Xia Chan and Ah Tu are both northerners, and at first glance, it is indeed a bit foggy to hear this Hong Kong person speak Mandarin. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

One moment to God, another time to be a jujube person, what else is your brother, shouldn't it be your sister? What the hell is Yilou?

But I understood, he said that there were white chrysanthemums in the store, and let us go up the stairs to the second floor.

I have been to Hong Kong-funded enterprises as a summer worker, and I have met many Cantonese or Hong Kong people who speak Cantonese.

The guy in the robe is a Hong Kong clerk hired by the boss? Is the boss also from Hong Kong? Judging by his reaction just now, the shopkeeper, who is also the master in the young man's mouth, should be upstairs now, right? Ordinary white chrysanthemums are not placed at the door, but they are actually placed on the second floor, what kind of display method does this store follow?

Originally, I just wanted to try my luck by the way, and I didn't have much hope, but I didn't expect to have nowhere to find my iron shoes, so it didn't take much effort to get there. If there's one here, we're going to go up to the second floor?

"Tell them to come up and pick it out themselves." He is also fluent in Cantonese, and his voice is rich and full of energy coming from upstairs.

The young man made a gesture of please, okay, in broad daylight, or in a street shop, there is nothing to be afraid of with the three girls! The stairs were narrow, so we lined up and went upstairs in turn.

The second floor is quite large, and there is really a cave, with a beast head, a skeleton, a compass, a crystal ball, a tarot card, a peach wood sword, and a hand bell...... There are all kinds of strange things, like a crew props room, the three of us were stunned.

"Girl, is that you?" When I went up to the second floor, I heard a familiar voice and ran away.

"Hey, Brother Qiang." It was the owner of the small noodle restaurant, Fat Qiang, who was sitting in front of the coffee table carved from the roots of the tree and drinking tea.

Sitting opposite him was a man with a white complexion, wearing a Tang costume, with pigtails on his head and a beard over 3 centimeters long on his chin, combed to the roots, uh, but he couldn't tell the real age.

I was stiff for a while, and I didn't know what to call it, but I suddenly remembered that I just came upstairs to buy a flower, so I asked directly: "Master, I want to buy some white chrysanthemums." "As you talk, you look around, where is it?

The man in Tang costume raised his eyes and looked at the three of us girls, and his gaze fell on my face: "You are a student of Y University?" ”

Before I could answer the question, Fat Ziqiang rushed to introduce: "This is Master Zheng Yuanjie who I took the card and said I wanted to recommend it to you, his charm is quite spiritual." I noticed the man's brow furrowed slightly as he spoke.

Zheng Yuanjie? Why is it such a familiar name? I think I've heard it somewhere! I wondered, oh, the fairy tale king who wrote Pipiru? But he doesn't look like hey, and his age is not right.

The man in Tang costume saw me thinking for a long time, stood up and said: "My surname is Zheng, my name is Yuanjie, full of vitality Yuan, Jie is the four points under the wooden character, usually mainly studies Feng Shui, not the one who writes fairy tales, but you can also call me Teacher Zheng." ”

The voice is neither high nor low, but it is really quite a bit of a scholar's demeanor, not what I thought in my heart before, like the so-called Jianghu god stick, hearing him say this, it is natural to blurt out: "Teacher Zheng, it's a pleasure to meet you, I am a student of Y University, my name is Miao Ge." ”

"Miao Ge? Good name, are you going to buy white chrysanthemums? Over there, you can cut as much as you want yourself. As he spoke, he handed over a pair of scissors and pointed to the door of the balcony on the second floor.

