The next day, the weather was fine.
Professor Fu has to rush back to school early in the morning because he has an elective course to take on Sunday afternoon.
Before leaving, Lin Chen was dragged by him to lecture for a long time. Finally, Xing Conglian took action and forcibly dragged the person out of the car and sent him to the station.
"Senior brother, see you the day after tomorrow!" Across the station entrance, Fu Hao waved goodbye to them.
Lin Chen waved his hand symbolically.
Fu Hao walked into the station reluctantly.
"You brothers and sisters have a really good relationship." Beside him, Xing Conglian said.
"After all, we've known each other for too many years." He and Xing Conglian walked back to the car while talking.
"So you're going to Yongchuan for the class reunion the day after tomorrow?"
"Yeah, the day after tomorrow is the old man's birthday."
"The old man must be very interesting to be able to teach you and Fu Hao." Xing Conglian opened the car door.
"Yeah." Lin Chen got into the car, "Old man is really interesting."
Without returning to Yanjiaxiang or the police station, Xing Conglian parked his car on a street full of flower stalls.
The car window was half-open, and the gentle fragrance of flowers poured into the car instantly. Looking at the endless flower stalls on both sides of the long street and passers-by who spoke and smiled Yanyan, Lin Chen was a little dazed.
Xing Conglian got out of the car naturally, opened the door for him, put his other hand on the roof of the car, and said with a smile, "Sir, please get out of the car."
Although it sounds like he has never seen the world, Lin Chen has never entered a flower shop, let alone a long street full of flowers, and hand-picked flowers that are suitable for planting in the season or for decoration at home. Conglian seems to be a veteran of each middle school.
Lin Chen followed behind him, listening to him greet the flower stall owner, saying some terms he could hardly understand. After a while, Xing Conglian was carrying several plastic bags containing newly bought seedlings. It is said that It's daisies and geraniums.
"How did you come to buy flowers?"
"To save Professor Fu from saying that our family is four walls all day long." Xing Conglian said, holding up half a bunch of lilies and full of gypsophila, Lin Chen naturally took the bag in his left hand, so that he could pay with his free hand.
Hearing what he said, Lin Chen laughed a little dumbly. The walls of the family should be decorated with flowers, and there was a strange sense of putting the cart before the horse: "It's a very interesting hobby." He could only say that.
"Of course." Half of the mixed-race youth's face was covered by flowers, revealing only his handsome profile and good-looking eyes: "My mother taught me, she said that boys don't understand flowers, and they will never be able to trick their daughter-in-law into going home in the future."
Xing Conglian's eyes are very green, and the plane tree behind him has just grown new shoots, and its branches stretch in the blue sky. Lin Chen's heart trembled slightly, although he knew it was just a joke, and although he knew very well that the joke had nothing to do with him, people were always easily moved by some sweet jokes, "Fortunately, you studied hard." He says.
One of the happiest things in the world must include buying flowers. In a short time, their hands were full of flowers and plants, and the flower street was about to come to an end.
Xing Conglian looked in front of him, as if remembering something, turned his head and said to him, "It's almost time to go back." He turned around quickly as he spoke.
"Wait." Lin Chen also seemed to remember something and stopped him, "I remember Wang Chao said, you set up a monument for me in the small cemetery at the end of Huajie, can you take me to see it?"
The weather is good today, the river in the distance is quiet and peaceful, and the Taiqian Bridge can be seen in the distance.
Lin Chen stood in front of his tombstone and felt that this was a very strange experience, seeing his tombstone even though he was alive.
The name on the tombstone is him, but other than that, there is no birth or death date or photo, which makes people feel very unfamiliar, not serious enough, but too serious. After all, before this tombstone, he and Xing Conglian met for just a few days. It is not an exaggeration to say that they met by chance. Buying land and erecting a monument for a person who met by chance is not too serious.
Xing Conglian stood aside, a little embarrassed: "This, I forgot to ask the administrator to remove it."
Hearing this sentence, Lin Chen came back to his senses. He turned around halfway, took a bouquet from the bouquet that Xing Cong Lian was holding, bent down and placed it in front of his tombstone: "No, just stay here."
The lilies in front of the monument were still stained with dew, Xing Conglian smiled: "Don't you think it's unlucky?"
