The story of a wheelchair-bound doctor who picked up a little wolfdog
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I looked up at the big toon flowers and couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of me, I planted them."
Then I broke off one toon flower after another, until I held a full bunch in my hand. Holding it in my hand gave me an indescribable sense of accomplishment. After all, I had been raising it for five years. I lowered my head and smelled the toon flowers. After smelling enough, I wanted to give the flower to Eleven, but when I looked up, I saw Eleven looking at me in a daze.
"What's wrong?" I subconsciously touched my face, thinking there was something on it.
"It's nothing." Eleven came back to his senses after being caught by me. He avoided my sight, took the bouquet of chrysanthemums that I had just broken off, played with it, and asked: "Do you plan to put these flowers in the window? Do you want me to go to the market to buy a vase."
I glanced at him, as if I were looking at a fool, and said, "No, you can make Taishi cakes."
When Shiyi heard what I said, his hands that were playing with the flower branches were stunned. He saw that I was showing no mercy to the few toon flowers in front of me, pruning one branch after another. The trees were almost wiped out by me. He looked at the delicate and budding flowers in his hands again, and a rare unbearable look appeared in his eyes.
I read the unbearable look in his eyes and said calmly: "Otherwise, why do you think I would grow it? Is it just for the sake of looking good? Stop making trouble. I never grow things that can only be looked at but not eaten."
Eleven: "..."
Purpose: This is an inspirational story of a young man starting from scratch
