bayedsolid Chapter 74 Camellia that sucks human blood
Chapter 74 Camellia that sucks human blood
As they walked, Jiang Yimo held Xie Jiamin's hand and stopped in front of a stall selling camellia trees.
This small stall selling camellia flowers was crowded with customers, and the owner of the stall was busy...
Jiang Yimo and Xie Jiamin stopped not because they loved camellia so much, but because they both noticed that the camellia in this stall bloomed differently from those elsewhere.
This small vendor only sells two kinds of camellia, white and red. His camellias not only grow well and big, but are also somewhat unique in appearance.
The camellia on this stall has a red center for the white camellia and a white center for the red camellia.
“Sister Jiang, have you ever seen such a strange camellia?”
Jiang Yimo smiled and said, "There are so many things in this world!"
Xie Jiamin immediately agreed: "That's right!"
Immediately, Jiang Yimo took another look at the camellia flowers on the stall. For some reason, there was always an inexplicable force driving her hands to touch these camellia flowers.
Then, Jiang Yimo's hand suddenly reached out and touched the core of one of the white camellia flowers unconsciously.
The result was shocking. She accidentally got her middle finger pierced by the tip of the camellia petals. Then, a drop of bright red blood slowly flowed out from her fingertips and dripped into the core of the white camellia.
During this process, Jiang Yimo was unconscious, as if her brain was being controlled by someone.
When Feng Wuhen and Xie Hefan saw this scene, they immediately walked to Jiang Yimo, both of them looking very nervous.
"Momo, are you okay?"
Xie Jiamin and Qingzhu also looked at her with concern.
Hearing what the two said, Jiang Yimo suddenly came to her senses, quickly pulled back her hand, shook her head, and replied: "I'm fine!"
After saying that, she took out a Band-Aid from her small bag and put it on the wound on her fingertips.
Only then did Feng Wuhen and Xie Hefan finally let go of their worries.
At this moment, Xie Jiamin, who was standing nearby, was fascinated by the white camellia that had just pierced Jiang Yimo's finger. She reached out and touched it, muttering softly, "Strange, the petals of this camellia are obviously soft, how could it pierce Sister Jiang's finger?"
After hearing what Xie Jiamin said, Feng Wuhen also reached out to touch the white camellia that Jiang Yimo had touched just now. The petals he touched were also soft, but he really saw with his own eyes that Momo's white and tender fingers were pierced by the petals of the white camellia and bled. This was really a strange thing.
Jiang Yimo also felt strange. The petals that Xie Jiamin and Feng Wuhen touched were soft, but the petals she touched were hard.
At this time, Jiang Yimo looked again at the white camellia she had just touched, and suddenly, several weak female voices came into her mind asking her for help.
"Girl~Girl~Save me, save me~"
Jiang Yimo thought she was hallucinating again and shook her little head vigorously.
Qingzhu asked her worriedly, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay!" Jiang Yimo said and smiled at Qingzhu.
At this time, the owner of the camellia shop came over with a bright smile on his face after greeting the customers over there.
The owner of the camellia shop was a thin old man, not tall, wearing a coarse cloth, but he had a kind face and looked very friendly.
He looked at Jiang Yimo and the others and asked politely, "Do you need to buy some camellia?"
"Oh, right! Boss, we have the same tea tree, but why are the camellia flowers from your tree different from those on other stalls? The white variety of camellia has red petals around the core, while the red variety of camellia has white petals around the stamen. It looks very unique. Is it because the varieties of camellia you planted are different? Or did you dye them with colored materials?" Jiang Yimo asked.
"No, no, girl, the flowers of my tea trees are natural and have not been specially dyed with any color materials. This is the uniqueness of my tea trees." The old man answered truthfully.
"So the tea trees you plant are of different varieties from those planted by others?" Xie Hefan, who seldom spoke and stood next to Xie Jiamin, suddenly interrupted.
"Well... Actually, I won't lie to you. The varieties of tea trees planted in my family are the same as those planted in other families. Even I don't know why the flowers of my tea trees are so unique."
The old man did not feel proud of the fact that he made a lot of money because of the uniqueness of his camellia. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Jiang Yimo paid close attention to the old man's expression. What he said did not seem like he was lying.
Later, Jiang Yimo thought about it and bought the white camellia tree that had just pricked her finger.
Jiang Yimo had just agreed on the price with the old man and was about to take out the silver from her small bag to pay him, but unexpectedly, Feng Wuhen paid for the flowers before her.
Jiang Yimo didn't rush to pay with him. He was a prince of a country and would never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life. He had plenty of money. If he was willing to pay for her, then let him pay.
After Feng Wuhen paid the money, he immediately ordered the two guards behind him to carry away the camellia tree he had given to Jiang Yimo.
At this moment, a dirty little boy rushed over from somewhere and hugged the white camellia tree bought by Jiang Yimo.
"You, you can't buy this camellia tree, it's my mother!" the dirty little boy cried.
Jiang Yimo and the other group were stunned after hearing what the little boy said.
What exactly is going on?
How could this camellia tree be the mother of this little boy?
Jiang Yimo took a careful look at the dirty, messy-haired little boy and suddenly felt familiar with him.
"Isn't this the little fellow that was hiding under our table yesterday morning to be eaten?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Jiamin and Xie Hefan nodded slightly.
"Sister Jiang, she is the little kid who hid under our table yesterday morning."
The old man who was buying flowers nearby said to Jiang Yimo and the others with embarrassment: "I am so sorry, gentlemen and ladies, this little boy is my grandson. Two years ago, when the child was still very young, his mother ran away with someone else. After that, the child became taciturn and untidy...
"He often ran outside to play during the day and disappeared. At night, he would hug the white tea tree and cry for his mother when he slept. Many times, I wanted to sell the white camellia tree when he was not around, but every time I was about to sell it, he would come out from an unknown corner to stop me from selling his tree."
"Ugh……"
The old man explained the reason, then he sighed helplessly. Then, he took out the silver that Feng Wuhen had just paid him from his sleeve and returned it to Feng Wuhen.