someone likes blue

——I sell peonies without considering the price, add printing and send flower quilts, if it is not enough, send candlelight dinner

Yukimura Seichi squeezed a small cup of jasmine tea, blew lightly, looked at Genichiro Sanada beside him, and said with a pleasant smile, "It doesn't look like that at all."

Sanada was busy arranging the cushions, pillows, blankets, etc., and settled for Yukimura to sit comfortably, but his face was as cold as Tezuka's, too dark to see his expression clearly.Responding vaguely: "What?"

"Probably refers to Tezuka and Shinobu." Liu Lian Er, who was carefully observing the display cabinet, agreed.How, of course, he, who barely opened his eyes, observed—remains a mystery to this day.

"Think about it carefully, maybe Tezuka and Genichiro are relatives?" Yukimura raised his face slightly, the warm "sunshine" sprinkled on his face, and the delicate eyebrows became more dazzling.

"It makes sense," Liu Lian-er deliberately ignored the indifference of Sanada and Tezuka, "It's estimated to be about 85%—I'll do the math when I get back." She straightened up: "This pine bonsai is perfect. , haven’t seen it before—Tezuka did it?”

"That's right." Yukimura took a sip of tea and put down the teacup: "That's Tezuka's favorite, and its name is 'Little Mary'." Yukimura's tone seemed to be full of unknown hints.

Liu Lian'er didn't answer this time, but just muttered a few words in a low voice, which no one could hear clearly.

"How is it? Renji," Yukimura said, "do you know where Shinozu is going?"

"Of course," Liu Lian Er puffed out her chest, "If it wasn't for Yukimura who suddenly fell ill, I would have found out a long time ago!" His tone was full of pride.

"Too slack!" Sanada next to him shouted with a dark face, and put his left hand on Yukimura's shoulder: "Your body has not fully recovered, so leave this matter to me." These words are rare and gentle.

Yukimura took his hand, gently placed it on his forehead, raised his face, and smiled: "Xianichiro, I'm already healed."

"Cough—." There was a faint coughing sound outside the door, as if he couldn't help laughing.

Yanagi Renji, Genichiro Sanada, and Seiichi Yukimura all turned their heads to look.

On the sidewalk outside the door, stood a slightly thin figure.Because of the backlight, he couldn't see his face clearly, but the smile on his face had been strangely poured into everyone's heart, as warm as the sun.

"It's more deceitful than Xingcun—" After a long time, Liu Lianer recalled this scene, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion to his like-minded friends.

Qian Zhenzhi felt sorry for him: "The data will never be collected completely!" Then the two data madmen fell silent in unison.

"Good afternoon!" The neutral voice, like a spring breeze, caressed people's hearts, and it was indescribably comfortable: "I'm Fujisuke, can I take some pictures?" Shaking his hands Exquisite camera, huge lens, metal texture, full of professional and serious feeling.

Yukimura stretched out his hand, smiling like a blossoming flower: "I am Seiichi Yukimura, and these two are employees here—Sanada Genichiro and Yanagi Renji. What kind of photo would you like to take, Fuji-kun?"

Fuji also shook hands with Yukimura with a smile, and his eyes slowly passed over the three of them one by one: "From floor A to floor Y, this is the only flower shop. The one on the sidewalk is protected by a cover—I always feel separated What, I can't shoot what I want." The tone was very sincere.

Yukimura nodded: "I see. However, Fuji-kun may still be disappointed."

"Oh?"

"We don't have what Fuji-kun wants here either—" Yukimura's smile became more cunning.

Fuji opened his eyes, the sky was as blue as clear.

In front of the display case, Fuji had an incredulous expression on his face: "Hey, Yukimura-kun, I know about the shortage of supplies, registration and distribution, but the 'flower shop' only has one bonsai?"

Yukimura smiled and opened the cabinet, took out the bonsai, and put it in front of Fuji: "Fuji-kun, take a closer look."

"Huh?" Buer opened his eyes again, stretched out his fingers to touch lightly, and the slender "pine needles" on the "pine tree" trembled slightly: "It's actually made of glass? It's so amazing that it's so fake!"

Yukimura changed the angle of the bonsai and adjusted the brightness of the spotlight in the upper left corner: "'Plant' seems to be the most scarce resource here. Even the only flower shop in A to Z districts can only make imitations. Moreover, Firstly, reservations are required, secondly, customers are required to provide raw materials, and thirdly, the price is very high—the most expensive glass imitation, we can make ends meet after selling one piece in half a year.” Yukimura’s smile was extremely gorgeous.

Fuji leaned in front of the bonsai, propped his elbows on the display case, and rested his chin on his palm: "It's indeed a good job—hey, Yukimura-kun, is this bonsai made by that Sanada-kun?"

Yukimura raised his eyebrows, interestingly: "Why don't you guess it's me or Renji?"

Fuji tilted his head: "It doesn't feel like it. In fact, I think Sanada-kun's feeling is a bit worse, but it seems that there are no other shop assistants here?"

"Amazing!" Yukimura praised, and exchanged glances with Sanada Genichiro, Sanada immediately understood and walked to the inside of the flower shop.

While adjusting the angle and aperture of the camera, Bu Er sighed: "Xiao Jing's peony flower is big, but it is not as perfect as this—"

Liu Lianer took a step forward: "Have you seen that peony?"

"Renzu gave it to Xiaojing. Xiaojing said that he has no taste, but in fact it is very useful." Buer put down the camera: "Did Renzu buy it from here? He is really willing."

Liu Lian'er bent her lips: "Just by enduring that salary? Counting the year-on-year growth rate and deducting the inflation rate, he will have to save for five years without eating or drinking."

Fuer held his breath and pressed the shutter before he had the strength to answer: "I see! It's just that Renzu is quite capable. If he can get a commission—it won't take five years, right?"

"He's too slack!" Genichiro Sanada answered the question.Yukimura smiled and pulled out the person behind him: "Here, Fuji-kun, this is the producer of 'Little Mary'-Tezuka-kun, Tezuka Kunimitsu."

Fujisuke's eyes lit up, as if the clear lake water reflected the starlight in the sky, he stretched out his right hand: "...I feel very familiar, this is not the first time we met—hey, Tezuka-kun?"

"Kara", Tezuka seemed to hear the sound of the thousand-year-old ice cracking, and the warm spring water poured in him unsuspectingly, making the bottom of his heart extremely soft.

Gently holding the hand in front of her, there was a temperature in her voice that no one could detect: "Please take care of me."