Then the next second, she saw a figure in a store...

Is that?

Before she could see clearly, the figure was gone.

Qiao Zhiyan shook her head.

Was that Gu Jinchen just now?

Or did she see it wrong?

Forget it, whether it's or not has nothing to do with her.

Retracting her gaze, Qiao Zhiyan threw the empty milk tea cup in her hand into the trash can, then turned around and walked into the elevator and walked out of Jingdegong.

As soon as she walked out of Jingde Palace, Qiao Zhiyan was blocked by a little girl who was buying flowers.

The little girl was about five or six years old, with short brown curly hair that looked like a basket of flowers, and her white dress looked a little old, and the skirt was stained.

There were clear tears on her little face, but her smile was incomparably bright, and she was holding a handful of loose roses and several bundles of packaged roses in her arms.

"Pretty sister, buy a flower!" said the little girl with a smile on her innocent little face.

Looking at her big eyes full of anticipation, Qiao Zhiyan couldn't bear to refuse, she squatted down and stroked the little girl's hair: "Okay, how did you sell this?"

"Five dollars a flower, can you buy more pretty sister?" said the little girl, brushing the flowers in her arms.

Qiao Zhiyan looked at it, pointed to the red roses and said, "Then I'll take a bouquet of this!"

The little girl nodded excitedly, took out the roses, and handed them over with a smile: "Na, Huahua is for you." ”

Qiao Zhiyan was infected by her smile, and after showing her smile, she took out fifty yuan and handed it over: "Give you money." ”

"Pretty sister, wait a minute, a bouquet of flowers is nine, and I have to find you five dollars!" said the little girl, who was about to look for money.

"Why don't you look for it, get me another rose!" Qiao Zhiyan stopped.

"Okay. The little girl said and took out a delicate rose and handed it over.

Qiao Zhiyan took it, closed her eyes and sniffed it, and then held it up in front of the little girl: "Na, give it to you." ”

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and then quickly shook her head: "No, no, no, you bought it." ”

Qiao Zhiyan nodded: "Yes, I bought it for you." ”

The little girl looked at Qiao Zhiyan for a long time, hesitated for a moment, and then took the rose with a smile: "Thank you, sister." ”

"You're welcome. When Qiao Zhiyan was about to speak again, two couples next to her came over: "How do you sell children's flowers?"

Seeing the situation, Qiao Zhiyan stood up, exited the crowd and left with confidence.

When she was a child, she heard a fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen--- little girl who sells matches.

The ending of the story made her cry at a young age, and the comments later in the story made her secretly make a decision, and when she met a little girl selling matches in the future, she would definitely help her.

After many years, she has never met the little girl who sells matches, but she has met the little girl who sells roses. Looking at her messy curls and unclean dress, she knew that the little girl's family was not wealthy.

came out to do business at a young age, and the family must have needed this income very much.

So, if you happen to have a cup of water to quench your thirst, why not share half a cup with her?

After walking a long way, when Qiao Zhiyan turned around, the roses in the little girl's arms had been sold out, and only one was left in her hand.

It's the one she gave me!

Qiao Zhiyan smiled, came to the side of the road, saw the red light on the opposite side, and stopped. Wait for a red light.

During this time, she raised her head and looked around casually.

Then the next second, her eyes were attracted by a black Maybach not far away waiting for a red light.

In fact, to be precise, it was not the car that attracted her, but the people in the car...