flying planet

It wasn't the first time Ye Xiwu dreamed of Jian Xinglai, but it was after a long, long time that he finally dreamed of him again.

In the dream, Jian Xinglai was the only one with dazzling eyes. He stood under the shade of the trees on the playground, his body seemed to be covered with pine and cypress fragrance. When Ye Xiwu called his name, Jian Xinglai turned his head, and the pine and cypress fragrance seemed to melt. In the bright sun, it condensed into an amber, rolled gently, and fell to the ground.

When Ye Xiwu woke up from his dream, he always felt a sweet smell around his nose. He fumbled to turn on the light, only to find that the jasmine planted in the greenhouse on the balcony had blossomed.

Even if the two trees bloomed at the same time, Ye Xiwu lit it once, and less than 10 small white flowers bloomed.

Ye Xiwu admired the flowers for a while, then stood up suddenly. He turned back, took a pair of small scissors, squatted down and picked five, and cleaned the leaves under the flowers, exposing the 2-3 cm stems. The lotus scissors with stems After he got down, he took out five glass bottles, poured half of the silica gel powder, put the flowers in, and continued to fill the rest of the silica gel powder until the flowers were completely covered, and then sealed the bottles with a cork.

Putting the five glass bottles on the workbench, Ye Xiwu made labels for each of them, and when she looked up, she realized that it was already bright outside.

He didn't feel sleepy, he had a good dream, and when jasmine blossomed again, his heart was full of joy, so he hummed a tune he didn't know where he heard, changed his clothes and went out for a run. Ye Xiwu suddenly received a call from Chen Lai.

"There are still 5 minutes." Ye Xiwu paid the money and stared at the last fried dough stick, "Have you arrived at the studio?"

Chen Lai said quietly: "Why do you still want to have breakfast..."

"?" Ye Xiwu asked, "What's the matter?"

Chen Lai took a deep breath: "Huang Duoduo's wedding was published in the City Morning Post."

Ye Xiwu finally got his last fried dough stick. He thanked the boss in a nonchalant tone: "I know, it didn't work out."

Chen Lai: "..." She lowered her head and glanced at the name of the person who saved the phone number to confirm that she made the right call.

Ye Xiwu had already crossed the road. When he saw Chen Lai at the door of the studio, he smiled, "Are you hungry? Eat first?"

Chen Lai was drinking soy milk, Master Zhou was eating steamed buns, Ye Xiwu was checking where today's flowers were delivered with a deep-fried dough stick in his mouth. He and the bosses of the Kunming Flower Market have WeChat friends, and the flowers delivered every day can be sent in advance the day before. See, because of the large supply, Ye Xiwu can always pick the best ones first.

"I think I can add more meat next time." Master Zhou slowed down after eating two meat buns. He is a mold maker. He was originally an employee of an ordinary mold factory. Later, Ye Xiwu took a fancy to him. He gritted his teeth and followed others to come out and work alone until now.

Ye Xiwu raised her head from WeChat: "How do you say it?"

Master Zhou took out a pen and paper, and quickly drew a few sketches regardless of the meat oil in his hand: "I want to make a hole in the big vase, put the succulent in it, and grow leaves from the hole. For new ornamental bonsai, if there is no suitable flower container for some weddings, we can provide it ourselves for a fee."

After saying this, Ye Xiwu understood, he didn't talk nonsense, and made an appointment on WeChat to see the flowers.

"Then you need to design a few more big vases." Ye Xiwu shook her phone and said with a smile, "An extra prize of [-] is your year-end reward."

Master Zhou cheerfully gave a thumbs up: "Okay, wrap it on me!"

Chen Lai closed her eyes, she finally couldn't hold it back, and said in deep pain: "Is this the time to talk about succulents?"

Master Zhou pursed his mouth innocently, before he could retract his thumb.

Chen Lai glanced at his boss: "You can't sleep, but you know you can make dried flowers?!"

Ye Xiwu touched his nose, and he decided to fight to the death: "It just so happened that the jasmine blossoms..."

Chen Lai was going crazy: "Your jasmine is blooming, but our shop is about to close!!"

Ye Xiwu: "..."

