"A Begonia Flower": 6, at this moment, the white begonia slid into his heart

"Are you sure it's here?"

Guo Mosheng slowly drove the car into a small courtyard. The courtyard is very unremarkable, and the sign is hidden in the leaves of the climbing tiger. Fengcheng Elderly Cadres Activity Center.

Wu Ming did not answer, pushed the car door and went down. Guo Mosheng locked the car, took two quick steps, and walked side by side with him. Wu Ming looked around and continued along the path to the east.

In the small town of the north, the traces of autumn are not obvious. On both sides of the road, the leaf tips are slightly yellowed. I don't know which day, as soon as I open my eyes in the morning, the leaves on the ground will cover the path. It's just the yellow of the north, like a noisy mood, that is difficult to be pure.

They stepped onto a small arched bridge. This wooden bridge is a bit old, oily, slippery, and shiny. Between the planks and the planks, there is a big gap. Under the small bridge, there is a bay of water, bending and bending. The carp in the water, covered in colorful colors, are densely packed. Hearing footsteps, they scrambled to the bridge. They scramble and struggle to open their mouths. These hungry mouths, like the muzzle of a black hole hole, aimed at them.

Guo Mosheng subconsciously took it into his pocket, but then waved apologetically at them. The fish, however, thought he had left something behind, and searched back and forth eagerly, stirring up the sound of rushing water. There were also several large ones that jumped out of the water.

Guo Mosheng stood in the middle of the bridge, bent down, and stroked the fish in the pool. They are still responding enthusiastically. I forgot that this guy standing on the bridge didn't have any food in his hands.

"The fish's memory is only 7 seconds." Guo Mosheng said intently. "It's so nice."

Wu Ming also stopped, his face shaded. "They're a bunch of parasites."

Guo Mosheng glanced at him and snorted, "But it's pretty good, isn't it?" ”

"The better it looks, the more disgusting it is."

Guo Mosheng raised his right hand and swung it, indicating that he did not want to talk to Wu Ming. But the happy mood has been crushed to the end. He sighed softly, raised his head, and his gaze was drawn to his left front.

A ginkgo tree soared into the sky. The yellow color suddenly poured into the heart. Only this season, Ginkgo biloba is proud of everything, distinguishing it from autumn in the north. Only this plant, yellow is pure. In the breeze, a few early yellow leaves broke away from the branches. They don't know where the destination is, so they let the wind and waves sway. Some fall on the cobblestone path, which adds a touch of color. Some hit the surface of the water, and small ripples began to spread slowly. Some flew across the river, and the thick green plants swallowed them up in an instant.

At the end of the path, a small building, standing behind the ginkgo biloba, did not make a sound. Why didn't you just notice it?

"This ginkgo tree is a hundred years old." A sweet voice sounded behind them.

They turned back. Begonia, dressed in a white dress, stood in front of them. She held out her hand to Wu Ming, "Professor Wu Ming, right?" I am Begonia. ”

Wu Ming's cold face was a little cramped. He held out his hand, but pointed to Guo Mosheng, "Guo Mosheng." I brought people to you. After saying that, he quickly removed his eyes from the face of the white begonia.

Bai Haitang turned his hand to Guo Mosheng, "Master, hello." ”

Guo Mosheng reached out and gently shook it. Cool, slippery. At this moment, the white begonia slid into his heart. The brilliant yellow in his heart instantly became a supporting role, and was stripped of his brilliance by this pure white.

"Brother Master?" Guo Mosheng withdrew his hand, but he didn't know where to put it.

Begonia smiled, "I'll take a picture of you." ”

Wu Ming glanced at them both, left the small bridge directly, and walked to the door of the small building to wait.

Guo Mosheng timidly handed the mobile phone to Bai Haitang. She took it, stepped back, bent down slightly, and adjusted the angle.

"Professor Wu is a little upset."

Guo Mosheng faced the camera, and the muscles on his face were shaking unconsciously.

"That's just the way he is. especially...... Especially prejudice against beautiful girls. When this sentence was spit out, Guo Mosheng's heart suddenly stretched, feeling like removing a major problem.

Bai Haitang returned the mobile phone to Guo Mosheng, and a trace of redness flew across his face.

"Let's go and register first."

Guo Mosheng followed her, and there was only this bouquet of white in his eyes. She swayed, leading him. A piece of ginkgo biloba leaf, swirling above her head, also fluttered with her.

Guo Mosheng stretched out his hand and squeezed it. He did not allow it, and this white was stained with any other variegated color.

It's a small hotel that is not open to the public. The building should be no smaller, there is no elevator. A chubby aunt led them to the sixth floor. She pushed aside the room that was rushing toward the stairwell, turned around, and smiled a little, "606, this room can be lived." She held out her left hand and pointed to the north, "There is also a 603, which can also live." With that, she squeezed through them and headed downstairs.

Guo Mosheng shouted at her, "No key? ”

The aunt turned her head and pointed to the stairwell, "That's on the plate." Find it yourself. ”

Guo Mosheng noticed that there was a small coffee table on the staircase. A red plate lay on the table with a pile of keys inside. He leaned down, flipped through the inside for a while, found two, spread them in his hands, and reached out to Wu Ming.

The corridor was dark, and only a cloud of light was penetrated at the end. In the light lay a chair, and a silhouette leaned against it, motionless, like a statue. Looking at the past from this position, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a man or a woman, whether it is old or young. Wu Ming retracted his gaze, shrunk his body, and found the key to 606 from Guo Mosheng's hand, "I live here." You stay in that room. ”

Boom. It was the sound of Wu Ming closing the door. Guo Mosheng walked slowly along the corridor. The statue also slowly became clear.

This is an old man. Not very old, just in his fifties. From the hairstyle, it can be distinguished that this is a woman. It's just that the hair is mixed in the bright light, and the original color cannot be seen. She had one hand hanging on the outside of the chair and the other on her cheek.

Guo Mosheng relaxed his steps, but there was still a sound swirling in the corridor. The old man was unmoved, and she didn't care about everything around her. There seemed to be something pulling her. Such a thing was the only existence in her world.

The door of 603 was half open. Guo Mosheng turned around, pushed open the door and walked in. He took off his bag and tried to throw it on the bed, but his hand was just raised and suddenly stopped in the air. He approached the edge of the bed and gently lowered his bag. At this moment, he noticed a faint depression in the bed. According to the shape, it is formed by a person curled up and pressed sideways. In the position of the head, there is also a long hair. Guo Mosheng cried and laughed, picked up the bag and put it on the table.

Guo Mosheng walked to the door, gently closed the door, turned and went into the bathroom. Bathroom is huge. Guo Mosheng unscrewed a little water hose, washed his face, and when he looked for a towel, he found that there was no towel, no bath towel, not even toilet paper.

Guo Mosheng put his hand on his clothes, rubbed it back and forth twice, returned to the table and sat down, waiting for the water on his face to dry naturally.

This hotel has a quirky atmosphere everywhere.

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