Chapter 39 Hydrangea

Some people say that hydrangea is a very special flower. In order for it to fully absorb water, the top of the flower stem must be knocked open or burnt by external force. That was when I was working in the company, and a female colleague in the same unit obviously couldn't see my monotonous room. Bring some life into the house! She insisted on giving me a lavender hydrangea.The female colleague lives in North Kamakura, and she actually brought a hydrangea to the company early in the morning.I really don't know how she protected it from damage on the crowded tram, and because of this, I cherish this flower very much.

At that time, I lived in an apartment called a garden, and I am ashamed to say that, not to mention flowers, I couldn't even find a utensil like a vase in my house.The flower did come back, but I don't know if it will survive, because I don't drink, so I can't even find a bottle at home.Holding the hydrangea in my hand, I could only sit on the bed in a daze. Finally, I had a flash of inspiration, turned around and rushed out of the room, and got a milk bottle at the entrance of the apartment. My hydrangea finally had a place to stay. The atmosphere in the room changed drastically very quickly. This hydrangea, which arrived late, added a bright color to the room that was not there before.

Like Plank's music! In my opinion, Plank's music gives people a soft and refreshing feeling, that is, the feeling of cyan and green, and the music can be confused with green plants.The first thing I do after waking up every day is to say good morning to the hydrangea. I don’t forget to say goodbye to it when I go out. No matter what I do in the company, I always think about it. When I get home, I will ignore everything. , immediately ran to see my hydrangea. alright!It hasn't withered yet! Only when I see that the hydrangea is still bright, my heart will fall down.Because the hydrangea is full of vitality, I suddenly have a feeling that the breath of the flower has become the air in the room. This subtle change infects me, making me feel that no matter what I look at, it is better to stare at my hydrangea quietly; Talking to anyone is better than talking to my hydrangea. During that period, apart from getting along with the hydrangea, my life in Tokyo was very lonely.

After finally waking up one morning to find that the hydrangeas had withered and their lavender petals were beginning to fade, I was in such a bad mood that I left Tokyo shortly thereafter.