flying planet

Ye Xiwu returned to his studio in the southern part of the urban area in the early hours of the morning. He is not a native of City S. He came here to study in university and majored in business administration. His family first ran a small wedding company in City W, which was not high-end. Ye Xiwu was fond of gardening flowers since he was a child. Although the majors he studied in university could not be combined, he set up a gardening club as soon as he entered the campus. The facilities on the campus are ordinary, but there are many lands. He is used to grow flowers and grass.

When his father had an accident, Ye Xiwu hadn't graduated yet. Because of this incident, he was so anxious to go back to take care of his mother and the company that he almost didn't even get his graduation certificate.

For Ye Xiwu, it was very appropriate to describe those six months as "the most desperate ditch in life". He couldn't concentrate on his studies, so he had to give up gardening and go home to take over the wedding company he didn't like.

After all, he needs money too much.

The medical expenses of my father are not only a sky-high number, but also unbearable for ordinary people. Ye Xiwu had to sell several branches to get together the expenses for the first and mid-term. It won't be sold anyway.

Ye Xiwu then took care of his father who had just been discharged from the hospital, and continued to do small-cost wedding work with the contacts accumulated at home. At first, he had no experience, not to mention that he did it extremely badly. From contacting the team, the dessert table, and finally setting up the venue, hosting the lines, and taking pictures, Ye Xiwu admitted that he was a worrying life, and he wanted to do everything himself, so that in those few years he was so busy every day that he fainted It was so dark that even my own mother couldn't stand it anymore.

"It's really not possible, let's sell the wedding company." Mother Zhong Ying trimmed the flowers and plants in the yard while serving her father who was basking in the sun. Once you get the guarantee, you will have it, and you, just do the job you like, don’t be so happy about your life.”

Part of Ye Xiwu's liking for flowers and plants was really influenced by her since she was a child. He helped peel out the new mud and spread it in the flower garden. You bastard?"

Zhong Ying sighed. She was trimming a bonsai, but when she turned her head, she saw her son staring at her.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Ying asked.

Ye Xiwu stood up, his gloves were stained with mud, he could only hug his mother with his arms: "I'm going to the Kunming Flower Market in a few days, take good care of Dad, call me if you need anything."

Zhong Ying frowned, "What are you doing there?"

Ye Xiwu hesitated for a moment, but still explained seriously: "I plan to divide half of the wedding shop into flower arrangements. This time I go to Kunming Flower Market to talk about the agency of several flower suppliers. We can't always do low-cost low-end. For weddings, I want to try to make mid-to-high-end ones.”

Zhong Ying doesn't understand these things very well, but she is not pedantic, she is just worried about other things: "Do you have enough money?"

Ye Xiwu gave a wry smile: "I dismissed some of the original partners, which is considered to have recovered some of the contract fees, but you know, mom, the bosses of these partners are some of my father's... friend, I'm not at home this time, If they come to make trouble, I'm afraid..."

Zhong Ying's eyes widened. She has always been a weak and gentle woman. Ye Xiwu had never seen her turn red or speak loudly when she was so old. The weak back seemed to be unable to support the shoulders.

"You go, don't worry about it here." Zhong Ying held her son's arm tightly, her eyes were firm, and her strength seemed to protrude from her bones, "Mom will guard you, don't be afraid of anyone who makes trouble."

When Ye Xiwu woke up from the sofa in the studio, she realized that she was dreaming again.

He smiled wryly, and only felt that he was probably really old, so he would always dream about the past.There is nothing good in thinking about those difficult and difficult times, and thinking about it repeatedly is like chewing wax, and I can't spit out new dregs.

The time displayed on the phone was five in the morning. He got up and washed his face, then put on a hair band and went out for a run. When he returned to S City two years ago for development, Ye Xiwu used up all his savings and carried a 20-year-old bank store on his back. With a loan, I bought this two-storey 400-square-meter facade house.

Downstairs is the flower art club, upstairs is the wedding office area, and he has always continued his taste and style. Since the wedding market in W City has grown, Ye Xiwu's style has become a unique trend and benchmark in the industry. As for the news that he had just arrived in City S, the orders exploded, and he had to urgently dispatch manpower from City W. Zhou Zhengwei, who made molds, and Chen Lai, who specialized in flower arrangement, were veterans who followed him from beginning to end.

Ye Xiwu ran along the mountain road for two laps before stopping. His headband was already wet with sweat, so he simply tore it off and scattered his bangs randomly. Around 06:30, Zhong Ying called. The old lady now has a son. Yes, life is rich and happy, except that the old man is not in good health and needs to be accompanied, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Zhong Ying asked on the phone.

Ye Xiwu couldn't help laughing: "Just what happened at that time, what kind of nightmare is it?"

Zhong Ying sighed: "Then why don't you dream about the happy things in the past?"

Ye Xiwu was stunned for a moment, he was silent for a while, and found that he was afraid to dream.

In fact, what is there not to dare?He is also very good now. He has money, friends, has his own business, and can see and touch the flowers he likes every day. Everything is good, but he always feels like something is missing.

He even dared to recall such a difficult ten years, dreaming about it was like looking at a piece of boring blank paper, but even earlier, he didn't dare to think about it for a minute or a second.

Many people say that sweetness comes after bitterness, and the sweetness at the end is true happiness.

But the long, past, as if the sweetness of the previous life is like a frosting knife, the rusty blood foam mixed with the greasy sweetness, soaked in the soul, so that you are not willing to touch it.

Chen Lai arrived at the studio after seven o'clock. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Ye Xiwu staring at the Phalaenopsis in front of her in a daze.

"Hey!" Chen Lai had no choice but to pull his hair, "What are you doing?!"

Ye Xiwu ate the pain, and finally let out a "hiss": "I'm looking at flowers..."

Chen Lai: "The flowers have been here for a few days, and they will wilt if I look at them again." She put down her bag, took the breakfast bought by Ye Xiwu on the table, and after chewing a few mouthfuls, she was in a hurry to talk about something. "You arranged all those flowers yesterday?"

Ye Xiwu also sat down. He removed the straw and drank soy milk. He felt that the bangs were too long, so he took a hairpin from Chen Lai's bag and stuck it: "I'm busy until the early morning, what do you think?"

Chen Lai stuck out his tongue, and suddenly said mysteriously: "Did you really send them flowers?"

Ye Xiwu said angrily, "Is that how stingy I am in your eyes?"

"You used to be very stingy..." Chen Lai muttered, she took out her mobile phone, opened WeChat, and handed it to Ye Xiwu, "But the hotel secretary seems to feel very sorry, and must send me red envelopes, which have been in succession Been posting all night."

"..." Ye Xiwu blinked. He moved his head closer and saw the word "Zhang Weinian". "Wait, when did you guys exchange WeChat messages?"

Chen Lai proudly said: "My lady is as beautiful as a flower~Of course he asked me for it~"

Ye Xiwu squinted at her: "He must be chasing you."

Chen Lai: "But when he gave the red envelope, it was written on behalf of his boss."

Ye Xiwu Ge Langtai was angrily thinking that I also had his WeChat account, why didn't he just send me a red envelope...

Chen Lai: "Looking at him this way, his boss is really a good man, although he is quite pitiful."

"Poor?" Ye Xiwu frowned, "What is pitiful?"

"You don't know?!" Chen Lai exaggeratedly covered her mouth, she carefully looked around the circle, with the expression of a good sister gossip, she leaned into Ye Xiwu's ear and said word by word, "Star The boss who came to the hotel, everyone outside said that he is an impotence!"

Ye Xiwu: "??!!!"