overdue lover

Ji Qinglin's life was seldom disturbed by anyone, and his life was pale.

Mr. Floys's entry is like paint being knocked over by a puppy mischievously, and the huge canvas is covered with colorful footprints of the puppy.

All the cells in Ji Qinglin's body were faintly looking forward to what was about to happen.

Being alone for too long, he is extremely eager to start a new life, to have an unknown agreement with someone, and to be uniquely needed by others.

The next day, Ji Qinglin did two things under the guidance of Mr. Floys.

The first thing is to go and buy a lottery ticket alone.

Ji Qinglin has never been a lucky person. Under the education of his parents with high sense of morality, he subconsciously regards buying lottery tickets as an opportunistic way of making money.

But Mr. Floys said: "Sometimes you stand too high, and you always have to bend down to touch the ground. There are no different schools of thought in art."

This sentence made Ji Qinglin's face slightly hot, and he felt ashamed of his discrimination.

In the lottery shop, he saw not only greasy big men who were eager to get something for nothing, but also gray-haired and gentle old men, young guys with trendy clothes, and two girls with ponytails.

It was the first time for Ji Qinglin to come to this kind of place. After looking around curiously, he roughly understood the betting process. By the way, he asked Mr. Floys which numbers he wanted to choose.

"It's your choice, not mine."

Although Mr. Floys's words are not humane, they are true - he is reminding Ji Qinglin that he cannot always rely on others to make choices.

Holding the phone, Ji Qinglin took a deep breath and intuitively typed seven numbers.

The girls with ponytails were different from everyone else. They came to collect prizes, and the two of them won a total of dozens of dollars.

The people in the sports lottery center congratulated the girls, and the boss behind the counter looked at the two with a smile and said, "It's really a lucky birthday!"

The girls said goodbye to everyone with a smile, and went out to the pedestrian street opposite the Sports Lottery Center.

When it was Ji Qinglin's turn, the boss asked him which one to buy with a cigarette in his mouth.

Ji Qinglin hesitated for a moment, "One bet on the lottery."

With that said, he showed the boss the number typed out of the phone.

The boss let out a mouthful of smoke rings, squinted his eyes to help Ji Qinglin choose numbers on the computer, and asked, "Young man is a bit unfamiliar, is this your first time?"

Ji Qinglin nodded cautiously, really didn't know what to say, so he simply shut up and waited quietly.

After the selection, the boss returned the mobile phone to Ji Qinglin. Ji Qinglin scanned the QR code to pay, and the boss reminded him that he could search the winning information online around 09:30 tonight.

Ji Qinglin thanked him politely, and walked out of the smoky sports lottery center with the rehearsal card.

Walking out the door, he let out a long breath of the stale air accumulated in his chest.

Buying a lottery ticket was smoother and simpler than he had imagined. He pressed his heart, and he could feel the beating heart through his clothes.

I don't know how long I haven't felt this kind of throbbing, Ji Qinglin shook his cold fingers, feeling really much better.

He took out his phone, and Mr. Floys sent him a second request—to buy a bouquet of flowers on the way home.

Flower shops can be seen everywhere in Lucheng, especially in spring, Ji Qinglin saw a flower shop called "Lalanmao" near the sports lottery center.

The billboard of the florist looks very simple, but the window is clean, bright and spotless. Looking inside through the window, there is a whole wall of vertical refrigerators with flowers of various colors.

Ji Qinglin walked in, and as the glass door was pushed open, the dreamcatcher wind chimes hanging on the door tinkled.

Hearing the sound, a figure came out from behind the flower stand. It was a bald man with flower tattoos on his arms, and he was wearing an obviously ill-fitting little apron with Doraemon printed on it.

The moment Ji Qinglin saw the man, he felt a little regretful, but he had already come, so it was hard for him to turn around and leave.

"What flowers do you want?" the man asked gruffly.

Buying lottery tickets can be done in advance, but simple things like buying flowers can’t be done temporarily. Ji Qinglin hesitated for a long time without explaining why.

The man frowned and looked at Ji Qinglin with an impatient expression, but he spoke patiently, "Brother, who are you going to send flowers to?"

Ji Qinglin pursed her lips, feeling a bit embarrassed, "I... bought it for myself."

The man nodded thoughtfully, raised his eyebrows and asked, "If you don't mind, how about I match a bunch for you?"

Ji Qinglin, who was really at a loss, nodded quickly.

"Then wait a moment, I'll go get ready first." The man wiped his hands with his apron, turned and walked towards the workshop behind the flower shop.

Then there was the sound of splashing water inside.

While waiting for the flower mud to absorb enough water, the man sat on the chair and concentrated on dealing with the thorns on the flower stems. He moved carefully, but he was not very skilled. There were many scars on the man's hands from the thorns.

Ji Qinglin looked curiously at the beautiful flower in the man's hand, and asked, "Is this a rose?"

