afterlife reservation

The wind became colder after another, and the raindrops passed over the midsummer, and the momentum was a little weaker.Early osmanthus blooms in the morning sun, and the strong fragrance can't wait to attract everyone's patronage.

"Grandpa He?"

He Rongfeng lay on the massage chair, raised his head when he heard the sound, and took off the old newspaper covering his face. He was dazed when he saw Shi Ji standing not far away, and then saw Wen Rong in front of him.

"Ah, sleep well."

Wen Rong, who was standing in front of Shi Ji, smiled, and put the coat on the sofa on He Rongfeng.

"Grandpa He, the temperature is low in the morning, you need to keep warm."

He Rongfeng didn't stop him, and said in a happy mood: "The old man is in good health! What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock sharp." Shi Ji said.

Wen Rong thought for a moment, and went to prepare breakfast for the two of them. Someone was cooking, and He Rongfeng was at ease. He looked at the newspaper in his hand, shook his head, and put it aside.Shi Ji walked to the balcony and sat aside, wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

He Rongfeng knew Shi Ji's temperament was silent, so he didn't blame him.

"Xiao Ji, come with me to the rooftop for a walk. The osmanthus that I planted a few years ago finally bloomed once, and the whole yard smells so fragrant." He Rongfeng said with a little more pride on his face.

Although Shi Ji didn't like such a strong fragrance, he couldn't refuse the old man, so he talked to Wen Rong, and the two went to the rooftop.

This place is very similar to Wen Rong's small garden, but it is completely different. These orange and white osmanthus blossoms are blooming alternately, and they were drenched on the ground by the light rain last night before they came into full bloom.Except for a few sweet-scented osmanthus, there are many small flowerpots on the side, but there is nothing inside. A road paved with strange stones has a unique style.

Shi Ji was afraid that the old man would fall, so he supported him, but He Rongfeng didn't refuse, and tacitly agreed to Shi Ji's behavior, the two of them almost walked under the tree, and He Rongfeng stopped in satisfaction.He looked at Shi Ji, not only did the other person's face not show a bit of satisfaction because of the fragrance of the flowers, but he seemed to be smothered by something, and frowned slightly inadvertently.

He Rongfeng smiled and said, "Xiao Ji, don't you like the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Shi Ji paused and nodded: "It's too fragrant." Too fragrant things are easy to attract the target, and it's easy to put yourself in danger.

Naturally, He Rongfeng didn't know Shi Ji's real thoughts. He just thought it was normal that Ji didn't like these things at this time. After all, they had lived for a few days, and he hadn't even seen Shi Ji express any special meaning to anything.

"Let me just say, young people don't like the fragrance of flowers, but old women like it very much... Hey, why are you talking about this to a young man?"

Shi Ji heard the loneliness in his words, and suddenly remembered Wen Rong's piece of red roses, which he said his mother liked.In fact, he didn't quite understand why he should rely on these things to miss the dead. Everyone has their own preferences, and there is no need to change one's preferences for the sake of remembrance. This is meaningless.

"If you want to talk, I'll listen. If you think I don't understand, you can say a few more words, and maybe I will understand." Perhaps because he is used to it, Shi Ji's words are always cold, and even his whole body is confused. People's feelings are always cold, and maybe it will always be like this in the future, and nothing can change it.

"Haha," He Rongfeng smiled, "Hey, what can I say, when the old lady was here, she wanted to buy a house here for the elderly, and raise a few sweet-scented osmanthus on the roof. When the flowers bloom, the taste is like coming from the sky. ...You said that I couldn't figure out what she was planning in her mind, and she left so early and left me to do coolies for her..."

He Rongfeng complained, but looked at Osmanthus fragrans without blinking.

"I didn't like it before. The sweet-scented osmanthus is too fragrant. It's so fragrant that she likes it. The fragrance is good. My daughter likes it."

When Shi Ji looked at Osmanthus, he still didn't have any special feelings. Sometimes he felt that he had lost the ability to empathize. Even Wen Rong understood this kind of bond between people, but he couldn't.

"why?"

Shi Ji didn't understand, so he wanted to ask.

He Rongfeng looked at him, not knowing what he was asking.

"Why do you want to like something that others like?" Shi Ji looked at He Rongfeng, there was no trace of confusion in those pale purple eyes, as if asking an irrelevant question, and also as if he knew the answer to this question a long time ago.

He does know the answer, but his question has long been beyond the surface, how can a simple answer satisfy his request.

He Rongfeng smiled without saying a word, looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus.When Wen Rong came up to ask them to eat, the two went downstairs one after the other.

Walking out of the rooftop, Shi Ji heard He Rongfeng say: "Who knows, maybe life should be like this, you will meet someone who is far more important than your preferences..."

If that person is gone, I can’t help but miss him with the things he likes, and I can’t help thinking, if I put the things he likes together, will he be reluctant to leave, even if he leaves, he will come back Let's see......

This is also proof that the person lived.He Rongfeng is like this, Gu Bian is like this...

When Shi Ji looked up, He Rongfeng had already gone downstairs, only Wen Rong was walking towards him.Shi Ji was slightly stunned, he thought, if one day he was gone, would Wen Rong miss him like this, but he didn't know what he liked, so what would Wen Rong miss.

