"Those birds left two pieces of bird poop on the windshield," Song Yan thought about his crying and laughing expression. The so-called house leak coincides with overnight rain, which is the case.

Wen Lu laughed heartily, "The car is Lu Yaocheng's?" ”

"Yes," Song Yan laughed along.

Wen Lu thought that the acquaintance between them should be mutual appreciation in the shopping mall, but she didn't expect it to be such an interesting thing.

"What about Lu Yaocheng's expression?" She wanted to know.

She guessed he must have pulled his face and looked serious, and then called out to Xu Ke.

"Expressions?" Song Yan only cared about apologizing at the time, so much that he didn't notice so much, "My brother was sitting in the back seat at the time, and I didn't see it clearly." ”

"What? Lu Yaocheng was still in the car at the time? Wen Lu was immediately defeated by Song Yan's IQ.

Thinking about stealing things from other people's cars, I didn't even find out in advance what was going on in the car.

"It's the first time I've done this kind of thing, and I'm inexperienced," Song Yan explained, "I thought I'd make me pay for the car wash, or find someone to beat me up in a fit of rage, but he saw me embarrassed and timid, pulled out the paper in the car, wiped the windows of the car, and asked me why I wanted to steal." ”

Wen Lu really didn't expect that Lu Yaocheng's gentleness really came from his bones.

At that time, Song Yan thought so much, and when he saw such a "Yasasi" (Japanese: gentle) person, he naturally felt warm in his heart and cried out uncontrollably.

He is such an honest person, and after crying bitterly, he told all his experience.

The birds flapped their wings a few times and cooed a few times.

For the first time, Song Yan felt that even his own birds were laughing at him.

Lu Yaocheng sent him home and left his contact information.

"I searched the Internet for my brother's information, and it turned out that he is too good. I especially admire him, he became my idol, and then I begged him to take me to do projects together," Song Yan finally found a little direction in life, and the relationship between him and his father gradually eased.

Coincidentally, Song Yan's original major was quite right, it was not difficult to learn, and he gradually tasted the fun of it, and the incident of raising birds was left behind by him.

When she arrived at the flower and bird market, Song Yan took her to a shop with a familiar car.

The decoration of the store is very magnificent, with several large pots of welcome pines and giant pothos at the door, and all kinds of birdcages hanging under the wooden porch of classical decoration, or graceful or classical, and all kinds of birds in the birdcage are chirping, jumping around in a small space.

Seeing that Wen Lu had been staring at a yellow bird, Song Yan stepped forward and introduced, "This is a canary." ”

"This is the canary, huh?" Wen Lu didn't expect it.

"Canary, also known as hibiscus bird, white jade, jade bird, white swallow, body color is yellow, white, orange, bronze, etc., among which white feathers, red eyes are the most precious, this bird is the name of the gold expensive, in fact, it is not difficult to raise, chop some vegetable leaves, give some millet, it is very easy to raise," Song Yan learned the canary's call to tease the bird.

"This name is really bluffing," aren't people like her just "canaries" in other people's mouths?

"Go in and take a look, the flowers in this store are also famous," Song Yan urged.

The two came in together, and Wen Lu found that there was a hole in the store.

In the corners of the wall are large potted dragon's blood trees, peace trees (cinnamon), money trees, tiger pill orchids, etc., and small potted plants are neatly placed on rows of neatly arranged shelves in the store, including Guanyin bamboo, daffodils, hyacinths, copper money grass, and phalaenopsis......

Sending the medicine and running to say hello to the boss was almost, Wen Lu walked around, and felt more and more greedy, and even had the urge to buy it.

There is an antique couch in the innermost part of the room, on which there is a small square table, and a set of tea sets is placed on the small square table.

Song Yan and the boss sat on both sides, the boss held a big smoking gun, squinting and spitting white mist.

The boss took out a hand-long pipe from there, which was shiny reddish-brown and shiny, and pushed it to Song Yan.

Song Yan picked it up with great interest, loaded the tobacco in the box next to him, ordered it, and tasted it intoxicated.

The first time Wen Lu saw Song Yan smoking, and it was this old-fashioned pipe. In my impression, Song Yan never had a trace of smoke on his body.

The two seemed to hit it off at first sight, and Wen Lu stood far away and couldn't hear what they were talking about.

Heavy smoker.

She couldn't smell the smoke, so she ran out as if she were running away, and sat outside in a rocking chair to breathe.

The boss watched the girl who came with Song Yan run out in disgust, and he laughed, "Young man, your girlfriend doesn't like the smell of smoke!" ”

"'Don't, boss, don't get me wrong, she's not my girlfriend," Song Yan quickly explained, this kind of thing can't be said nonsense.

The boss had a deep meaning in his eyes, and continued with a smile: "It's been five years since you left last time. You've never been here once, and you've come back for the first time in five years with you—"

The boss didn't continue to say it explicitly, leaving half of the suspense.

Song Yan put down his pipe and explained seriously, "You also know, I worshipped a very capable brother, she is my sister-in-law, and she can't talk nonsense." ”

"Oh?" The boss was amazed at how clumsy he was.

