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I saw Lu Wanyu again on a rainy day six years later.

A flower shop next to the cinema.

It's called "Muyan".

I passed by there by chance and went to a nearby shopping mall to buy something for my sister that she needed.

After shopping, it rained terribly, so I temporarily took shelter from the rain under the eaves of the flower shop next door.

Behind him is the huge poster of Xu Yan's remake of the detective movie. In recent years, his career has developed rapidly, and he has won several important actor awards at home and abroad.

Behind the corner of the flower shop is Starbucks, just thinking about whether to go in and sit down, when I turned my head inadvertently, I saw the man with his head down making flower arrangements by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

22 years old, young and handsome.

His father was a handsome and tall man.

Coupled with the clean and refined temperament cultivated in him, it is hard to forget at first glance.

Song Rongzhen didn't know the art of flower arrangement. Although he grew up in the flower-filled courtyard of the Song family's old house, and most of his parents and servants were very good at handling flowers, he never cultivated any romantic artistic cells because of this.

If you want to say that you recognized the man who had been away for six years at the first sight, it's not always the case, it's more that you are attracted by the calm and peaceful posture of the other party.

Just in time, the clerk in the shop opened the door and came out, and greeted warmly, "Sir, it's raining heavily outside, please come in and take shelter from the rain."

The man arranging flowers by the window looked up.

The bouquet of red dahlias in the hand shows a sense of bewitching beauty under the strong contrast of light and shadow.

Song Rongzhen wasn't sure if the other party recognized him immediately, but when he walked into the flower shop and sat down at the table, he didn't stop to say hello.

The enthusiastic clerk brought a cup of hot water and said with a smile, "The store manager is making an order for commercial flower arrangement, and it will be delivered when the rain stops, and it will be used there later."

Song Rongzhen nodded and thanked the other party.

The water was warm, not too hot. Song Rongzhen didn't know if he was too nervous or was dazzled by the joy of reunion. He didn't talk to the person who was buried in work for a long time.

It has been six years since they last met.

The skinny and desperate boy in my impression has been replaced by a clean and fresh youth in front of me.

The flowers on the table are constantly pruned and inserted into a huge flower pot in order.The main flowers are dahlia and amaryllis.

The rain outside the window did not mean to decrease or stop.

After the movie ended in the upstairs cinema, couples or friends walked past the store with umbrellas. Occasionally, a couple of couples would stop by the bouquets of scattered flowers placed at the door. Two fresh and beautiful flowers.

Because of proficiency, it only took about half an hour to complete a pot of commercial flower arrangements.

After carefully packing it, I greeted the clerk and asked to deliver it in person.

The clerk looked at the time and said, "It's still early, the rain is so heavy now, why don't we go there after it's a little lighter, so we don't get crushed on the road."

"It's okay, everything is packed. After sending it over, I have to go to the flower market to order fresh roses for the float tomorrow morning. It's raining today, so if you're okay, you can get off work early." Lu Wanyu took the wrapped flower arrangement to Move outside the door.

Song Rongzhen saw that the packaging was surprisingly large, so he put down the things in his hands and stood up to help.

The other party seemed to have just noticed him, smiled and nodded to say thank you.

The clerk helped push the electric motorcycle over and fixed the things on the car.

"Oh, sir, you're all wet." After Lu Wanyu drove away, the clerk exclaimed belatedly.

"Ah, it's okay. I'll go back right away. It's okay." Song Rongzhen patted the rain off his body with a smile.

"What an embarrassment. Wait a minute. I'll go upstairs and get you a shirt to change. It happens that you are about the same size as the store manager."

The young clerk went upstairs with a lot of fuss, and before going up, he said: "The store manager lives upstairs, and you can just send the clothes back another day."

So Song Rongzhen didn't refuse.

The clerk took it down and replaced it with a white cotton shirt, ironed straight, and the clothes had a refreshing sunshine smell.

After going to the bathroom to change, I packed the wet clothes in a small paper bag, said goodbye to the clerk, and told the clerk that my surname was Song, and that the clothes would be washed and sent over the next day.

