Smells

Why is it called Lychee Rose? Xiao Chen didn't ask too much. If he asked again, he would seem to be talking nonsense. Xiang Lin and the old lady were watching.

It was Xiang Lin who spoke first: "Is there any way to say that it is called Lychee Rose?"

The man replied: "The common saying is that this kind of rose has the taste of lychee."

common saying.Xiao Chen laughed from the bottom of his heart, is there any uncommon saying.

Xiao Chen tilted his head and smelled it, and could smell a faint fruity fragrance, which was relatively sweet, not the greasy smell of ordinary flowers.

The fragrance of this flower is fragrant, but it is a bit strange to give it to men, let alone give it to patients.

The flower-giver had sharp brows and eyes, but his eyes were soft, and he always had a faint smile on his face. He was not the kind of active person who knew each other, and Xiao Chen and the others didn't take the initiative to say anything, so he remained silent.

During this period, Xiao Chen raised his eyes and glanced lightly at his face, and happened to meet his clear eyes.

Xiao Chen looked away, deliberately showing a casual expression.

They didn't talk much with the handsome guy who delivered the flowers, and when the flowers were delivered, he left.

Xiao Chen remembered the fragrance on his body, his voice, and his tall and straight back when he left.

As soon as the person left, Xiang Lin took out the card from the flower cluster and said teasingly: "I want to see which little girl gave it to me. She also gave me a bouquet of roses. My eyes are almost blinded by the pink color."

At first glance, it was Ding Zhaoqiu.

Xiang Lin chuckled: "What's wrong with Ding Zhaoqiu? Is he consoling you or proposing to you? What's wrong."

Yu Ying drove back to the flower shop, and when she reached the door, she saw Xu Ke trotting out, the bangs on her forehead were blown up in all directions by the wind.

"Boss, thank you for helping me run!"

"It's okay, it's not far away anyway."

"Thank you!" Xu Ke took a small fan to blow Yu Ying's air, "Is it super hot outside?"

"good."

Xu Xu is a newly recruited employee in the store. She has just been here for a month. The little girl has just graduated from university this year. Her family is in good condition. With her parents' connections, she can find a decent job. She just likes to play with flowers and plants. It's over. Karma came here.

Parents are enlightened people, come as soon as they come, as long as the girl is happy.

The little girl is cheerful and cheerful every day, and she has a good personality. Looking at her delicately, she can actually endure hardships.

Today, another florist in the store asked for leave for something, and only Yinghe Keke was left in the store. Someone ordered a bouquet of lychee roses early in the morning, but the other florist was away, so Keke could only do it himself.

Wrapping flowers requires skills and experience, especially in a well-known flower shop like Yu Ying's. The bouquets wrapped and baskets inserted are basically works of art, and they won't show them to others if they don't look good.

This morning, Xu Ke found out that she was on her period after wrapping the bouquets, so she could only ask the store manager to come and deliver flowers to customers for her.

Xu Ke had just arrived, he was not proficient in the business, and the pillar of the shop was not there, so he stumbled and wrapped a bunch of flowers by himself.

She was still a little nervous at this moment, and asked nervously: "Boss, is the customer still satisfied? Did you say that my flower bag is ugly?"

Yu Ying sat down at the table, smiled and said, "No, he thinks it's pretty."

"Oh my god, she thinks I look good when I'm wrapped like that. What kind of fairy lady is so tolerant!"

Yu Ying was amused by her: "It's not Miss Sister."

"Huh?" Li Ke didn't respond.

Yu Ying said: "The one who received the flowers is a little brother."

Xiao Chen did say "good-looking" at that time, but his voice was relatively low, but Yu Ying heard it.

"The package is not ugly, the customer likes it." Yu Ying comforted Xu Ke.

With a sad face, Xu Ke took out his phone, clicked on WeChat, and held it in front of Yu Ying.

Yu Ying raised her eyes, and on the screen was the chat history between Li Ke Ke and Xing Zhun. Xing Zhun is the florist in the store, and he is as straightforward as his name.

License: [image]

Xuke: Elder sister, can I make a good package? Would you like to comment? [Pitiful]

Sister-to-be: Ugly.

Yu Ying laughed: "You're looking for her just because you hit a wall."

Xingzhun is a professional florist, Xu Keke, an amateur rookie, naturally won't take her seriously.

"It's okay to get into trouble, I just love it." Xu Xu smiled, "Ms. Zhun Zhun is too cold, if I don't take the initiative to get into trouble, she won't talk to me."

