too weird.
After inexplicably looking at each other for a while, Tao Ling looked away, took another bunch of purple daisies from his side, put them back after two seconds, and took two more light green ones.
He really likes this color. The green gradually spreads from the center of the flower to the petals and becomes lighter. It has a vague meaning, but it looks very pure at first glance.
Tao Jun will also like it. He is so flamboyant. On the surface, he likes this kind of cleanliness. It looks simple, but it is actually ingenious.
The boy approached, as if to greet Tao Ling, and silently pouted the corner of his mouth at him.
But Tao Ling was taking out his phone and didn't notice his expression. Looking up again, Tao Ling only saw an overly handsome expressionless face, which was even more heart-pounding than when he saw it from a distance.
What is an adjective called, yes, Jianmei Xingmu.
Tao Ling asked, "Boss, how much is it?"
The boy looked at his lips seriously, as if to discern the content of his words. When Tao Ling finished speaking, he raised his arms, his right hand pointed out his index finger, and his left hand folded into a circle.
Tao Ling nodded and said in his heart that sure enough, then it was a pity. While scanning the QR code on the glass door.
The transfer page appeared. The avatar of the payee was a pair of light green daisies, exactly the same as the one in his own hand, and the ID was "Wen Qingying". The account should be verified by real name, so it is in brackets, the first two words in it are asterisks, and the last one is "ying".
The clear reflection is in the Chengyuan, and the solitary roar is among the absolute ridges.
It's really a good name if it's called Wen Qingying.
After Tao Ling transferred the account, he saw that Wen Qingying had already entered the store, and didn't care whether he paid or not.
There is a small table against the wall in the room, which is covered with flower-wrapped materials. Wen Qingying is rummaging for things, and when he raises his hand, the shirt at the back waist is wrinkled along the lines of the muscles.
Tadao Yoshikawa said that the flow of social classes ultimately boils down to people's free will. How to be a mute in a flower shop and a healthy person called a "teacher"
Fuck your free will.
Tao Ling stood there for two seconds and was about to leave when Wen Qingying suddenly turned around with a piece of kraft paper and shook it at him. The paper shakes out in the breeze, making a slight noise.
Tao Ling paused, and Wen Qingying waved again, pointing to the flower in his arms.
Judging from the proficiency of smelling Qingying Baohua, Tao Ling concluded that this was definitely his first time in a flower shop, and he might have to catch a duck on the shelves.
Wen Qingying's movements are not clumsy, but only for Baohua, the hand seems to be too big. After pressing the flower branch and the wrapping paper, when I pulled the transparent adhesive with one hand, it was always difficult to pull it off. The tape was accidentally tangled in a ball. When the complete tape was finally pulled out, the wrapping paper fell apart.
Tao Ling wanted to laugh more and more, and finally helped to suppress the flower stem. Wen Qingying let go of her arms, went into battle with both hands, and finally stumbled and wrapped the flowers.
The slender hand holds the dark yellow kraft paper, the blue veins on the back of the hand are dark, and the knuckles are stretched and beautiful. Wen Qingying held the flower and handed it to Tao Ling, while picking up a card on the table to show him.
The card reads: "You can live a long time with frequent water changes."
Wen Qingying still looked calm, not as embarrassed as Tao Ling imagined, nor was she embarrassed, as if it was only natural that he had a flower shop but could not wrap flowers.
"Thank you." Tao Ling said.
When he took the flowers, Wen Qingying turned around and took out a hydrangea to trim the branches and leaves.
Tao Ling slanted the corner of his mouth and went out of the store.
The cemetery is in the suburbs, and you have to transfer to the bus if you take the subway. Although you got off work a little earlier today, it was already 6:30 when you arrived at the destination.
The location of the tomb to go to is a bit high. Since the semester started, Tao Ling has been busy since the beginning of the semester. Tao Ling has a lot less time to exercise, and when he climbed up, he felt a little tired.