"Shiji? Are you unwell?"

"No." Unexpectedly, the voice was hoarse.

Wen Rong frowned slightly, apparently not understanding why he was in such a bad state when he was fine just now.

"Shi Ji, I'm worried about you, don't hide it from me."

After a short adjustment time, Shi Ji had recovered his mood.He didn't know when Wen Rong had become so important to him. He had no doubt that if he really left, Wen Rong would be sad, even if he was just a robot... .

However, Shi Ji naturally wouldn't say what was in his heart, he just raised his head lightly and looked at Wen Rong.

"I'm really fine. If there is, I will not hide it from you."

Wen Rong tilted his head, he didn't see anything strange in Shi Ji's eyes, so he could only choose to believe him.

"it is good."

"You two little dolls can't eat anymore, come down quickly!"

He Rongfeng's voice ended the conversation between the two in time, Wen Rong blinked, and led Shi Ji downstairs together.After a happy breakfast, He Rongfeng went out for a walk by himself after the meal, only Shi Ji and Wen Rong stayed at home together.Shi Ji said before that he wanted to teach Wen Rong some self-defense skills because of his own affairs and a series of things that happened later. Now the two of them have nothing to do in the villa, so Shi Ji found a lot of related videos for Wen Rong. Observe and learn.

Wen Rong stared at the screen for a long time, Shi Ji didn't know if he understood it, and was afraid that he would be in trouble, so he reminded him several times to ask if he didn't understand, so he leaned aside and took a nap, who knew that before Wen Rong's question, he went first After falling asleep, Wen Rong inadvertently looked up and saw that Shi Ji had fallen asleep, so he turned down the sound a bit.It's hard to believe that when we first met Shi Ji, he couldn't sleep for a long time a day, and he didn't even yawn, but now, he is more like an ordinary person.

Shi Ji himself is a human being, but he has been mechanized, but he always has a strange feeling—they are all trying to be a normal person.

"Thinking about what?"

As soon as Shi Ji's voice came out, Wen Rong replied subconsciously: "I was thinking that it would be great if there was a bouquet of red roses..."

Inexplicably, the two froze.Shi Ji didn't expect that Wen Rong was thinking about the red rose while watching him in a daze, but Wen Rong didn't expect why he would speak his mind directly.

Shi Ji came back to his senses and looked at Wen Rong in a daze, thinking it was a little funny: "You look at me but think of your roses."

Wen Rong couldn't guess whether Shi Ji was upset, and said angrily, "No."

Shi Ji seemed to be waiting for his answer, just watching him like that and couldn't hold back the corners of his lips. Suddenly a bird flew in from outside the window, stopped on the balcony and chirped a few times, and the wind slightly rolled the corner of the curtain , the sun shone in, and the shadow of the bird fell into the living room, but the two people on the sofa did not notice this beautiful scene.

Wen Rong was sure that Shi Ji was not angry before he smiled and said, "I really think, if there is a bouquet of red roses now, I must give it to you."

Shi Ji froze for a moment, he sat up, as if he didn't understand, he asked Wen Rong: "Why? Why do you want to give me... red roses?"

"Don't you like it?" Wen Rong was stopped by his question.

It seems to be true, Shi Ji doesn't like red roses, he should know, Shi Ji asked him why he likes red roses when he was at home, and he also gave Shi Ji red roses, but Shi Ji never said that he likes them.However, he really wanted to give Shi Ji red roses, he really wanted to give Shi Ji all the red roses, and he wanted to plant a piece of roses for him...

Why didn't he expect that Shi Ji would not like it.

Shi Ji looked at Wen Rong's eyes from doubt to confusion, and finally looked like a child who did something wrong, his expression was full of annoyance.

Shi Ji frowned slightly, and said, "I don't dislike anything."

Only then did Wen Rong raise his lowered eyelids.

"I just want to ask, why do you want to give me roses, do you also want to give them to others? Do you want to give them... Xiaozhi?"

Wen Rong thought for a while and shook his head: "Why should I give it to them? I only want to give it to you."

Shi Ji pursed his lips slightly, he seemed to know what Wen Rong meant, but he didn't dare to think deeply about what Wen Rong meant.

"I see." Shi Ji said.

Wen Rong nodded, and continued to watch his video, and now he can make it louder.

Shi Ji looked away, and saw the little bird that flew in at some point jumped onto the window sill and then flew out, stopped on the branch and flew towards a higher place.

do i like rosesShi Ji couldn't help asking himself.

If it was before, he would tell himself without hesitation that he didn't like it.

But at this moment, he thought of Wen Rong who was standing under the sun surrounded by a field of red roses, remembered the astonishment when he first saw him, and remembered the few dry reds pressed in the book as specimens... ..

Shi Ji turned his head and looked at Wen Rong staring at the computer in his hand.

"Wen Rong."

"Hey," Wen Rong's eyes fell on Shi Ji almost instantly, "What's wrong, Shi Ji?"

"It's nothing."

Wen Rong put down the things in his hands, and peeled an orange for Shi Ji: "Here."

Shi Ji glanced at it and took it over. He didn't know what he thought of, so he couldn't help showing a little smile.

It should be, there is still a little bit of liking.

Shi Ji, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't notice the way Wen Rong looked at him with a little indulgence.