July 25, 2014, at 10:30 am, [Zhicheng Flower Shop].

The low buzzing sound of the phone vibrated the desktop, and in an instant, the man who was lying on the table was immersed in his sleep. He squinted his eyes, wiped off the mud from the corners of his eyes, restored his spirit like mud, and reached out to get the phone.

[Mom: Son, I feel that my partner I went to on a blind date yesterday had a good impression of you. People told their parents that you are okay. I will ask someone to go out for a walk next time. You are not young anymore...]

"If you ask for money and the right to sign the house when you open your mouth... Then everyone is pretty good,"

The information on the mobile phone cannot be processed in detail by the brain. The man named Chen Zhicheng was too lazy to send out his wry smile. He just buried his head on the desk again, emptying his spirit, and not recalling the feeling of emptiness as much as possible. However, with a wave of his hand, he pushed the teacup next to him off the table and smashed it with a snap.

The fragrance of fruits and plants in the store was a bit too sweet, and the crisp sound of the broken porcelain made the man wake up completely. He raised his head and stared blankly at the fragments of the porcelain cup that had been used for five years and had a little affection. He had no regrets in his heart, only empty, and even the thought of cleaning could not rise.

Chen Zhicheng, 31 years old, owner of the flower and fruit shop.

Ordinary people who wake up today and continue to wake up tomorrow.

It cannot be said that it is ordinary. After all, ordinary people may not insist on pursuing any dreams and opening a potted plant shop... At least that was what the men once thought. At that time, the college graduates who boasted about their bold words were inspiring to have a bright future. They took good care of their favorite flowers and plants every day, cultivated their most proud potted plants, and went to one or two potted plant competitions from time to time to win awards, and they were fulfilling and beautiful every day.

But, when did that disappear? That kind of motivation, expectation for the future... When did I lose my enthusiasm for loving things, and just mechanically go to and from get off work, and even when I see those cute flowers and plants, I still have a slight disgust?

Perhaps, when Chen Zhicheng discovered that everything he loved was actually worthless to the people around him and even the world.

"Zhicheng, it's fine to play with those flowers and plants all day long, as a hobby. Dad, I won't talk to you, but you must always have a serious career, just like a normal person, right? Otherwise, what should I do if I get married in the future..."

"Zhicheng, do you know Aunt Wang's daughter? She is about the same age as you... People don't dislike you, they are willing to live with you... find a chance to meet you."

——Why is it disgusting? Why can’t this be considered a career?

I can clearly make money to support myself, right? Why do I always think that this is not a serious career? Then how can I be considered a normal person?

He wanted to roar and refute countless times, but every time he wanted to speak or type, the man finally took back his words and deleted the sentences on WeChat.

Because what parents said is right.

At the beginning, he only opened a pure potted shop, without fame or anything. He fell into this unknown industry. Not only did he not have professional advantages, but he also had relevant experience in engaging in it. If he had not paid money at home and had spent the most difficult days, he would have closed down long ago.

Later, he switched to the Fuying fruit sales, which was barely balanced. But Chen Zhicheng also knew that it was the neighbors who gave him face and did not go to the state-owned fruit supermarket to buy things, but came here to take care of the business... How could he live up to this trust? He could only focus on this aspect and find the best fruit source to buy goods as much as possible.

"I feel like I'm just planning to give up my R card that failed to cultivate and go bet on a single draw of SSR."

With a wry smile, he used mobile game terms to bury himself. When Chen Zhicheng was about to take off his clothes and take a shower, he suddenly found a cool wind blew in the room... The windowsill was obviously not opened! The air conditioner at home was not turned on, and the electric fan was even closed. So where did the wind come from?

This immediately scared him. Thinking of some strange and strange stories that have been rumored among neighbors recently, Chen Zhicheng couldn't help but contact the ghost - he still believed this - and suddenly became a little weak and wanted to turn around and grab the door and run away.

Just when he was about to turn around and run away, Chen Zhicheng unexpectedly smelled a faint fragrance of flowers... It was the fragrance of a pot of molan he kept at home.

