Overwinter

It's winter again.

It was very cold, and the flower shop at the corner of the alley was a bit deserted, but the flowers on the window and doorway were in full bloom. The thick snow in front of the steps made the flowers even more beautiful. The wooden doors and windows looked quiet and soft, and the doorway hung upside down A few clusters of dried flowers bloomed and fell with the rustling wind.The wind chime on the door jingled, and a man came out of the store. He was slender, probably because he was warming inside. He was only wearing a thin woolen sweater, hanging loosely on his shoulders, and the half of his exposed arm was invisible. A few taels of meat.He went to the door to pick up a camellia, looked down at it for a while, and exhaled dense mist from between his lips and teeth. Perhaps he was frozen by another gust of cold wind, and he shivered.

Song Zhuangtong stood there in a daze, looking at Wen Yan across the street.

They are only separated by a street, but seem to be separated by a world.

It was only three hours since he got the news of Wen Yan. Song Zhuangtong immediately drove to the small town where Wen Yan was located after getting the news.He stepped on the gas pedal on the road without any hesitation, but when he saw Wen Yan, he was too timid to appear in front of him.

Song Zhuangtong slowly rolled his Adam's apple, his greedy eyes fixed on Wen Yan.Within half a minute, a tall boy in a school uniform came out from inside. Seeing that he was a high school student, he had a warm and bright smile on his face. He lowered his head and said something to Wen Yan, only to see Wen Yan smiled lightly and took him over. The coat was handed over, and then the two of them entered the flower shop together.

The phone in his pocket was buzzing, and Lao Wan's phone kept calling. Song Zhuangtong exhaled foul breath, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket first, which happened to be the last one left.

He connected Lao Wan's phone with a cigarette in his mouth, and the other party's anxious voice was immediately squeezed out.

"Where are you? Aren't you going to meet with the people from the headquarters today?"

"I have something to do temporarily." Song Zhuangtong said hoarsely.

"What is so important? I don't care. Come to the company quickly. I can't stand it alone. Everyone speaks English, and I can't understand it at all."

Song Zhuangtong sneered lightly and said, "I don't understand either."

"Then you can't let me carry it alone, come here quickly." Lao Wan urged.

After reselling the car dealership, Song Zhuangtong persuaded Lao Wan to open a shop together in Beijing. Because of sufficient capital and Song Zhuangtong’s status as the heir of the Song family, the two of them got along very well in Beijing, and now they are a well-known foreign car brand. agent.The company grew bigger and bigger, earning more and more money, but Lao Wan frequently mentioned the days when he used to run a small car dealership in a small town.

Song Zhuangtong took the last puff of his cigarette, and his heavy eyes fell on Wen Yan's flower shop. He thought that the flower shop was just mentioned by Wen Yan casually, but he didn't expect it to be realized quietly in a certain corner of this town.

A lot of snow fell on the broad shoulders, which quickly melted into the black fabric, and the forehead was also wet a lot. When Song Zhuangtong got into the car, he happened to catch a glimpse of the rearview mirror. He suddenly remembered the handsome young high school student just now, and subconsciously He glanced at his face in the mirror.

Oh shit……

After darkening his face, he couldn't even mention being handsome, Song Zhuangtong was in a terrible mood, the joy of finding Wen Yan and the annoyance of hesitation were constantly intertwined in his heart, Song Zhuangtong was so annoyed that he wanted to smoke another cigarette, but his pocket was empty.

Fuck!

He smashed the steering wheel irritably, and the loud whistle made Wen Yan in the shop take a look.

The luxury car slid out of view made Liang Yi raise his eyebrows and said, "What a handsome Cayenne."

Wen Yan also looked over with some distraction, but the speed of the car was so fast that it disappeared from sight in an instant. He smiled and said, "Hurry up and go back to take a lunch break. I can finish the rest by myself."

"Staying in the classroom is also sleeping, let me help you."

Liang Yi was a part-time student he recruited. He hadn't planned to recruit high school students, but when he came to apply for the job, Liang Yi's stomach kept growling, and the embarrassment on his face made Wen Yan soft-hearted, so he finally recruited him.

Hearing what he said, Wen Yan said seriously: "When you go back to class, you should do what at any time. Isn't this what we agreed on early in the morning?"

Wen Yan seldom spoke in such a tone. Liang Yi put down the bouquet in his hand, put on a black padded jacket, and whispered, "Your tone is really similar to that of our head teacher."

