God said I would meet you

The eyes of the crowd were discerning. Zhang Xinli let him go, but he didn't back away. Lin Jinyu was so happy mixed with embarrassment that she couldn't even straighten her waist.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Xinli said, "I am so sincere that I am actually laughing."

"No, no...hahahahahahahaha," Lin Jinyu couldn't help waving his hands: "You are the boss of the atmosphere group, and you are quite accurate in timing. I will send you takeaway."

The people around were also laughing, the gimmick was not over yet, Xu Zhao was still playing the piano, Zhang Xinli didn't think anything of it at first, but he was amused when he heard his wild laughter, and felt a little embarrassed, Lin Jinyu's ears were reddish, and she hurriedly said, "I haven't delivered your takeaway yet, and the money will be deducted."

Zhang Xinli said, "It's timed out."

"Then you have to hurry up," Lin Jinyu didn't look at him—because he was embarrassed: "Don't forget our bet, I performed supernormally, if you don't work hard to make up for the deductions, if you lose, then..."

"It doesn't matter," Zhang Xinli looked at him, and said calmly, "If I lose to you, I will lose to you."

"..."

This guy's speech is obviously stupid, but occasionally he can use the simplest language to make people's hearts jump. Lin Jinyu feels a little warm, and also a little red-faced, but the public can't express it, so he can only pretend to be calm : "Okay, so you gave up in advance, I didn't think of the request for the time being, you sit and wait for me to close the stall, and then wait for the deal."

Zhang Xinli said "Oh", and then he really canceled the delivery, and went to sit by the flower bed with a group of men who were waiting for their wives to go shopping.

Time passed slowly, and the flowers under Lin Jinyu's feet also dwindled one by one. After he told jokes to stir up the atmosphere, he didn't talk much, allowing Xu Zhao to play freely there. Xu Zhao liked the feeling of being watched, and also No stage fright, pluck the strings and fly.

A few hours later, the agreed rental time arrived.

"I can't do it anymore. I'm exhausted. I need to rest for a while." Xu Zhao took off the strap and grinned, "Hands are cramping."

"Thanks for your hard work." Lin Jinyu sat on the box and sorted out the banknotes, and counted them to see how many flowers were left: "Someday I will turn over and treat you to dinner."

"Tch, I want to get rid of me after just one meal." Xu Zhao watched him busy, and sat on the side as a shopkeeper, and said, "It's too beautiful, so I have to give me the latest Xbox."

"Pull it down," Lin Jinyu said, "I don't even have one myself, you've made up your mind, come and help me tidy up."

"Pull it down," Xu Zhao imitated him and said, "I'm exhausted, you need to rely on yourself."

It was 10:30 in the evening, and some shops were closed, and the young couples who had had enough dates were gradually dispersing, going back to their respective homes or going straight to Qitian Rujia.

"Then you return the piano and pickups," Lin Jinyu said, "Hurry up, let's have supper together later."

"I lose weight and exercise, and I refuse greasy supper," Xu Zhao said, getting up to return the equipment: "How long will it take you, I'm sleepy, I'll go home straight after I finish it, you two Take it easy."

"Whatever," Lin Jinyu said again, "hard work."

"Packed things up?" In the distance, Zhang Xinli saw that they had put away their things, put away his phone, got up and walked over: "Come back now?"

This point can be answered, Lin Jinyu clicked it again, and said: "Sold 120 eight flowers, plus the eighteen flowers sold before, there are three left."

It is true that there are only three red roses left in the paper box. This is a very good result. Lin Ye’s juniors and girls, even the girl who often sells flowers on Valentine’s Day, can sell a hundred flowers alone, which is not bad. .

"Then you can go back," Zhang Xinli said, "It's just three flowers, it doesn't matter."

"No!" Lin Jinyu came up with great strength: "I must sell out all of them today!"

"Don't compete too much," the couples who had played enough on the street had already gone back, and the traffic flow was much smaller. Even if they didn't come back, those who were interested in buying flowers would have already bought them, and those who didn't buy them would be beaten to death. Zhang Xinli was afraid that he would dig into a dead end: "Time is also a cost."

"I know," Lin Jinyu said, "Why, do you think it will take me a long time to sell?"

Zhang Xinli didn't want to hit him, but it was already at this point, the street had become deserted, and the possibility of three customers squatting in a few minutes was too small, and this was probably the case.

While the two were talking, an old couple came stumbling from the direction of the street. Lin Jinyu took a branch, stood up and said, "Look at it."

"?" Zhang Xinli looked at him, and saw Lin Jinyu stepping forward generously, not pretending to talk about anything, and politely and directly said: "Hi, do you want to buy a flower?"

The old couple had goose skin and white hair, and held each other's skinny hands. The old man smiled and waved his hands: "When I'm old, I'll come out for a walk. I don't know about your young people's festival, so don't come."

