The large blooming roses in Stanley Park reminded Huang Liang of the azaleas in his hometown. Layers and layers, like paved flames, dyed the mountains and the sky red.

When the azaleas bloom, he likes to run to the top of the mountain alone, lie down among the flowers, and look at the blue sky and white clouds. There are flowers under his body, flowers by his feet, flowers on the top of his head, flowers in his palms, and flowers all around him. He can feel the vitality of flowers, with vigorous vitality, and fire-like enthusiasm.

Why do these flowers bloom so brilliantly? Obviously their lives are very short!

Why do the clouds in the sky float so leisurely? Obviously, they dispersed as soon as the wind came!

Behind the clouds is the blue sky, and what is behind the blue sky? Is there still life there?

He is obsessed with this kind of fantasy, but it is a luxury for country children, and only when he is completely relaxed in the blooming flowers, he has time to think about these boring questions.

My sister always came to look for him in the evening, and her voice came from the scent of flowers:

"Hey, brother—where are you—"

He casually folded a flower in the bush, pinched the stem, held the flower high, and shook it in the air. The younger sister walked through the flowers as light as a butterfly, and when she was about to approach, she rushed over and jumped into her brother's arms, bringing up the dancing petals, giggling and saying:

"Brother Lazy, caught you!"

...

Huang Liang seemed to have a dream. He has enough ability to distinguish between dreams and reality. If it weren't for the thorns of the rose to wake him up, he would rather live in a dream all the time.

Martha picks roses in the designated area. Although the Wolf family members have privileges, they can't go crazy, after all, it's a public place.

Huang Liang sat down on an unmanned path in the rose garden, the surrounding roses gently swayed in the morning breeze, the fragrance of the flowers was fascinating, and he was immersed in inexplicable fantasy.

Masha's voice came in the wind:

"Huang—where are you—"

He forgot that roses are different from azaleas, because roses are all thorns. He heard the call of Yingying, grabbed a stalk like a cuckoo in the past, and held it high, but the palm of his hand was pierced with blood.

Masha is also like a butterfly, passing through the flower bushes lightly, a few rose petals that she has taken up, following her dress, flying in the wind.

"Aha, I found you, I thought you were gone!"

"Give it to you." Huang Liang said, raising the rose in his hand.

Martha's heart thumped and looked up at him bravely. The surrounding wind suddenly stopped, and all the colors and fragrances of the roses were solidified in the distance. Only the one in his hand was left, gorgeous, like a fire in the sky, and it was still stained with blood as if it were flowers.

She took the rose from his hand, and suddenly saw the blood oozing from the palm of his hand, slowly flowing down the stem of the rose.

"Ah, your hands are bleeding!"

Martha put the roses into the flower basket that was already full of flowers, grabbed Huang Liang's hand, carefully pulled out some of the thorns left on the skin, and blew a few breaths lightly, and said worriedly:

"You have to pull out all the thorns. The administrator has tools. You need to bandage. Come with me!"

Martha took the yellow beam to the management office of the rose garden. The administrator is an old lady. She looked at Huang Liang's palm and said, "The first time I saw someone picking roses like this, even if my face was pierced, it would not be more surprising than yours! Where did you pierce? Yes, it's not in the public viewing area, right?"

Martha gently shook her head at Huang Liang, motioning him not to speak.

The old lady glanced at them, and while using a tool to help him pull out the thorns, she said: "Don't hide from me, I am familiar with every flower here. Young people can play romance, but they have to abide by the rules. I have been young too. Well! Do you know why I like this place? Because my wife and I met in Stanley Park. At that time, there were not so many roses here, only wild flowers that could not be named. We had a tryst here, every time he gave I picked a big canopy of wild flowers, and he also said that he would build a rose manor for me!"

Huang Liang asked: "This rose garden was built by your wife?"

"Here?" The old lady was taken aback, "Oh, no, no, of course not. This is a public facility. Mr. Wolf paid for it, so Miss Martha has the privilege of picking flowers."

"What about your wife?"

"He, he has gone to see God long ago. I think he has built a rose garden in heaven, waiting for me to go!"