"At that time, I was going to worship Master, and she is my Master today," Song Yan touched his head, remembering that when he said this, his father's face turned green. He later realized that if he really worshipped his brother as a teacher at that time, then his brother would be the same generation as his father, which was too embarrassing.

The boss smiled happily, "You are one of the few people I have ever seen who can say that you can take care of your heart in the matter of raising birds," the boss knocked on the ashes, "You can restrain your greed and desire, as the saying goes, 'no desire, you are strong' is a person like you." ’’”

"I'm not 'just without desire', I'm 'content and happy','" Song Yan said, taking a sip of tea.

Song Yan knew his position, and he also knew what the boss meant when he said it to him.

often follows Lu Yaocheng's side, is used to seeing dogs and horses, and is used to seeing real money, so it is inevitable to lose his mind. Take Wen Lu as an example, what a beautiful woman, who is not tempted, but Song Yan understands that some things are not easy for people to touch.

Lu Yaocheng dared to hand over Wen Lu to him in such a grand manner, and allowed this kind of "solitary" interaction between them, that was to trust him, and Song Yan naturally had to be worthy of this trust.

"Young man, I don't think you're really stupid sometimes, you're pretending to be stupid, pretending to be confused, and you've fooled a lot of people, right?" The boss asked with a smile.

Song Yan was silent, and said stupidly: "No, I'm really stupid, really." ”

Wen Lu was swinging a rocking chair outside the store, and the noisy chirping of birds was in her ears, but she didn't feel irritable, and looked around, when suddenly a pot of Xiangfei bamboo caught her attention.

Of course, what caught her attention was the flower pot containing Xiangfei bamboo. The blue and white pattern of Mao Lan is atmospheric and not exaggerated.

Wen Lu glanced at it, ran into the house excitedly, and asked the boss: "How much is the flower pot of Xiangfei bamboo at the door?" ”

"Yo, the girl's eyesight is good," the boss took a puff of cigarette, untied his crossed legs and went to the ground, and followed her out, "This is the most valuable product in my store, and you found it at a glance." ”

There are a lot of blue and white flower pots with the same pattern in his store, and she can recognize the valuable goods at a glance.

Wen Lu didn't want to fight so much, but simply felt that the blue and white flowers on it were not so dense, and it was very comfortable to look at.

"The auxiliary pattern is a bracket cloud, imitating the style of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, although the basin is not valuable, but this pattern is the masterpiece of the master of the official kiln," the boss took a breath again, it was rare to meet someone who was destined, and he was in a good mood, "How much do you want?" ”

Wen Lu pondered, "Twelve or thirteen like this." ”

"So much?" The boss didn't expect it.

Song Yan walked out and patted the boss on the shoulder, "This little thing, brother, you can handle it, right, the price is not a problem." ”

The boss was a little embarrassed, "I have a maximum of eight in stock." ”

Song Yan hooked the boss's shoulder and took him to the other side, "Boss, we are all old acquaintances, you tell me the truth secretly." ”

The boss glanced at him, took a puff of cigarette, and spit out a puff of white mist in silence.

Looking at Song Yan's appearance, it was inevitable, the boss wanted to go around for a while to raise the price, but Song Yan didn't seem to want to waste time at all.

"Boss, there are twelve of them, you quote a price," Song Yan said bluntly.

The boss looked at him in disbelief, "I sell a flower pot for thousands of dollars, how much do you calculate for yourself?" ”

Song Yan chuckled, "You are a flower pot with tens of thousands, and someone pays the bill." ”

His meaning made the boss look at him suspiciously, Song Yan hooked the corners of his eyes to the side, and the corners of Nunu's mouth, "It's hard to buy a thousand gold and smile......

The boss suddenly smiled clearly, "Then I won't raise the price, adult beauty." ”

"Something will happen," Song Yan patted the boss's chest appreciatively, turned to Wen Lu and said, "Twelve are ready." ”

"So fast?" Wen Lu was still puzzled, didn't she just say that there were eight in stock? She turned her puzzled gaze back to her boss.

The boss hurriedly explained, "Curry eight, isn't it enough to add these four?" ”

Wen Lu looked at the lush Xiangfei bamboo growing in front of her, "Can they survive if transplanted like this?" ”

"Yes," the boss said categorically, "you haven't raised much flowers when you look at the girl." On weekdays, I have to loosen the soil for them, but transplanting does not affect them. ”

Song Yan saw that Wenlu was still hesitating, and felt that it was not necessary, so he said directly: "I even bought these bamboos together." ”

"Good, good," the boss said.

Wen Lu nodded.

Song Yan discussed with the shopkeeper and sent them back for free, because the four pots still needed to be transplanted, so the two tentatively scheduled to send them back in a few days.

Wen Lu looked up at the time, found that it was still early, and turned around and asked Song Yan, "Thank you for helping today, how about inviting you to dinner?" ”

"Okay, I'm not a picky eater," Song Yan said honestly, he had consumed too much in the previous meeting, and he needed to replenish his energy at the moment.

Wen Lu got in the car, searched a store at random, reported the address, the place was a bit remote, Song Yan opened the navigation and drove all the way.