The man stopped what he was doing and grinned, "It seems that my little brother doesn't usually buy flowers."

Ji Qinglin consciously asked a childish question, and nodded slightly.

"The flowers are big and leafy. They look the same as roses, but they have no smell." The man took a bouquet for Ji Qinglin to smell.

There is indeed no taste, only the dry smell that belongs to the plant alone.

The man took the flower back, straightened the leaves, and put it back into the bucket, "Real roses are very fragrant, but unfortunately they are not commonly seen in the market. Now you can see and buy them, all of which are flowers—— Rose."

Looking at the bright budding flowers in the bucket, Ji Qinglin's eyes became more complicated.

After chatting for a few words, Ji Qinglin found that the man was not as fierce as he imagined, but rather a bit of a tough guy and tender.

The man and his wife run a flower shop. His wife passed away a year ago. He originally wanted to sell the shop, but he felt reluctant to return to the flower shop, so he managed it alone.

"...She likes flowers, and she definitely doesn't want the flower shop to close down. I've fulfilled her wish." The man finished speaking in a low tone, and then snorted desolately, "I'm sorry, brother, I've let you hear this until now. Kind of thing."

Then speed up the flower arrangement

Ji Qinglin's eyes turned astringent when he heard that, and he shook his head, "She will be happy for you when she sees you sticking to the dream of two people."

The man forced a smile, but there was still an indelible sadness between his brows and eyes.

Before leaving, Ji Qinglin ordered a bouquet of gerbera for Mr. Floys, and he and the man added WeChat to each other.

On the subway back, Ji Qinglin told Mr. Floys what happened today.

He had a strong desire to talk, and he talked a lot with great interest, but he didn't find that Mr. Floys didn't reply.

Maybe he's busy?Ji Qinglin calmed down and didn't send him any more messages.

Ji Qinglin was restless because of the unanswered confession. He even wondered if he had touched on the sensitive topic of Mr. Floys, so he stopped talking to him.

Walking nervously to the gate of the community, Ji Qinglin received a message from Dai Xingruo.

"I'll be waiting for you at the grocery store, come quickly."

Ji Qinglin stopped pressing the elevator, and when he turned and walked out of the elevator, he met Luo Huan who came in with his things.

"I'll help you." Ji Qinglin naturally took a plastic bag and found that it was full of vegetables.

Luo Huan smiled wryly, "My boss suddenly said that he wanted to lose fat, and even asked a personal trainer to plan a recipe. No, the vegetables and beef I just bought for him are enough for him to eat for a while."

Ji Qinglin followed suit with a smile, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Mr. Floys... what kind of person is he?"

Luo Huan glanced at Ji Qinglin's expression, judged that he was just curious about Floys, and began to mislead Ji Qinglin by making nonsense, "He is just a weird person who doesn't like to go out, at this age, he has no wife and no children. It will be like this all my life.”

Ji Qinglin whispered "ah", "Is this okay to say?"

Luo Huan shrugged indifferently, "There is nothing to say."

The image of Mr. Floys in Ji Qinglin's heart instantly became a gray-haired old man in his dying years.

Only the old man can say such calm and philosophical words, and the old man doesn't often look at his mobile phone, which explains why he didn't reply to the message immediately, and Ji Qinglin's anxiety was relieved a little.

Ji Qinglin felt sorry for the old man just by making Gu Yinmo into such a respectable old man.

Seeing the success of the trick, Luo Huan smiled secretly.

"That's right, last time I told you that my boss is going to adopt a puppy. He bought dog food and a litter box for the puppy in advance—it's the express delivery at your door. He still likes small animals."

He bought necessities for pets when he said he adopted it. It can be seen that Mr. Floys has a high execution ability.

Ji Qinglin thought absently, thinking that he probably doesn't really like other people's reading messages and not replying.

After getting out of the elevator, Ji Qinglin helped Luo Huan put the dishes in the entrance.

Only then did he have a chance to take a look at the renovated neighbor's house, but the entrance was half-hidden by the frosted glass door, so he couldn't see anything.

Withdrew from the neighbor's house, Luo Huan suggested to him to take a few pictures of the puppy for Mr. Floys to choose.

Ji Qinglin agreed.

When he arrived at the Japanese grocery store, Dai Xingruo had already ordered the food.

"You came half an hour late," Dai Xingruo pouted with dissatisfaction, "How do you compensate me?"

Ji Qinglin took off his coat and handed it to the waiter. Dai Xingruo opened his eyes wide when he saw the clothes inside, and began to speak incoherently: "You, you, you... why are you wearing clothes of this color?"

Ji Qinglin looked down at the sweater, puzzled: "Is it ugly?"

Dai Xingruo stuck his chin with chopsticks, tilted his head and looked, "It's not ugly, it's just a little strange."

"...It feels like a person who is used to drinking Coke suddenly takes the initiative to buy milk tea, which is strange."