The old grandma had lost a few teeth. Lin Jinyu handed over the flowers. She looked at the bright red roses and smiled. Even though her mouth was pursed, she could read a little shyness on her absent-fanghua face: "Don't be shy, young You’re doing it all the way, now it’s even more..." While talking, he waved his hands again and again, saying no to it with his grandfather.

Lin Jinyu thought for half a second, and said, "It is precisely because I was not romantic when I was young that I have to make up for the regrets of the past."

Life is so long, dating and sending flowers seems to be the privilege of young people by default. People seem to be happy to see handsome men and beautiful women kissing, but it is difficult for two middle-aged and elderly people to make out. With a glance, the same shy smile appeared on the wrinkled face.

The old couple is married, and they even send flowers...

Lin Jinyu continued: "It's just a flower. It's not only young people who can receive flowers, and it's not expensive. It's only 12 yuan. Grandpa, buy one for grandma."

He was about the same age as the old man's grandson. Grandpa looked at him and then at grandma, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Okay."

In less than 3 minutes, it was done. Lin Jinyu came back after collecting the money. Zhang Xinli said, "What did you say? I think they didn't plan to buy it at first."

"I won't tell you," Lin Jinyu joked, "I have magic."

Zhang Xinli just watched him. With just one mouth, he sold all the inventory in less than 5 minutes, and sold it to the milk tea shop clerk he knew well, and also sold it to single mothers who were closing the stall at the street corner and returning home.

He endows roses with the meaning of love, then impresses different people in different ways, and hands the flowers into their hands.

This is what Zhang Xinli admires about him. Lin Jinyu can do what he can't, and of course he can also do what Lin Jinyu can't. They each have their own strengths.

"Let's go," Lin Jinyu began to put the cardboard boxes on the ground, and told Zhang Xinli, "Go home."

The red that had been piled up on the ground just now was gone, not even a single petal was left. The place where Zhang Xinli parked his car was in two directions from home, so he told Lin Jinyu to wait, thinking he would push it over by himself first.

However, just as he turned around and was about to take a step, Lin Jinyu suddenly stopped him: "Wait."

In class before, the Chinese teacher explained "romanticism" and said: The so-called extreme romanticism, in layman's terms, means living in poverty, and when you can't even eat enough for each other, you pass by a flower shop after get off work and remember that she likes flowers. So I still bought a rose and gave it to her the first second I stepped into the house.

Zhang Xinli turned around in confusion, Lin Jinyu took out a rose from an unopened cardboard box that had never been opened by the last bit of dazzling neon light on the billboard above her head, and said, "You are welcome, thank you."

That was the last rose, the most beautiful and best blooming one that Lin Jinyu picked out of the 150 roses when he packed it individually in the morning, and he secretly hid it in the cardboard box, just to give it to himself at this moment lover.

Zhang Xinli didn't react for a while, Lin Jinyu said, "Why, it's too cheap."

"No," Zhang Xinli took it, and said, "How could that be?"

Lin Jinyu was also joking, he stood up, took his hand, and the two walked home through the street in the last half hour of 520.

"It's so late, the subway and bus are all stopped." Lin Jinyu watched him get on the bike, and said, "Which one of us will ride back?"

"I don't know," Zhang Xinli said, "How about you, let me sweep a bicycle and go back?"

"Then when do we have to go?" Lin Jinyu came here in the morning, knowing that he would probably get home early in the morning and it would be very tiring, so he rolled his eyes and asked, "...is there a traffic police at this time?"

"Normally not," Zhang Xinli said, "I got off work early."

The traffic policeman is also a human being, not a 24-hour tireless machine. Unless there is a surprise raid to check for drunk driving, otherwise he will go home early. Hearing what he said, Lin Jinyu pushed him back and motioned Zhang Xinli to sit back: "Let me drive," he said. Said: "Why don't you ride if you have a car? It's not enough to go back separately. We are crowded together."

Adults are obviously not allowed to take electric cars, but it costs at least twenty to take a taxi back from here, and the gross profit of selling a flower is only six yuan. Lin Jinyu is really reluctant to pay for a taxi.

People who are poor have short ambitions.

Zhang Xinli said, "Okay."

It was a beautiful and romantic day. Seeing that he had no objection, Lin Jinyu rode forward, thinking: It seems that gay men or 1st riders usually ride in the front, and the little wife, Xiao 0, is behind her with her arms around her waist.

He turned his head and said with a smile: "Comrade Zhang, you have to hold me tight, there is nowhere to catch you if you fall."

Zhang Xinli raised his eyebrows and hugged his waist from behind, as if he was very, very dependent on him.

This feeling of being relied on by others makes Lin Jinyu feel happy. He is actually not as skilled as Zhang Xinli, but the two-wheeled electric car itself has no technical content. There should not be many cars at night. Once you turn the accelerator, you will be home in a while .

If people can foresee what will happen next, Lin Jinyu will definitely not squeeze a small electric car home for the sake of a dozen or 20 yuan taxi fare, will not insist on riding ahead by herself, and will not stop Zhang Xinli and follow her. He fights.

If he could, he wanted to keep this day forever.