"It's okay, I'll tell the store manager." The clerk was not worried that Song Rongzhen would never return.

Probably, it was because of his intellectual and calm demeanor.

Song Rongzhen was not in a hurry to verify or recognize the other party, he wanted to see how impressed the other party was with him.

After I went back, I asked a private detective to investigate the flower shop. It opened only two years ago. The store manager is said to have lived in a certain city in the north.

The flower shop's income is not high, and it barely maintains its business.

A store manager, a store clerk, and occasionally children from surrounding residential areas will come to find short-term jobs during summer and winter vacations or weekends.

The second time it passed was the third day after that rainy day.

Song Rongzhen wanted to be as calm as possible, so he waited two more days before passing.

It is still received by the clerk.

The two have not exchanged names until today.

Surnamed Liu.

Liu Xiao.

It should be the combination of the parents' surnames.

However, Song Rongzhen looked at the shy and slightly cautious font on the colored label paper in front of him, and thought coldly in his heart, it doesn't matter what he is called, but he is just an unimportant person.

When he arrived, Lu Wanyu was picking flowers for the guests.

A bunch of bellflowers, a bunch of baby's breath, two lilies, and three yellow roses.

I always feel that Lu Wanyu looks very good-looking in his hand.

That quiet figure is like being in a sea of ​​flowers, peaceful and quiet.

"Please sit down and drink some water, I'll take over the work of the store manager."

There are only two people, the flower shop is located in a commercial area, the business is not deserted, and there are occasional shortages of staff.

Song Rongzhen made an excuse to say hello to the store manager, but Liu Xiao stayed behind.

The aroma of instant coffee is accompanied by the ups and downs of the cold music in the store.

After handing the guests over to Liu Xiao, Lu Wanyu patted off the scattered petals on the apron, and walked over with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Song, thank you for your help that day."

Song Rongzhen calmly handed out the business card in his hand, "Lu Wanyu, long time no see, do you remember me?"

Lu Wanyu was stunned for a moment before looking down at the business card. After a slight change in his face, he covered up his emotions when he looked up, "Master Song, it's been a long time. May I help you?"

"Here, the shirt that Liu Xiao lent me that day has been washed, thank you." Passing the paper bag containing the clothes to Lu Wanyu, Song Rongzhen carefully observed his expression, and saw no change, neither joy nor fear , indifferent and calm.

Lu Wanyu reached out to take the clothes, and her eyes fell on him calmly.

Song Rongzhen suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, lowered his head and pretended to cough and said, "Also, please help me wrap a bunch of flowers for my family."

"What kind of flowers do you need?" Putting the bag on the sofa, Lu Wanyu turned sideways and showed the flowers in the flower shop in front of Song Rongzhen, "At this time, there are many kinds of roses, and these were all airlifted here this morning. I don't know Mr. Song Do you need?"

Song Rongzhen chose some peonies, silver willows, and a bouquet of Marguerite daisies.

After Lu Wanyu made the selection, he added some snowflakes and handed it to Liu Xiao for packaging.

Full of flowers, full of fragrance.

Before leaving, Song Rongzhen seemed to suddenly think of it and said: "The Song headquarters is holding an event these days, I wonder if you are interested in contracting the venue layout?"

Lu Wanyu shook her head slightly, "My store here is too small and I don't have enough staff, so I can't take it in. I appreciate Young Master Song's kindness."

That night, Song Rongke went home and received a bouquet of flowers from her younger brother who couldn't make a loud fart with two slaps. She was so scared that she had nightmares at night and was woken up from the shock. She broke into Song Rongzhen's room in the middle of the night and grabbed him. Purpose.

Song Rongzhen pushed her away angrily, saying congratulations to her for finding a boyfriend, but was beaten up by Song Rongke, saying that no one wanted to laugh at her.

Simply wronged!

And Lu Wanyu, there is no special reason, their lives and lives will not overlap.

So, the third meeting was another two days later at ten o'clock in the morning.

The hours when florists and shopping malls are open.

"Oh, Mr. Song, you are here again. Do you need anything?"

