The next day.

The weather is good, the wind is beautiful, and the birds outside the house are squeaking, as if to say, today, is another day full of vitality.

Baker went out about half an hour after Barbara and Erin left.

Yesterday's incident, Baker didn't pay attention to it at all, the reason is still that reason, the tricks that can't be on the stage are not worth mentioning in Baker's eyes.

Arson is self-immolation.

In a small supermarket in the Quds neighborhood.

Baker searched the liquor counter for a while and couldn't find a bottle of Blanton single cask bourbon.

I looked at the label.

Not bad.

Baker took out two bottles from the shelf, and his eyes flickered slightly, as if he saw something, and his eyes looked to the right.

No one.

It's just a pile of shelves with a lot of children's toys and looks fluffy.

Baker raised an eyebrow and turned to walk towards the cash register.

The cashier's woman was also an acquaintance.

Also high school classmates.

Baker frowned and rummaged through his memory's high school database.

The cashier with long brown curly hair looked at Baker who came out of his arms: "Lydia, we went to high school together, and Josie and I were in an interest group. ”

Baker sighed, stopped rummaging, and said to Lydia, "I'm sorry, I haven't been back for a long time. ”

In the past, he used to go and return quickly, and in the past nine years, he has not been able to come back for twenty hours in a year.

Josie?

Baker suddenly thought of something, handed over a Franklin sheet, and looked at Lydia with a smile: "So, Lydia, will you happen to know where Josie lives?" ”

Baker, of course, knew about Josie's home in the past.

But......

Changed.

Lydia took Franklin, smiled politely at Baker, handed over the change, and said to the person behind her, "Next." ”

Baker was stunned.

The next second.

Baker shook his head, well, it seems that this female classmate should have been on the invitation list nine years ago.

Out.

Baker got into the car with his sunglasses, put two bottles of bourbon in the passenger seat, and set off from memory to a flower shop in the neighborhood.

A bottle of wine was bought for his father, and his mother, Serra, loved flowers, which Baker would prepare in New York every time he used to come back.

This year is the first time to prepare in the Holy City.

Soon.

The florist in memory has arrived.

Thirty-two!

Baker looked at a number carved into the wall of the flower shop not far away, which he had carved when he and his first girlfriend came to ask about the price of the flower shop's transfer.

It's still there.

Baker stopped the car, then looked at the bright beige classic car parked on the right side of the flower shop, walked over and greeted Mr. Shalier, who was in his seventies.

Mr. Shaliye was stunned for a moment, and then saw Baker who took off his sunglasses, and directly snorted coldly, putting on a look of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Baker smiled and walked towards the flower shop.

in the store.

A gentle lady with blond hair and blue eyes came to the cabinet with a pot of flowers, and then saw Baker entering the flower shop.

Baker frowned.

Josie ignored Baker, who entered the door, and said with a smile to the old lady in front of her, Mrs. Shalier, "Nine dollars in total, Mrs. Shalier." ”

said.

Josie said to the work-study girl at the cash register next to her, "Judy, can you hurry up and help me move out the flowers that Ms. LeBron ordered?" She's coming over in the afternoon. ”

Sixteen-year-old Judy responded: "Of course, I'll go right away." ”

Josie thanked her.

Baker looked at the layout of the flower shop next to him, it was different from what he remembered, and the layout of the shop was not the layout he remembered.

And the shopkeeper is not Mrs. Quinn who speaks loudly but has a very gentle personality in his memory.

Not much.

Baker was once scolded by Madame Sullier for being an idiot, and then, with a smile, followed Josie back to the flower shop.

Just now Baker just used his gentlemanly demeanor to help move the flowers, who knows how thankless.

Josie went back to the store to rearrange the flowers.

Baker looked around, "So, you're working here?" ”

"This is my shop." Josie corrected and glanced at Baker: "About five years ago, after Lady Quinn passed away, I bought this place, I told you, my ideals. ”

Baker had nothing to say, only to pretend to be amazed and wowed.

So......

After all, it has become a mom-and-pop shop, but the person in charge of going to the city every morning to buy flowers is not Baker.

Josie looked down and fiddled with the flowers in her hands: "Yes, Beck, I still did some things after you abandoned me, and, yes, after you left, a lot of people in the town were reborn, and many people were old, and my mother died, you know?" ”

Baker was silent for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know." ”

After all, after he left at that time, he still listened to his sister Erin's words, and if what he did back then was exposed, the angry black guys would not only storm the Holy City, but also push it to the ground.

Baker said, "Sorry, I don't know. ”

Josie was happy, put down the flowers and plants in her hand, and looked at Baker with a playful face: "Didn't you notice, in the past nine years, no one, I mean no one in the Holy City has ever told the media that the billionaire investors on Wall Street have ever lived here, and no one has told the lace reporters who came here to inquire about your life here, elementary school, junior high school, high school, not a single classmate posted a photo of you at that time on Facebook or on the photo wall, Why do you think this is the case? Baker? ”

Baker looked at Josie, who was looking at him with a strange and calm look, was silent for a while, and shrugged: "Because I abandoned you." ”

Josie shook her head: "Baker, because you abandoned all of us that day, the whole Holy City, no one mentions the story of you being here because, in the Holy City, we all support each other, we are a big family, we are very loyal to each other, but after you didn't say goodbye that day, you don't belong here anymore, Baker!" ”

There was a pause.

Josie lowered her head again, no longer looked at Baker, and said in a light tone, "If you can, please leave." ”

Baker touched his nose, turned around, and then looked back at Josie, who was looking down at the flowers and plants after saying this, and opened his mouth: "If I can, I like to buy a bouquet of forget-me-nots." ”

Forget-me-not.

It was Baker's mother, Serra's favorite, and thankfully, the forget-me-not flowers bloomed from March to May, which may have been a beautiful coincidence, and if it were in July or August, Baker might have considered building a greenhouse to deliver the flowers every year.

Josie glanced up at Baker, then turned and handed Baker the forget-me-not flowers that had been wrapped in the cabinet.

Baker put down a Franklin, took the flowers, and prepared to turn away.

……