At the corner of the street, at some point, there was a small shop called Waiting for Flowers to Bloom, which was elegantly decorated. In addition to all kinds of small flowers in flower pots, there were also bunches of packaged flower clusters at the door.
For this store, Jiang He even went to work as an hourly worker in other stores, peeking at how they are usually.
Larger stores have a different source of customers than her, and they cooperate with wedding companies to arrange weddings, and the profits of a wedding can range from thousands to tens of thousands. There are also some who are close to advertising companies, and the arrangement of flower baskets and flower pots for the opening of a new store is not as good as a wedding, and it is relatively big. There are also decoration companies, garden landscape layout, and even open for half a year.
But not to mention the business competition in it, there is no way for such a small shop to be busy—Wang Zijun has something to do with it, and he wanted to help out, so it was a pity to be declined.
I don't expect to make a fortune, and I am satisfied with a small profit.
Gong Ping likes to come and play, watching Jiang He tinker with bouquets, and learn from her from time to time, the environment here is very good.
"Rose, blow it so hard before sending it out... Huh!"
Jiang He demonstrated a bouquet of flowers to customers. The guy in front of him looked a bit introverted. He probably seldom bought flowers, and he couldn’t tell what he needed with the bouquet. He could only tell from a few words that he wanted the kind that bloomed brightly. of.
Blowing hard on the bouquet of roses, the petals that had been gathered together unfolded, the young man suddenly realized, scratched his head in embarrassment, and prepared to pay.
"Slow down!"
Jiang He didn't give him the flowers after the demonstration, but took a new bouquet and handed it out.
Turning around, Gong Ping was watering the flowers with a watering can.
"I'll give you a flower." She gave Gong Ping the rose she had just demonstrated in her hand. This woman was wearing a red dress, which was quite a match.
"thanks!"
Gong Ping took it over with a smile, "Is it possible to put it in a vase and keep it open for several days?"
"About a week, sometimes four or five days."
"Awesome, ten yuan for one flower, it's worth it!" Gong Ping twisted the bouquet and twirled it in her hands, and sniffed it lightly with her nose. Thinking of something, her flattered face collapsed again.
"When will a man give me such a bouquet of flowers instead of you, a mother who has given birth to two children?"
"I still dislike it. If you don't like it, you can return it to me."
"No!"
The two women stayed in the flower shop, which looked very eye-catching at first glance.
On the other side of the road, Xu Qing pushed the stroller and watched the two of them move about in the store, looked at the traffic lights, and hummed softly.
Kaiyuan's little old lady became a modern flower shop owner, busy selling flowers every day. .
An inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
This will be put in the novel, probably Jiang He will be a supernatural person, every bouquet of flowers has its own story, and then help each customer who buys flowers to solve problems...
An outline came out.
When the green light came on, Xu Qing pushed the child over to bring lunch, Jiang He stopped fighting with Gong Ping, turned around and picked up her daughter and rubbed her face.
It has been a month since the store opened, and they have already started working on the mini program.
Originally, Jiang He didn't want to cause such trouble. According to Xu Qing, it shouldn't sell many flowers, but it is enough to leave an impression on the people who see it.
At the same time, there is also a public account for growing flowers. Xu Qing helped Jiang He bring over the experience and small videos shared by Jiang He on some platforms to accumulate popularity.
Of course, at present, Xu Qing is mainly doing it, and Jiang He only cares about the affairs of the store. She is really not proficient in writing copywriting, so many places still have to rely on this guy.
Bring the computer and put it on the table. Xu Qing also likes to work in this small shop. Jiang He gets up very early in the morning and comes to open the shop, displaying large and small flower pots and bouquets. He will come over when it is almost lunchtime , Busy about Jiang He's business, and then do my own thing, this day will pass by again.
A little more trouble than before, but more fulfilling.
The owner of the milk tea shop next door occasionally glanced outside, expressing contempt for Xu Qing's behavior, letting a woman move around the flower pot every morning, and Jiang He would bend over and hum when closing the door at night After moving, Xu Qing just held the child and watched, not looking like a man at all.
Gong Ping wandered around, watching Xu Qing working in the corner of the store, teasing the couple's daughter and son, her mind was full of finding a boyfriend.
"Aren't you two showing off too much?"
Seeing the almonds flying across the air and falling into the mouth of Xu Qing, who was clacking and typing on the keyboard, Gong Ping couldn't help but said.
"Do you want it too? Open your mouth." Jiang He peeled off another one, eager to try it at Gong Ping.
"I don't want it, I'm going to find my boyfriend, bye."
"Since when did you have a boyfriend?"
"I just want to find it if I don't have one."