Ji Qinglin teased her with a smile, "Look at it a few more times and you'll get used to it."

Dai Xingruo stuffed a cherry blossom sushi into his mouth, and approached him mysteriously, "Hey, seriously, why did you suddenly change your style?"

Ji Qinglin took a sip of tea, smiled and said nothing.

"Are you... hiding something from me?" Seeing that Ji Qinglin opened his mouth to say something, Dai Xingruo hurriedly made a "shh" gesture and squinted at him, "Don't say it first, let me guess... "

"You got promoted?"

Ji Qinglin shook his head.

"So there is a company planning to poach you?"

Ji Qinglin was dumbfounded by Dai Xingruo's out-of-the-box thinking, and he shook his head again.

If Dai Xing didn't give up, "Is it related to work?"

"That's right," Ji Qinglin thought for a while, "It's not close."

If Dai Xing thought that Ji Qinglin, an otaku who was so boring that he could no longer be bored, would have nothing else to change his habits except work, but he didn't expect to encounter Waterloo twice.

She racked her brains, and finally choked out a sentence: "...then you are going to quit and go it alone?"

Ji Qinglin put down his teacup and paused. Dai Xingruo thought he had guessed right, and was about to clap his hands to celebrate when he heard Ji Qinglin's voice again, "Unfortunately, it's still wrong."

Dai Xingruo slumped his shoulders to admit defeat, "Then what's going on?"

On the way here, Ji Qinglin kept thinking about whether to tell Dai Xingruo about Mr. Floys, but after struggling, he still told the story.

Dai Xingruo looked in disbelief, "That is to say, one of the main judges of the international competition you are going to participate in lives next door to your house?"

These words sound a bit bizarre, Ji Qinglin nodded under her surprised gaze.

Dai Xingruo's mouth opened even wider, almost enough to fit a duck egg. The waiter refilled the tea for the two of them, and she quickly closed her mouth.

"...According to the regulations, I went to the park in the afternoon," Ji Qinglin tugged at the edge of the sweater, "it's nice to change my mood once in a while."

Dai Xingruo sized it up and nodded in agreement, "Indeed, you look young in a sweater, like sitting with me and siblings."

Dai Xingruo used the excuse of going back to the company to deal with matters, so she had time to sneak out from the set to meet Ji Qinglin for dinner. Her makeup and styling have matured a lot due to the needs of the role, and the two of them sitting face to face really felt a sense of disobedience for people of different ages.

"Sister is staying at your house tonight, kid, do you have any objections?"

Ji Qinglin didn't mind her taking advantage of him, and shook his head obediently.

"Crack!" Dai Xingruo snapped his fingers, "That's it!"

As she said that, she took out her mobile phone and called the agent who was already in a hurry, and asked the agent and the driver to pick her up outside the community at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

"...Ancestor, what if you are photographed? Can you save me some trouble?" The manager's wailing came from the phone.

Dai Xingruo's tone was very arrogant, "If you can take pictures, you can take pictures. Is there still not enough news about me?"

The manager was so angry that she couldn't speak, and the two hung up the phone without talking.

Speaking of lace news, Ji Qinglin was a little worried.

It is said that the model circle is chaotic, and girls rely on sleeping to get in the position. Naturally, a female artist like Dai Xingruo who plans to transform has received a lot of criticism. Ji Qinglin, who doesn't read entertainment news very much, has heard a few gossips that have been circulating.

Some people even said that Dai Xingruo was sold to a high-level female executive of a certain company, and there was a picture of the two going in and out of a luxury store arm in arm.

It was only after Ji Qinglin opened it that she discovered that the so-called "female executive" was actually Dai Li.

"Eat," Dai Xingruo threw his phone on the tatami, obviously not paying attention to what the manager said, and raised his head to urge Ji Qinglin while eating, "Why are you in a daze, eat more."

Ji Qinglin was struggling with how to persuade Dai Xingruo to listen to his agent, and heard her say: "I still feel something is wrong."

"...do you... have a little liking for Mr. Floys?"

Ji Qinglin guessed that she might ask this, quickly shook his head, and resolutely denied it against his conscience.

Dai Xingruo waved his hands with a sly smile, "I didn't say which one I like, why are you so nervous? Could it be something tricky?"

"..." Ji Qinglin raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then choked out two words, "No."

That's it.

Dai Xingruo suddenly felt a little uneasy, she asked Ji Qinglin to look up, held her chin to look carefully, and commented: "Little friend, you are miserable, you have fallen in love."

Ji Qinglin panicked when she saw her, quickly looked away, quickly blinked a few times, and stammered to retort: ​​"Oh, how can...don't say that...just friends, really."

【Speak】

This chapter is a bit long, and it is estimated that there will be four thousand chapters in the future.

There are still [-] days until Lao Gu loses his horse~ (gripping)

Good night in advance! ! ! !