Holding the flower in one hand and a coat on his wrist, he sat down on a tomb platform, leaning on his side against the icy stele.
The black and white photo on the tombstone was very clear. It was a man in his thirties. He was described as elegant and elegant. At first glance, he looked almost exactly like Tao Ling, but his eyes were much calmer than Tao Ling.
"Tao Jun, I'm fucking exhausted. What do you think you chose this place? Are you tossing me on purpose?" Tao Ling complained.
Taking the opportunity to put Daisy aside: "Here it is. It's a big handsome guy, no, it's a little handsome guy, it's not right, it's a little big handsome guy who wrapped it up for you, it's a bit scattered, for the sake of being handsome, you will do it. a bit."
Crows flew by, and twilight was approaching.
"But to be honest, the environment here is good, so you don't have to worry about dust allergies." Tao Ling continued, "Look at the crows, they are bigger than those in the city. Don't eat wild animals."
"You said that there are no crows in the city? Yes, you know the grove next to the lotus pond in our school, right? I saw it inside. Why did I drill into the grove? What? My friend, I'll beat you to death if you guess... Forget it, don't beat me, you'll be dead."
"Xing Xing Xing tell you," his voice became longer and longer, "I went inside to think about life, the thesis almost didn't get me stuck, you almost, really only a little bit, just a little bit, you just I can be reunited with your brother in the underground. I can't read the fucking scriptures. I'm a ghost. There are so many people who have studied that no one really understands. Don't laugh at me? Giggle to me? You'll be happy if you kill me, right? Believe it or not, I'll throw a rope and hang it right away to accompany you."
Speaking of dry mouth at the end, Tao Ling realized that he forgot to buy water just now.
The wind was a little cold, and the night was low and vertical until it was completely dark. He put on his coat and sighed: "Fuck you, Autumn, Tao Jun, I don't like autumn at all."
He raised his arm and looked at his watch, it was almost eight o'clock.
"I've been chatting with you for so long today, give me money." Tao Ling laughed to himself for a while, finally got up and patted his trousers, "I'm leaving, I have to go to work tomorrow."
When he turned around, Tao Ling thought, as long as I don't talk to Tao Jun, I will be a graceful teacher Tao.
Just after taking two steps, there was a sudden click next to it.
Tao Ling felt agitated in his heart and turned his head to look over, just to see a large juniper swaying not far away, and a person emerged from the middle.
He involuntarily stepped aside half a step.
The street lamp in the distance had been on for a long time, but only a little light came over, but it was also due to this stingy light, Tao Ling was able to see the slight surprise on the face of the person who came.
"Wen Qingying?" He blurted out.
After he finished speaking, he frowned immediately. He seemed to have recited the name silently in the afternoon, and he recited it more than once, but he called it out so naturally.
Luckily he's deaf... as if he couldn't be so lucky.
Wen Qingying blinked.
Tao Ling breathed a sigh of relief, bullying others to be inaudible, and whispered, "It's so fucking scaring me that I don't even make a sound, thinking it's a ghost, don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of ghosts at all, I'm just afraid of Tao Jun."
Wen Qingying let go of the hand holding Arborvitae, walked in front of him, and patted his body.
"Why are you here?" Tao Ling said word by word.
It doesn't matter if he can read lips or not, it's better to speak slowly.
After the initial shock, Wen Qingying quickly regained her composure. Seeing Tao Ling talking, he pointed to his side, and then took out his mobile phone to type.
The screen emitted a faint light to illuminate his face, and before Tao Ling could take a closer look, the mobile phone was already supported.
On the notepad was written: "What a coincidence, I remember you, the gentleman who bought flowers in the afternoon. I came to see my mother, and I came across the road. I'm sorry, did I scare you? I thought there was no one in the cemetery at this time. "
"No, no." Tao Ling waved at him.
The author has something to say: Qingying is in Chengyuan, and Gu Xiao is in the peak: one of Zhou Mi's "Ten Interpretations of Autumn Miscellaneous Xing".