The smell of mei flowers, if you are far away, the scent is very fragrant.

But if you are near or sniffing from the flower buds

You won't even get the slightest bit of that fragrance.

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M.R. Saranphat Bodinthadanukul

jaemin

Naphan Worawong

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'Mei flower, a flower that people recognize as having extremely beautiful characteristics. Until the word was defined that a beautiful woman is often as beautiful as a melon flower. And in addition to the beautiful appearance of the flowers Mei flowers also have a rich and delightful fragrance. Until people couldn't resist and went looking for mei flowers in order to possess this fragrance. And when you have the Mei flower in your possession

No matter how much you inhale the scent Only the fresh air didn't smell like the pleasant scent I wanted. In the end, the mei flowers that were taken into possession were unfortunately discarded.'

A large hand placed a book on the table. Place the bookmark in front of the page you just finished reading a moment ago. His other hand picked up the mei flower he had just received and sat down to examine it. The other hand kept knocking on the table, sometimes rhythmically, sometimes irregularly, according to the mood of the person knocking.

His eyes were fixed on the pure white plum blossoms in front of him. And when he moved his hand to smell it, it didn't smell like the book had claimed. Move your chest hand to its original position. Sitting looking at the mei flower while thinking of yesterday's events that have never been forgotten until I didn't even hear the knock on the door.

Hearing again the voice of the secretary who had been in front of him, he didn't know when.

“Khun Chai Saranphat This is a new set of documents that the deposit department has for you to sign.” The sweet voice of the close secretary brought his mind back to the present.

M.R. Saranphat Bodinthadanukul Or, as everyone calls him, Khun Chai Phat, he glanced at the pile of documents that had just been placed on the table and raised his hand that had been knocking on the table a moment ago, opening the documents and not looking at the contents in detail.

After briefly looking at the contents, he raised his head from the document to look at the young secretary's face and asked,

“The budget for the project at the end of the year? In a hurry or not?”

“No, sir. The finance department sent it to me early.” The secretary finished speaking and then glanced at the flowers in the young man's hand. Dok Mei? The secretary smiled brightly and thought to herself that the young master was like this again.

The person called Mr. Chai nodded in agreement. along with saying

“Okay, then the day after tomorrow you can come and take it from me.”

The secretary nodded. In my heart I wanted to tease him, but I thought it was better not. She still didn't want to be punished any further by Young Master.

“Oh, and the work that was given. If you find anything, come tell me immediately, I understand.” A deep voice said seriously. Until the young secretary was afraid for a moment, but she was able to restrain herself and speak out.

"Understood. Then I'll go back to work. Hello."

The gentleman nodded. Then the secretary walked out of the room. and the room returned to silence as before. The gentleman who was about to pick up a mei flower and wanted to smell it again had to stop. When you see new people coming in

The room owner rolled his eyes and looked up in annoyance. When he saw his close friend walking in

“Smell it until the flowers are all bruised. It will be difficult for me to find another one for you.” The person who was known as Khun Chai Saranphat's close friend said in a bored tone as he walked to sit on the sofa to the right of Khun Chai's desk.

“Why did you come?” the young man asked, ignoring the biting words from just a moment ago.

"Why not?" Mom Rajawongse Asadin Natthornthibodi replied without much care.

"Annoying"

"Guantin is your friend."

“Not counted”

“Oh, okay, then the information that I almost flipped out of my head to find. My dear friend probably won't-" Mom Rajawongse Ramin Nattatornthibodi or Khun Chai Nueng Speak in a voice that pretends to be sarcastic in order to annoy the other person. And it seemed to have a negative effect because he didn't finish speaking. The person interrupted and said,

“Where is the information?” Khun Chai Phat's hot and excited voice indicates his current mood well.

One young man didn't say anything, just put on a smile on his face that made the people looking at him feel really annoyed.

“Ai Nueng, are you going to tell me?” Khun Chai Phat's change in tone did not frighten Chai Nueng at all. Instead, he was having more fun than before. But he didn't want to tease him any more because his best friend seemed really upset.

