Eat while hot

The next day, Yang Moshu went to the flower shop in front of the hospital, taking advantage of his break from get off work at noon.

There are actually relatively few flower shops outside the hospital, and they are mainly wreath shops. After all, sometimes when a person passes away, the family members don’t have to travel so far, so they buy them at the hospital entrance, so the wreath and shroud shops next to the hospital are very popular.

Yang Moshu called Xu Wanhe.

It wasn't Xu Wanhe who picked him up, but a younger brother beside him.

"Hey? Isn't this Xu Wanhe's phone number?"

"who are you?"

"Oh... I'm Yang Moshu..." After saying this, Yang Moshu was actually a little worried. If Xu Wanhe didn't answer his call, he would be quite frustrated.

The phone was silent for a while, and the deep male voice that rang again was exactly Xu Wanhe.

"what happened?"

Yang Moshu relaxed, "Don't you want to send roses to others, do you want me to buy them for you?"

"No, let's talk."

Yang Moshu didn't intend to hang up the phone, and wandered around the chrysanthemum bushes twice,

"Are you going to give it to a man? You really don't understand a man's heart. Who would like roses? Damn it."

Then he added, "Why don't you send chrysanthemums...the color is bright and the meaning is good..."

There was anger on the other end of the phone,

"Fuck you dick, chrysanthemums are for the dead, you fucking think I'm an idiot?"

Yang Moshu looked up at the front of the shop, hurriedly exited the wreath shop, and wandered into the flower shop next to it, "Sunflowers... the meaning is similar, and it's much prettier than chrysanthemums... It's not for the dead either."

"You kid is playing with me again, aren't you?"

Yang Moshu was powerless for a while, "You are really difficult to serve, okay, I won't buy it for you, you can buy whatever you like."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while,

"Are you off work? I'll find someone to pick you up."

Yang Moshu walked along the shop near the hospital, "Why are you picking me up?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, "Will you come or not, stop talking nonsense!"

Yang Moshu saw a stationery store, so he walked in.

"No, I'll go to that delicious rice noodle shop to eat rice noodles later. You don't want to go anyway, so I'll go by myself."

The other end of the phone didn't speak for a long time, but didn't hang up.

Hearing the sound of cigarettes being lit inside, Yang Moshu could imagine how stinky Xu Wanhe's face was at this moment.

During this time period, not only get off work, but also catch up with the students after school, many high school students with schoolbags poured into the stationery store, chattering back and forth in the store.

"Where are you? Find a quiet place to talk!"

Yang Moshu looked up at the row of cards hanging by the door, and remained motionless, "I'm in the stationery store now, you can buy the flowers yourself, I'll pick a card for you, it's definitely better than the ones from the flower shop."

Xu Wanhe was a little impatient, "Do whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, there was a burst of Phoenix Legend's ringtone, Xu Wanhe said "Hello", and the phone on this side hung up.

Yang Moshu picked a card, paid for it, and instead of going to eat, went straight back to work.

Lying on the desk, Yang Moshu took out a carbon pen and blackened the little white dog on the card.

There is nothing special about the card, just a little boy leading a puppy. Yang Moshu painted the black dog, and then wrote a very small word 'Yang' on the boy's red vest.

After observing for a while, Yang Moshu changed the black dog's eyes into peach hearts, and drew two 'red' halos on the boy's face.

After everything was done, Yang Moshu copied the most vulgar Shamat lyrics on the card.

As I was writing, Xu Wanhe's phone call came.

"Talk to me, I'm fucking bored."

Yang Moshu wrote vigorously on the card, "What's the matter?"

"You don't understand even if you say it, fuck, that's enough."

After Yang Mo finished writing, he was a little hesitant about where to sign.

Holding the pen, Yang Moshu thought for a few seconds, "By the way, do you understand English?"

Xu Wanhe was not very happy, "I fucking despise people like you, so what if I don't understand?"

Yang Moshu didn't laugh out loud, "Very good."

Then I wrote badboy on the signature of the card, thinking that Xu Wanhe would fool him and say that it was the English writing of his name, which was very emotional.

I only hope that Tang Ziyan is an educated person, and he will dislike Xu Wanhe even more after receiving this bouquet of flowers.

It would be best for men all over the world to despise him, think he is rustic and illiterate, and no one wants him.

Yang Moshu put down his pen in satisfaction, "It's finished, you can find someone to come and pick it up."

It seemed that someone was looking for him again, Xu Wanhe agreed and hung up the phone directly.

Half an hour later, a younger brother really came to pick up the card, and brought a bouquet of flowers by the way.

Yang Moshu had an excuse to check the flowers, and he pinched a lot of fingernail marks on the petals before watching his younger brother leave with satisfaction.

When Xu Wanhe saw this bouquet of flowers, he suddenly felt that he was very cheap.

Before sending flowers, it was because they didn't have a date, but now it's different, Tang Ziyan has established a relationship with that boy named Shen, and if he still does this, the price will drop as much as he wants.

Hurry up and get AIDS, dog boy, get it quickly.

The little brother next to him saw that his face was not good, and his body was a little stiff, "Brother Xu... shall I send it to Brother Tang?"

"Send me a fart! Let him go!"

Xu Wanhe cursed with a cigarette in his mouth, and gave the flower a hard look, "Throw it away!"

The younger brother replied with a pale face, and gave the people behind him a wink, and was about to take it out, but was stopped by Xu Wanhe.

After flicking the cigarette ash, Xu Wanhe stretched out his hand and took down the small card in the flower.

After watching for a while, his face softened a little, and he even smiled a little.

Seeing this, the person next to him asked, "Brother Xu, what's the matter? What's written on it?"

"This kid is really talented..."

Xu Wanhe curled his lips and suddenly looked at Yang Moshu with admiration.

"It really rhymes."