Yu Ying smiled and said nothing.

The bell hanging on the door rang, crisp and sweet.

It's eight o'clock, and customers are entering the store one after another.

Yu Ying raised a bright smile: "Welcome."

That night, Xiao Chen received a transoceanic call from Ding Zhaoqiu.

"How is it, Lao Xiao, are you satisfied with the flowers I sent you?"

Ding Zhaoqiu is Xiao Chen's college classmate, and the two have lived in the same dormitory for four years. Xiao Chen doesn't have many friends, and Ding Zhaoqiu is the one with the hardest friendship.

After they graduated, one inherited the profession and became an architect, and the other went home to take over the family business.

The 32-year-old has already become the leader of the group, and he is on a business trip abroad these days.

"Why did you choose this color?" Xiao Chen turned his head and glanced at the handful of pink roses, "It's still roses."

"It's beautiful, who said you can't give roses to friends, the picture my assistant sent me, I think it looks good, it suits you very well, so I ordered it, isn't it pretty?"

"Well, pretty, Xiang Lin thought you were going to propose to me."

Ding Zhaoqiu couldn't help laughing: "I think it's okay, anyway, you two have left, and I happen to be single, so you should consider me."

Xiao Chen frowned: "Are you single? That star of yours—"

"Divided." Ding Zhaoqiu's tone was light.

Ding Zhaoqiu has a celebrity boyfriend. He is very young, in his early twenties. Although he is not considered a top-tier star, he is not low in popularity. He needs to wear a mask when walking in public places.

Ding Zhaoqiu's family has a big business, and it's not difficult to get in touch with people in the entertainment industry, but he and that celebrity boy friend are not in the support relationship of a financial backer and a little lover, the two of them are in a normal relationship.

Ordinary acquaintance, know each other, love each other.

Xiao Chen, who loves or not, has no right to speak, because Ding Zhaoqiu is not a person who will show his true feelings on the surface, and Xiao Chen doesn't care much about his emotional life.

When Ding Zhaoqiu and that little star were dating, the little star was really just a little star, the [-]th line, and the movies he picked up were bad movies just by the name.

The two have been together for more than a year. This year is a lucky year. The little star slowly climbed to the top and became a big star.Ding Zhaoqiu didn't use his power to provide him with any shortcuts, but some opportunities came across unexpectedly like this.

The little star always calls Ding Zhaoqiu his luckybaby, Ding Zhaoqiu likes this title very much, it's a bit gross, but it sounds good.

Unfortunately, the fate has come to an end at this moment.

Xiao Chen asked, "How are you divided?"

"I mentioned it." Ding Zhaoqiu stood in front of the French window and lit a cigarette.

"What's the matter, he loves you?"

Ding Zhaoqiu laughed: "Not really. It's just that fate has come to an end, it's not going to get better."

Smoke billowed, blurring the clear window panes.

Ding Zhaoqiu took a deep breath on his cigarette, and exhaled even smoke rings: "Didn't he follow a trafficker to speculate on cp recently? Do you know what it is? It's just the old den of those star fans. I was in a hurry and went to see it. Two eyes..."

"Isn't this still green you?" Xiao Chen said.

"It doesn't count. I know it's all a play. He also told me that it's a business need and arranged by the company. He has always explained it to me. I also know that he is not that kind of person."

"That's still worth it."

Ding Zhaoqiu pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and twisted it twice, then said slowly: "I just feel tired, it's boring to talk about, I can't ask him to give up those things for me, that's what he got with great difficulty, and it's also his dream .”

Xiao Chen remained silent. Although he had been divorced, he had no relationship experience and could not provide Ding Zhaoqiu with reference.

Speaking of which, the two are also brothers and sisters, one is separated and the other is divided. At the age of thirty, it is quite bitter to have it and lose it.

Xiao Chen is okay, because he never owned anything.

"Don't mention this." Ding Zhaoqiu broke the silence, "How is your arm? Xiang Lin said it was broken?"

"Minor fracture, not serious."

"Will it affect your future work?"

"will not."

Ding Zhaoqiu felt relieved, and suddenly asked: "What are you going to do now?"

"What should I do?" Xiao Chen didn't understand.

"We're divorced, what's your plan after that?"

"No plan, just live like this."

"Just live like this." Ding Zhaoqiu snorted, "Then find another woman, get married, start a family—"

"Shut up." Xiao Chen said displeased, "You don't know why I married Xiang Lin back then?"

