When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

Before leaving the next morning, He Feng told Li Yihuan about the music festival.At that time, this person was still sleeping in the quilt in a daze, I don't know if he heard clearly.

Looking at Li Yihuan's unconscious look, he was a little helpless, and walked to the bathroom with his clothes, and kicked the man before going out.

When He Feng left Li Yihuan's house, this person hadn't woken up yet. Obviously his movements were not small, but this person was like a dead pig.He Feng wasn't sure if Li Yihuan was really sleeping, or if he didn't want to open his eyes.

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The sun is shining brightly outside.

As soon as he walked to the bus stop, the bus came.After getting off the bus, walk to Luo Yunting's house, and there is still a long way to go.He walked slowly along the side of the road, and the morning wind blew slightly, occasionally rolling up the yellow fallen leaves on the ground, those leaves were blown into the air by the wind, swirled a few times, and then slowly fell down.

A faint fragrance came from nowhere, a bit like the smell of green grass, and a bit like the smell of dewdrops, maybe it was the smell of flowers.He walked to the corner of the street, and sure enough, there was a flower shop there.

When entering the door, the wind chimes above the head jingle, very crisp and pleasant to hear.Walking into the room, the smell of flowers became more obvious, but it was not disgustingly strong, but light, with a little bit of loneliness.

The boss is a very young man with a pair of smiling eyebrows and looks gentle and elegant.At this time, a little girl was sitting on the boss's lap, and the boss was coaxing her somewhat at a loss.

"Jasmine, promise me that you will go to school tomorrow, okay?" The boss said softly, coaxing the little girl carefully.

The little girl called "Jasmine" had a round face and big eyes with tears in her eyes. She didn't speak, but shook her head in refusal.

About hearing the sound of wind chimes, the boss turned his head and saw him.The boss smiled at him, a little embarrassed, then continued to coax the girl, supported her with both hands, and put her on the chair next to him.

After confirming that the little girl would not continue to cry, the boss turned to greet him. "There are fresh flowers in the store, do you want to see them?"

He Feng looked at the clumps of flowers next to them, all of which had been slightly pruned and placed in long, white flower baskets.

He gently stroked the one closest to him, feeling the soft petals on his fingertips.

"If you give it to someone, what kind of flowers do you usually give?" He asked hesitantly.

The boss smiled and said, "It's the first time I've heard someone ask this question."

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't realize that there was something wrong with asking.

The boss walked up to him, touched a bunch of light blue carnations, and said softly: "For different people, of course you have to send different flowers. Sometimes, even the same flower is different for different people. different meaning."

"significance?"

The boss turned his head slightly and looked at him: "I guess you have never sent flowers to others."

He nodded, indeed not.

"There used to be a man who came to me to buy carnations and said he would give them to his wife. I was very surprised at that time, because carnations are usually given to mothers or patients. I thought it was because he didn't understand the language of flowers, and he just gave it to his wife casually. I just picked a beautiful gift." The boss said with a smile.

"And then?" He Feng asked.

"Actually, a man often sends his wife carnations, whether it's big or small festivals, or ordinary days. He told me: This small flower like a star has a special meaning for the two of them. special meaning."

"What's the point?"

The boss took out a small branch from the flower basket and handed it to him, and he subconsciously reached out to take it. "When he was young, he and his wife always liked to look up at the starry night sky together. His wife once said that carnations are as beautiful as the stars in the sky. But a few years ago, his wife lost his life due to an accident. He lost his eyes and could no longer watch the night sky with him. So he filled the house with carnations - when his wife touched or smelled them, she could recall the two of them lying on the grass together and looking up at the sky. A day full of stars."

"It's so romantic."

Maybe the flower shop owner thought he was someone who could chat, or maybe he thought they were destined, so they chatted a lot without knowing it.

"So you may be able to understand. Flowers, are not a random gift, there are many stories and thoughts in them. When flowers are given around as a casual gift, it is as tacky and expensive as its price." It's cheap." The boss poured him a glass of water.

He Feng nodded.

He wanted to take a bunch of flowers home, but he didn't know what to bring.This is not considered a gift for Luo Yunting, but he wants the house they live together to have a little more warmth.

There are always carnations on the table in Luo Yunting's house.I don't know if this person simply likes it or has other meanings.Maybe, he just simply likes it.

"I don't know what to buy, there is no story about flowers between us, and I don't know what he likes."

"Maybe you can buy a bunch you like." The boss smiled lightly.

Suddenly I heard the sound of "Deng Deng Deng", and looked down, it was the little girl called "Jasmine" running over.The girl took a gardenia in her hand, ran to He Feng's side, and tried her best to hand it to him.

"Here." The girl's eyes were wet and she looked like a crybaby.

He reached out to take it, and looked down at her.She is really too short.

"Why did you give me this?" He knelt down and asked her.

