League of Legends

Chapter 192 A Flower Shop Where Things Are Different

the next day.

The weather is fine, the wind is sunny, and the birds outside the house are chirping, as if to say, today is another day full of vitality.

Baker left the house about half an hour after Barbara and Irene left.

Baker didn't take what happened yesterday at all. The reason was still the same. In Baker's eyes, tricks that didn't work were trivial.

Setting fire is self-immolation.

In a small supermarket in the Holy City community.

Baker searched the liquor counter for a while, but couldn't find a bottle of Blanton single barrel bourbon.

Looked at the label.

Okay.

Baker took out two bottles from the shelf, his vision froze for a moment, as if he saw something, he looked to the right.

no one.

Just a pile of furry-looking shelves filled with many children's toys.

Baker raised his eyebrows, turned and walked towards the cashier.

The woman at the cash register was also an acquaintance.

Also a high school classmate.

Baker frowned and rummaged through the high school database in his memory bank.

The cashier with long brown curly hair looked at Baker who took out money from his pocket: "Lydia, we went to high school together, Josie and I were in an interest group."

Baker snorted, stopped searching, and said to Lydia, "Sorry, I haven't been back for a long time."

In the past, he used to go and return quickly. In the past nine years, the total time he returned every year did not add up to twenty hours.

Josie?

Baker suddenly thought of something, handed over a Franklin card, and looked at Lydia with a smile on his face: "So, Lydia, do you happen to know where Josie lives?"

Josie's former home, Baker, naturally knew about it.

but……

Things are wrong.

Lydia took Franklin, smiled politely at Baker, handed over the change, and said to the people behind, "Next."

Baker froze.

next second.

Baker shook his head, well, it seems that this female classmate should have been a member of the invitation list nine years ago.

Go out.

Baker put on his sunglasses and got in the car, put two bottles of packaged bourbon on the co-pilot, and then set off towards a certain flower shop in the community following his memory.

A bottle of wine was bought for my father, and my mother, Sierra, liked flowers, which Baker would prepare in New York every time he came back.

This year is the first time to prepare in the holy city.

soon.

The florist in memory has arrived.

32!
Baker looked at a number engraved on the wall of the flower shop not far away. It was engraved when he and his first love girlfriend came to inquire about the transfer price of the flower shop.

It's still there now.

Baker stopped the car, looked at a bright beige classic car parked on the right side of the flower shop, walked over and said hello to Mr. Sariel, who was in his 70s inside.

Mr. Sariel was taken aback for a moment, and then he saw Baker who took off his sunglasses, and he snorted coldly, putting on a look of refusal to be thousands of miles away.

Baker smiled and walked towards the flower shop.

In the shop.

A gentle lady with blond hair and blue eyes came to the cabinet with a pot of flowers, and then saw Baker entering the flower shop.

Baker frowned.

Josie ignored Baker who entered the door, and said to the old lady in front of her, Mrs. Salier, with a smile on her face, "It's nine dollars in total, Mrs. Salier."

talking.

Josie said to the work-study girl next to the cash register: "Judy, can you go to the back and help me move out the flowers ordered by Ms. LeBlanc? She will come over in the afternoon."

The 16-year-old Judy responded: "Of course, I will go right away."

Josie thanked her.

Baker looked at the layout of the flower shop at the side, and it was different from what he remembered, and the layout of the shop was not what he remembered either.

And the shop owner is not the loud but gentle Mrs. Quinn as I remember.

Soon.

Baker was called an idiot by Mrs. Salier once, and then, with a smile, followed Josie back to the flower shop.

Just now, Baker just used his gentlemanly demeanor to help move the flowers, who knew it would be thankless.

Josie went back to the store to rearrange the flowers in her hand.

Baker looked around: "So, you work here?"

"This is my shop." Josie corrected, and glanced at Baker: "I bought this place about five years ago, after Mrs. Quinn passed away. I told you, my ideal."

Baker had nothing to say, and could only let out a wow in feigned amazement.

and so……

After all, it has become a husband-and-wife store, but the person who is responsible for going to the city to buy flowers every morning is not Baker.

Josie lowered her head and fiddled with the flowers and plants in her hands: "Yes, Baker, after you abandoned me, I still did some things, and, yes, after you left, many people in the town were reborn, and some A lot of people are getting old, my mother passed away, you know?"

Baker was silent for a while and shook his head: "I don't know."

After all, after he left at that time, he finally listened to the words of his sister Irene. If what he did back then was exposed, the angry black guys would not only attack the holy city, but would even push it to become a It's flat.

"Sorry, I don't know," Baker said.

Josie was happy, put down the flowers and plants in her hands, and looked at Baker with a playful face: "Didn't you notice that in the past nine years, no one, I mean, no one in the Holy City followed me?" The media has revealed that billionaire investors on Wall Street once lived here, and no one has told the lace reporters who came here to inquire about your gossip about your life here, no one in elementary school, middle school, or high school. A classmate posted a photo of you at that time on Facebook or on the photo wall, why do you think this happened, Baker?"

Baker looked at Josie, who was looking at him with weird and calm eyes, and was silent for a while, then shrugged: "Because I abandoned you."

Josie shook her head: "Baker, because you abandoned all of us that day, the whole holy city, no one mentioned your story because, in the holy city, we all support each other, we are a big family, we Loyal to each other, but after you left without saying goodbye that day, you don't belong here anymore, Baker!"

Paused.

Josie lowered her head again, no longer looked at Baker, but said in a flat tone: "If you can, please leave."

Baker touched his nose, turned around, and then looked back at Josie, who was arranging flowers and plants after saying this, and opened her mouth: "If possible, I like to buy a bunch of forget-me-not flowers."

Do not forget me.

It was the favorite of Baker’s mother Sierra. Fortunately, the flowering period of forget-me-not flowers is from March to May. This may be a beautiful coincidence. If it is in July and August, Baker may send this flower every year. Consider building a greenhouse.

Josie looked up at Baker, then turned around and handed the packaged forget-me-nots to Baker.

Baker put down a Franklin, took the flowers, and turned to leave.

……

　Thank you [I can still rescue it] the leader of the boss, thank you! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)