"Let's talk." Sister Han said.
Zhang Zhenhao trembled all over, and under the surprised gazes of Wang Wei and Jiang Chenxing, he walked up to the two of them and said loudly, "I'm sorry! I was wrong! I won't dare in the future."
Jiang Han: "I heard that you want to be the leader?"
"No, no, I'm not worthy!"
"Then who is worthy?"
"Of course it's you!"
"Huh?" Jiang Han's tone changed.
Zhang Zhenhao reacted, and immediately changed his words: "Sister Yue is the best match!"
"That's more or less the same. Be careful, and don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with."
"yes… "
"Also," Jiang Han glanced at him up and down, and said in a slow tone, "Read more and make less trouble, so that you can make fewer mistakes and have a better life in the future."
Zhang Zhenhao: "?" Is he going to respond with a freestyle too
"Did you hear me?"
"I heard it, I heard it." He nodded immediately.
"And you—" Jiang Han glanced at his two buddies.
The two tensed their scalps instantly: "I heard it!"
"Sister Yue?" Jiang Han asked Jiang Fuyue.
Seeing the latter nodded slightly, she cleared her throat and waved her hand: "Why don't you hurry home?!"
The three of them walked away as if they had received an amnesty.
Jiang Chenxing: "Sister, shall we go home too?"
"good."
As soon as he walked out of the school gate, two red roses suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Fuyue.
She looked up and met the smiling eyes of the young lady: "Student, you are so lucky, the last two are here, let's give you both!"
Jiang Fuyue was puzzled.
Brother Jiang said "ah" directly, "Why did you send roses to my sister?"
"It's not just your sister. We have shipped a total of 320 roses. We have already sent 318 roses, and only the last two are left."
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows, free roses at the school gate
And looking at the flower stems and flowers, it is clearly the best variety. In the store, the unit price of each stem can range from tens to hundreds.
Just give it away for nothing
Also sent out more than 300 sticks
What are you kidding
Brother Jiang obviously had the same question, so he asked directly: "Aren't these free?"
"Of course, it's all free."
"Why do you give it to everyone for free?"
"This... Actually, I don't know either. The proprietress asked us to deliver it to everyone, and then we came over."
"That's it... But it's strange, these flowers can be sold for money."
The clerk spread her hands and shrugged, indicating that she was also confused.
Brother Jiang thought for a while: "Then can you give me one?"
"No way, the proprietress said it's only for girls. However, you can ask your sister to accept these two roses and give you one."
"Okay, I'll take it." Jiang Fuyue said suddenly.
The clerk looked pleasantly surprised: "Here, it's all for you! We can get off work too~"
Jiang Fuyue held it in her hand, lowered her head to look at it, and saw that the rose petals were very fresh, with dew on them, the color was the most authentic rose red, full of charm and temptation, like a red mole on a lover's heart .
The stem has small thorns, and the store thoughtfully wrapped it with a layer of silver wrapping paper.
Suddenly, her gaze paused and landed somewhere inside the wrapping paper.
Then he reached out and took out a... small note
Jiang Fuyue asked little brother Jiang to help hold the flowers, and then unfolded the note—
Give Qing roses, wish to leave a lingering fragrance.
The eight characters are written with a pen, and the strokes are strong, penetrating the back of the paper.
A person's name subconsciously emerged in Jiang Fuyue's mind—
Thanks, Ding, Yuan!
"Excuse me, where is your flower shop exactly?"
The clerk who had already packed up his things and was about to leave was suddenly called out, "Five hundred meters ahead, the third store on the right is the name Xinyuehuafang."
"OK, thanks."
"You're welcome."
Jiang Fuyue took Jiang Chenxing to the flower shop.
On the way, "Sister, are we going to the flower shop?"
"Um."
"What to do?"
"Ask something, and buy flowers by the way."
…
The shop door was pushed open, and the proprietress turned around with a bouquet of lilies that hadn't been arranged yet, and said with a smile, "Welcome, what flowers do you want to buy?"
Jiang Fuyue put two roses on the counter: "Who gave them?"
The proprietress was slightly surprised, and immediately smiled: "I gave it to you, what's the matter?"
Jiang Fuyue shook her head: "It's not you. I'm asking the person who bought these roses."
"Didn't you already guess it? Why ask me?"
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: "You knew I would come?"
The proprietress shook her head: "It's not me who knows, but the person who sent the flowers knows."
"What else did he say?"