In fact, what Chen Lai said was not an exaggeration. Huang Duoduo's wedding was such a commotion that all the media and newspapers in S City celebrated the New Year collectively. There were all kinds of opinions and different opinions. The various versions became a mess, and Chen Lai didn't know. Where did he find the solution? It took a whole morning to package Ye Xiwu's studio into a victim who was completely dedicated and professional.

Even when a reporter came to the door, Chen Lai faced the camera very righteously and began to advertise: "When it comes to customers' privacy, we 'Aihua' will never speculate or fabricate customers' private lives at will, respect all decisions of customers, and satisfy customers in everything. Require."

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Ye Xiwu hid on the second floor. He was suspicious of watching the scene from the greenhouse. He was watching vigorously when his cell phone rang suddenly. Ye Xiwu thought it was the owner of the Kunming Flower Market, so he picked it up without even looking at it. Get up: "Hello?"

"It's very lively in your place?" Huang Duoduo's voice was full of vigor, and it seemed that she was not affected by the rumors outside at all.

Ye Xiwu sighed: "Isn't it you who caused the trouble? The result is good, you seem to be okay."

Huang Duoduo "giggled" and laughed straight: "Who said I'm fine, my dad is still angry, beat the person I bought, I still have to pay work injury compensation, that's not a small sum."

Ye Xiwu raised her eyebrows: "Solved?"

"Almost." Huang Duoduo changed the subject in half, "When are you free? I'll treat you to a meal as an apology."

Zhang Weinian was sending a WeChat message in his office, and just halfway through, there was a sudden commotion among the bosses.

He went out to look and found that Jian Xinglai's head was still tightly wrapped and he was changing clothes.

"Boss, why did you come to work?" Zhang Weinian asked in surprise.

Jian Xing glanced at him and said, "Why don't I come to work?"

Zhang Weinian: "Take a break, you hurt your head, why don't you lie down for a few more days?"

"You also said that you hurt your head." Jian Xinglai sat down on the edge of the desk and asked, "What does it matter whether I lie down or not?"

Zhang Weinian shut his mouth in embarrassment, and decided to ask one more question: he is a dog!

Jian Xinglai looked down at the occupancy rate summary delivered that day for a while, then raised her head again, pretending to be casual and asked casually: "Have you settled the wedding?"

Zhang Weinian: "The official account has already been released, and the marketing department on the media side has responded according to the plan." After finishing speaking, he also specially invited him to work, "I have also taken care of Boss Ye's side. I heard that they responded well. Not bad, it’s equivalent to an advertisement.”

When Jian Xinglai heard the word "Boss Ye", he pursed his lower lip imperceptibly. He didn't seem to be particularly happy, and said indifferently: "He came to ask you for help?"

"Uh... yes." Zhang Weinian got stuck, and it was Chen Lai who came to him for help, but Chen Lai was also Ye Xiwu's employee anyway, so there was no need to make a clear distinction.

As a result, Jian Xinglai's expression became a little more complicated. He was not so much angry, but he was indeed three points angry, but the remaining seven points, two points were a little proud, and five points were a little happy. But he still insisted: "Who asked you to help him?"

Zhang Weinian: "..." He had a sense of despair of "what did I do wrong in my previous life", so he had to say deliberately, "Then why don't I withdraw the official account that promotes the wedding and make it clear to the media and make a clear distinction between them. limit?"

Jian Xinglai opened his mouth, as if he was offended, he hummed, "Did I ask you to do this?"

Zhang Weinian wished he could kneel on the ground, hugged Jian Xing and asked him, "What the hell do you want me to do?!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Jian Xing came to throw away the summary sheet in his hand, he still seemed to feel agitated, raised his hand to loosen his tie, leaned back on the chair and turned left and right twice, and finally looked at Zhang Weinian again.

Zhang Weinian was stared at and did not dare to move.

Jian Xinglai stood up.

He is very tall, and his physique is lean and oppressive because he carries equipment for mountaineering regularly all the year round. He can make people breathless when looking down at people from a height.

"Did he say anything else?" Jian Xinglai asked endlessly.

Zhang Weilai didn't have time to respond: "Huh?"

"Ye Xiwu." Jian Xinglai sneered impatiently, "Why did you help so much? Wouldn't he even say thank you to me in person?"