Aoba Office

I didn’t have the contact information of Master Xuanqing, so I called Gu Mo.

Seeing me like this, the thin man didn't ask any questions and just waited quietly for me to finish my work.

Gumo's phone was connected. He was much more energetic than the last time I contacted him. I heard the sound of the game on his end again.

"Are you in trouble again?" Gu Mo opened his mouth and asked.

"The love tree, do you remember it?" I said in a heavy tone.

Gu Mo said "Oh", "Didn't I leave that to the old Taoist?"

I told Gu Mo about the news and finally asked, "Can you contact Master Xuan Qing?"

"I'm telling you, little brother, I've left this matter to the old man, so don't worry. The old man is..."

I interrupted Gu Mo abruptly, "No..."

"You don't think it's good..."

"I mean the situation is very bad. On the TV..."

"Wow - have you seen it? The love tree has grown new leaves. The leaves are growing very fast. Professor Huang, is this not normal?" the reporter shouted.

Professor Huang's voice was full of surprise, "Yes, logically it wouldn't be like this. The love tree is..."

"Ah!" the reporter exclaimed again, "it fell..."

The thin man asked in confusion: "Brother Qi, could this be..."

My heart went cold.

In my eyes, countless faces appeared on the trunk of the tree, half male and half female, forming a happy smiling face, like a work of art full of symbolic meaning. But I know this is not a work of art. Those leaves are bright red and woven with countless red lines. When it fell, the red thread at the petiole was still stuck to the branch, just like a ball of wool falling to the ground, and the thread kept coming out. When the leaves completely fall to the ground, the red thread hangs on the tree and floats in the wind. The material is similar to silk. When the wind blows, it spreads and disappears in the wind. I saw half and half human faces on the leaves on the ground. Every time the human face on the tree trunk slowly disappears into the tree lines, a new leaf will grow on the branch of the love tree.

This way of growing and falling...

I said to Gu Mo in a hoarse voice: "You turn on the TV, no, you search online..."

Everything on the TV screen, the reporter's voice disappeared, turned into a narration, and a title appeared at the bottom of the screen.

"This is the picture of the reporter's on-site interview yesterday. Today, the reporter came to Kangxin Road again. The love tree is not growing new leaves. Botany experts are studying the strange phenomenon of the love tree."

Yesterday...this happened yesterday.

Does Master Xuan Qing know? Has it been processed?

I looked at the new shooting scene, and the human face on the love tree disappeared again. This tree looked like an ordinary tree. Of course, its entangled trunk alone was very special.

Gu Mo's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I just saw it. This is a good thing."

"What?" I couldn't believe it.

"It is releasing the imprisoned souls, which is a good thing. I just don't know why it is doing this, what will happen if those leaves fall into other people's hands, and what will happen to the tree itself and the bones under the tree." Gu Mo said in a calm voice.

"Did you hear anything?" I asked.

"No." Gu Mo said disdainfully, "The equipment of this TV station is too bad. The microphone can only pick up the nearest sound."

When a TV station shoots an interview, it must not include a bunch of background sounds.

"Don't we care?" I asked hesitantly.

"I don't care. As for you...do you have a girlfriend?" Gu Mo asked.

"No." I darkened my face.

"Oh, then it shouldn't be a problem for you to take care of it. Well, we don't rule out the possibility that the lovers under the tree eventually became enemies, and the female ghost among them came to find you." Gu Mo laughed twice and added , "It's possible that it's a male ghost. I'm a very open-minded person."

"That's really good." I had no interest in chatting with Gu Mo, "You can't contact Master Xuan Qing?"

"No. Only Ye Qing knows how to contact him." Gu Mo replied.

I had no other choice, so I hung up the phone. Seeing the thin man staring at me closely, I told him about the love tree.

"Really? You didn't say that before." The thin man was surprised.

"I thought there was a real person named Xuan Qing..."

"A lot of them have been sold now, right?"

"Well, it's already 400." I looked at my phone. At this moment, this store sold a lot more. I remembered what the reporter said, and went to the social networking site to find the account of Zhang Long, the boss of Longfei Group. I saw the pinned content on his homepage with a large picture of the leaves of the love tree. The number of forwarded comments below exceeded 10,000. . I didn't see any strange face on that leaf.

"The fat man bought flowers, not this, right?" the thin man said suddenly.

We looked at each other.

I quickly called Fatty.

The fat man answered the phone after a while, his voice was joyful.

"Fat man, you didn't buy the leaves of that love tree, did you?" I asked hurriedly.

The fat man was confused, "No, I bought the rose. What are the leaves of the love tree?"

I breathed a sigh of relief and told him about the incident, "Be careful."

"Oh, don't worry. Brother Qi, is this troublesome?" the fat man asked worriedly.

"I don't know, no one has died yet. Moreover, the original function of this thing is to allow two lovers to be together after death...in a rather twisted way." I thought about it and found that this love tree is still good for living people. It's really not harmful, so there's really no need to be too nervous.

Relax, I won't disturb Fatty's date.

When the subway arrived, Slim Man and I walked to the office.

"Fortunately it was just a false alarm. Brother Qi, be optimistic, be optimistic." The thin man shook his head.

I also feel that I am neurotic and always think of the worst-case scenario when encountering something.

"Let's get off work early today. It will definitely be terrible in the evening." The thin man caught a glimpse of a man holding a bouquet on the street, with a constipated look on his face.

I smiled and said, "What? Are you allergic to pollen? Still can't stand the atmosphere of love?"

"I can't stand those unscrupulous merchants." The thin man did not forget his own resentment, "The black roses and white roses don't bloom on ordinary days, do they only grow on a few holidays? This is a huge money trap. It’s blatant.”

"You've never been to a flower shop, right? There should be one there usually."

"I've never been to a flower shop and I can guess it. Look at the color of that coquettish bag. I've never seen it before." The thin man raised his chin.

I looked over and saw a pair of lovers holding flowers. The girl had a bright red rose in her hand.

"Isn't it just ordinary red?" I was confused.

The thin man was surprised, "Brother Qi, are you color blind? How did you pass the physical examination?"

I stopped in my tracks and asked cautiously: "What color do you think that rose is?"

"Blue and black." The thin man put away his complaints and answered with the same caution.

I swallowed, "So, what about before? The man who walked in front..."

"A circle of champagne color with a pink heart in the middle." The thin man also swallowed.

"Is there...a flower shop near here?" I asked.

"There should be one in front."

The two of us walked through the unit building in silence, turned at the intersection, and saw a small flower shop. The flower shop is small, but plastic buckets filled with flowers are placed on the sidewalk in front of the store, and each bucket is filled to the brim.

"All colors, only this one is red." The thin man spoke first and pointed it out to me with gestures.

The two of us got closer and closer, and my steps became heavier and heavier.

Standing in front of a bucket of roses, my feet felt like lead.

"Now there are only ordinary red roses and some pink roses, and the others have been reserved. You should buy them quickly and make a decision!" The boss shouted to us while arranging bouquets. There was also a cry from the back room: "I want another bunch of Love You 365!" The boss responded.

"Boss, do these flowers come from a flower market?" I asked.

"These are imported, but they are local over there." The boss pointed, "The red roses are all local, and they cost twenty-five cents each."

"Are these all imported from the same place?" I ordered some randomly.

"The white ones are imported from country B, and that one has been reserved. The yellow ones are imported from Beihang." The boss became impatient, "What do you want to buy?"

I shook my head, turned around and walked away.

"Brother Qi, what's wrong? All you see is red?" the thin man asked in a low voice.

I was about to answer when my phone rang.