Jiangzhou Sima

In the evening, a heavy snowfall had just passed, and pairs of black footprints had stepped on the ground that was originally covered with white snow.People on the road walk slowly, for fear that they will fall; there are also fewer cars than usual, and almost all the buses that come and go are full of people.The weather forecast for the next few days is being reported on the outdoor TV, with snow falling almost every day.

Jiangzhou, with a pure black knee-length down jacket on his upper body, paired with light blue cropped jeans, and a pair of white sneakers on his feet, walked slowly forward with a large bag of snacks he just bought from the supermarket.Wearing a black mask with Pikachu on his face, his expression cannot be seen clearly.Those who saw his mask couldn't help laughing at his naivety.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.Taking out the phone from his pocket, the word "sister" was displayed on the screen.

Frowning, Jiangzhou still decided to accept it.His white and slender fingers slid across the screen, and he placed the phone a little away from his ears, and the sound of a lion roar that he was all too familiar with came from the receiver.

"Jiangzhou! What time is it now! Why haven't you come back yet?!"

"Got it! I'll be there soon." Jiangzhou replied helplessly. When he was about to hang up the phone, he said

"A new flower shop has opened at the gate of our community. Remember to buy me a bouquet of tulips there when you arrive."

"understood!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiangzhou quickened his pace. If he didn't hurry up, his sister's call would probably come again.I don't know what happened today, but I kept calling to urge him to go home.

When he walked to the gate of the community, Jiangzhou saw the newly opened flower shop named Xiangxu.Seeing the name, Jiangzhou subconsciously smiled.It's just why he never noticed that there is a flower shop here that is being renovated?

Walking into the flower shop, he saw a girl on the phone, about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a white coat with the name of the flower shop printed on it.It should be an employee in the store.

Seeing him coming in, the girl hurriedly said to the opposite party: "I'll hang up first, there are guests coming." Then she hung up the phone and said to Jiangzhou: "Sir, what flowers do you need to sell?"

Jiangzhou looked away, looked at the girl and said with a smile, "Thank you for a bouquet of white tulips."

At this time, Jiangzhou had already taken off the mask on his face, so the girl could see his face, but her face turned red when she saw it clearly.Jiangzhou smiled helplessly, as if he was no stranger to such a situation.

The girl smiled shyly, and said, "Sit here and wait for a while, there are magazines there, you can read whatever you want, and I'll get you flowers."

Jiangzhou nodded, and the girl saw him sitting down, so she walked towards the greenhouse behind.

Picking up the magazine, Jiangzhou didn't read it, but looked around at the decoration of the flower shop.

As a photographer, his eyes can see through any mismatch.But to his surprise, there was nothing about this store that made him feel uncomfortable.

The simple European and American style is dominated by white and supplemented by gold. The sides of each flower stand are composed of hollow dark gold iron rings carved with retro patterns.The flowers on the flower stand are not classified and seem to be arranged randomly, but each potted flower is just right and complements each other.

The walls are all made of transparent glass. Sitting here, you can see the greenhouse behind. All kinds of flowers are arranged in a random order, which looks like a greenhouse garden of a rich man's house.

Jiangzhou watched the girl wrap the tulips he wanted slowly, saw a tall man standing up from the large patch of lavender, saw him dust off the mud on his white shirt, raised his head, and looked The moment he saw his face, Jiangzhou forgot to breathe.

The shock in Jiangzhou's heart is beyond words, this face that he will never forget in his life, this face that will always hover in his mind every midnight dream, this face that he thought he would never see again, just so abruptly appeared before his eyes.

His thoughts could not help but be brought back to that scorching afternoon seven years ago...