Heart light

Qiao Dongyang failed to deliver the flowers on time.

Not only did he fail to deliver the flowers on time, he was a full 58 minutes late.The driver managed to drive the car near the customer's company, and he refused to drive further: "Look, the front is blocked, I really can't drive any further, or I'll spend the whole night here!"

It was so late that Qiao Dongyang was numb. He hugged and dragged ten bouquets of roses and got out of the car.

A second ago, wild berry roses were as delicate as cranberries in April. The moment the car door was closed, heavy rain came oncoming.Together with Qiao Dongyang, Ye Berry became extremely embarrassed in an instant and lost all color.

He was scolded by a guest.He is sweet-mouthed, but only in front of his family, friends, and people who are kind to him.But at this time it was his fault, he could only bow his head and let others scold him.

The guest is a well-bred person, but he didn't swear.But she was wearing an exquisite suit and high heels, standing in the bright hall, and taught him calmly and restrainedly.Qiao Dongyang knew that he shouldn't be so cowardly, and he shouldn't let others teach him with his head down.She's not his mother, let alone his brother.

But he really doesn't put his trust first.He was soaked all over, and all the water on his body dripped to the ground, and his feet were full of water.With that guest, the contrast is so obvious.It's been a long time, and he hasn't been so embarrassed.When he heard a guest say that he "doesn't keep his promise", he was most afraid of being said such a thing, so he finally whispered: "I'm sorry, it rained heavily on the way, and there was a traffic jam—"

The guest interrupted him unceremoniously: "Then why didn't you take an umbrella before you came out? Our company is not far from your flower shop, and it only takes you more than 20 minutes to walk here. Or why don't you find a few more people to deliver it together?" Flower? Boss, with all due respect, you are really not suitable for a flower shop! Since you don’t have the ability, you shouldn’t have accepted my order at the beginning! Now that you accepted it, you failed to do it well!

What would our event be if it weren't for the fact that there was another florist nearby?I see that you are still young, so I won't say more, but I won't buy flowers from you again in the future.You do it for yourself!When doing things in the future, please think about whether you have that ability! After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.

The sound of high heels is crisp, pleasant, but indifferent.

Qiao Dongyang lowered his head, his mouth deflated, and he almost cried.He was still holding the two paper bags in his hands. The bags had been ruined by the rain a long time ago, and the bouquets fell all over the ground.He bent down to pick up the bouquets.The originally full bouquet could only hold two bouquets in one hand, but now they are all wilted.He reluctantly hugged all ten bouquets of flowers into his arms, turned around and walked out.

In the heavy rain, he couldn't get a taxi at all, and he didn't take a taxi again.

Facing the thunder and heavy rain, he walked to the flower shop in a daze.The guest's words were still in his ears.He felt that the guest was quite right.He often does things that are beyond his ability.

The flowers in his arms are wilting more and more, but he is unwilling to let go.

During the thunderstorm, there was still a strong wind, and his wet clothes were full of coolness.He used to be a paralyzed man with no feeling in his lower body. After long-term treatment, he gradually regained feeling in his legs.And under such a thunderstorm, he seemed to be the only one in the world.Even his legs could clearly feel thunder and electricity.

His leg was a little sore.

His vision was so blurry that he couldn't even wipe the rain off his face with his hands, he knew he couldn't do this anymore, his legs couldn't take it anymore.The doctor told him too many times to protect his legs.Even in April, when the weather was so warm, he wore two pairs of trousers on his legs.

His legs are his life.

He started to pick up his pace, getting closer and closer to his flower shop.Finally, just across the road is his flower shop, his heart light.

When opening this flower shop, his elder brother said that the name was not good, and that it was better to use his name "Dongyang".But he insisted on using this name. He felt that "light" was a particularly wonderful word, a word that could instantly fill him with energy.

he likes.

Now, his shop is in front of him, he took a deep breath, and the moment the green light turned on, he walked across.

Before leaving the zebra crossing, he put all the flowers in one hand, and with the other hand he went to find the key in his trousers pocket, but it was empty.His head was also blank for a moment, and then he realized that he didn't bring the key, and the key was locked in the store again.

He looked up at the flower shop, but he stepped on a few sycamore leaves, which were too slippery, and his legs were already sore, so he fell hard.

The bouquets were scattered all over the place.

After repeated "hissing" several times, Qiao Dongyang was so painful that tears all fell down. These were real physiological tears.As sad as before, he didn't cry.He tried to stand up on the ground, but his legs were numb and he couldn't stand up.For a moment, he panicked. He was afraid that something was wrong with his leg again.But years of optimism told him not to think about it. He gritted his teeth, propped himself up on the ground, and stood up inch by inch.

There was nothing around him to hold on to, and his legs trembled slightly.He couldn't control those flowers any more, he tentatively took a few steps forward, his legs shook even more, and he walked more carefully.

If there is no one around, he has to go on.

He has only himself.

He took another deep breath, ready to go under the awning in front of the door in one go.Fortunately, in June, because of the hot weather, he asked someone to install a canopy on the door.

But when he was getting closer and closer to the canopy stiffly, he saw the pot of cyclamen on the ground. The cyclamen had been beaten to pieces by the rain, and the delicate flower buds had disappeared.

He froze in place, he forgot, forgot the pot of cyclamen.

The tears that had already stopped fell again.

The guest was really right, he couldn't do anything right.Even such a potted plant, he couldn't take care of it well.Why did he insist on taking pictures?Why can't I remember to take the photo back after taking the photo?Why does he always pick up sesame seeds and lose watermelons?

Why is he so incompetent?

He went to pick up the potted flower, but because of bending over, his legs couldn't support him, and he fell to the ground.

Then he was never able to stand up again, and he lost all feeling in his legs.

