Sanwang waited for the woman to slowly open her eyes, let out a long breath, looked at everything in the room, and picked up her hand in confusion to look at it repeatedly, with a confused look on her face. She looked around again, nothing out of the ordinary, walked briskly, opened the curtains, pushed open the window, and the sunlight jumped in and shone on her face. She smiled sweetly, closed her eyes lightly, and took a big breath of fresh air.

Sanfu turned around and left.

No one will leave tears for tomorrow, and all the pain flows into the earth in the present. After a journey of sadness, I will always regain the courage to move forward.

When he returned to the store, Hu Zishuo surrounded Xiao Liang with all kinds of teases, and the poor little guy was overwhelmed by this nervous uncle.

Hu Zishuo nervously asked Sanwang, "Is this kid so sad that he can't smile?"

Sanwang glanced at him and said seriously: "He was scared by you to the point that the six gods were lost." ”

"Me?" he pointed to himself, "How could I be! I'm so sweet and loving!"

Sanwang shook his head helplessly, reopened the door of the store, and a strange feeling hit him. As soon as I looked up, sure enough, two compelling eyes flew from the second floor of the subway, it was the plainclothes policeman in a white shirt. Sanwang pretended to be casual, tidied up the flower stand at the door, and smiled at Hu Zishuo.

Hu Zishuo was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and stayed in the middle of the store.

"You.................. I actually laughed. He pointed at her.

When Sanwang walked in and passed him, he whispered, "There's a guy up there looking here." ”

He immediately understood, immediately spied on it, and said, "This person is so bold that he dares to face you with a color heart!" After speaking, he made the appearance of rolling up his sleeves and about to make a move.

Sanwang said lightly to him: "Look carefully. ”

He stopped his steps, stood behind the trellis and stared at the man for a while, and said, "It's such a figure." ”

Sanwang asked him curiously, "What kind of person is it?"

Hu Zishuo turned his head to look at her, and said with a serious face: "When you see this person in the future, you will stay away from him." ”

Sanwang approached him, stared at the man for a while, and said, "Is it so serious?

Hu Zishuo's figure flashed, and there was no trace of the person, only the aftermath echoed in the store: "Look at the little ghosts, I won't take them away today, I'll find a way." ”

"Master!" Sanwang shouted urgently, but no one responded, Fei Ge had already fallen to the ground obediently, and Xiao Liang also climbed into the snuffbox to doze off temporarily.

A figure obscured the light from the doorway, and sure enough, the guy came down from the second floor.

"I saw the sign on the door and thought you were off today. He said as he walked as he walked as if he knew the shopkeeper very well.

"It's just a nap. Sanwang's voice was very cold, not at all like he was about to open the door to welcome guests.

"This little nap?" he said, lifting the black outdoor sports watch on his wrist and looking at it deliberately.

"I open the door early in the morning, so I sleep a little when I'm sleepy. Sanwang pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and began to try to explain, or hide, simply lie. People are always like this, with the first lie, there will be an infinite number of lies.

A lie is a lie after all, no matter how beautiful she looks, she can't stand scrutiny, not to mention that she is not good at lying.

"Who do you seem to be calling just now?" his eyes looked around the store, not at all evasive.

"Oh, is there one?" Sanwang's tone was neither affirming nor denying, complaining that he had inexplicably accepted his words. He's not a guest, he's not a knower, there's really no need to bother!

"You don't seem to like me coming into your shop. As soon as this person opened his mouth, it was the kind of rhythm that directly wanted to talk to death.

"Hmm!" Sanfu unceremoniously admitted, after all, it was better to be careful to keep Hu Zishuo away from this person.

"Why?" he asked curiously, leaning over, and a light fragrance entered Sanwang's nose.

Sanwang took a step back to the side, keeping an appropriate distance, and looked at him. The corners of his mouth were narrow, and he said with a sneer, "Because I'm not your guest?" or should I buy a bouquet of flowers!"

Sanwang looked back at him faintly, that is, he was not annoyed, and he did not respond.

He replied to himself, "What kind of flower is more pleasant?" and his fingers pointed to the lily like the keys of a piano: "It's too fragrant." Then he turned to the rose: "It's too glamorous." He pretended to look around, and finally pointed to a tulip next to Tang Sancai's vase and said to me: "The tulips that are full of waiting to be released are the most charming." I don't know what color flowers will bloom on this plant, red is love, yellow is despair, pink is eternal, white is longing, or the rarest black. He shifted his gaze to me: "It represents the mysterious unknown." ”

This is exactly a black tulip, which has been planted for six years, and this year it has buds for the first time.

She thought that she was really a little fooled by him, his messy flower language was really unbelievable, and a big man could study these things. Suddenly, Sanwang had a flash of inspiration, or these flowers, he really gave them, of course, to girls.

What a "scumbag"! What a passion, despair, eternity, longing...... It seems that he has a lot of experience in hurting girls' hearts, and of course love words must be very routine. She was secretly labeling this person, but suddenly he looked back at me and said, "I bought this tulip." ”

Sanwang's face was quite ugly, and he said in a stiff tone: "Don't sell it." ”

"Huh?!" he exaggerated, turning to her again to protest, "The flower shop doesn't sell flowers?"

There was no doubt in his eyes, but a look of amusement as if he were playing tricks on a bird in a cage.