"Yes, I know, now that you're gone, you don't plan to live your own life?" Ding Zhaoqiu was aggressive, "You didn't plan to tell your aunt that you don't like women but men?"

"Don't always live in a shell, Chen'er." Ding Zhaoqiu said this very solemnly.

Xiao Chen was quiet for a while, and said, "You talk a lot today."

"Isn't that broken love? I'm very fragile and sensitive." When Ding Zhaoqiu said this, the assistant just came in, and he was embarrassed at the door on the spot, neither entering nor retreating.

Ding Zhaoqiu coughed, and said into the phone: "Okay, I still have a video conference to start, so I won't talk to you anymore, see you when I go back to China."

Xiao Chen said "Hey", as if he had something to say.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Xiao Chen's words were stuck in his throat, he pursed his lower lip, and said, "It's okay, hang up."

Xiao Chen stayed in the hospital for two days before returning home. His arm was injured and he was able to walk around. There was no need to lie down in the hospital all the time. The company granted him a three-month leave to recuperate at home.

On this day, Xiao Chen's aunt sent a WeChat message saying that she would come to see him in the evening. Xiao Chen was leaning over the table with a broken arm and looking at the drawings. After reading the WeChat message, he immediately went to the supermarket.

In the summer, the fractures were very painful, and it was impossible to take a shower with his arms hanging, and it was inconvenient to change clothes. Xiao Chen was usually shirtless at home, and had to change clothes when he went out.

When I was in the hospital, there were nurses to help me, but I could only grind it slowly at home alone.

My aunt wanted to come to the house to take care of Xiao Chen, but Xiao Chen refused.At such an advanced age, it is not decent to let an old woman take care of the daily life.

Xiao Chen has not gone out for a long time, and he will travel far away, usually alone to collect scenery, visit buildings around the world, find inspiration, and go shopping like today, which is really rare.

Ding Zhaoqiu told him not to live in a shell. It's not that he can't do it, but he just thinks it's unnecessary.

I bought some food reserves, as well as daily necessities. I didn't dare to buy more snacks, so I picked some vegetables and fruits.

Seeing that he was inconvenient to move around, the supermarket staff followed him and offered to help him get things from the shelves.

Xiao Chen thanked him all the way.

On a summer night, even the wind was steaming, Xiao Chen pushed the shopping cart on the way home.

The supermarket was not far from where he lived, and Xiao Chen got permission to push the shopping cart of the supermarket back home and send it back later.

His whole body was hot, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. Xiao Chen put the purchased things in their proper positions without any haste. After finishing everything, the hair on his forehead was soaked.

Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the sofa and turned on the air conditioner, the cold wind blowing on his face lifted the wet hair on his forehead, making it very cool.

There was a sound of unlocking the door, Xiao Caiying changed her shoes and walked into the house, calling softly: "Chenchen?"

Xiao Chen responded.

"I brought you some food." Xiao Caiying put the lunch box on the dining table and glanced at the living room.

Xiao Chen was lying on the sofa reading a book. He was wearing a loose dark short-sleeved sleeve, and the collar was stained with faint sweat marks.

Xiao Caiying didn't ask anything, as usual, she walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to take a look.

full.

Milk, fruit, bread, everything you need.

She took a bottle of milk and held it in her hand. It was at room temperature.

Xiao Caiying walked to the living room and bent down to pat Xiao Chen's leg: "It's time to eat, don't look at it."

Xiao Chen got up: "What did you do?"

Xiao Caiying smiled: "It's all what you like to eat."

Xiao Chen was inconvenient to eat with one hand. Xiao Caiying knew that he would be awkward, so she didn't feed him. She just brought him a big spoon and ate it.

Xiao Chen scooped up an egg dumpling with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, then asked with a smile, "Did uncle make it?"

"Why, you think I'm not as good as him?" Xiao Caiying took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Xiao Chen wiped the juice from his mouth and said, "You don't like to put ginger in your stuffing. It's full of minced ginger. Once you taste it, you know it's made by my uncle."

Xiao Caiying smiled silently, and glanced around twice.

Xiang Lin's things are still there, but this room no longer smells of another person, it is really deserted.

Xiao Caiying hesitated for a while, then said softly: "Aunt still wants to ask about you and Linlin."

Xiao Chen put down the spoon, wiped his mouth, and said "um", "you can ask."