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"Yes." Xiao Chen replied, "Give me back a handful."

Yu Ying smiled with her eyes bent, and someone nearby noticed that they seemed to know each other, so she leaned over and asked, "Xiao Yu, do you two know each other?"

The person who asked the question was a demure Mrs. Fu, and Yu Ying replied with a smile, "Yes, my friend."

"Nowadays, boys live more delicately than little girls." Mrs. Fu smiled and put a flower in the flower mud, "I always wanted my little daughter to learn flower arranging, but she refused, and she just played with her phone all day long." her game."

"My flower shop can't do without this." Yu Ying laughed.

Mrs. Fu raised her head: "Xiao Yu, are you in a flower shop?"

"That's right." Yu Ying said, "It's not long since I took over, and I'm new to it, so I don't know anything."

Mrs. Fu pursed her lips and smiled: "Such a tall and burly man, he really doesn't look like someone who plays with flowers and plants."

Yu Ying smiled and said nothing.

Mrs. Fu asked him, "Where is the store? From now on, I will go to your store if I want to order flowers."

"Okay, then I would like to thank you in advance for taking care of my business."

"You add me on WeChat later, I have to go and have a look when I have time."

"Okay."

Xiao Chen listened to Yu Ying's speech in silence, very seriously.

His tone of voice when talking to people is always unhurried, with a high-pitched ending, but with a touch of gentleness.

Sitting next to him, Xiao Chen set off a strong contrast.

Xiao Chen enjoys being a silent bystander, and occasionally envies Yu Ying's innate appeal——

Once someone speaks, you can't escape your eyes from him.

The time spent in the floral art class was wonderful. They didn't talk a lot. Occasionally, when their elbows touched, their hearts would tremble quietly, and then they would slightly bend their fingers, watching the afterglow of the sunset slip through their fingers gently.

After working for a long time, it is rare to have such a relaxing and peaceful moment. Xiao Chen felt that this flower art class was really the right one.

Yu Ying came here to learn handicrafts in a serious way, and stayed behind to communicate with the flower art teacher for a while after class. Xiao Chen left first, turning his back and didn't see Yu Ying looking at him with his neck bent.

Xiao Chen stood at the door and waited for a while.

A few minutes later, Yu Ying came out from inside, paused her footsteps, looked relieved, and said with a smile, "I thought you were gone."

"If you don't come out again, I may really have to leave."

They walked side by side, their shoulders touching each other from time to time, and the cloth of their clothes rubbed against each other, making a slight rubbing sound.

"How to go back?" Yu Ying asked him.

"drive."

"Be careful on the road."

"Ah."

Xiao Chen stopped at the entrance of the building, turned around and looked at Yu Ying: "Should we add a WeChat account?"

"Didn't you say you want to help me make up lessons? How can I make up without contact information?"

Yu Ying smiled, "That's right."

The two exchanged WeChat messages and said goodbye at the gate of the building. Xiao Chen stepped into the twilight holding today's flower arrangement, and the gray-blue sweater changed color under the infiltration of the setting sun.

The low-saturation tone seems to have been adjusted up a few degrees, and his back is as angry as a warm light.

"Xiao Chen." Yu Ying suddenly stopped him.

Xiao Chen turned around.

A faint smile appeared on Yu Ying's face, and she changed her mouth: "Brother Chen."

"what happened?"

"Do you thank people by sending flowers?"

Xiao Chen was stunned.

Yu Ying asked again: "Do you often send flowers to people?"

Xiao Chen replied, "No."

Yu Ying continued to ask: "Will a man send flowers to another man who has only met two or three times?"

Xiao Chen was silent for three seconds, and said, "I don't know about other people, but I will."

After that day, Xiao Chen asked Jiang Xiaosheng to go to the flower market to buy a large bunch of Fulang, and sent them to "Shu Yu".

It's actually quite funny to say that the owner of the florist received flowers bought from other places as a gift.Yu Ying took the handful of fulang that hadn't been treated in any way, and was allowed to gossip for a long time.

