【Ghost White】When the grapes are ripe

"Walking around is still you."

Office worker & flower shop owner / new BGM, new perspective

BGM: "Confidence Flower House"

There is no garden and mountains for you to visit

Give up being a giant and become a flower arrangement man

"Where should I start?" Bai Ze looked up at the cloudless sky. The past was too long, and it had been piled up in the bottom of his heart, turning into a knot. Now that he had a chance to get rid of this knot, he didn't know where to start. beginning.

"You know I used to be a doctor... well—"

Ghost Lantern didn't say a word, waiting for the other party to sort out his thoughts, and finally the owner put down his hand that was rubbing the copper ornaments on the earrings, and told his story.

——The mist that shrouded his body was pushed away by those delicate hands, and the figure in white in the center of the mist became clearer and clearer.

After a few years of medical student life, I have experienced the bitterness of entering the society during my internship. I finally got to be a doctor, but I am very busy from morning to night, with very little free time.Doctors are supposed to save lives and heal the wounded and give hope to people, and it is even more impossible to bring negative energy into their work, and they should greet patients with a smile.High-intensity work, insufficient rest time, always wearing a smiling mask... Even if I feel tired occasionally in my heart, I finally persisted because I love this job.

——If that incident hadn't happened, he should still be a doctor in the hospital now.

Not all operations can be successful, and not all critically ill people can be rescued from the brink of death.People always seem powerless in the face of life and death, and only a thin piece of paper in the death notice can overwhelm people's reason.And people often look for other objects to vent at the first time, and what's more, they attribute it to the uselessness of doctors.During the period when the medical incident was the most intense, colleagues in the same department or other departments were injured almost every day, whether it was mild or serious, but the final outcome ended with the patience and concession of the doctors.He himself also suffered some minor injuries, which hadn't completely cooled his doctor's benevolence. What really made him feel mixed was that a nurse accidentally injured a troublemaker in self-defense and was suspended. He couldn't forget A nurse couldn't cry, the wound on her forehead had just been treated briefly, and there was a little blood on the pale bandage. She asked why with a choked voice, but there was silence in the huge office.

why?

Later, the absurd turmoil gradually subsided, and everything seemed to return to normal, and the nurse was reinstated and returned to her post.He still talks and laughs with his colleagues as before, and is considerate to patients, but that question always lingers in his ears.

He was at a loss: he worked hard all day, devoted time and energy that no one knew about to prepare for an operation, and fought against countless fates. What did he get in the end?Is it just an aggrieved and disappointed "why"?

The success of the operation seems to be the natural duty of the doctor, and the failure of the operation will suffer the most vicious curse and doubt.This kind of dedication is always not proportional to the reward, even the gods will get tired of it, let alone he is just a human being.

In his third year on the job, he submitted his resignation.

On the night of his resignation, he went to the bar he frequented and got drunk because he didn't have to get up early the next day to go to work.Drunkness can temporarily suppress the heavy loss in the heart-about the past, the present, and the future.

And when he walked out of the bar, the streets were full of feasting lights at night, which made people dazzled.Walking on the pedestrian bridge, one car after another speeds past on the bright road, pulling out light trails.He leaned on the railing of the overpass, taking advantage of the night breeze to sober up, and the pressure he had accumulated for a long time burst out suddenly. He was always able to adjust his mood quickly, but at that time he felt deeply lost like never before.

Bai Ze stopped at this point, bowed his head and gave a small smile.

He said that it seemed to be some kind of festival that day. There was a tall and thin boy selling flowers on the overpass. He didn't notice each other because one of them was standing on one side of the overpass and the other was on the other side of the bridge.And when he was blowing the wind and surrounded by low air pressure, that boy walked up to him at some point and gave him the last rose. The nice baritone said in a low voice: "This is the last rose. One, I think maybe you will need it."

He took it in a daze at the time, as if he had lost his language function at that moment, he didn't know what to say.

And the boy who looked like a student had already turned around and left.The shadow of the black clothes melted into the shadow of the tree growing beside the overpass.

He thought, he really needed that flower at the beginning, after that day he spent a period of time idling at home, and it was the flower that he put in the water bottle but was still blooming tenaciously that woke him up——after receiving Before that flower, he never thought that flowers also have the effect of healing people's hearts.

Go open a flower shop.

He secretly decided.

When Bai Ze talked about it again, he still felt sorry for not being able to leave the contact information of the other party, and thanked him well. After all, the exchange of only one sentence was too short, so that now only the pair of dark eyes reflecting the little lights Eyes are imprinted in his memory.He recalled that scene countless times, trying to piece together a complete face from the eyes, but failed repeatedly, and finally he could count the crow-black eyelashes one by one, and clearly see the narrow eyes. The point where the tail is turned upwards.

"That boy was entrusted by a friend to sell flowers for him that night. It was very late at that time, and there was no one on the bridge, but there was still the last flower left. The boy was a bit obsessive-compulsive, and he felt that selling flowers was also a job. We must sell the last one, but it was a pity that it was almost midnight, and Valentine’s Day was about to pass. The couple did not wait, but a drunk man came, and the drunk man seemed to be very sad, so he thought, occasionally Good man. So I gave the flowers to that person." Ghost Lamp has been dutifully playing the role of a listener, and suddenly spoke when Bai Ze's voice fell.Bai Ze turned around in surprise, his eyes widened in disbelief, "You, how do you know?!" Gui Deng found the other party's expression very interesting, and continued: "You were so drunk that night, standing alone on the overpass You are blowing in the wind, your face is expressionless, your eyes seem to fall on the road under the bridge, and it seems that nothing is in your eyes."

Those long and dark eyes overlapped with the deep and lingering eyes of the person in front of him at this moment, but at this moment there was no glimmering light reflected in those penetrating eyes, only his own appearance.Bai Ze never thought that such a coincidence would really happen. He had rehearsed countless times to say thank you in front of the Lord, but he was stuck in his throat like two years ago and couldn't say a word. He clumsily covered up his At a loss, I wanted to change the subject: "Then, that guy is you... What a coincidence..."

Ghost Lantern turned his head, clenched his fist and covered his mouth, coughing in a very fake way.

"Hey!! You want to laugh, right?! You definitely turned your head to snicker, right?!"

During the noisy interval, Bai Ze rubbed his red wrist just now, and said, "The incident just now made me feel that there is nothing wrong with being a doctor again."

Ghost Lantern's face was calm as usual, "No matter what decision you make, I will support it."

dong dong.

dong dong.

After telling the past, my heart was relieved, but because of this simple sentence, it started to beat uncontrollably in the chest.

——That is the frequency called "heartbeat".