flying planet

Jian Xinglai finished the bowl of "children's breakfast" obediently, and when Ye Xiwu's rice noodles came, he couldn't help showing his disgusted expression.

"Heavy oil and heavy salt are unhealthy." Jian Xinglai commented.

Ye Xiwu sucked on the noodles: "It's good enough, why are you so delicate?"

Jian Xing, who was said to be squeamish, didn't intend to refute at all, with an expression of "I'm squeamish, what can you do to me?"

Ye Xiwu suppressed a smile and finished eating a bowl of rice noodles. Today he was wearing a white turtleneck sweater and a khaki cashmere coat, and his hair was neatly tied up. Jian Xing came to wait for him to finish eating. Put on a black windbreaker jacket, and change the fleece hat on his head.

The two went to pick up the car that Ye Xiwu had rented. Jian Xing came to the passenger seat and found that the umbrella was on his side.

Jian Xinglai didn't speak, he relaxed his body and leaned on the back of the chair, and pulled down the brim of his hat a little.

"Sleepy?" Ye Xiwu asked distractedly while turning the steering wheel.

Jian Xinglai gave a vague "huh".

Ye Xiwu smiled: "Then you sleep for a while."

Jian Xinglai actually didn't want to sleep too much, but he closed his eyes in a daze. The smell in the rented car always smelled bad, which reminded him of the Wrangler that Ye Xiwu took for the first time. Obviously there is no car perfume, but there is a sweet smell, and I don't know where it came from.

Just as he was thinking about something, Jian Xinglai's eyes suddenly lit up, Ye Xiwu lifted the brim of his hat with his fingertips, and the sweet smell gently tapped on the tip of his nose so calmly .

"You're not really asleep, are you?" Ye Xiwu asked, and stretched out her hand to straighten Jian Xinglai's hat, "We're here."

The flower market in Kunming is right next to the Oceanarium. There are three buildings in total. The flower trading is mainly in the first building. Ye Xiwu is familiar with the way. When he entered, many street vendors greeted him. Behind him, frowning, trying not to be touched by the flower cart.

"Come inside me." Ye Xiwu moved half of her body away, "There are a lot of people here, don't get lost."

Jian Xing glanced at him: "You are so conspicuous, you can't lose it."

Ye Xiwu was surprised for a moment, then amused: "Are you praising me for being handsome?"

Jian Xinglai didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either. He walked inside Ye Xiwu. They were about the same height, and they were both handsome men with long legs.

Ye Xiwu led him to see the succulents at the stall of the familiar boss. Jian Xing didn't know much about it, so he could only follow along. He was more interested in the price than looking at the flowers. There were several pots of succulents beside the stall There is a board on it, which says six pots for ten yuan, and there is a slogan on the back, free shipping nationwide by SF Express.

After looking around, Jian Xing couldn't help but asked Ye Xiwu, "Why is it so cheap?"

Ye Xiwu replied to him funny: "How expensive do you think?"

Jian Xinglai: "Our flowers are not at this price."

Ye Xiwu: "It's definitely different when you arrive at the store. The rent, maintenance fee, labor fee and packaging fee, don't think it's cheap now, and some festivals will also increase the price here."

After Ye Xiwu finished speaking, she bent down and took a pot of dandelion-like cactus to look at it for a while, Jian Xinglai even reached out to touch the white hairy thing on it, and found that it was not clean.

"Lao Le." Ye Xiwu introduced, "It was originally from Peru, with a strong habit and fast growth."

Jane Xinglai: "..."

Ye Xiwu smiled narrowly: "Stop Baidu, just ask my brother."

Jian Xinglai curled his lips, he put the phone back, and went to watch the next pot.

Ye Xiwu pointed and told him the names one by one: "Mo Nan, Hong Dongyun, Mountain Rose, Dragon Heart Bone, Ice Lantern Jade Dew."

Ye Xiwu picked up a pot of succulents full of clusters of small green leaves, and held it up in front of Jian Xinglai. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, and read: "Thin Snow Ten Thousand Year Grass."

Jian Xinglai raised his head back, and said without expression: "The name is good."

Ye Xiwu: "It's also easy to raise." He asked the boss to pack a few pots and asked Jian Xing to carry them, "I'll give it to you, don't worry about it, just put it in the office."

Jian Xinglai didn't really want more meat, but Ye Xiwu gave it to him, and he had to take it. After that, the two went to several acquaintance's stores, and finally negotiated the purchase price and quantity with another one. Ye Xiwu It took hundreds of plants in one breath to completely end the business.

Jian Xinglai made a rough calculation, and found that hundreds of plants are not too expensive. For some reason, there is an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Ye Xiwu didn't know what was going on in his mind, and when he went out, he bought some silverleaf chrysanthemums and sunflowers, and Jian Xinglai naturally took them over and hugged them.

"You are quite suitable." Ye Xiwu looked at Jian Xinglai who was holding flowers, and said suddenly.

"?" Jian Xing came, "What is suitable?"

Ye Xiwu smiled and said, "Flowers match you very well."

Jian Xing came to understand, he did not speak, walked a few steps, then suddenly turned to Ye Xiwu and said: "You are more worthy, you are like a flower."

This is the second time Jian Xinglai said that Ye Xiwu is like a flower.

The first time was in the second half of the freshman year. Ye Xiwu and Jian Xinglai had gotten to know each other a little better, but they didn't quite get along at first. Ye Xiwu felt that Jian Xinglai was pretentious and troublesome. They are all indifferent, he will often come to the greenhouse, the first is to complete the photography homework, and the second is that Jian Xinglai thinks that there are few people here and the sunshine is good, which is especially suitable for taking a nap.

Ye Xiwu is notoriously good-natured and takes good care of the juniors. He is too embarrassed to drive away when his juniors come to take a nap. Fortunately, Jian Xinglai is quiet no matter when he comes or goes. Much more pleasing.

At the back of the flower room was Ye Xiwu's couch made of rattan, covered with a thick quilt, and Jian Xinglai lay on it, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers from all directions.

He was not very sleepy today, half awake and squinting his eyes, Ye Xiwu was sitting on the ladder, right in front of him, stretching out his arms and trimming an ivy.

The ivy is well maintained, the color is vivid and emerald green, the stems and leaves are vigorous, full of vitality, Ye Xiwu cuts it extremely carefully, the lines of his side face are coated with gold leaf by the sunlight shining into the greenhouse, he tilts his head up , didn't notice that a few purple vine flowers of ivy fell on the top of his hair.

Jian Xing looked at him for a long time without opening his eyes, until Ye Xiwu turned his head.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Xiwu wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't know how long he had been stared at by the other party, and there were offended reserved wrinkles between his brows.

Jian Xinglai opened his mouth, and he said slowly, "You have flowers on your head."

Ye Xiwu raised her eyes, reached out her hand and casually brushed off the flowers above her head, "Are there any more?" He asked.

"It's gone." Jian Xing supported his head, he looked at Ye Xiwu for a while, and suddenly smiled.

He said: "Senior, why are you like a flower?"