Ten minutes later, Ling Li gently knocked on Nan Zhiyi's door, only to find that there was a security lock attached to the door.

She said cautiously: "Teacher Nan, can you let me in?" ”

Nan Zhiyi started a nerve: "It's too late, it's not convenient for lonely men and widows, you can just hand it to me through the crack in the door." ”

Ling Li was extremely aggrieved. Nan Zhiyi guarded her like a female pervert, obviously the wrong target.

She imagined that after she passed through the wall, she grabbed his neck and shook it violently, and then yelled in his ear: "It's Lu Xiaoxiao who covets your fierce face, not me, hey!" ”

It's a pity that she is not a Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain, so she had no choice but to hand it in through the crack in the door to pack the box, and she had a little flattering expression.

Nan Zhiyi took the box with a smile on his face: "Don't think that a box of dishes can buy me, if you want to inquire about the news, there is no way." ”

With that, he slammed the door shut.

"I ......" Ling Li, who was almost hit by the door on the tip of her nose, looked aggrieved.

Nan Zhiyi in the door was in a good mood with the lunch box, even through the door, he could feel her deflated aura.

I wasn't hungry just now, but when I smelled the aroma of food, I was really hungry.

Nan Zhiyi opened the food box and ate it, and found that there were more green vegetables in it, and there were not a few slices of meat, but it was quite his appetite.

He couldn't help but laugh.

Fan Mei, a good child, is actually quite cute, especially when she pleases people, she obviously comes with a purpose, but she is thin-skinned and has no courage to say it directly, and her mouth is stupid and she won't say it around the bend, and her twisting and pinching appearance is very funny.

And this time, looking at her sad face, it seems that she can't get out of the fog, and her head is about to break, and she seems to need some hints.

The next day, Nan Zhiyi knocked Ling Li up early in the morning, with an interested expression on his face: "Let's go, follow me to the flower and bird market." ”

Ling Li tossed and turned all night because of Mu Chenghua's sudden appearance, and Nan Zhiyi ate the food she paid tribute but kept the conversation secret, and she was a little sulking.

Looking at the seven and a half o'clock displayed on the mobile phone screen, he retreated into the room and shrank on the sofa without saying a word, hugged the pillow and frowned: "My feet hurt, don't go." If I hadn't been really hungry, I wouldn't have wanted to walk yesterday. ”

Nan Zhiyi rolled his eyes: "It hurts a fart!" Did you go downstairs more than once last night, and after 12 o'clock you jumped downstairs to eat kebabs, and your feet hurt? ”

Unexpectedly, the behavior of not being able to sleep and greedy for the skewers opposite him, and couldn't help but go downstairs to secretly eat a few skewers was also exposed, Ling Li felt a little weak.

However, she immediately continued to shake her head with a straight face: "It's cold outside, don't go." ”

Nan Zhiyi still didn't buy it: "I allow you to wrap the dumplings in gray and black, just take out the down jacket like a big plastic bag yesterday and put it on!" ”

Seeing that Ling Li was unmoved, Nan Zhiyi immediately changed to a threatening expression: "To go or not?" If you don't go, I'll tell you about your eyes crying into peaches! Oh twice! ”

His elongated tail note made Ling Li immediately think of his own troubles, and hurriedly threw the pillow on him, and then covered his ears: "I have no face in front of you for a long time. Anyway, I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm just not going, I'm going to sleep. ”

Glancing at Nan Zhiyi's expression as if he was about to go crazy, he added the reason succinctly: "Don't, I was almost beaten yesterday, I'm afraid of going out with you and being in danger again." ”

This is completely a strong word, yesterday's game, as if Ling Li himself was a pig teammate, and Nanzhi was injured and was forced to sign an IOU of two million.

But she couldn't take it back after saying it, so she had to secretly bury her head and hide her somewhat empty expression.

The fan girl, who has always been obedient and well-behaved, is stubborn, and Nan Zhiyi, who is good at messing around, has no idea.

He scratched his hair and changed his face again: "Let's go, Fan Girl, this is the largest flower trading market in the Central Plains, it is said that there are many flowers, and there are a lot of rabbits, rabbits, turtles, and hamsters, don't you little girls like cute little animals the most?" ”

Without waiting for Ling Li to find an excuse to continue refusing, Nan Zhiyi took out a bunch of keys from his clothes pocket and shook it at her: "Let's go, I found a hotel and rented a car, let's drive." Also, maybe I'm in a good mood and might reveal some news from last night to you? ”

The hand in front of him dangling the key, the fingers were slender and clean, the nails were neat and clean, and it was so delicate that it did not look like a man's hand, but there was a very obvious bruise on the back of the hand.

Suddenly remembering the stick he blocked yesterday, she finally relented and compromised, and replied reluctantly with a bitter face: "Okay, go and go back quickly." ”

Sitting in the co-pilot of the car, Ling Li looked sideways at Nan Zhiyi, who was driving a serious car, as if he felt that something was wrong.

The car was on the road for several minutes, and she finally came to her senses, glared at him and asked, "Do you know how to drive?" ”

Nan Zhiyi replied with a disgusted and contemptuous expression, and then continued to look straight ahead, holding the steering wheel with his hand easily, and said, "I found that you love to ask knowingly." ”

Ling Li was a little frantic about his peace of mind, and finally suppressed the urge to scratch his face and asked him, "Last time I went back to Nanxi, didn't you say that you couldn't drive?" ”

He still had a begging expression: "To make it clear, my original words were 'I don't have a driver's license', not 'I don't have a driver's license', and you didn't ask yourself." ”

Ling Lizai carefully analyzed the difference between the words in his mouth, and once again found that he had been tricked by him.