Liu Beiye returned to Shanghai from Suzhou. Halfway through the car, while still on the highway, it started to rain heavily.

Liu Beiye was reading documents when he heard the sound of rain and looked out.He has been in Suzhou for the past few days, and he was still curious about what the silly brother of the Qiao family is like now. He planned to go to the store to have a look when he went back. After all, he took care of it.Seeing such heavy rain now, I hesitated a bit.That little fool must have gone home long ago, right?

After arriving in the urban area, the driver asked him: "Are you going home, or going back to the company?"

He hesitated for a while: "Go home."

"it is good."

Seeing that the driver was about to drive the car off the elevated highway, he said again: "Let's not go first. Go to that flower shop first."

"it is good."

The car was getting closer and closer to the flower shop, Liu Beiye looked over from a distance, and saw that except for the street lights, all the shops were closed, and none of the lights were on.The driver said: "The meteorological station has issued a red warning, and the shops on the street are closed early."

Liu Beiye nodded, he knew this was the case, but he still came over to take a look.

He looked away and said, "Then go home."

"Row."

Liu Beiye lowered his head and was about to continue reading the document, but suddenly looked up again.The driver was about to turn a corner, and he said urgently: "Wait!" He took a closer look, and saw that there was indeed a figure nestled in front of the flower shop of Qiao's younger brother.Under the streetlights, the figure was hidden in the shadows, and if you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't see it.

The driver slowly stopped the car in front of Xinguang.The windows of the car were covered with traces of rain, and Liu Beiye couldn't look carefully, and couldn't tell who it was.He reached out to open the door, but the driver said, "Boss, I'll go down and get you an umbrella. The umbrella is in the trunk."

"It's okay, I'll go down and have a look."

"It's raining too much—"

"It's okay." Liu Beiye put down the things in his hand, opened the door and got out of the car, and he took a few steps forward.Now it was finally clear that that person was indeed Qiao Dongyang.

It was the first time Liu Beiye saw Qiao Dongyang like this.

Curled up dirty and dripping like some unwanted little stray cat, no, not as good as a stray cat.With such a heavy rain, no matter how stupid a stray cat is, he knows to find a place to hide from the rain. Fortunately, he just sat in the heavy rain, and the posture of his legs was even more weird.

The rain was too heavy, Liu Beiye forced his eyes open, walked up to him, and called him, "Qiao Dongyang."

Qiao Dongyang didn't respond at all.

"Qiao Dongyang, hello." He called again.

Qiao Dongyang still didn't respond.

Liu Beiye squatted down and called him again: "Qiao Dongyang? What are you doing sitting here? Ah?"

Qiao Dongyang finally came back to his senses at this time, he slowly raised his head, his face was completely embarrassed by the heavy rain.He was actually holding a half-broken plant in his arms, and he stared straight at him.

Liu Beiye was a little worried: "Qiao Dongyang, what's wrong with you? Do you still know who I am?"

Qiao Dongyang suddenly cried "Wow", the sound was loud, louder than the sound of rain.

Liu Beiye was very close to him, and when he heard the sudden cry, he almost stood up again without being frightened.

From the moment Qiao Dongyang lost feeling in his legs, there was only one thought in his mind: he was paralyzed again.Other than that, he couldn't think of anyone or anything, and he didn't dare to think about it.Can't think about it at all.His legs were paralyzed again, and everything returned to the original point again, no, it was worse than the original point.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of him, someone he knew.

His nerves, which had been tense all the time, were broken in an instant.

"Don't you cry? What's wrong with you?" Liu Beiye was most afraid of others crying. His mother could cry every time she watched an advertisement, and she cried for an hour. He was very afraid.Now that the younger brother of the Qiao family is crying like this, he is a little panicked.

"My legs are paralyzed—" Qiao Dongyang cried, his voice full of despair.

"..." Liu Beiye looked down at his legs, "Can you still stand up?"

Qiao Dongyang didn't say a word again, as if he couldn't speak at all, he just cried loudly.

Liu Beiye stretched out his hands, trying to hug him, but Qiao Dongyang's upper body shrank back reflexively.

Liu Beiye's voice subconsciously softened: "I'll take you to the hospital." He hugged Qiao Dongyang again, but Qiao Dongyang's upper body was still tense, instinctively defending against outsiders.

Liu Beiye sighed, help people to the end.He said as softly as possible: "You can't go, I can only hug you, and I will take you to the hospital. It doesn't matter, your leg has been cured a long time ago, and there will be no problems."

Qiao Dongyang looked up at him.

"Trust me." Liu Beiye said to him, his voice full of soothing power.

Qiao Dongyang looked at him for a few seconds, then murmured unconsciously: "I believe in you."

Liu Beiye gave an "um" and hugged him horizontally, this time Qiao Dongyang didn't avoid him again.It's just that Qiao Dongyang still held the potted flower in his arms, and Liu Beiye didn't care anymore.

Holding an umbrella at the side, the driver, who had been hesitating whether to go forward, stepped forward, covered their heads with the umbrella, and asked, "Boss, is he sitting in the front or the back?"

Liu Beiye looked down at Qiao Dongyang in his arms, and said, "Sit in the back with me, let's go to the hospital."

"it is good."

Walking into the car, Liu Beiye wanted to put Qiao Dongyang down, but Qiao Dongyang stiffened and curled up in his arms.He sighed, still holding Qiao Dongyang in his arms, and said to him softly, "Put the potted flower in your arms into the trunk first, okay?"

Qiao Dongyang curled up, lowered his head, did not speak, but his arms were tightened.

Liu Beiye stopped persuading, raised his head and said to the driver, "Let's go, go to the nearest hospital."

The car left here like this, but the rain was still so heavy.

It's just that there are no other cars or pedestrians on the road, only their car, four headlights, and three people in the car.