Gong Ping took the rose that Jiang He had just given her, and went out without looking back, intending to throw the flower out if she fell in love with it, and then asked: Classmate, did you drop this flower
In the afternoon, there were fewer people on the street, the sun was clear and the sky was clear, and there were not many people out shopping. It was relatively leisurely at this time. Jiang He and Xu Qing lingered for a while, and after asking him, they planned to lie down on the table and take a rest.
"Huh? Are you... Xiaohe Miao?"
There was a sound of surprise, Xu Qing and Jiang He looked back, and then looked at each other, and found that they did not know the person who made the sound.
"Master Qing?!"
The visitor was even more surprised when he saw Xu Qing's face clearly.
"Ah... it's me, may I ask who you are?" Xu Qing heard this sound a bit strange, maybe it was his fans.
Thinking of this, Xu Qing couldn't help standing up, we are also a public figure with fans.
"I, Hu Datongshu! I watched your live broadcast before when there were no people..." Hu Tong pointed at himself, quite excited, "Why don't you live broadcast anymore?"
"Isn't this selling flowers?"
Xu Qing said casually, still thinking about this familiar name, why is it so familiar...
Then he patted his thigh, "I remember! Is it you who cut my ghost video?"
"Yes, I... oh no, it's not me."
"just you!"
When I met my audience outside, he was quite a talkative guy. Xu Qing was joking, but also a little happy. This feeling is very strange.
"It's a pity that you stopped broadcasting, but selling flowers is also very good... This small shop looks very new."
"That's right, it's only been over a month, do you want to give your girlfriend a bouquet of flowers?"
"I don't have that thing. I just passed by and felt familiar. I thought about it for a long time, and then walked back to have a look. It really is you." Hu Tong was very happy, seeing the real person today.
"This is your twin... ouch, so cute."
Xu Qing had shown off her pregnancy with twins on Mr. Qing's account, but she didn't post any photos.
In the blink of an eye, it seems like a long time has passed. At the beginning, Xu Qing was bragging in the live broadcast room with his chain mail, and now he took the twins to a flower shop in a corner of this small city, cutting and cutting the video. Hu Tong couldn't help but envy the couple.
While chatting, Gong Ping came back.
Holding the flowers, he looked at Hu Tong curiously.
"You have guests, let's talk another day." Hu Tong said hello and was about to leave. He used to chat with his friends in the live broadcast room, but now it feels pretty good to meet him on the street. Ever since he knew that Xu Qing was also in Jiangcheng, he wanted to Will you come across it occasionally.
He has also met the wheelchair brother who has been a little popular recently, and Jiangcheng has a lot of talents.
"You should know this too. You used to chat in the bullet screen when there were few people in the live broadcast room." Xu Qing pointed at Gong Ping and said to Hu Tong.
"Oh?"
"yes?"
Hu Tong and Yogurt looked at each other, both a little puzzled.
"I am... Hu Datongshu."
"I'm sour, sour..." Gong Ping got stuck, and couldn't say the word "beautiful yogurt girl".
Why did she come up with such a mentally retarded name at the beginning, but now she is an old woman, and she is still a beautiful girl, what a beautiful ass.
"Beautiful yogurt girl?" Hu Tong was a little surprised.
"Please don't mention that name."
Gong Ping said blankly, she didn't plan to chat with this person anymore.
Xu Qing and Jiang He looked at each other, good guy, it feels like a fan meeting.
Who would have known that in this small Jiangcheng, two of them had watched their live broadcast.
"The three of you actually got together!"
Hu Tong was amazed, and then felt a little suddenly, that they were friends, and this woman was the housekeeper for the couple.
After staying for a while longer, Hu Tong left in a good mood. Jiang He used Xu Qing's computer to search out the former ghosts and animals, and laughed with Gong Ping. This Hu Datongshu is really talented.
After two o'clock, Xu Qing pushed the two babies out for a stroll. Since having a child, she has become less and less fond of driving, so she just pushed the small car and walked casually on the road in Jiangcheng, watching the green leaves and branches on the side of the road, blowing the breeze , more comfortable than cramming two babies into a car.
Sometimes I feel tired of walking. At this time, I miss Wang Zijun's wheelchair. If I drive a wheelchair and push a baby stroller...
Well, he is not as thick-skinned as Wang Zijun.
Wang Zijun can do what ordinary people can't, he doesn't care what others think, and only does what he wants to do. In this regard, Xu Qing must admit that he is not as good as him.
A few birds chirped, and the dappled light came through the dense branches and leaves on the roadside. Xu Qing stopped to look around, sat down on the roadside stone, and teased the two children with the baby carriage.
The father pushing the stroller for a walk stopped on the side of the road and played with the child.
Someone across the road took a picture of this scene and came over to show Xu Qing and ask Xu Qing for his opinion.
"What exhibition?" Xu Qing was confused, looking at the photo taken by the other party, it turned out to be pretty good.
"Jiangcheng Photography Exhibition."