For not having a driver's license, normal people will understand that they don't have a driver's license, but he prefers to interpret it as not having a driver's license.

When encountering such a person who was crooked out of the galaxy, Ling Li didn't want to argue with him for a word at all, so he directly changed his indifferent face, fresh and clean all day.

"The flower market is facing one side, and the eyes are bright. The baskets were sold into the city and divided into thousands of embroidered pavilions. ”

Half an hour later, Nan Zhiyi shook his head and finished reading an unknown poem, turned his face to look back at Ling Li with a surprised face, and said, "How about Fan Mei?" It's an eye-opener. ”

She has fallen into the sea of flowers and can't extricate herself, her eyes wander in the flowers that converge into the ocean in front of her, and her nose is also full of fragrance of various filaments, only to feel that her mood has become colorful, and she is gradually excited.

Compared with the quiet greenhouses in Haidong, this flower market is vibrant, noisy and lively.

Moreover, she had never seen so many flowers, so many that the bundles of colorful flowers, as if they were made of plastic, without the delicacy of flowers, were stacked on the ground in boxes and piles, and then carried by carts or forklifts to other places.

Not only are there many flowers, but there are also a lot of people, just like a vegetable market, and the bargaining is endless.

Thinking of the cold outside, and then looking at the colorful eyes in the market, Ling Li pulled the sleeve of Lan Nanzhiyi, and said in a trance: "This is really the Central Plains, not the South?" ”

Nan Zhiyi poked her head lightly: "If you don't learn, you can't do it!" This is the largest flower market distribution center in the Central Plains, with more than two million tons of fresh cut flowers coming here every day. ”

Then he took off her backpack and threw it to her: "Carry it in front, there are many thieves." ”

An hour later, Ling Li held a large pile of dried flowers to her chest, with a silly smile on her face.

Nan Zhiyi shook his head: "You bought so much, how can you bring it back?" ”

Her eyebrows are still crooked, and her eyes are like a beating star: "Aren't you driving a car?" ”

Nan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, and then poked the top of her head: "I mean go back to Funan!" ”

"Oh." It took at least ten seconds for someone who was half a beat slow to muffle back.

However, he still held the pile of flowers and refused to let go. Pink and white roses, a touch of perfume lilies, and a little purple forget-me-not, are all flowers that she likes very much.

The most important thing is that it is cheap, colorful roses can be weighed by catties, perfume lily is tied for 20 yuan and brings two buds, carnation for 1 yuan, and forget-me-not 10 yuan a kilogram......

The price of selling a flower outside, you can buy a handful here, and a few dozen yuan will be exchanged for a pocket that you can't hold quickly, even if you can watch it for a day, it is also full of good mood.

Nan Zhiyi looked at her indulging in flowers and couldn't extricate herself, and looked down on her: "In the morning, you still said that you can't come with a hard mouth, what is the result?" I see that you bought so much to make a nest! ”

Ling Li didn't reply, buried her head and immersed herself in the beautiful fragrance of flowers, and raised her head in a few seconds with a look of intoxication: "Roses smell good." ”

It was rare for her to take the girl's route, but she didn't get Nan Zhiyi's good face, and directly poked her heart: "What a rose, this is the moon season!" A real rose can be as ugly as you. ”

Then he pointed to the flowers of different colors and reported the names of the flowers: "Botti Shirley, Newman Sisters, ......"

Suddenly, his eyes widened and his face was full of astonishment: "A pile of bargains mixed in with a cut flower Juliet!" This can also be missed by you, it's really a fool to be a fool. ”

Ling Li sank his face in one sentence, and he didn't want to continue on this topic.

This is a nasty ghost who likes to poke people's pain points, and if she says a few more words, I'm afraid she will pull out the theory that "flowers are the genitals of plants" to hit her!

On the way back, Nan Zhiyi drove the car, but was unexpectedly silent.

Ling Li looked at his unusually quiet appearance with dark eyes, and felt as if the painting style was wrong.

When you don't know him too well, you can occasionally see Nan Zhiyi's occasional cold arrogance. However, as I became more and more familiar, I realized that this person's style was extremely changeable, but he did not have the characteristic of "high coldness".

Today's play, it took nearly three hours to visit the flower market, and even breakfast was in a hurry, shopping around, she bought a lot, but he didn't seem to be interested in anything, and returned empty-handed.

With the industrious behavior of the southern god, he can't wait to sleep for twenty hours a day, and getting him up early is like going to take half his life.

It is said that in order to catch the morning plane before, Tian Zhengyan directly carried a piece of ice and threw it into his neck to succeed, how could he be interested in giving up hibernation and taking her to the flower market?

Could it be that Mu Chenghua came to the door yesterday and stimulated his biological clock disorder?

Ling Li was still confused, but Nan Zhiyi opened his mouth first: "Did I tell you that my grandmother is a flower farmer?" ”

"Huh?" She opened her mouth slightly, a little surprised.

"My grandfather died early, and my grandmother raised my father by planting flowers alone, I am three or four years old, and she is still selling flowers to subsidize the family."

As he spoke, he drove the car smoothly, both in his expression and in his voice, so that Ling Li couldn't hear what kind of emotions this paragraph contained.

The two brothers of the Nan family are more than ten years apart in age, and it can be inferred that Nan Zhiyi's parents must not be young when they gave birth to him.

Therefore, when Nan Zhiyi was three or four years old, his grandmother was afraid that she was in her sixties.

should be at an age of recuperation, but he is still working hard to raise flowers, and there seems to be a hidden story behind this.

She was still waiting for the following, but Nan Zhiyi closed her mouth again and didn't say a word.