"Students, please open the door, I am Li Linyuan from the student union, and I will ask the students who live on campus for advice. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Li Linyuan, the current president of the student union, heard this familiar name, and we immediately ran to open the door.

A tall and thin boy wearing a white shirt and jeans, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, stood in the corridor outside the door with a registration book, and when he opened the door, he saw three girls standing in the dormitory in unison.

"Student Li, you just said that you want to ask for advice, what is the matter?" Ah Tu was the first to speak.

is worthy of being the president of the student union, and the most frustrating thing is dealing with people, and he quickly organizes the language:

"That's the case, I believe everyone has heard about Bai Li's misfortune, the school has notified her family, our student union is going to hold a small memorial service to send Bai Li on her last journey, I want to invite the teachers and students who live in the school to attend the ceremony, can you go?"

Ah Tu looked back at us, and I thought that Bai Li was a cadre of the student union before her death, and many people in the student union should have dealt with her, so I could take this opportunity to learn more. So without thinking, I said, I'll go!

When Xia Chan and Ah Tu heard me say go, they naturally followed suit, and said that we should go too.

Li Linyuan bowed and said: "The mourning hall is located in the small hall of Campus A, and the memorial service starts at 4:30 p.m., thank you for coming to cooperate with the work of the student union." "The attitude is quite good, and the speech seems a little official.

Actually, we didn't do it to cooperate with the work, and we didn't just want to know who Bai Li usually came into contact with, after all, Bai Li was also our alumnus and senior sister, so she should have given her a ride.

Starting at 4:30 p.m.? Then let's go out for a walk after lunch, find a flower shop and buy some flowers by the way, and we can almost go directly to the small hall to attend the memorial service.

However, it turned out to be an occasion like a memorial service, Ah Tu, your ripped jeans with a small cross tank top are not suitable, Xia Chan, your skirt is a little short, you can walk outside, and it is not good to go to the memorial service.

Looking down at myself again, I didn't bare my chest and legs, and my clothes were normal, but this bright goose yellow didn't seem to be too dignified, so it was better to change into plain clothes.

So, the three of them learned that Suosuo had finished changing his clothes for half a day and went out for lunch in the dark.

At the south gate of the campus, I picked and chose to enter the Fat Qiang small noodle restaurant, and there was a table of diners eating inside, looking like students from Y University.

I didn't see the boss who claimed to be fat and strong, only the waiter and the chef leaned against the cash register and watched TV, and saw the three of us entering the store and hurriedly came to greet us.

Hey, there is also food in the small noodle restaurant? I thought I was just eating noodles. I ordered fried shredded potatoes, vinegared Chinese cabbage, shredded chicken with salt and pepper, and a red pestle egg drop soup, which was almost enough for three people.

Taking advantage of the time to order, I asked the waitress girl, "What about your boss?" Why didn't you come today? ”

The little girl was teased by me, so she naturally recognized it and said, "Brother Qiang went to find Master Zheng, do you have something to do with him?" ”

I smiled: "It's okay, just ask, hurry up and place an order for the kitchen to make it, please pour us three glasses of water, thank you." ”

The little girl turned around and quickly served us three glasses of water, and went into the kitchen with a handwritten list.

Xia Chan looked at her back, turned his head and asked me, "Is this little girl very familiar with you?" casually revealed the whereabouts of the boss to you, aren't you afraid that strong brother will fire him for squid? ”

"It's just familiar, I've come to this store to eat before, and her boss wants to introduce a master to me." I replied to Xia Chan while holding a cup and drinking water, and said in my heart, Niu You think too much, I think this small noodle restaurant will be like those big companies, and if you accidentally reveal the whereabouts of the boss, you will be punished by training, and even be expelled.

Ah Tu lowered his head and swiped his mobile phone there, I turned sideways to see that this thing was playing a small game on WeChat, similar to ice and snow elimination, I also played it before, and was ridiculed by her for playing such a brainless game, but now she is hooked on herself, and she doesn't care at all.

The small noodle restaurant has fewer diners and is naturally fast, three dishes and one soup are quickly served, the dishes are fried well and the next rice, we asked for three bowls of rice, Xia Chan ate more Sven, and deliberately went to wash the handle before eating, I and Ah Tu are not so particular, haven't you washed your hands in the dormitory? The food was delicious and the appetite was good, so I ate as many vegetables as I could, and the dishes on the table were quickly wiped out.

After burping and asking the waiter to pay, the little girl looked at Xia Chan and said to us, "The beauty has just finished paying." ”

Ho, I said I didn't wash my hands in the dormitory, why did this girl wash her hands again? It turned out that she secretly paid the bill, Xu heard me say that she was looking for a job to make money, and she secretly remembered it in her heart.

Moved, Ah Tu raised his head from the screen of his mobile phone and asked the waiter:

"Do you have flavored yogurt in your store? Bring me three bottles, I'm in for a treat! That breath, the breath of the local tyrant came to his face.

The little girl naturally didn't understand what Ah Tu meant, and replied very seriously: "We don't have yogurt here, can Vitasoy be?" ”

"Little sister, Vitasoy is too low, let's drink yogurt, if you don't have it, go to the store outside to buy it." After speaking, he winked at me and Xia Chan, stood up and walked out, and out of the door of the small noodle restaurant, the three of them looked at each other and smiled.

Ah Tu, this guy, don't look at the usual nerves, sometimes his mind is also very delicate.

We walked around for half a day, ran several flower shops, and didn't find any white chrysanthemums for sale, let alone white chrysanthemums, not even white roses, white lotus, gardenias, and other plain flowers, and what red roses, perfume lilies, starry sky, even champagne roses, and blue enchantresses are there. It's not Valentine's Day for 365 days a year, and I just want to step on a few bad reviews.

At the traffic light in front of me, I suddenly remembered that the owner of the small noodle restaurant, Fat Qiang, gave me a black bronzing card, so what master doesn't sell amulets and magic weapons around here, maybe among the sacrifices he has there, there are flowers to be used in the memorial meeting.

I took out the card from the mezzanine of my backpack, and took Xia Chan and Ah Tu all the way to find it, and in the middle of the shops with various signboards, we really found such a place, there was no signboard, the black mirror door face, and a big Taiji diagram was inlaid on it, and if you looked closely, there was also a gossip diagram embedded in it, what kind of new gameplay is this?

Entering the store, the small storefront, which was full of dazzling displays, and hung with all feng shui, ritual utensils, etc., there was a young man wearing a Taoist robe standing behind the counter very energetically, and he was not very enthusiastic and asked:

"Three beauties, do you need gods, or do you want dates?" Not-so-standard Mandarin, Hong Kong compatriots?

I couldn't help laughing, but I still didn't laugh out loud, and asked and gestured:

"Handsome guy, we don't want gods and jujube people, we just want to ask if you sell the kind of flowers used in the memorial service in the store?"

Ah Tu stabbed me behind him: "This is Hong Kong people speaking Mandarin? Why can't you straighten your tongue? ”

The guy didn't care about our ridicule, and still insisted on answering in non-standard Mandarin:

"Some have some of them, but they are tied to Yilou, and your brother goes up the spicy fruit stairs." He leaned back 45 degrees and shouted upwards:

"Master, there are three beauties who want to buy white chrysanthemums." Fluent and fluent Cantonese, the tone is quite good.

At this time, I noticed that although the store is not large, there is still a stairwell hidden behind the shelves, and I can't really find it outside if I don't look closely, and there are some thangka-like paintings hanging along the stairs, as if the second floor leads to a different world.

Hey, there's a little more to this shop.