The girl organized the language for a long time, but couldn't speak a word.Yes, she is still too young to understand anything, she can only do things by instinct.

The boss smiled and said, "She thinks you smell like gardenia."

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He came out of the flower shop, holding the gardenia in his hand.The boss said, since Jasmine gave it to you, I will give it to you.

He leaned closer and smelled it, it was very fragrant.

Do you have this smell on yourself?

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The sun was already shining brightly.When he tried hard to look directly at the sun, his eyes would feel tingling, and when he looked elsewhere, he would see round black spots—the sun.black sun.Because it is too bright, as bright as white that swallows everything, when you get out of this white, you can only see black shapes in your eyes.

He suddenly heard someone calling himself.

The voice seemed to come from far away, but it seemed to be very close, as if it came from the bottom of my heart.He was suddenly not sure if someone was calling him.He had heard this voice before, and it was a bit like his own, but when he thought about it carefully, it sounded like a girl's voice.

Who is it?

He felt a little dazed, and the scent of gardenia lingered in his nostrils, enveloping him like a mist.

He turned his head slowly - it was Shen Rou.

It's been a long time.All of a sudden, many things surged up in his heart—these days were happy and comfortable, and the things he wanted to explore before seemed to be deeply buried in his heart.

He should have a lot of things to ask her about Luo Yunting's past that he still doesn't know.

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"Actually, if you just ask him, don't you know everything?" In the milk tea shop.Shen Rou sat at the table by the window holding a cup of black tea with milk cap, while He Feng sat opposite her.Shen Rou's voice was very soft and indifferent, as if those words were uttered from her mouth, they would float into the air and disappear - just like the mist on the hot tea in front of him.

He shook his head slightly.

Shen Rou's face was soft and beautiful in the dense mist. She smiled and said: "You asked me, but I actually know something. After all, people like him are famous everywhere. People like you, There is never a lack of past events."

"People like us?"

"Yes. A lonely person who makes others envious." Shen Rou stirred the milk cap in her cup with a spoon, and said lightly.

He Feng didn't speak.He didn't know what to say.In fact, the so-called "never lacking in the past" is just the thoughts of young people who have nowhere to rest.What others don't understand, the things that have passed are the past, and those that have drifted away are just thoughts.Once they are past, they are no longer physically present, they can no longer be grasped, they exist only in memory.Some people cherish it, some people disdain it, some people want to forget it desperately, some people put it deep in their memory, and only take it out to have a look at a few specific stages of life.

His past?Some people may want to search for it, but how can they find those that have drifted away?Can anyone find his loneliness in the middle of the night?Can anyone find out the inner hysteria under his indifferent appearance?Can anyone find those self-talking arrogance?Can someone find out why he is like this now?

No one can know, no one can find.

People's real past events are things that they don't even know about. They are some unknown and unimportant emotions. Once they happen, they will float away like the mist on the surface of tea.It's the things that make a person what they are now.

What people are looking for doesn't really matter at all.What is explored is only the appearance.

"Since you know, why do you still want to know and search?" Shen Rou's voice carried the fragrance of gardenia.

"So, you want to know what exactly Luo Yuxuan said to Luo Yunting in that alley, why Luo Yuxuan died, and why Luo Yunting became what he is now. It's simply impossible."

"What?" He Feng asked.

"What?" Shen Rou asked him back.

"I asked, what did you just say?" He continued to ask.

Shen Rou slightly opened her eyes wide and looked at him, through the curling mist, she said, "I didn't say anything just now."

"Nothing to say?"

"Yeah, I just said that people like you are enviable, lonely people." Shen Rou said.

"And after that?"

Shen Rou looked at him suspiciously, "You didn't talk to me after that, you were in a daze all the time."

[The author has something to say: Sorry, I originally asked for leave until the 14th, but it was delayed until now. I am really sorry everyone.

I feel that many things have exceeded my expectations since this article was written.

This article has almost no outline, and it is also my first novel. I started writing it about three years ago.

It may also be because of my laziness that I have lost many readers, and I am very sorry for this.

I have also grown a lot in the past few years. Maybe it is because the battle line has been stretched too long, and the mood of writing has also changed. After all, I am not a mature author, and this is not a mature novel, so many places are beyond me. My own control makes me feel that I have lost the original taste, or that I have some other feelings in it.This is not bad, and it may also reflect my growth and thinking about life in the past few years.

In short, I hope everyone can accompany me to finish writing this article. This article means a lot to me.Please let me know if you have any comments and suggestions, and I hope everyone can help me become a more mature author.

Writing novels is a very important hobby in my life. I once wanted to use it to make money, but now that I think about it, I can’t forget my original intention. I hope to be an excellent author, not a fast-food literature author. I hope I will never forget this.

Thank you for your company.

(I feel that this paragraph should be written at the end, but since this is what I want to say now, I will write it now, love you~)]