I took the scissors in Zheng Yuanjie's hand, walked over and pushed open the door of the balcony, wow, the balcony is so big! A balcony full of chrysanthemums, in addition to the white and golden, large and small, or budding or in full bloom, I picked a very dense place under the scissors, compared to the length of the cut a lot of white, thought about it and picked a few yellow.

hugged him back and returned the scissors, and then asked, "Mr. Zheng, how much do you calculate?" ”

Zheng Yuanjie put away the scissors, looked at the bouquet I was holding in my arms, and said, "These flowers are actually not for sale in our store, if you need them, just take them without money." ”

How does this work? said that I bought it, I also cut so much, I couldn't figure out what Zheng Yuanjie meant for a while?

Seeing my hesitation, he smiled: "Miao Ge, you are a student majoring in communication at Y University, and you will be a junior at the beginning of next semester, right?" ”

It sounded like he was asking me, but it was so accurate that I couldn't help but wonder, "Teacher Zheng, how do you know?" ”

"It's nothing, you'll soon find out later, these flowers are supposed to be given to you by me... Gift it. ”

Your sister, there are people who send chrysanthemums to the living? Are you sure you're not teasing your sister? Thinking so in my heart, I was very polite: "What's so embarrassing, but, thank you, Mr. Zheng, then let's go back to school first." ”

When Zheng Yuanjie heard this, he waved his hand, sat back on the coffee table, and made his tea.

I beckoned Ah Tu and Xia Chan, who were looking around the corner, to go downstairs, and the clerk at the counter on the first floor saw us coming downstairs, but greeted us: "Three beauties go slowly." ”

Smiled and nodded in response, but when they came out of the store, their faces were a little angry, Ah Tu and Xia Chan didn't hear Zheng Yuanjie's sentence "These flowers are regarded as my gift to you." Otherwise, according to their tempers, I am afraid that they will have to rush back to the store to find someone to tear up.

Forget it, more is better than less, I don't know where this Zheng Yuanjie came from, don't be confused to provoke people who shouldn't be provoked. So, quickly remove the unhappy expression and go back to school for a memorial service.

The sun is shining, the small hall at more than 4 o'clock in the afternoon, there have been students from everywhere, I cut the chrysanthemums from Zheng Yuanjie, distributed to Xia Chan and Atu, the three of them took the flowers from the side door to the small hall, there was no wind outside and it was very stuffy, but the small hall was cold and swishing, the air conditioner was turned on so fully, not afraid of freezing people?

Although it is a temporary design of the mourning hall, the preparation is quite sufficient, the stage of the small hall is full of plain flowers, and the white flowers of the nearby flower shop will not be empty by the student union in advance, right? No wonder we can't buy it!

The red curtain on the stage was replaced with a black gauze, and a long table was placed in the middle, on which was placed a recent half-length photo of Bai Li, in the photo, she smiled skillfully, her eyes were like two curved semi-circular moons, and there was a deep dimple, such a sound and smile, it is not an exaggeration to say that it fascinated all beings, and I couldn't help but take a few more glances as a girl. Alas, what a pity.

Although it is a mourning hall, there is no coffin, and Bai Li's body is not in the morgue of the police station at this time, but should be waiting for cremation in the funeral home.

Therefore, around the stage of the small auditorium, in addition to the flowers, there are all photos, single photos of Bai Li on various occasions, those who sit on the ground and read a book, those who look up at the sun on the campus lawn, those who hang their eyelids and fall asleep between classes, those who practice the piano seriously in the piano room, and those who work in high spirits at the event site of the student union...... The beauty of different angles, I wonder if these photos are from one person? Or was it taken by a different person? It's all art photography.

There is a photo of Bai Li leaning on the railing, raising her right hand and making a V gesture, looking at the camera, which successfully caught my attention, and I always feel that Bai Li in this photo seems to be a little different from the other photos, but what is the difference? I won't be able to say it for a while.

Ask for collection, ask for click to follow, and also ask for recommendations and rewards, so will it be a little greedy (the table wants to slap the face, and I want to sell cute rice by my face in the future).

Tomorrow Sunday afternoon at 14:00 there will be a classification push, everyone give a little force, maybe I will add more, waiting for you to make an appointment~~~