The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress!

A4 C108 - The First Snake

Meng Zhoushan didn't go back immediately after buying the flower. Standing on the bustling street, he watched the boy in a wheelchair finish shopping skillfully and with difficulty through the crowd, then pushed the rollers with both hands, and left this crude market made up of various stalls.

Afraid that he would be knocked down by passers-by, Meng Zhoushan followed him from a distance until he saw the boy entering the elevator, then he appeared from the corner of the corridor and walked slowly towards the elevator.

He thought the elevator doors should be closed.

He didn't intend to take the same elevator with the boy, so as not to show that he was too deliberate.

However, when Meng Zhoushan stopped at the door of the closed elevator and was about to press the button, he found that the elevator was still on the first floor and hadn't gone up. His fingertips couldn't help but pause.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator door suddenly opened slowly.

Sui Yuesheng sat on the wheelchair, watching him quietly. On his lap were several plastic bags containing the vegetables he had just bought. When he saw Meng Zhoushan, he hesitated and asked, "Aren't you coming in?"

He kept pressing the door open button with his fingertips, and then softly added two words: "Shúshu..."

These two words seem to have some other meaning, which is unclear.

Meng Zhoushan paused after hearing the words, then walked into the elevator: "Thank you."

He was thinking about when the teenager found him waiting outside.

"It doesn't matter."

Sui Yuesheng pressed the close button. He noticed that Meng Zhoushan was holding a potted flower in his arms, but it hadn't sprouted yet, and he couldn't tell the variety, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Seeing him staring at the flower pot in his hand, Meng Zhoushan couldn't help but also lowered his head to take a look: "Just now I saw someone selling it on the side of the road, so I bought a pot."

Sui Yuesheng hummed: "I know, ten yuan a pot."

The stall owner always collects flower pots that others don't want, fills them with soil from roadside flower beds, stuffs them with a few melon seeds, and then sells them. The cost may not even be a few cents.

Residents nearby know that whoever buys it is a fool.

Meng Zhoushan quite liked this potted flower: "This is a sunflower."

"He lied to you," Sui Yuesheng said, "the stuffed inside are ripe melon seeds, which won't sprout."

Meng Zhoushan was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously looked at Sui Yuesheng, but he could only see the young boy's handsome side face and thin pointed chin. Falling into silence for no reason.

Sui Yuesheng suddenly smiled: "Just kidding, I lied to you..."

No one knows if it's because of the dim light of the elevator, but the light reflected in his eyes gave him a faint light: "Take care of it well, it will bloom."

The elevator had arrived, and the double doors opened slowly, revealing the long and dilapidated corridor. Meng Zhoushan adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, then handed the flower pot to Sui Yuesheng, walked to the back and pushed him out of the elevator: "Kiddo, it's not a good habit to lie to others."

His voice was low, and the light cologne on his body smelled good, in stark contrast to the decaying musty smell in the corner.

Sui Yuesheng pursed his lips when he heard the words, inexplicably feeling a bit cramped. It wasn't until they were about to separate from the left to the right at the intersection of the corridor that he reached out to hold the potted flower and handed it to Meng Zhoushan: "Your flower..."