"Keep it, in case I take a step first, I can still use it."
"Why do you have so little confidence in life?" Xing Conglian sighed.
"The world is impermanent." Lin Chen said casually, then turned and left indifferently.
"Have confidence..." Xing Conglian put his hand on his shoulder and said so.
"Does faith work?"
"Yes, even if you don't trust your heart, you can trust me..."
Lin Chen stopped, looked at Xing Conglian's smiling face, and said lightly, "Okay."
…
In the afternoon, the sky is warm.
Lin Chen was sitting on the balcony by the river reading a book. The tea in the cup was very hot, and there was a small plate of biscuits on the coffee table.
Xing Conglian was only wearing a shirt, rolled up his cuffs, and was turning over the bare flower stand on the balcony.
The daily training of police officers in our country seems to be a bit too good. The captain of the crime is too good. His shoulders are very wide and his waist is very narrow. Strong muscles.
The sun was a little dazzling, so Lin Chen simply put down the book and concentrated on watching him plant flowers.
It has to be said that for people of foreign origin, even if they can't cook, they must be able to grow flowers, and they must be good-looking.
Xing Cong even has four types of soil at hand. I can see that he skillfully mixes the soil in proportion, arranges flowers and waters them. He is well organized and skilled, like a gardener who is used to it. The sun falls on him and the waves are reflected on him. On his face, his shirt is very white and his face is handsome, which makes people feel very warm and calm.
For no reason, Lin Chen remembered the question he answered incorrectly: Have you never liked anyone
Xing Conglian put pots of daisies on the flower stand, clapped his hands, and suddenly heard a soft tune coming from his side.
He turned his head and saw Lin Chen leaning lazily in the rattan chair, holding a water glass in one hand and a book in the other, as if he was humming something unconsciously.
The tone was a little light and sweet, Xing Conglian was a little shocked, but Lin Chen could actually hum a song.
"What song?" Xing Conglian turned his head and asked amusingly.
Lin Chen was stunned for a while, and then smiled: "I don't remember either, it seems to be related to planting flowers, right?"
"It sounds pretty good." Xing Conglian took out a cigarette and held it in his hand, as if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped and looked at Lin Chen: "You go to Yongchuan alone the day after tomorrow, is it alright?"
"What could be wrong?"
Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen several times from head to toe, and saw those sleepy eyes from the fluffy slippers on the other's feet, and said, "I always feel that it is impossible for a physique like yours to go out without incident. ."
Lin Chen sighed helplessly, as if he didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Did you study at Yongchuan University?" Xing Conglian sat down opposite him and talked to Lin Chen casually.
"yes."
"Sure enough, it's Yongchuan University, that's really a top student."
As a national cultural center, Yongchuan City has many colleges and universities, and Yongchuan University is the oldest private university in China. After several capital injections and the efforts of several generations, it is now the top three institutions of higher learning in China. It is not an exaggeration for Lin Chen to graduate from the ace major of Yongchuan University.
"I just read better." Lin Chen replied seriously.
Xing Conglian had long been accustomed to his straightforward style, so he didn't feel that there was any bragging element in this sentence, on the contrary, it was frank and lovely.
He also sat in the rattan chair, lifted the teapot, refilled half a glass of water, took a sip, and put it down again: "I remember, Yongchuan, it seems to be the Chen family's territory?"
Hearing this, Lin Chen was startled.
Opposite him, Xing Conglian was sitting upright, and his movements of pouring tea and refilling water were not pretentious, but rather dashing and peaceful. Lin Chen saw him pouring water, and then he understood, Xing Conglian suddenly mentioned his trip to Yongchuan, it turned out to be because of the Chen family.
In Feng Peilin's case before, the paranoid head of the Chen family even sent his housekeeper to make him unemployed again. Lin Chen didn't know where Xing Conglian collected information about these families, and he knew a lot. .
"It's just a teacher's birthday and a class reunion."
When Xing Conglian heard the words "class reunion", he couldn't help frowning, but he still said, "The Chen family seems to have some shares of Yongchuan University in their hands."
This sentence means, even if it is a meal, don't go back to school on a whim.
"I'm just going to have a meal and stay overnight, it won't be a big problem, right?"
"I can't say for sure, anyway, call me if something happens."
"Hopefully we don't have to fight."