Sanwang secretly scolded in his heart, remembered Hu Zishuo's words, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "This flower is very rare and relatively expensive. ”

"Oh! I'm going to give it to someone important, and it's okay if it's a little more expensive. He said lightly.

"It blooms very slowly, and although it has buds, it may wither in a different environment. Sanfu avoided his gaze.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, raising flowers is a matter of fate, and it will naturally bloom when fate comes." ”

Sanwang raised his head, and for the first time, there was a little anger in his eyes: "That pot of tulips costs 3,000 yuan." ”

He gasped, and put his right hand half-clenched under his nose as if to hide a snicker: "It's really not cheap, but the price is fair." If it's a pot of pure black tulips, then I've earned it. ”

He took out his phone and said, "Can I pay on WeChat?"

"I only accept cash here. Sanwang finally found a reason to end the deal.

"Oh! I saw a bulletin board outside the door that said that WeChat payment was available. His cunning eyes showed a light of victory, and he said while paying: "Is this number your WeChat ID? How about I add it? In case I don't know how to maintain it, can I ask for advice?"

Sanwang looked at his white face, thinking to himself, how could such a neat boy have such a messy heart.

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Hu Zishuo later said that there is everything in the fate, and when it comes, it must be a fate that God has already predestined. The policeman attracted by the soul that walked in that night was destined to enter the life of Sanwang. As for where the wheel of fate is heading, it is not specified at this time.

In May, the southern cities have been hit by a heat wave, the weather is unpredictable, and a road is rainy on the left and the sun on the right. Always an umbrella in hand, rain or shine has nothing to do with it. The last time the police noticed a black umbrella, Sanwang always had to prepare a new umbrella and put it in a conspicuous place.

She walked to the convenience store next door to choose a folding umbrella, and after choosing a few of them, she felt that she didn't have the black umbrella she could. It's always hard to give up what you're used to, and people who are old will have this feeling - nostalgia?

The clerk enthusiastically recommended cheaper and cheaper umbrellas, and she was dizzy to see them, and these colorful umbrellas didn't look very pleasing to the eye. Sanwang shook his head at the clerk a little apologetically, looked into her eyes, and saw that the clerk was cursing with all kinds of resentment in his heart. Sanwang twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly, and Fei Ge shouted at the door and pulled out. It's not necessarily a good thing to be able to see people's hearts clearly!

Walking into the flower shop, Xiao Liang was lying on the table and scribbling with tea dipped in water. Sanwang was secretly surprised, and his face was silent: he could actually touch the real thing. Looking back at Fei Ge, he looked suspicious. Could it be that Phineas's tears activate something? Nothing like this has ever happened before. Sanwang walked over and was surprised, the place where Xiaoliang painted was the black glazed porcelain plate in the store. She hurriedly went out to look southwest, and sure enough, the rainstorm suddenly arrived without warning. Sanwang sighed and put the little ghost back in the snuffbox, he struggled to protest: "Sister is bad, sister is bad, I haven't finished painting yet!"

"This is not something you can draw. Sanwang replied as he poured the water off the plate.

"Liar. He glared with an angry expression.

"There are a lot of people who get wet from the rain you painted. Sanwang explained by staring at the rain god pattern on the plate.

"I don't paint rain, it's my mother. He said aggrievedly.

Sanwang looked sideways at him, and there was a crystal light rolling in the villain's eyes. She turned her head and said in a low voice, "You can't cry too often with me. ”

He lowered his head, did not speak, and when he raised his head again, the tears in his eyes were gone, and his face was stubborn and unconvinced.

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The phone ticked and a WeChat message popped up. Three forgot to glance at it, name: Gao Zhengnan.

I think of the policeman who bought flowers, and the name is not much better.

Sanwang continued to clean up the flowers and plants in the store, and the ringing of the message kept ticking.

There are two WeChat friends in total, and Hu Zishuo has always known that she rarely looks at her phone.

Then what you don't want to see, it's better not to touch it. In the past few hundred years, Sanwang has already developed a state of mind to get along with time, a few days, months, years, decades, and a hundred years. It's like a digital scale on a treadmill, she just needs to step over the past little by little, do what she is doing, and find a new address for the next decade. The occasional person or thing doesn't really need to be too bothered.

People who have been lonely for a long time will feel that the wind is docile, the rain is sad, the sun is joyful, and the sunset is vicissitudes. But forget what people are like.

Not long after the ringing of the message was paused, Mr. Gao Zhengnan stood in front of her.

He held up his phone and said, "I sent more than 20 messages, and you didn't reply to any of them." ”

Sanwang glanced up at him and continued to transplant a jasmine plant.

"Hey!" he crouched down, approached Sanwang and said, "Don't you even look at your phone?"

Sanwang leaned to the side, and the hot breath on his body made her feel very uncomfortable: "You should be able to see that I am very busy, and it is impossible to hold my phone in my hand twenty-four hours a day." ”

"But at least take a look, what if there's something very important?" he said quibbly.

"There won't be anything important that will be said on WeChat. Sanwang said calmly, while covering the soil with his hands.

"Ahh

Sanwang took off the rubber cover in his hand, stood up, looked back into his eyes and said, "All important things are because I feel important." For others, maybe it's really not that important. ”

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