Chapter 21: Flower Pots Falling from the Sky

Chapter 21: Flower Pots Falling from the Sky

On the day Cui Jing moved, Zhai Yang called the moving company.

There's really no need to do that, she can scream by herself.

Cui Jing watched with a headache as several female employees wearing disposable gloves and disposable coats carefully sorted and packed her private belongings.

She was of no use and felt a little tired after standing for a while, so she had to get off and wait in the car.

When Zhai Xia Xia passed by, she just thought that the two of them were going to move out. This was the excuse given by Zhai Yang: People who have started a family should have moved out long ago.

Zhai Yang sat in the driver's seat.

The car door was opened and Cui Jing sat in. She first put down her hand that contained the bag, then her hips, her upper torso, and finally her legs that were wearing thin and transparent stockings.

It looked familiar, like the one he had casually stuffed into the drawer at the end.

His gaze lingered on her ankle for a moment before he restrained himself and looked away.

"Go straight there? Address."

Cui Jing didn't want him to know her new address. "Why are you going so early? You haven't even finished packing yet."

Zhai Yang thought about it and agreed.

"Let's go play with Mrs. Chen." Cui Jing looked at her hair in the mirror and made sure it was combed.

Today she wore a pair of not-too-high pointed shoes and only thigh-high stockings, because she had an appointment with Mrs. Chen to go out for a massage as usual.

Cui Jing really likes Mrs. Chen.

He is tactful and speaks nicely. He does not offend others or pry into other people's privacy too much. He never takes the initiative to talk to her about family matters, husband, or children.

Cui Jing thinks that she is a waste since she came to this world.

Chen Shurong is also a money-eating beast who eats the money of her husband and her family, and the two hit it off immediately.

I've been wasting my time here all day.

Cui Jing babbled something: "The purpose of life is to die, and the meaning of life is to enjoy life."

Chen Shurong said, wearing a steam eye mask: "Yes."

Cui Jing also said: "When the mind is in a state of nothingness, the behavior tends to be hedonistic."

Chen Shurong took off her blindfold and continued to agree. "You're right."

The topic ended there in my memory.

After Zhai Yang dropped her off, he saw her waving happily as she got out of the car, with no sign of reluctance in her movements. He drove the car forward again, not wanting to go to the company anymore to pressure himself.

Then... adhering to the "offensive" virtue, he stopped at a nearby gym.

"Apply for a card."

Zhai Yang is very rich, and he may not come again in the future. The two-year gym membership is as useless as drinking water.

After venting, the muscles of the whole body are engorged with blood, and the clothes are half wet and half transparent and stick to the body. With broad shoulders and narrow waist, the undulating muscles of the upper body are clearly visible, and the lines are particularly beautiful.

The big man and the skinny newcomer next to him looked at him with admiration.

Fifteen minutes later, he went to the single bathroom to wash up.

The water valve was turned to maximum, and the high-pressure shower head crashed into his cheeks, nose and lips like a surging wave, pressing on his chest, compressing his lungs and robbing him of oxygen.

Again he felt like he was suffocating, like drowning in the sea.

One division, three divisions, three divisions.

One hand pressed the water valve switch, and the waves stopped.

"Xue Yijie."

Zhai Yang said softly. His dark eyes were distant and dark, and the water from the ends of his hair flowed down, flowing over the corners of his eyes, his upper lip, and down his chin to his sexy Adam's apple.

The wet chest glowed with health.

He manually dialed a number that he was familiar with. "I want to treat you to dinner tonight, is that okay?"

There was a sarcastic laugh from the other end, the voice was clear and the tone was numb, "Do you have the choice to give me a refusal?"

Then he hung up the phone.

Zhai Yang stared at the phone for a long time, "No."

He threatened him with his newly found sister.

……

Cui Jing felt a little embarrassed for once.

Chen Shurong buried her head in her arms, resting her head on her plump breasts, and cried inconsolably.

The massage was going well at the beginning, but suddenly Chen Shurong asked them all to leave and tears started falling.

"My husband's illness is getting worse."

"The doctor issued a critical illness notice."

"I called the doctor aside privately and asked him again and again. He shook his head and sighed, saying that he could prepare it."

"My husband and I had a business marriage. He was the best-looking one in his family, but he didn't have a good life. He looked pathetic. He was the third person I fell in love with at first sight."

"After being married for so many years, our feelings for each other faded a lot. I barely saw him all day long, but I never thought that he would be gone one day."

"I'm not even ready yet."

Cui Jing listened to her intermittent story. She hesitated for a few seconds and then placed her hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "Don't be too sad."