...

Taking advantage of the time the old lady was chatting with Huang Liang, Martha carefully removed the thorns of the rose with scissors, and then wrapped the flowers in paper. She found that the flower was very beautiful and the fragrance was also very strong. In addition to the floral fragrance, she also smelled a faint smell of blood, but it was not fishy at all, but made the fragrance of roses special. She remembered a poem:

The rose passed by the lover's hand will always be tinged with the taste of the lover.

The old lady helped Huang Liang finish pulling out the thorns, and stuffed the disinfectant potion and gauze into Martha's hands, "Disinfect him, he really became a woman, but it's not just romantic, besides roses, she has to be able to work! "

Masha pretended not to understand, and earnestly helped Huang Liang clean the wound on her hand. She peeked at her and found that he was looking at her, and her face blushed.

...

It was almost noon when I came out of the rose garden. Huang Liang's hands can no longer ride the bike, and Masha is pushing the bike with the flower basket hanging on the handlebar. Passing the place where they met, Dickinson was collecting his fishing rod.

"Ah, good luck today!" He greeted cheerfully, pointing to the fish bucket, "The harvest is not small, come to me and eat fish soup!"

Huang Liang has almost determined that Martha is not the second leader. Although at this time he was willing to accompany Martha on the way, he wanted to chat with Dickinson, maybe he could tell something, even if he is not the second leader, he would like to ask for some things they are exploring. Also very concerned.

Martha said, "I have to send the roses back, and Master Wolf can't do without me." She looked at Huang Liang, "Go ahead, leave me alone, I'll just ride the bicycle back, but Your hand..."

Huang Liang said, "Oh, it's okay, you forgot that I am a doctor! Besides..." He looked at her, "Thank you!"

Martha smiled happily. She bid farewell to Dickinson and rode away.

"It's a nice girl." Dickinson walked over and said.

Huang Liang watched Martha's back disappear under the big red cedar tree in the distance, and then looked back and saw that there were more than a dozen small white fish in Dickinson's bucket.

"Really just eating fish?" he asked.

Dickinson stared at him and said, "What else do you want to eat?"

Huang Liang smiled and said: "Everything is subject to the arrangement."

Dickinson didn't seem to hear what he was saying, and asked, "Can you cook?"

Huang Liang said: "A little bit."

Dickinson became happy: "Haha, great, I can eat Chinese food today! Only Chinese food is accompanied by the word'food', and the rest are called'food' at most. As for Canada..." he laughed at himself. I shook my head ~lightnovelpub.net~ as if Canadian food can't even be called food.

Huang Liang was inexplicably given the task of cooking, but it was not difficult for him. There are a few children from the countryside who can't cook!

"Mr. Professor, do you often come fishing?"

"Not very often, occasionally." Dickinson said, "Looking at the vast ocean, people's vision and mind will become broadened. Sometimes problems that can't be figured out in the office will suddenly appear when you sit on the beach. Be cheerful. That's why I like fishing."

"So today you are leisurely, or have you encountered a problem?"

"Today? No, neither. Today there are guests at home and they like to eat fish, so I came here to catch a few fish."

Huang Liang feels very strange, shouldn't there be guests in the house who should be with him at home? How can anyone leave the guests to go fishing? Even if they like to eat fish, it is not very troublesome to buy a few.

"You have a guest, did I not fit in the past?" he said.

Dickinson said, "It doesn't matter, and you can cook Chinese food, and my customer likes Chinese food. Oh, yes," he suddenly looked mysterious, "Guess who the customer is? "

Huang Liang was taken aback, then changed his mind: "It's not Professor Mei who is here, right?"

Dickinson shook his head and said, "It's not him, but it has something to do with him."

"Who is it?" Huang Liang couldn't guess it.

"Selena—the old lover of Chinese Mei! Hahaha!" Dickinson seemed to think of something funny, and laughed loudly. "Just because Mei asked, she likes to eat Chinese food, if you cook well today , Maybe you can hear a lot of interesting stories about Chinese plums from her."

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