"Boss, the number of times you have received flowers has soared these past few days!" Xu Ke stared brightly, "Did someone put your photo on the dating website?"

Yu Ying said bluntly: "It was all given by one person."

"Who is who?"

"Xiao Chen."

"No way!" Xu Ke bluffed, "Is the boss chasing you!"

Yu Ying avoided answering this question, held a gerbera in her hand and said, "This gerbera is what he owes me—"

"I just didn't expect to pay so much."

These few days Xiao Chen got off work very punctually. He and Ding Zhaoqiu hadn't seen each other for a long time, and today they made an appointment to go to the gym together.

When he came out of the gym, Ding Zhaoqiu asked him: "How are you and that predestined person doing?"

"It's okay." Xiao Chen opened a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.

"No, it's been a long time, and there is no movement at all."

"I sent flowers twice." Xiao Chen raised the back of his hand and wiped the water from the corner of his lips, "Is this considered movement?"

Ding Zhaoqiu was taken aback, and slapped him on the back: "It's ok, so good?"

Xiao Chen raised his arms and stretched his muscles, and said, "It's not what you think." He lay down on the sofa in the lounge, closed his eyes and suddenly stopped talking.

Ding Zhaoqiu was irritated by his tepid attitude, so he pushed his arm anxiously: "Then what's the matter, is your cycad tree blooming?"

Xiao Chen opened his eyes and looked at him: "He and I are friends now, and I don't plan to go any further."

"Didn't plan to go further?" Ding Zhaoqiu poked his heart straight, "Then you give flowers to others in a coquettish manner? I said Lao Xiao, don't you think you are hypocritical?"

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I really have no further plans now."

Sending flowers twice doesn't mean anything.

Ding Zhaoqiu looked at him without saying a word, and asked for a long time, "Is it because you care about your aunt?"

Xiao Chen didn't speak.

"I've said it countless times, Old Xiao." Ding Zhaoqiu said earnestly, "Occasionally, I think about myself and live my own life."

Xiao Chen's parents died when he was 13 years old. After he was adopted by Xiao Caiying into his own home, he lived a dull life for more than ten years. He lived in the shadows, just like what Ding Zhaoqiu said, he has been living in the in the shell.

His father committed suicide, and his mother followed him away. The world of a 13-year-old boy was fragile and small, and it could never be rebuilt after it collapsed.It's not that it can't be reshaped, it's just that he's too lazy to do it.

He can live his life as others want, such as his aunt, his uncle.He can be step-by-step, plain, and do his best to create a peaceful and peaceful place for them.

When you feel that life is meaningless, the most comfortable way to do it is not to expect anything.

He really lives up to his name, Xiao Chen, depressed.

Why was Yu Ying's gaze so tightly grasped on him?

Because that person's attitude towards life is completely on the opposite side of him.

The sun is gentle and fraternity is chic.

The qualitative change of envy is admiration.

When looking at Yu Ying, Xiao Chen's admiration for him is mixed with deep admiration. He may not show it, but he will definitely not avoid this emotion.

"I just haven't thought about it yet." Xiao Chen sat up, speaking in a deep and slow tone, "I don't want to be confused."

There was light in his eyes when he spoke, Ding Zhaoqiu rarely saw such an expression on his face.

"Then you should think about it carefully." Ding Zhaoqiu stood down, looked at him condescendingly, raised his eyebrows, "Take me to meet your destined person."

"What?"

"I'll see you as soon as I want, are you still not happy?" Ding Zhaoqiu urged him, "Hurry up, change clothes, I'm not here to expose you, getting to know a friend's 'friend', shouldn't be too much, right?"

"Don't say things you shouldn't say."

"So what can I say."

"..."

The two of them took a shower in the locker room, changed their clothes, and went straight to "Silence". Neither of them has a muddled temperament.

When they arrived at the flower shop, their hair was still wet.

There was only one and a half-year-old child in the store, squatting on the ground to feed the golden retriever.When he stood up, he was tall, thin and handsome, but he didn't look very attractive, his beautiful eyes were full of guard and indifference.