——Isn’t the Molan blooming at least the end of September? It’s only the end of July, why…

It was really unbearable that Chen Zhicheng overcame his fear of ghosts in an instant and turned to look at where he placed Molan.

As a result, he saw a small figure dancing gracefully.

It was a small dot with purple-brown wings, which looked like a flying insect at first glance. She was happily flying around a flower with wide leaves, bringing out a cool sweet wind.

"What is that?"

Because his body does not shine and his wings are also dark tones, Chen Zhicheng did not notice this small dot at first glance - but now after discovering it, his heart was full of caution, and a wave of curiosity that surged from the depths of his heart.

"ah!"

At this time, the small dot also noticed Chen Zhicheng's gaze. She let out a light cry and flashed, retracting back into a large orchid that was somewhat abnormal. The pair of wings acted as a somewhat wide petal. If it weren't for the slight vibration, even Chen Zhicheng would have difficulty detecting that it was not a petal.

Blinking and holding his breath, Chen Zhicheng approached his pot of molan with his hands and feet. He opened his eyes wide and looked close to the flower.

Just so happened that the little dot turned his head carefully, as if he was going to observe the situation around him - and this move happened to fall into Chen Zhicheng's eyes, and both of them looked at each other in surprise.

"Yaah!"

Perhaps because of the oversized eyes, the small figure immediately continued to retract into the flowers like an ostrich, trembling.

Even when looking at each other at that moment, Chen Zhicheng also discovered that the small dot with petals as its wings was a small human figure composed of leaves and petals. Although it was small, its subtleties were extremely similar to people, and it was even quite cute.

"I'm actually a little afraid of me."

Originally, Chen Zhicheng, who had always feared ghosts and gods, had probably felt a little scared when he found such an abnormal creature appeared in the flowers he raised. But for some reason, when he smelled the fragrance of molan, his heart inexplicably calmed down.

Even, a little bit of joy.

"I don't know what you're eating... I'll bring you some nectar, okay?"

Chen Zhicheng said this and did it. He immediately took out some nectar from the cabinet, then used a test tube to drop a drop on the petals.

The fragrance immediately turned the little human figure temptedly. She looked at the drop of nectar with curiosity and greed. The petal human figure looked at Chen Zhicheng, then looked at the nectar, and waved her little hand, as if asking "Can you eat it."

Chen Zhicheng responded with the second drop of nectar. This immediately made her cheer.

Looking at the little human figure that looked very similar to the fairy in the fairy, licking the nectar bit by bit, for some reason, Chen Zhicheng felt a rare sense of accomplishment in his heart.

"I can't meet my parents' request. Could it be that I can't meet a little bit? - I can't handle the nectar! As long as I have a day, eat whatever I want!"

He said proudly to the confused flower fairy, but after saying that, he sighed mockingly: "Oh, I can only talk to myself in such an embarrassing way... It's so embarrassing."

But no matter what, every time I water and fertilize, I feed the flower fairy nectar every night. Watching her happily licking it is a rare time when Chen Zhicheng can relax and smell the fragrance of flowers.

The hard and boring work seems to have some meaning. Gradually, the flower fairy will even fly over to say hello when she returns to her room, bringing a rare cool summer breeze and the fragrance of orchids.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that I actually have the energy to take the initiative to say hello to neighbors and wave to pass by acquaintances, and acquaintances will also wave to him with a smile... Change is two-way.

Even Su Zhou, the gangster who has never been serious, suddenly smiled so cheerfully at himself.

As time passed, a week and a half passed, on the day of heavy rain on August 15, the increasingly high intelligence and increasing strength of the Flower Fairy even exceeded Chen Zhicheng's expectations.

On this day, when Chen Zhicheng returned to his room, he found that the flower fairy had not flew up to say hello to him. He looked around curiously, but was shocked to find that the small human figure was actually holding a shiny kitchen knife!

At that moment, Chen Zhicheng did see such a dark idea, "Is it the flower fairy who finally revealed the true face of the monster and is going to kill himself?", but soon, he discovered that he was wrong.

When the Flower Fairy saw him coming back, she immediately babbled happily, saying hello.

Then, she flew towards the refrigerator with a knife, opened the refrigerator door, and took out a cucumber.

