Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 267 - 46: The Will That Brings Opportunity (Fourth Update)

Early in the morning, the house was quiet, and in the northern winter, the houses were centrally heated. Zhuo Feng, accustomed to the south, found it a bit unfamiliar each winter after living there for a few years.

The first thing he did every morning was to open the window to let in some air. The cold wind brought the curtains along, and also a whiff of a faint fragrance that made one’s groggy mind suddenly clear up a bit.

When opening the window, a layer of frost formed on the glass. Zhuo Feng pulled back his elbow and accidentally hit a daffodil pot.

Zhuo Feng looked down, "Where did this daffodil come from?"

"We don’t have any daffodils at home. If you like, we can buy a pot to nurture during the New Year," Feng Xing hurriedly closed the window. It’s often said that women are meticulous, but in their family, this had to be said the other way; men had to be meticulous. The big temperature difference between indoors and outdoors, especially in the morning right after getting up, made it easy to catch a cold from the chill.

Because of the elder Bai Juyi’s matters lately, the young couple had been extremely busy. Feng Xing, being a man and usually focusing on exercise, was still holding up quite well. Zhuo Feng, on the other hand, had exercised less after graduation, and had lost seven or eight kilograms over two months.

"Look at this pot of daffodil, doesn’t it look a bit unusual," the severe cold of January seemed to have frozen Zhuo Feng’s tongue too.

"It is unusual, the color is really vibrant, it looks quite festive. But the color is so strange, I’ve never seen a daffodil like this," Feng Xing said, unable to stop himself from touching it, only to be slapped away by Zhuo Feng.

Generally, daffodils are white, and rarer ones might be red or yellow, but such red and white ones were truly unseen before.

"Yesterday, when Xiao Xian entered the hospital room, he seemed to be holding a daffodil too. It couldn’t be Master Bai’s daffodil bulb, could it? Gosh, really a transformation, such a dry, wrinkled bulb with mold spots, and yet it bloomed such gorgeous flowers?" Zhuo Feng held the flower lovingly, this pot of daffodil had bloomed only two flowers, both in pairs.

In the pot, the daffodils seemed to be Red-mouth daffodils but were different from the usual ones. Perhaps because there were only two flowers, the diameter of the corolla was larger than usual daffodils at about 7-8 centimeters. The petals were arrogantly red, with an inner auxiliary crown of white jade color, the edges of the petals slightly glistening, as beautiful as a lady coated with a layer of tearful mist.

When Xiao Xian came out of the room, Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing were endlessly praising that pot of daffodil.

"Xiao Xian, you’re up, come and look. Isn’t this pot the one from that moldy onion bulb? What did you do to nurture the daffodil so well?" Just looking at the flower now, no one would think of that dry thing that Bai Juyi had nurtured for decades without blooming.

"There’s a gardener at school who used to specially nurture daffodils. He said he soaked it in mercury water for a while, then used some mite-killing solution, and when it got back to me, it already had leaves and buds. Yesterday, when I went to the hospital, the temperature in the hospital was high and the flower bloomed," Sacred Heart Middle School indeed had a few good gardeners, though this wasn’t taught by them. Most school gardeners only knew how to prune branches and leaves, but hardly knew how to nurture flowers, yet Zhuo Feng accepted this explanation.

"It’s a pity, Master Bai didn’t see this," Zhuo Feng said, sadness emerging in her eyes again. She asked Feng Xing to take a leave, as today they would handle Bai Juyi’s funeral arrangements.

At the end of the year, finally hoping for Xiao Xian’s return for the New Year, Zhuo Feng had originally planned to accompany him and Bai Ju’s ashes back to Wenzhou, but now with Master Bai’s matter, things were delayed.

"He will see it, I will take the flowers with me to the cremation site," Xiao Xian believed, the moment Mr. Bai saw the daffodil, he had seen the blossom.

Xiao Xian and the couple changed into plain winter clothes, wrapped the daffodil pot tightly with a scarf, and drove straight to the hospital in their little Alto.

Traffic on snowy roads was poor, and they arrived at the hospital after nine.

Feng Xing had already handled all kinds of procedures yesterday. Although Bai Juyi was a lonely old man, hospital expenses did not cause any worries. The hospital said part of the old man’s hospital costs had been settled using his pension account, and the remaining part had also been cleared by someone a few days ago.

"Strange, could it be Master Bai’s nephew? That heartless wretch definitely wouldn’t be so kind-hearted, then who exactly cleared all the hospital fees?" Zhuo Feng remembered clearly, in the two months of hospitalization, hardly anyone visited Master Bai, only a few days before Bai Juyi’s death, he had asked a nurse to make a phone call, as for whom the call was made to, nobody knew.

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