After everyone left, Gu Xi was alone in the empty auditorium, stunned for a while, and thought about life by the way.

Zhang Xiaohua, his little assistant, was holding a large pot of hyacinths with pleasing growth, and she was late.

White, with a little dense flowers, there is an illusion of prosperity and warmth.

Hearing that Gu Xi's funeral had ended, there was a trace of obvious frustration on the fleshy face of the little girl Zhang Xiaohua, holding the pot of hyacinths, standing in the center of the auditorium a little helplessly.

Gu Xi raised her eyebrows, and suddenly she liked the unreliable little assistant of the original body, and she felt sorry for this little girl: she could have seen her own male god, and was fortunate to be the second person who did not give chrysanthemums at Gu Xi's funeral.

"As long as you light the fire of life, you can enjoy life to the fullest."

Hyacinth's flower language seemed to be very appropriate for the occasion, Gu Xi spoke softly, and in the empty hall after the funeral, her voice seemed a little gentle and pleasant.

Zhang Xiaohua's little assistant was still puzzled: "Brother Xi, what are you muttering?" ”

After speaking, she sat next to Gu Xi with the flowers, and Xie Yi sat in the position before, and said aggrievedly:

"Didn't the funeral say that it would end at five o'clock, but now it's less than half past four, and all of them are gone."

Gu Xi blinked: "Speaking of which, you may not believe it, the position you are sitting in is exactly the position where your male god has sit." ”

Zhang Xiaohua snorted lightly: "Brother Xi, don't comfort me, how can my male god come to Xi Meiren's funeral, if he comes, it must be big news!" ”

Gu Xi raised his eyebrows and shook Erlang's legs: "Don't believe it!" You ran out early in the morning and didn't call me a taxi, just for this pot of flowers? ”

Zhang Xiaohua was very excited: "Just for this pot of flowers? What is it called, this flower is a high school classmate who asked me to engage in flower farming, and I finally got it! ”

Gu Xi praised: "It's amazing, it's autumn, and I can get you a pot of out-of-season hyacinths, it's true love." ”

After a pause, she smiled with relief: "I can think of giving Gu Xi a pot of hyacinths, you are also true love, if she lives, she must be very happy." ”

These words made Zhang Xiaohua suddenly feel a little sad, because Gu Xi would not have come back to life, and this pot of hyacinths to mourn could not be delivered in time.

There was a trace of heat on her head, Zhang Xiaohua looked up, and saw her beautiful little fairy, looking at her lovingly, and touching her head very gently.

Oh my God, her brother took the wrong medicine today, it's terrible!

"Can you give this pot of flowers to me?"

Gu Xi opened his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes were full of sincere smiles, and Zhang Xiaohua was stunned, Brother Xi was in such a good mood after attending someone else's funeral?

Inexplicably, Zhang Xiaohua always had an illusion: Brother Xi seemed to have a feeling of finally arriving at Lao Tzu's home field, and turning over and singing.

Sure enough, Gu Xi is an idol is coaxing her to play, and Brother Xi still cares a lot about changing his stage name to make his debut, but can we restrain it a little?

Holding the hand holding the flower pot, Zhang Xiaohua looked serious: "100 yuan." ”

"What?" Gu Xi amplified the volume, raised his hand and gave Zhang Xiaohua a brain jump, is he fat?

The little assistant immediately coaxed, shrunk his neck hehehe: "I've sent you to you, alas, I bought it for a hundred yuan." ”

Ruthless accusation +1: "The little assistant who doesn't pay his salary and has to post upside down, where can you find it!" ”

Gu Xi couldn't listen to it anymore, took out 100 yuan from his bag, and snorted lightly: "You may still not believe it, I asked your male god to buy flowers for this 100 yuan, he didn't ask for it, and now I will reward you!" ”

The little assistant's eyes lit up when he saw Qian, who didn't care who the male god and goddess were: "The male god doesn't want me, don't be afraid of being a fool if you have money." ”

Feeling sorry for Xie Yi for a second, Gu Xi stuffed the chrysanthemum in his hand into Zhang Xiaohua's hand, picked up the flower pot, and left Daming and the auditorium with great pleasure.