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled lightly, and said, "Stop being silly, let's go."

Liang Yi obediently picked up her schoolbag, pushed behind the door of the flower shop, and the cool wind from the tinkling of wind chimes rushed into the room. Liang Yi leaned against the door and asked, "Boss Wen, why don't you go to the back door with me tonight?" Do you want Malatang?"

The appearance of a kid who likes to talk about conditions made Wen Yan couldn't help but curl his lips. He nodded and said, "Zip up the zipper, it's cold outside."

Liang Yi smiled at him, tightened his clothes indiscriminately, and ran quickly to the school.

Wen Yan slowly looked away, quietly cutting the branches and leaves in his hands.

It has been two years since he moved here, and he has been recuperating for the first six months. The hospital is running non-stop, and the medicines prescribed at home have piled up an entire cabinet. Every time he feels unwell, he has to look for medicine for half an hour.After adapting to life in the new city, Wen Yan started to open the flower shop that he had been thinking about.

Living in a small city has a high sense of happiness, Wen Yan's shop is often visited by people, and many young girls frequent him because of his beautiful face.

Buy a branch of flowers and chat with the gentle boss.

Over time, Wen Yan's flower shop is quite well-known here, he sells flowers cheaply, a small flower shop doesn't care about profit, just for comfort, life is slow and lonely, Wen Yan gradually got used to it, and even started to enjoy it. start a person's life.

It was like a reincarnation, every time he went to a new place, he was stronger and brighter than his previous self.

Song Zhuangtong did not expect to meet Zhang Yu in the western restaurant.

The entire city of Beijing is so big, Zhang Yu deliberately avoided him, and the two of them hadn't met a few times in the past two years, now Song Zhuangtong knew Wen Yan's whereabouts, and they met by chance.

In any case, they were the ones who helped Wen Yan "escape". Song Zhuangtong couldn't have any good looks towards him, and Zhang Yu was even more hostile towards him, rolling his eyes several times in a row.

Song Zhuangtong snorted in his heart, and after entering the private room, he got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Lao Wan grabbed him and said in a low voice, "You want to run again, don't you?"

Song Zhuangtong threw the car keys on the table and said, "Where else can I go?"

Only then did Lao Wan let go of Song Zhuangtong in doubt.When everyone reached the door, he turned back and reached out to Lao Wan, "Here's a pack of cigarettes."

"Damn, you are so poor." As he said that, Lao Wan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and after Song Zhuangtong left, he asked the translator again, "Does Mr. Mike smoke?"

After getting a negative answer, Lao Wan smiled awkwardly.

Song Zhuangtong was waiting for Zhang Yu at the door of the toilet. He smoked two cigarettes before waiting for Zhang Yu to go to the toilet. He chuckled and stuffed the third cigarette back, saying, "I thought you didn't need to go to the toilet."

Zhang Yu glanced at him, and went straight to the toilet.

Song Zhuangtong waited patiently for him to finish untying his hands, and when he came out to wash his hands, Song Zhuangtong walked up to him with a carefree expression that looked like a hooligan.

"Where's Wen Yanren?"

"None of your business?" Zhang Yu gave him a disgusted look, the smell of cigarettes made Zhang Yu frowned, I really don't know how that guy Wen Yan fell in love with this old smoker, remembering Wen Yan's advice to him, he Showing an impatient look, he said, "He's gone abroad."

Song Zhuangtong looked like he really believed it, and frowned, "Going abroad? Which country?"

Zhang Yu nonsense said: "Britain."

"Where is England?" Song Zhuangtong asked again.

Zhang Yu stared at him with an unbelievable look, and said, "Can I tell you?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I'll take him back from the ends of the earth."

Looking at Song Zhuangtong's face, Zhang Yu became angry, he sneered, and said, "When I took Wen Yan away, how much do you think he burned?"

Song Zhuangtong, who had the chance to win, was startled suddenly, and Zhang Yu quickly gained the upper hand in the conversation.

"Nearly forty degrees, it's his fate not to be burned to death." Zhang Yu stared at Song Zhuangtong's astonished expression, and sneered in his heart, "I finally got my life back, do you still want to find him?"

Song Zhuangtong's fists were clenched, until Zhang Yu dried his hands and left the toilet, he stood still and did not respond, blood gradually spread to his eyes, his cheeks were clenched tightly, and he was breathing heavily.

Are you still going to find him?

Yes, of course.

It must be retrieved.