After eating, Jiang Xian walked along the familiar street, and inexplicable sentimentality welled up in his heart.

He has been walking this road for three years, and the shops on both sides of the street change their clothes from time to time, and every time a new store opens, his girlfriend will pull him in to shop.

Each time he stood in the crowd, not knowing what to do. I remember opening a new women's underwear store once, and I don't know what I was thinking at the time, so I habitually followed my girlfriend in, and he stood in a daze among a group of women.

The store was full of people because it had just opened for a sale, and even though he was the only man in the store, the clerk was too busy to take care of him.

After a while, when his girlfriend finished buying and was about to squeeze out, she saw him "standing out from the crowd", and finally pulled through the crowd and walked next to him and slapped him hard, "This is an underwear store, what are you doing running in?"

At this time, he turned around and looked around, he was the only man, embarrassed to the point of blushing, and then remembered that before he came in, it seemed that his girlfriend told him to wait for her outside.

He walked forward as he reminisced, and when he came around the corner he saw that the flower shop was still there, and he was a regular customer of the flower shop. In the past three years, he has bought flowers here every holiday, and he has bought almost all the flowers in this flower shop, of course, the most bought are roses.

He walked to the door and looked inside, perhaps to see the shadow of his past.

Suddenly, the owner of the flower shop walked out and greeted him with a smile, "Boss Jiang, I'm not in high spirits today." ”

The boss is a woman about 30 years old, very beautiful, probably because of her big breasts, waist and thin legs, and her appearance looks very sexy and mature, feminine, like the kind of big woman who has retired after seeing the wind and waves.

Every time Jiang Xian came to buy flowers, she could see his needs from Jiang Xian's eyes. When she first moved in, she would often ask what flowers she needed, what type of flowers to send, and on what occasion to choose from.

Later, I saw his thoughts directly from his eyes, and then I gave him flowers directly, handed him directly to his hands, and told him what the words of the bouquet were.

Jiang Xianleng paused for a moment before replying to the boss, "Hey, the boss seems to be in a good mood today." Jiang Xian said as he walked into the store.

"Are you still buying flowers today?" asked the boss as he took care of the flowers by the door.

"How do you know I'm not buying flowers today. ”

"Your facial expressions and the tone of your voice tell me that. ”

"Well, that's why I've only bought your flowers for the past three years. ”

"It's not that you only buy my flowers, because my family is the only one who sells flowers within a radius of ten miles. Boss Jiang might as well go shopping more, take a farther view, and have a wider vision, and you will find a better flower shop, not hanging on a flower. ”

There was something in the flower shop owner's words, and she seemed to see what was on her mind, as if she was trying to persuade herself not to dwell on the past.

"Do you have such a business? you actually pushed your own customers out, you shouldn't give coupons and try your best to keep me, right?" Jiang Xian deliberately followed the words of the flower shop owner.

"Alas, you won't be a customer of my store soon, so I'll make a good impression on you, and maybe the next time you buy flowers elsewhere, you'll miss me for three seconds. ”

"Haha, Boss Liu is really joking, you have long been rooted in my heart, and you can't pull it out. ”

"I must have spent all my luck in my last life. ”

"Hey, you don't need to spend your luck, you're a goddess, look at the suitors at the door and start lining up again. ”

"Haha, okay. ”

Jiang Xian had nothing to do, looked left and right, and didn't seem to find anything new.

The flower shop owner seemed to be checking something at the cash register, "Boss Jiang, you still have 100 yuan in your account, it should be the last time you come today, I'll pack some flowers for you, and consume them all at once, so that I don't owe you money." ”

"Yo Xi, conscience boss, the money in the customer's card has not been spent, and you are still not at ease, but it's a pity that I don't have to buy flowers today. Jiang Xian said with some sighs.

"You men, there is only a beginning and no end to doing things. When you beg someone to be with you, I wish I could buy 1001 red roses to confess, and on the day of the breakup, not only did I not have a single flower, but I also hurt people's hearts. The florist said as he flipped through the ledger.

Jiang Xian was silent, he was not surprised at all that the flower shop owner had guessed that he had broken up, and he was not shaken by her life insights, he just paced around the flower shop silently.

"Let's meet for the last time today, I'll wrap a sunflower-themed one. ”

Jiang Xian didn't reply directly, just quietly looked at the sunflower flower in front of him, he didn't know what it meant, it seemed that he hadn't sent it before, "What kind of flower language does this mean?"

"The future is promising. The boss replied neatly.

"Oh, where did you get the inspiration?"

"This is a bouquet of flowers I saw on Facebook some time ago, shared by a famous flower arranger abroad. He said, I start our love with red roses and end our love with sunflowers, I hope you have a bright future and don't feel sad because you have met me. ”

Jiang Xian paused for a moment after listening, "It's still romantic for foreigners, and I will send flowers after breaking up." ”

"Anyone will be sad if they break up, but they should also comfort each other that the future can be expected. The owner of the flower shop also suddenly sighed.

"Alright then, you can wrap it up for me. ”

"Good. ”

After the boss wrapped the flowers, he handed them to Jiang Xian, and the two said goodbye to each other, and he left. He checked the route and the time and felt like walking past.

He walked on the road with flowers in his arms, attracting the admiring eyes of countless girls, perhaps because of his handsome face, or because of the sunflowers in his hands.

He arrived at the hotel more than an hour later, and saw that the time was six o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still an hour to go, thinking that his girlfriend should arrive early.

The restaurant was on the third floor, and he chose a window seat to sit and watch the bustling crowd on the road. After a while, a group of familiar faces came over one after another, and he immediately took out a mask and sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, for fear of being recognized.

Because this group of people is a former colleague he asked Zhao Yinan to invite to sing, although they will definitely meet tonight, but now he can't show up, he wants to surprise everyone. Looking at this flow of people, I think there should be a lot of people tonight, he thought to himself: Zhao Yinan, this guy is still quite powerful.

At 6:45, there were fewer people downstairs, and he guessed that his girlfriend should be arriving soon, so he immediately took off his sunglasses and mask.

Sure enough, at 6:50, his girlfriend Fang Qi came over under the guidance of the waiter.

He had changed a lot before his girlfriend had been away for a while, with curly blonde hair, a black cap, a baggy leather jacket, shorts and a pair of boots, and the only very expensive bag he had ever given her.

It looks a lot more fashionable than before, but it feels like something is missing, it feels like a rebellious little girl stealing her mother's high heels.