“I-” Khun Chai Phat had not finished speaking before Khun Chai Nueng took out a photograph from his trouser pocket and walked to Khun Chai Phat and placed it on the table.

Mr. Phatthara turned his attention away from his annoying friend and paid attention to the photograph that was placed on the table. Slender eyes focus on the person in the photo and examine it. A man? Rough age probably not more than 25. He was wearing a white t-shirt and three-piece pants, with a piece of wood resting on his shoulder. Both ends of the stick are several fluid bags??

If it was what he thought it would be soybean milk. Walking on a rough road The side was full of different people selling things and old wooden houses. This indicates the rather unfavorable surroundings of the place in this photograph and it is a place he knows very well.

It's a normal photograph, but it's surprisingly interesting. It's probably because of this sweet face full of smiles. This makes various elements in the image that should be dark suddenly appear brighter.

And the person in front of him reminded him of an incident 12 years ago….

12 years ago

Bangkok is also known as the city created by angels, but right now it seems more like a city created by Satan. because of the trams that run back and forth without consideration for each other The smoke from the exhaust pipes filled the entire territory causing people to plug their noses everywhere. and the people walking around almost entwined with each other

It made him not at all surprised that Lady Rapee I'll have a driver like him take my beloved son back to the palace quickly. But it doesn't seem to be as desired. Because the young man sitting behind the driver's seat called out to him in a clear voice.

"Oh, that's Dol's brother, Uncle Kom. Can you park the car for Phat?" The young man named Phat saw Khun Chai Dolphantdol. It was his older brother standing across the street talking to someone he didn't even know. So he asked Uncle Kom who was his own driver.

“But Khun Chai Phat. The lady told me to hurry and take the young man back to the palace. Because the environment here is not very good.”

“But Uncle Kom. Can't I just ask Phat to go down and see Brother Dol for a moment? This week, Phat has not spoken a single word to Brother Dol. Phat misses Brother Dol very badly,” the young man said in a pleading tone.

His older brother told him and his father and mother that he wanted to work outside. And what kind of work he does, his younger brother doesn't know either. No matter how much Mother protested Brother Don stubbornly objected to doing it and claimed that he only wanted to do it because he wanted to experience the hardships and it would be beneficial to his father's business, which Brother Don had to accept anyway.

Father saw the good in it, so he let his brother Don go and do it. As for her mother, she had to agree to let her older brother Dol go to work.

But Brother Don's job means he can hardly see his face. Because older brother Don has to go to work early in the morning. When I came back it was dark. It can be said that we hardly see Brother Dol except on regular holidays.

“But sir-”

“Auntie, auntie, Uncle Kom. Phat will go buy some soybean milk over there to give to Mom. Mom, how much you like soybean milk, Uncle Kom probably knows. Please, Uncle Kom.”

“Oh, all right.” Uncle Kom, who was the driver, couldn't help but feel impatient, so he turned his car around, found a place to park on the side of the road, and hurried down to go open the door for his young master. But not in time because the young master opened the door before he could even get there.

“Phat told me that you don't have to open the door for me. Phat can open it himself,” Khun Chai Phat said in a slightly critical tone.

“But sir-”

“You don't have to come. Phat asks Uncle Kom to buy soybean milk for Mom. Phat will cross the road to see Brother Dol."

“No, sir. There are trams running along this road. It's dangerous. I'd better take you across."

“Uncle Kom, Phat can cross the road. It's good to separate here. After Phat finished going to see Brother Dol. Phat will be able to get back in the car. No need to stop and buy soybean milk again. Uncle Kom doesn't want Phat to stay here for a long time, right?" The young man found a reason and made it impossible for an old man like him to argue until he finally gave in.

“Alright, Mr. Chai Phat, please be careful.”

Khun Chai Phat, the owner of the name, nodded and smiled, happy that he had succeeded in convincing Uncle Kom.

When Uncle Kom left him and went to buy soybean milk. He walked towards the crosswalk and looked left and right. When I saw that there was no car coming. He quickly walked out onto the road. But as he hurriedly walked A luxury foreign car was traveling at high speed and speaking of traffic rules.

That car must have definitely run a red light.

