Love you in my whole life

Jiang Xinlu got up early on Sunday, went out for a run, ate a bowl of rice noodles outside, took a shower at home, changed her clothes and began to work on the balcony. Some of the seedlings were not hardy. In winter, she moved to the house, and now she has to move out. Taking advantage of the good weather, she has to turn over some old soil, just mixing the fertilizer she bought yesterday.

Spring has come, some flowers have lateral buds, tender leaves are purple red, curled together, slightly wrinkled, like a shy little girl, there are a few leaves as red as fire, with petioles are red, the sun shines on it, unspeakable vitality, Jiang Xinlu dull look for a long time, really love can not.

She doesn't know why she likes flowers so much. If she only wants to revive the essential oil soap, she doesn't need to plant flowers by herself. It's the same with buying essential oil. But she just likes flowers and plants. In her most depressed and frustrated two years, flowers and plants accompany her. When she sees them grow up little by little, sprout and blossom, she has unspeakable satisfaction.

Sometimes she wondered if it was because her body had decayed that she longed for fresh life.

Busy time always passes very fast. When the knock on the door rings, she subconsciously takes a look at her mobile phone and finds that it's more than ten o'clock, but who will come?

Hao Chengsheng has come uninvited for several times, which has left a shadow in her heart. They haven't contacted for nearly a month, which is a rare peace and comfort for her.

In fact, it's not entirely without his news. At the recent charity party in the city, the photo of Hao Chengsheng and Han Yani walking on the red carpet arm in arm was on the news. Although there are other people's photos on it, the combination of Gao fushai and Bai Fumei still attracted the attention of many melon eaters. The comments below have built high-rise buildings, and Hao Chengsheng has even gained a lot of fans.

Jiang Xinlu glances at the news at random. In the photo, Han Yani looks up at Hao Chengsheng and her eyes are full of love. Hao Chengsheng looks ahead with a faint smile. She is really a man and a woman with a pair of beautiful ladies.

There is such a good girlfriend, why still pester her, just because of the damned past?

Knock on the door continues, Jiang Xinlu slowly walked into the living room, "who?"

"I, Kuang Ximei," the man outside answered.

Although Jiang Xinlu was surprised, the string in her heart was loosened. It was not Hao Chengsheng.

She opened the door. Kuang Ximei stood at the door, a little uncomfortable, coughed and said, "don't you invite me in?"

Jiang Xinlu sidled aside, "please come in."

Han Yani went into the living room and looked around. She saw the portrait of father Jiang on the wall. She moved a little in her heart and said, "you live alone?"

"Well, one person."

Kuang Ximei asked, "listen to my brother, do you have any relatives in your family?"

"Well, No."

"Aren't you afraid to live alone?"

Jiang Xinlu calmly smile, "what to be afraid of."

Seeing that she was wearing an apron and gloves, Kuang asked, "are you doing something?"

"Well, get some plants."

"You still have flowers and plants in your house, and my mother loves to raise flowers," Kuang said, and she walked to the balcony. She thought about Jiang Xinlu when she was at school last night, about their marriage, about the rumors about her at that time, and about what happened after she met again

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't see Jiang Xinlu clearly. She was obviously a coquettish. Why did her brother and old lady have such a good impression on her? She used to think that her brother was confused by beauty, but her mother, as an old lady with bright eyes, was also confused by beauty?

So she wanted to go to Jiang Xinlu's house today to find out.

Standing at the balcony door, she didn't dare to go in, because it was too messy, but those seedlings grew well, lush, thriving, very lively.

"What are they?" Asked Kuang Ximei.

"Roses, roses, masts, jasmine, chamomile are all common flowers."

Kuang Ximei looked at the seedlings, "do you recognize who is who?"

"Of course, I have planted flowers for two years before. There are more than here. I can recognize the basic varieties."

Kuang Ximei was surprised. "When you dropped out of school, you went to plant flowers?"

"No After the denial, Kuang realized that she didn't want to talk about that year, so she changed the topic: "I can't tell rose from rose all the time. I thought they were a kind of flower."

"It's very good," Jiang Xinlu said. "Roses can bloom from March to November. Roses only bloom in summer."

"How can we tell in summer?"

"There are many varieties and colors of rose, even on the same kind of flower, there may be several colors. The color of rose is single, which is nothing more than red, yellow and white. As for those blue roses, green roses and black roses, they are rare varieties cultivated artificially

Kuang Ximei was a little curious. "Do you really have black roses?"

"There is no real black rose. If it is completely black, it will absorb all the light waves in the sun, heat up quickly, and damage the tissue of flowers. Therefore, the black roses on the market are actually dark red or purple roses. Because the pigment is too thick, they look black."

Kuang Ximei suddenly realized, "so it is. You know so much."

"I'll get to know what I'm interested in." Jiang Xinlu didn't want to waste her time like this. Seeing that Kuang Ximei didn't get to the point, she took the initiative to mention, "you're not here today to listen to the knowledge of flowers, are you?"

Kuang Ximei's face is slightly hot. She wanted to leave after paying back the money, but Jiang Xinlu's understanding of flowers surprised her, so she asked a few more questions.

She took a hundred dollars out of her bag and handed it to her. "I'm here to pay it back."

Jiang Xinlu did not answer, "no, it's not a big deal."

"It's a big deal for me," Kuang insisted. "You'd better take it. I'm not used to being ungrateful."

Jiang Xinlu took it, put it in her apron pocket, and was lowering her head to put money. She heard Kuang Ximei say, "and yesterday, thank you."

Jiang Xinlu raised her head. Kuang Ximei quickly staggered her eyes and looked away. "What happened yesterday, will you tell my brother?"

"No

"Why?"

"No, I don't think it's necessary."

Kuang Ximei nodded, biting her lips and looking around. She knew that she should leave, but there was another layer of meaning in her subconscious that should be conveyed to Jiang Xinlu, but she was embarrassed to speak.

A glance, see the living room by the wall of five high shelves, but above is empty, asked, "what is that for?"

"Soap drying."

As soon as she mentioned it, Kuang Ximei remembered that she had reported her to the industrial and commercial department last time. She muttered, "there's something, you may not know. Last time, that, essential oil soap..."

Jiang Xinlu knew what she was going to say and interrupted her, "I don't need to mention the past. I know that."

"You know?"

"Well, I know."

"I know you still... Help me?" The last two words were as thin as a mosquito's voice, and Kuang Ximei's face turned red.

"You're right. I dare not sell it now," Jiang Xinlu said. "If you hadn't denounced me, maybe I would have been in more trouble now. Operating without a license and three no products, the consequences would be very serious."

Kuang Ximei looked at her with wide eyes, but she didn't see the irony on her face, and her tone was quite serious.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't mean to hate you."

Kuang Ximei bit her lips back and forth, bleeding, and finally said, "Jiang Xinlu, let's make peace."