A Bunch of Wildflowers
He was somewhat dazed.
He had not even taken off his shoes.
He rushed into the living room.
Thinking he would see that familiar figure pruning the flowers.
There was nothing.
In that instant, sorrow surged over his head like a tide.
He could barely breathe.
He clutched the clothes over his chest.
He bent at the waist.
For a long, long time...
before finally straightening.
Much later...
the child had an accident.
Naturally, he no longer had the heart to care for the flowers.
The bright flowers lost their vivid colors.
Their heads drooped.
Broken branches and fallen leaves covered the floor.
There were even petals that looked as if they had been corroded.
His house once again lost its bright colors and rich floral fragrance.
Old Meng clenched his fists.
How had he almost forgotten?
Aran, his wife, had loved flowers the most.
She had loved all kinds of flowers.
Expensive ones and ordinary ones.
Under her care, they would all flourish with vitality.
They would overflow with abundant life.
"She really loved flowers..."
Old Meng murmured.
"She loved every kind of flower..."
"She would take such good care of them..."
"Xiao Jun even got jealous because of it..."
A trace of amusement surfaced in Old Meng's eyes.
It seemed he had remembered what happened back then.
"He said Mom liked flowers more than she liked him."
"Because of that, Child's Mom had to coax Xiao Jun for quite a while..."
"In the end, an ice cream was what made Xiao Jun forgive his mother."
A trace of amusement seeped into Old Meng's voice.
"...Wouldn't she regret it if she couldn't see the flowers you brought her?"
Once Old Meng had somewhat emerged from his memories, Xiao