Because the refrigerator was very cold, when the flower fairy took out the cucumber, her wings looked a little sluggish - but she gave herself a drink and cheered up, and she actually held a kitchen knife that was much larger than herself, cut a slice of cucumber that was not even in size and was completely messy, and placed it on a plate!

Finally, the flower fairy even sprinkled some sugar intimately, then held the plate and flew to Chen Zhicheng, who was shocked, and handed the plate to him, crossed his waist, looking very proud!

"Yaah!"

The man asked with some amusement and some emotion: "Is this what you made for me to eat?"

"ah!"

The Flower Fairy nodded seriously, and then flew around in the air like a bee, as if she wanted to express something - Chen Zhicheng guessed that it was probably to repay his kindness, after all, his supper recently was cucumber slices.

Chen Zhicheng still remembered that one time he took out the cucumber from the refrigerator under the curious gaze and ate it with sugar. The flower fairy who had been favored by him probably remembered this, so he wanted to repay her.

As for the fact that cucumber was originally his thing... the flower fairy probably doesn't understand it now.

Anyway, that night, Chen Zhicheng was very happy to eat a plate of candy and put too many cucumber slices. The flower fairy was playing on the slide on the cucumber slices full of sugar water, and she was so sticky that she washed in the small bathtub that Chen Zhicheng prepared for her for half a night and slept all day.

A few days later, when Chen Zhicheng came back tonight, he did not see the flower fairy - but after a little Dingqing looked, he could find that the leaves and flowers of his potted orchid plant were naturally entangled together, forming the appearance of his face.

The flower fairy who looked very tired was lying in the center of the natural human washbasin, sleeping soundly.

"What a... naughty little guy."

Looking at this scene, Chen Zhicheng's tired and confused heart was greatly comforted. He laughed softly, then picked up the small silk bed sheet he had prepared for the flower fairy and covered it on the other party's body.

Then, he sat on his bed and looked up at the sky outside the window. Although it was heavy rain and thunder, pale flashes knocked on some silt in his heart.

"Even the little fairy knows to repay kindness, cook for me, and even make my own home like me... But I am always entangled here, regardless of the care of my parents, and just complained about myself..."

He whispered to himself softly, then smiled and shook his head: "Really, why am I still decadent - isn't it just that the future is not as good as I expected at the beginning? Just try to overcome such a small thing."

——From today, come on!

But the next morning.

Chen Zhicheng, who had not opened a store, suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Who? Come here."

Chen Zhicheng, who was cleaning up some broken fruits and vegetables in the store, was a little puzzled, and walked to the door of the store with some caution - a neighbor who planned to buy some fruit in the morning? Then send a WeChat message and send it to him later. It would be so troublesome to come and knock on the door.

But after opening the door, Chen Zhicheng immediately knew something was wrong.

Because standing at the door was a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue robe, long beard and tall crown, and a badge of a professor at Zhengyi Academy.

Behind him, the four men looked extremely strong, with their chest muscles as if they were full of life.

"Do you say?!"

Chen Zhicheng is not a fool either. He immediately thought of the recent TV news and the "resurrection of spiritual energy" mentioned by his neighbors - he accepted this very quickly. After all, even the flower fairy appeared, what is impossible?

Was it the flower fairy discovered?

Thinking of this, he immediately thought in his mind that he wanted to find an opportunity to notify the flower fairy to hide, or ask her to leave quickly, but by chance, he seemed to have noticed some breath. The flower fairy who had been staying upstairs quietly flew down the stairs and looked at the door curiously.

Chen Zhicheng had no choice but to discover that the professor also saw the flower fairy.

"Several officials...what is there..."

Chen Zhicheng, who squeezed out a smile on his face and was extremely uneasy and nervous, didn't know what to do, so he could only force the words to block the five people at the door. Behind him, he made crazy gestures to the flower fairy, signaling the other party to leave quickly.

But the professor smiled and sighed: "Mr. Chen, don't worry."

"We came here specially. Although it was indeed for your flower fairy - or flower fairy, we had no intention of being unfavorable to you."
To be continued...