slightly lowered her eyebrows.

Sure enough.

Spend your last days here.

Looking at the two figures, Yun Ya came without anyone noticing, and then left quietly.

It's as if it's never been here.

Let them be quiet for the last time.

Yunya's figure disappeared into the mountain, Zong Zhengyu stared at Feng Canglan's non-stop movements and walked away quickly, crossing across to stop him.

"Lan'er, that's enough."

"Look, you planted it all over there."

"not enough."

Not enough, far from enough.

She needs to be more diverse and leave more traces of her existence.

Feng Canglan bypassed and continued, Zong Zhengyu shouted, "Lan'er!"

He went up the mountain and wanted to stop him, but his feet suddenly softened, and he staggered and swayed.

Feng Canglan's complexion changed drastically, and he teleported over to support Zong Zhengyu, "Yuyu, how are you?"

"fine."

Zong Zhengyu shook his head slightly, the cloud was calm and the wind was light.

Feng Canglan's eyes sank, and he quickly lifted the cloak to see that his legs were also empty and transparent.

Below the knees, there is a faint emptiness.

Feng Canglan's face turned pale, and he murmured, "Yuyu..."

"The Spring Festival will be in a few days." Zong Zhengyu's calm voice sounded.

It has been speculated that that kind of extinction speed will be completely annihilated during the Spring Festival...

(End of this chapter)