Liu Xiaoru received Song Rongzhen with that energetic voice twice before, and his young face was full of enthusiasm and vitality.

Song Rongzhen put on a show and walked around the store, bought a pot of dendrobium orchids, and a rose.

half open.

Like a shy beauty, she is ashamed to speak.

"For you." The rose made a circle and sent it to Liu Xiao again.

"Ah?!" Surprised by surprise, Liu Xiao quickly reached out to catch it, "Thank you, Mr. Song. Did you buy it for me?"

The boy's voice hadn't changed completely, immature and green.

"What do you think?" Song Rongzhen asked back with a smile. Under the gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of intellectual and deep eyes made people feel hot all over.

Liu Xiao blushed and looked at him twice more.

Lu Wanyu was like an unconscious plant, quietly standing in the corner trimming the flowers.

From that day on, Song Rongzhen always came to buy a fresh rose when the flower shop opened at ten o'clock every morning.

The roses were not taken away either, they were all given to Liu Xiao directly.

Lu Wanyu never greeted him, treating him as a transparent person, and Liu Xiao was in charge of receiving him every time he came.

Slowly, the two became familiar with each other.

As long as Song Rongzhen thinks about it, almost no one around him can resist his charm, not to mention that Liu Xiao is a kid who just graduated from high school and has no social experience.

The world of the rich is grotesque and confusing.

After Liu Xiao and Song Rongzhen went out two or three times, they began to pay attention to dressing, and they would always look at some luxury items that they could not afford on Taobao.

Lu Wanyu occasionally reminds him that his salary is not high, his parents are also working class, and Song Rongzhen is from two different worlds.

"But, store manager, those rich people eat and wear clothes that I have never seen before. Do you know that oysters are graded? Do you know where you can buy the world's best caviar? Sauce?

And Mr. Song can speak five foreign languages, English, French, Italian, Spanish and Latin. Do you think we can use Latin in daily life? "

"I'm sure I can't make a fortune on my own in this life. It's probably only once in my life to meet a rich man like Mr. Song. Besides, he still likes me!"

Young and lively life forms, youthful and sunny, are probably always attractive.

Lu Wanyu didn't know why Song Rongzhen came to Liu Xiao, and he didn't want to know, he just ignored him, the man who inexplicably reappeared in his life.

The business of the flower shop is not busy, and it has been raining recently. Lu Wanyu doesn't like to use her mobile phone in her spare time, but likes to watch the pedestrians coming and going in the square outside the shop in a daze. calm time.

Song Rongzhen came to pick Liu Xiao up to go to the concert at night, and brought him a dress to change. Liu Xiaoxing hurried upstairs to change, leaving Song Rongzhen sitting by the French window and Lu Wanyu sitting at the counter looking at the passers-by outside.

The rain was heavy, splashing white water on the ground, and the various shoes and socks on the feet of the people running past were like the beating notes in the rainy day, exciting and melodious.

Unknowingly, she was fascinated, so she didn't notice when the person sitting by the window came over, nor did she notice the tall figure who suddenly kissed him.

The warmth of the corner of the mouth brought Lu Wanyu back to his senses suddenly, turned his head, and fell into Song Rongzhen's deep eyes.

There is a men's perfume floating on the tip of the nose, which is light and elegant, different from the strong floral fragrance in the store.

The sound of the rain outside the door became clearer and clearer, tick-tick-tick-tick, which made people's heartstrings vibrate.

Suddenly excited footsteps came from upstairs, Song Rongzhen backed away from the counter, Lu Wanyu looked down at the account book as if nothing had happened.

Liu Xiao hurriedly came downstairs, took the changed clothes, "Mr. Song, sorry for the long wait. Let's go."

Song Rongzhen glanced at his watch and smiled softly, "It's okay, it's still early."

"Shop Manager, we are leaving, please look after the store alone." The carefree young man smiled brightly and waved to Lu Wanyu.

Lu Wanyu smiled at him, "Have fun."

Song Rongzhen held Liu Xiao's waist, and went out together with him. When he got into the car, he turned his head and glanced at the people in the shop. ignore.