"He said that when more than 300 roses were sent out, only one person would come to ask. If she came, then his flowers were not in vain."
Jiang Fuyue was slightly startled, and then chuckled softly: "It's really troublesome..."
Little Brother Jiang looked at it in a daze, his big eyes were full of huge doubts.
Why did my sister froze for a moment, then laughed again
What are you bothering about
who bothers
In the end, Jiang Fuyue not only took the two roses, but also bought lilies, pingpong chrysanthemums, and baby's breath, ready to take them home and put them in vases.
When I checked out, I was told: "The man said that you don't like to make a trip in vain and return empty-handed. You will probably buy other flowers, so you paid in advance and let you choose whatever you want."
Jiang Fuyue couldn't help but click her tongue again.
In the end, he didn't refuse, took the flowers, turned and left.
Then, little brother Jiang was confused again: "Sister, don't we need to pay for flowers?"
"Need not."
"Why?"
"Because a fool gave it to me."
Until he entered the house and changed into his slippers, Jiang Xiaodi was still thinking about who that "fool" was.
Intuition told him that it should be a boy.
But my sister clearly doesn't like them, so why did she accept the flowers
The doubtful little brother scratched his head online, but he still couldn't figure it out after scratching. This is much more difficult than the Olympiad!
…
At night, when Han Yunru and Jiang Da came home, they saw a perfume lily in a vase in the living room.
"Who bought it?"
Jiang Da shook his head: "It's not me."
"I know it's not you!" Han Yunru glared at him angrily, "If you plant such a beautiful flower someday, the sun will come out from the west."
Jiang Da wasn't angry either, he just smiled.
Brother Jiang: "My sister bought it. We went to the flower shop together."
Just as Han Yunru guessed, she asked Jiang Chenxing a few more questions about his studies, and then urged him to wash up and go to bed early.
"Then I'm going upstairs."
"Go."
After her son went up, Han Yunru looked at the lilies again and suddenly frowned.
Then I swept around again: "Hey, hubby, do you feel... this vase has become bigger?"
Jiang Da glanced at it and said with certainty: "It's one size bigger than the previous one, it should have been replaced by Yueyue."
"Let me just say, although the pattern is the same, it just feels different... Looking at it this way, it's more suitable for a big one, and it's dignified and grand in the living room."
"Hey... my daughter-in-law's aesthetics are extraordinary."
Han Yunru said angrily, "Come on, but where did that small vase go? Let's use it in the bedroom?"
On the second floor, Jiang Fuyue's room.
The small vase that Han Yunru was looking for was placed on the windowsill at the moment, with two roses intertwined like a pair of close lovers.
Under the moonlight, the petals are more and more beautiful, and the red is deserted and blurred.
Jiang Fuyue turned over the last Mathematics Olympiad test paper, finished writing the last question, and suddenly raised her eyes, and the vase with roses came into her eyes by surprise.
She put away the test paper, got up, and walked to the window.
The rose was close at hand. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and touched the petals. The softness carried a somewhat moist breath, which made people think of the soft spring rain in March.
Just then, a WeChat notification sounded from the phone.
At this time, usually only Liu Jinzhong would send a message, mostly for business.
Jiang Fuyue withdrew her hand, turned around, picked up the phone, unlocked it, and opened WeChat.
A red circle 1 appeared in the upper right corner of Xie Dingyuan's profile picture.
Then there were two more ding-dongs.
Circle 1 becomes circle 3.
[I went to the auditorium of No. 1 Middle School today, it was wonderful]
[If it’s convenient, put some water in the bottle after taking the rose back, plug it in, it will last longer]
[Good night.]
Three sentences, he said simply, no further words.
He didn't expect to get a reply from the beginning, so he left after speaking.
Jiang Fuyue guessed that he must have put down his phone by now and went to do other things.
"Tsk..." The girl's hand that was about to type stopped.
Then shrugged, turned off the screen, threw it on the bed, took the pajamas and went to the bathroom to wash up.
While taking a bath, Jiang Fuyue remembered the eight words the man left on the note——
Give Qing roses, wish to leave a lingering fragrance.
What he wants to keep is probably not Yu Xiang, but himself
Little by little he would deepen his impression in her mind, and then he would become more important little by little.
This man is really...
Jiang Fuyue shook her head and sighed softly, but her brows and eyes were stretched, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
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Three shifts, three thousand words.
Thank you 99 for your future~