Chai Phat, who hurriedly walked around, turned around and saw a car driving no more than two hundred meters close to him and froze. The leg that had been walking all along couldn't move. Standing still, eyes wide, staring at that car. Until the moment that life is decided Instead, a young boy ran up and threw him out, and after that, a luxury car ran into the body of the young boy and Khun Chai Phat immediately. Because even though Chai Phat was pushed by the boy, the push wasn't much, causing Chai Phat to get hit by a car anyway.

It's just different...

That child was hurt more than him.

A loud crash sounded throughout the street, causing Uncle Komatsu who was buying soybean milk to turn around and when he saw his young master slowly falling to the ground, he hurried over without paying any attention. Even the soy milk that the boss had just finished making and was about to hand out. As for Khun Chaidon, who was talking with his close friend.

Hearing the loud sound of a car crash, he turned to look. And when he saw two boys on the street, he was shocked because one of the two boys really looked like his younger brother. Even though in my heart I tried to tell myself that probably wasn't the case. But when the driver he was familiar with ran towards the young man, He immediately knew that the request wouldn't work because the one person lying there was really his younger brother.

His two legs ran quickly as he inserted himself into the crowd of people who had begun to gather to see his younger brother. Shouts and cheers could be heard all around. When he reached Chaiphat's body Uncle Kom, who had arrived first, was startled and hurriedly asked him to take his place. He said a few things to Uncle Kom, then Uncle Kom half-walked and ran out to do what he had assigned him, which was to call the hospital and inform people back home.

When he turned away to look at his younger brother's condition, My heart almost broke. The younger brother he had always loved and cherished. Now it is filled with many wounds. And no matter how much he raised his voice to call out to his younger brother, Chaiphat didn't answer him at all. The face of the extremely jealous little brother looked at another person lying on the road. The condition is much worse than his younger sibling.

Meanwhile, Chaiphat looked at the blood that was slowly flowing from the head and body of the boy who had just been named his benefactor. The blood-covered face still gave him a faint smile. Moreover, an unfamiliar scent reached his nose. What kind of flower is this? Both the smile and the strange scent startled the still conscious man quite a bit.

'Crazy kid, even in this much pain, will you still smile at each other?' Chaiphat, who was still conscious, laughed in his heart.

But what inspired Chaiphat's heart, he didn't know. His small hand, which was so hurt that he could hardly move, tried to reach for the boy.

But no matter how I reached out, I couldn't reach it.

Chaiphat looked at that blood-covered face. The boy also smiled at him. It's so thin that I don't know if it can be called a smile or not. And it seemed that the child's consciousness and his senses would soon be extinguished, as well as the scent that seemed to be fading away.

'Crazy, really crazy,' Chaiphat thought in his heart.

The two looked at each other.

Until the consciousness of both of them finally shut down.

“Don't worry. Chaiphat's condition is now out of danger. There is nothing to worry about.”

After waiting for two hours, The doctor who was a close friend of his father came out to tell us good news. Father thanked the doctor and then turned to hug Mom and comfort her.

“I told you that Tapat's heart is strong. It's not a big deal. Little Rapee isn't crying anymore." And it seemed that Father's comforting words made Mom cry even harder than before.

“Brother Don, Brother Phat is really okay now, right?” I turned to look at my 7-year-old brother, whose eyes were red and his nose was red and he couldn't stop trying to wipe away his tears. So I walked up to him and gently rubbed his head and said,

"Yes, Chai Phat is safe now, Chai Tee. You don't have to cry anymore."

“Okay, Chaithee won't cry anymore,” the little boy said, wiping away tears and mucus that were starting to flow again. Chaidon looked at him fondly and then turned to help wipe it. Ready to think of something else in your mind?

Chaiphat is safe.

But that boy

What will the symptoms be like?

“What, Father? Has he been released from the hospital? Ah,” said Chaiphat, who just woke up after being unconscious for two full days. He spoke in a loud voice and got up from the bed so quickly that the injury in his waist began to show again. Mother, who was sitting on his right side, immediately got up to check on his condition.

“Chai Phat, please be careful.” Older brother gave him a slight shout.

