He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was news from Xia Chaoyang. He asked, "Junior Brother, can we have a meal together after get off work?"
Tao Ling: "I have an appointment with someone."
Half a minute late, the other end said, "I have something to ask you."
"What do you want to ask Mr. Xia? You can ask now." Tao Ling replied carelessly while looking at the door of the flower shop.
He didn't dare to worry.
When I left the corridor window and walked towards the stairs, the news came again: "It's nothing, let's go back next time. I have to go back tomorrow."
Tao Ling: "Safe journey."
Getting closer to the flower shop, Tao Ling was able to verify what he had just discovered. The flowers on the flower stand were indeed different from the previous two days, but the pattern remained the same. The middle two rows are still daisies, but they are all pale green.
The flowers are densely packed together, occupying a relatively small space on one side into a lively and monotonous appearance.
Tao Ling walked to the door, Wen Qingying was handing a bunch of flowers to the guests, and it could be seen that the dressing had been done, and it was much better than the other day. The guest thanked him, he bent slightly and smiled lightly.
Little tiger teeth were not exposed.
Tao Ling cleared his throat, walked to the flower stand, and wanted to choose a daisy. But in fact, the flowers are all about the same size, and each one is equally uniform.
He stretched out his hand and turned his head, just in time to see Wen Qingying smiling, just like the smile just now.
Just as polite. It's not polite like a smile.
Tao Ling retracted his gaze, pursed his lips unconsciously, and grabbed two bunches of flowers.
Just as he was about to scan the code, Wen Qingying took the lead to block the glass door. He took the flower in his hand and untied the rope that was loosely tied to the flower stem.
Tao Ling didn't rush, just watched him move.
A minute later, Wen Qingying handed over the bouquet that had been taken apart and re-tied, and the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly opened, showing his unique vigor.
Tao Ling was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"
The questioning expression was obvious, Wen Qingying raised her right index finger.
Tao Ling laughed and said to himself: "I just said that your flower shop will close sooner or later. How can you give away flowers every day? Don't you have to pay for it?"
He took out his phone, Wen Qingying moved away and looked down at him.
When paying the bill, his hands stagnate for a while, Tao Ling raised his head, seeing Wen Qingying's look of anticipation, and after thinking about it, he only gave a bunch of money after all.
He raised his hand to take the flower, and pressed his fingertips to his fingertips. Wen Qingying retracted her hand, Tao Ling held the flower handle firmly, her eyelashes twitched rapidly, and the strangeness was almost invisible.
He just typed on the notepad: "Why are there only one color of flowers today?"
Wen Qingying picked up the phone to respond, and her fingertips jumped on the screen, looking very flexible: "The boss who bought the goods said that there are only light green ones left. I didn't go to the flower market by myself today, so I sent a message directly. I think this looks good. Do you like other colors, sir? I'll pay attention to it when I buy it next time."
Tao Ling shook his head.
The business of the flower shop was exceptionally good today. The two exchanged only a few words, and someone came to buy flowers next to them. Wen Qingying had to go to work, and when she handed the flower to the guest, she turned around and found that Tao Ling was gone.
He walked to the street with a bunch of dried flowers, looked back and forth, but there was no such figure.
Standing there for a while, he turned around and entered the store.
Half an hour later, Wen Qingying was about to tie a pre-ordered bouquet of roses when Tao Ling came in.
He pushed a glass of juice in front of Wen Qingying and sat on a chair beside him.
Wen Qingying raised her eyes in surprise, but Tao Ling drank another cup by herself and didn't go to meet his gaze. As if I was bored again, I poked the bouquet that was on the side.
The rose is matched with a gypsophila, which is a very simple and classic style. When Wen Qingyingqi first inserted the flower mud into it, it went smoothly, but as soon as the wrapping paper was used, he started to scrambling again.
Tao Ling looked at it for a while and smiled, then returned his hand to help him press down the paper, and let him tear off the tape with his empty hands.
"Hey, I've seen it in other flower shops before. Isn't the thing that peels off the tape that can be used with one hand?" Tao Ling said.