Chen Shurong cried even louder, her face was tearful, and soon she was out of breath, her eyes were red and even to the tip of her nose.

She held Cui Jing's waist even tighter, which caused Cui Jing some pain.

She kept muttering, "Now that he's gone, I'm the only one socializing, and I don't like hanging out with those people."

"You're all I have."

"Ohh Ohh ohh."

Cui Jing paused to offer comforting words.

Finally... Chen Shurong calmed down, seemed to realize her own gaffe, and smiled shyly.

"Jingjing, I lost my composure."

Then the rain turned to clear and she took out a wet towel to wipe her tears, then rang the bell to call someone in to continue.

Cui Jing's thoughts landed for a few seconds before she took off immediately, continuing to soar in the clouds. The technician's gentle and soothing hands continued to drag her into the silence of another world.

She closed her eyes.

Chen Shurong turned to look at her.

Looking at her closed eyes, her cold, golden, indescribably precious face, her cold white skin, in this quiet room filled with a sleepy twilight atmosphere, the two technicians adhered to their duties, moving their hands without saying a word.

Calmness reaches its peak.

The female voice with a somewhat bored tone in her memory that day rang in her ears again.

“When the mind is in the state of nothingness, the behavior tends to be towards pleasure.”

Chen Shurong heard herself say, "You're right."

She is nihilistic, pleasure-seeking and has no ambition.

Her parents were disappointed in her at one point, but they didn't say it, but she knew it.

The Chen family has always used the burning fire of desire as the source of life, and her parents are powerful and wise.

Her brother and sister were also like soaring eagles, unruly and ferocious, the most ferocious hunters, but the Chen family produced an outlier like her.

She is a hedonistic wimp.

The woman said calmly again: "No, I was joking, ma'am."

Her light amber eyes looked over, with mercy and forgiveness in the rising incense. "Please continue to enjoy it, ma'am."

Chen Shurong raised her hand to wipe away the slight moisture from the corners of her eyes and said, "Jingjing, I'll take you back later."

"Then I'm going to buy a pot of flowers."

"it is good."

"Buy some ready-made hydrangeas, phlox, and weeping jasmine, and put them on the indoor balcony. Plant some lotus in the water tank on the rooftop. I'll go to the flower shop and have a look later. Maybe I won't be bothered to take care of them."

"I have a boss I know," said Chen Shurong.

After visiting the flower shop, Cui Jing was delivered to the downstairs of the apartment in the new community by Chen Shurong, holding the soft pink phlox that she saw at first sight. The rest of the bosses delivered the goods to the door.

"Please come up and sit when I've finished tidying it up." Cui Jing waved her hand while holding the flowerpot.

She carried the flowerpot to the balcony window sill and planned to loosen the soil. There was no one downstairs, only the grass and trees swaying in the wind, their leaves swaying gently.

Somewhere in the dark, she suddenly felt a mysterious sense of evil.

The next second, the flowerpot in his hand suddenly fell down.

She stretched her hands into the air but caught nothing.

——A soft pink flower remains on the windowsill.

The flowerpot that fell from the sky crashed irretrievably to the ground.

At that moment, the pedestrian downstairs seemed to think he heard the sound of some objects passing through space at high speed, and he should have walked forward or backward quickly.

But he stopped for no apparent reason.

The vase, attracted by the center of gravity, brushed past his head and shattered on the ground under his feet.

The bouquet of flowers lay in disarray amidst the mess of glass, its trembling stamens covered in splashing water and dust.

Xue Yijie raised his head and looked up along the light.

He half-squinted his eyes and saw clearly the face of the long-haired woman with a slightly raised brow who was sticking her head out from upstairs.

Indifferent and slightly surprised.

The sunlight was warmer than ever before. Her long seaweed-like hair hung down naturally from the sky, and was coated with a circle of faint light, as if countless stagnant times were flowing rapidly. The pleasant sounds of the piano and drums struck his heart.

The dust particles floating in the air are all illusory.

Xue Yijie's heart began beating violently at that moment.

How strange, he thought.

This feeling.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Cui Jing said loudly. Her voice suddenly pulled Xue Yijie out of the stagnant time in the afternoon.

"No, nothing." He said hesitantly. The next second, warm liquid flowed across his beautiful cheeks, and the smell of rust instantly filled his nostrils.

He stretched his hand to the top of his head and smeared his hand with red, but he could no longer see the color on his hand with his eyes open. The world in front of him turned black and white, and he could only see large areas of dark colors.

Is it blood?

Cui Jing's heart almost stopped. She watched the victim fall limply, pushed open the balcony door and rushed downstairs.