"Will it be in the newspaper?"
"Uh..." The other party was caught off guard, disturbed by Xu Qing's success, and he didn't know Xu Qing's attitude, so he said hesitantly: "If you win the prize... maybe you will win."
"That's fine, you can use it and send me the original copy... Wait, I don't think this pose is handsome enough, why don't we take a new one?"
"No need, no need... This is the most natural way, but it won't work if you deliberately pose for a photo." The little girl holding the camera was ashamed.
The subject of the photo is Xu Qing sitting on a stone bench under a big green tree by the roadside, bending over to face the stroller. The two children inside cannot be photographed, otherwise the twins should be better.
But just now Xu Qing's leisurely and loving expression and eyes are also very good.
Xu Qing asked clearly about the newspaper, and added the little girl's wechat message to wait for her to send the photo.
Let Xu Wenbin see it when the time comes, hahahaha...
Thinking of that scene, Xu Qing wanted to laugh with his hands on his hips.
I don't know if it was because he was beaten too hard by the belt before, anyway, whenever he has a chance, he wants to show off to Xu Wenbin.
Qin Hao married the big braid who was rescued, and now every time he goes home and sees Qin Hao and his wife on the balcony, he always rummages out about the bravery he did in the past, as if Xu Wenbin would forget about it.
The afternoon wind blows slowly, Xu Qing checks the time, pushes the stroller for a slow walk to the old house, Jiang He's flower shop is not too far from Beiwang Road.
Uncle Zhao was the same as before, sitting under a parasol to earn his wages, with a thermos in hand.
"Uncle Zhao, rest?"
"Well, take the kids out to play?"
"Walk around casually, it's not good for children to be bored all the time."
Xu Qing laughed, went to the security room to find a disposable paper cup, and came over to drink his tea.
"I've become a father now, it doesn't seem to have changed at all." Seeing Xu Qing's appearance, Uncle Zhao smacked his lips.
"The changes have changed a lot, we are too familiar, you can't tell, look at the figure, look at the muscles..."
"Stop bending that little arm of yours."
"hey-hey."
Uncle Zhao took a sip from the cup, he already had some gray hair on his sideburns, but he was in good spirits, and joked with Xu Qing.
Watching him grow up since he was a child, talking about girlfriends, and now being a father, whether he is an elder or a junior, or forgetting to make friends, he is familiar with him anyway.
After Xu Qing moved away, she felt a little lonely.
The two sat at the gate of the community, each holding tea, and a large baby carriage beside them.
Under the tree not far away in the community, Uncle Zhao’s little grandson is no longer the little brat he used to be. He has grown a lot taller. He didn’t go to school on weekends. He was playing under the tree with his mobile phone, and he could faintly hear the sound of the whole army attacking. .
Standing next to him was a slightly fat kid, but he didn't have a mobile phone. He was striding forward in a stance, very serious, his eyes kept looking here, but he was too embarrassed to come over and say something.
When I get older and understand something, I feel embarrassed to chase after others and tell the master to learn martial arts.
But the mind of practicing martial arts has not changed. Back then, Jiang He held a dog with one hand like a heroic goddess of war, which was deeply etched in his mind. He has always firmly believed that there are martial arts in this world.
"The kid is practicing martial arts?" Xu Qing looked amused, and in his impression, it seemed that when he lived here, there was a chubby boy following Jiang He's ass to learn kung fu.
"Well, I often see him practice. Not to mention, losing weight is very useful. If you practice hard, it's fucking fun, and you won't suffer if you fight one or two in that fight."
"This kid has a future."
Xu Qing nodded, the Zamabu posture is very standard, it hasn't deformed for so long, it's much stronger than he was before.
"Your little Jiang, opened a flower shop to sell flowers?"
"Well, it's over there, walk three roads, and it's just around the corner."
Xu Qing shook the stroller lightly, and raised her finger to point to the distance.
"really not bad."
Uncle Zhao praised, as if thinking of something, he smiled smugly.
"Before the police asked about your daughter-in-law, your Aunt Cheng and I told her that she had lived here for several years, and she was here for a long time. You usually buy vegetables and cook, and you live a pretty good life." Uncle Zhao lowered his voice slightly. , took a sip of water from the cup, and the wrinkles at the corners of the brows stretched out with the raised eyebrows, "Your Aunt Cheng didn't even mention that she was holding a knife when she first came here, how about it, I said a long time ago, you are living a good life of."
"Haha, thanks to you, Uncle Zhao."
When I first came, I had a knife...
Xu Qing thought for a while, it seemed that the first person Jiang He met was Aunt Cheng, and she kept ignoring this.
Anyway, that's all in the past, and the little old lady is now the florist.
The setting sun is slanting in the distance, an old man, a young man and two children are sitting at the gate of the old community enjoying their leisure time.