Wen Qingying lowered her eyelashes, not knowing what he was talking about, she just fixed the wrapping paper seriously.
Tao Ling glanced at him, and then said, "Is your flower shop opening too hastily? You came to open a shop without learning the craftsmanship well. Wouldn't it be just watching videos on the Internet and learning to sell now?"
Wen Qingying was as quiet as before, Tao Ling smiled.
After stumbling and tying up the ribbon, Wen Qingying carried the flower to the shelf, and when she came back after washing her hands, she saw that the juice had been inserted into the straw.
"Thank you sir." He took the pen and paper, and took a sip from the cup after thanking him.
Tao Ling observed him, but did not wait for the look of expectation.
There was no sugar added to the passion fruit juice, but when he smelled Qingying, he didn't seem to feel the sour taste. He raised his eyes and saw Tao Ling's curious expression. He smiled and showed his little tiger teeth again.
Oh shit.
Tao Ling felt restless for a while. After sitting for another two minutes, he got up to go home.
Before I could lift my foot, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Boss, how do you sell this flower? Are there other colors?"
Tao Ling turned his head, and the person standing at the door turned out to be Xia Chaoyang.
The two sides just met their gazes, and Xia Chaoyang said in surprise, "Junior Brother Tao?"
Tao Ling let go of the flower stem, and Daisy lay back on the table. He replied: "What a coincidence, Mr. Xia. Buying flowers? The ten dollars in your hand."
"Your store?" Xia Chaoyang asked.
Wen Qingying followed and stood up, Tao Ling pointed her finger back and said, "A friend's shop."
Xia Chaoyang smiled: "No wonder you said you had an appointment with someone."
Tao Ling simply curled the corner of his mouth and said nothing.
Xia Chaoyang picked two flowers, Tao Ling and Wen Qingying pointed to the QR code on the door at the same time.
After paying the bill, Xia Chaoyang did not leave in a hurry, but stood there, looking like he was hesitant to say anything. Wen Qingying was also standing next to him, the three of them stood in a triangle, and the store was extremely quiet for a while.
After half a minute, Tao Ling asked, "Mr. Xia, do you want to buy anything else?"
Xia Chaoyang shook his head: "It's nothing." After a long while, he finally asked, "Junior Brother Tao, your brother... is it in the western suburbs?"
Tao Ling made a "hmm" sound.
"See you later." Xia Chaoyang said.
Before he turned around, he took a deep look at Tao Ling, his eyes were extremely gentle. Wen Qingying saw his face clearly, but felt that there was a layer of water vapor in those eyes.
It's like he's not looking at Tao Ling.
After waiting for a long time, Tao Ling took the flower and said goodbye to Wen Qingying.
The store was completely silent this time, Wen Qingying took two more sips from the glass of juice, and frowned slightly.
There was a strong wind outside, and the scattered fallen leaves on the roadside were stirred up, and after a while, they gathered together and circled around an invisible center.
Like a wild dance, like a sacrifice.
Wen Qingying got up and walked to the door, leaning against the flower stand, looking up at a cloudy sky where dark clouds were accumulating.
It rained heavily that night, and from the next day, the air suddenly cooled down, and it was barely enough to wear a long-sleeved shirt in the office.
After more than half a week, the large bunch of daisies gathered twice finally showed a decadent look, and then quickly withered within two days.
The potted rose is still growing well.
On Saturday, Tao Ling woke up early.
This day is the anniversary of Tao Jun's death, and he is going to the cemetery.
Walking on the way to work, turning around the corner, I saw a luxury car parked on the side of the street in the distance, facing the door of the flower shop. Wen Qingying didn't think of it at first, but when he approached after half a minute, Tao Ling saw a strange man standing in the shop.
The man was wearing a black suit with his back to the door of the store, and was gesticulating at Wen Qingying.
Wen Qingying pursed her lips and frowned slightly, her emotions seemed a little unstable.
When the man stopped, he also gestured skillfully, and when the man was about to express his words, he stretched out his palm and quickly pushed it out.
If Tao Ling guessed correctly, this action should mean rejection.