Having never seen this boy before, Xiao Chen guessed that he might be the child Yu Ying adopted.

Ding Zhaoqiu leaned on the bar and asked, "Kid, where is your boss?"

"Go out." The boy's voice was also very cold.

"When are you coming back?"

"do not know."

Ding Zhaoqiu clicked his tongue, pulled a chair and sat down: "It's not a coincidence, let's wait."

Xiao Chen said in a low voice: "Are you sure you didn't come to expose me? You are so deliberate that it is already outrageous."

Ding Zhaoqiu laughed: "I've said it all, I'm here to meet friends of friends."

"Uncle, don't you buy flowers?" Jiang Yan asked Ding Zhaoqiu.

Ding Zhaoqiu was taken aback, and looked at him: "How old are you, kid?"

"16."

"You should be 17 years old." Ding Zhaoqiu picked up a broken leaf on the table and flicked it on his forehead, "Uncle is only 15 years older than you, do you think it's appropriate to call you Uncle?"

Ding Zhaoqiu was considered suave and suave at any rate, he couldn't bear to be called "Uncle" by a high school student.

Jiang Yan frowned and took a step back.

Xiao Chen reminded from the side: "15 years away, I should be called uncle."

Ding Zhaoqiu followed Xiao Chen's words, smiled and said to Jiang Yan: "Come on, this is Uncle Xiao, a good friend of your boss."

"Uncle, do you want to buy flowers or not?" Jiang Yan's patience was about to run out, and he didn't want to argue with Ding Zhaoqiu, "Guang and others?"

Ding Zhaoqiu said "yo": "The kid is quite good at doing business. Buy it, why don't you buy it, wrap me a bouquet of carnations."

"What kind?"

Ding Zhaoqiu looked around, pointed to a cluster of retro-colored carnations with low saturation, and asked, "There are still carnations in this color?"

"Dyed."

"It's pretty, let's just go with it."

Jiang Yan bent down to pick a few.

Ding Zhaoqiu looked at him suspiciously: "You know how to make a bag?"

Jiang Yan nodded, and said honestly: "Knowing how to make bags doesn't necessarily mean looking good."

"..."

After waiting for 5 minutes, the main character arrived.When Yu Ying came back, she saw Xiao Chen sitting in front of the bar, sitting next to a strange man, who was talking to him with his head tilted.

"Brother Chen?" Yu Ying called out.

Xiao Chen turned his head.

Yu Ying glanced at the man beside Xiao Chen, smiled politely, and asked Xiao Chen, "Friend?"

Xiao Chen hummed.

Yu Ying found that his hair was wet and his collar was stained with water.

"Hello, my name is Ding Zhaoqiu, and I'm Xiao Chen's friend." Ding Zhaoqiu greeted him proactively.

"Hello." Yu Ying shook hands with him, "Yu Ying."

"I'm here to buy flowers." Ding Zhaoqiu covered Xiao Chen, "Old Xiao said that the flowers here are very beautiful."

His eyes are natural and calm, but Yu Ying can see the scrutiny in his eyes at a glance——

The man has been watching himself.

"It's overrated." Yu Ying said modestly.

Yu Ying walked up to Jiang Yan and pinched the back of his neck: "Me?"

"No."

"Let me do it." Yu Ying took the cut flowers from his hand, "Your hand is for writing."

"I still use my hands to blow my nose." Jiang Yan muttered.

Yu Ying was amused by him, laughed loudly, and sneered, "Are you disgusting?"

"Go." He told Jiang Yan softly, "Go and find two dry towels inside."

"what?"

"Both of their hair is wet, take a towel and wipe them off."

Jiang Yan glanced at Xiao Chen and the others, said "Oh", and walked into the storage room silently.

Xiao Chen came over at some point, and Yu Ying heard his deep voice: "What are you laughing at? So happy."

Yu Ying turned to look at him with a bright smile: "I'm glad you came."

The words are true, but there is indeed an element of deliberate pleasing.