“Excuse me,” Chaipat said and then asked Father who was standing next to his bed.

“So, do you know who he is? Where has he been? And what is his condition?” Chaipat asked a quick question. Until the person who received the question was almost caught off guard.

“Mother, don't you think Chaiphat should rest a little longer? Chaiphat has only recently recovered.” His mother managed to persuade him.

“Oh, Mom, Phat has been asleep for two days in a row. If I let you sleep again, Phat will probably not be able to sleep,” Chai Phat said in a pleading tone.

“So when will brother Phat be released from the hospital? Without Brother Phat, Tee has no friends to play with.” His younger brother said in a voice that made people like him listen very fondly.

“About 2-3 more days. The doctor gave permission for Chai Phat to return. Chai Thee, please wait,” his father replied while patting Chai Thee's head.

But Chai Phat's face began to grimace because it was obvious that everyone was avoiding talking about the Mei Flower Boy who had saved him.

“Father,” Chaiphat said, turning to face his father. Until Than Chai Phubet Secretly heaved a sigh and said to Chai Phat,

"Dad, I don't know."

And that created a lot of doubt for Chaiphat.

“Don't you know?” Chaipat asked again.

“Yes, the doctor told my father that a relative of his had come to take him for treatment elsewhere. Father only knows that his name is Mei. Because the family did not provide any information to the hospital except the documents requesting to transfer the patient to a foreign hospital.”

“And what country is it?” Chaipat asked.

“English.”

English…English at all?

“So…what did Father say his name was just now?”

“My name is Mei.” The room fell silent. It was as if giving the injured person in the bed something to think about.

Mei, is that so?

“Oh, and he entrusted this to my son.” A rough hand that was a perfect proof of hard work handed out a brown envelope to the man who was known as his son.

Chaiphat didn't hesitate, stretching out his hand to receive the brown envelope his father had handed him and quickly opening it. But what's even more strange is that

The brown envelope didn't contain what he thought it should have, but it did contain one thing instead.

Is it a flower?

pure white flower petals His original eyebrows were already furrowed. Now he frowned even more intensely.

“Mom, What kind of flower is this?” Chaiphat asked Mom, who he thought she might know.

“Mei flower, child. Mother had only seen it in books. I didn't think that in Bangkok there would be mei flowers too.”

“Are Mei flowers rare, Mom?” Chaithee asked out of curiosity of a child.

“Yes, because the mei flower is the national flower of China. Mimosa trees only bloom from winter until early spring. But the weather in our country is not conducive to the Mei trees blooming. And as far as I know, no Chinese people in the capital have ever seen a mei tree in the capital. Mei flowers are considered to be rare or almost non-existent flowers in Bangkok,” Chaidon responded.

After listening to Mr. Dol's long explanation, Chaiphat then turned his attention to the flower in his hand.

If it's hard to find, then how did that child have a mei flower?

Come make me suspicious and then disappear.

So I might have to look around a bit.

The owner of this flower

And if he didn't guess wrong The person in this picture is probably…

“Mei Naphan Worawong, the person you are looking for,” the voice of a close friend spoke. The tall figure immediately smiled.

“Naphant Worawong,” Chaipat said, raising his right hand to tap the table rhythmically.

“Ah, that's a strange name. The family moved here twelve years ago. The timeline matches the time your man disappeared. So I asked someone to investigate a bit more. It came like this."

“Okay, thank you very much,” the tall man said in a tone that clearly indicated that he was in a good mood right now. Clearly different from just now.

One young man looked over at his friend who was in an annoyingly good mood and continued to say,

“But one thing that stuck is this. People in that area all call Mei Chao Phan. If I were to guess, your person probably changed their name back then or they already had this name from the beginning and you don't know.”

Chaophant...a cute name.

But I can't find it because of this.

Why?

There were still many things that he still wondered about the events of 12 years ago. Both the story of Mei suddenly disappearing from the hospital even though her condition was even more serious than his, and the story of the mei flower, which is very rare in Bangkok, but she gave it to him.

If you can't find the answer

So he must have asked for the answer from himself.

Just this close

I can't escape anywhere.

Our plum blossom