When Zhang Xi passed by a flower shop, he was attracted by a few yellow tulips, and he could feel the warm color through the glass. Zhang Xi pushed open the door and entered, the wind chimes on the glass door remembered, and naturally sounded inside: "Welcome!" Excuse me...... Yes...... What do you need—strange! As a result, no one was found, and the people at the service desk looked around and lowered their heads. Zhang Xi came to the pot of flowers, one of the tulips made Zhang Xi the most happy, Zhang Xi reached out to take it, but just picked it up and fell down, and looked back to see that the spirit had gone away, it turned out that it was only by her side.

"Ding-dang-" The wind chimes rang again.

"Welcome! Is there anything you need? ”

A couple came in, very gloomy, wearing couple outfits, with a cute cartoon kid on it, a little boy on the boy, and a little girl on the girl. The boy was half a head taller than the girl, and the man pushed open the door to let the girl come in, and the girl saw the fresh tulips when she entered, and turned back to the man and said, "What a beautiful flower." But it's a waste to buy flowers, and they will wither and wither after a few days, what a pity! ”

The boy touched the girl's head and said with a smile: "It's okay, as long as you like it, I can buy it for you every day in the future, and then it will always bloom!" ”

The boy beckoned the shopkeeper to pick out a few tulips, and the best ones were also put inside, and the clerk simply bandaged them, leaving only the tulips in their true color.

The boy took it and handed it to the girl, who put it in front of him and sniffed it: "It smells so good!" You come and smell it, too. ”

The boy put his arm around the girl and kissed her on the forehead, and went out with the girl in his arms.

The flower language of tulips, the confession of love, Zhang Xi suddenly remembered that the flower that bloomed just right was originally intended to be taken down to the spirit, but it was powerless, but if it was in need, it was also very happy, and the spirit would be very happy when he received the flower, right?

Zhang Xi is not in a hurry to leave, the matter of flowers, should be slow and quiet, the store is fresh all kinds of flowers, always indispensable red roses, white roses, pink roses, French national flower iris, claw leaf chrysanthemum, etc., there are also bandaged, all kinds of dress together, different flowers have different combinations, there are different moods, but people don't care whether they want to, whether there is a contradiction, in short, they are together safely, pink in white, green in red, red in red, red in red, I don't seem to like monochrome together.

There are seats next to it, there is a price list above the service desk, and you can drink coffee, and it is not a full-time flower shop. Zhang Xi really wanted to order a cappucciruo, he hadn't drunk coffee for a long time, and he hadn't eaten or drunk for several days, and suddenly it occurred to him that if the spirit had touched it, he could touch it, and then the spirit could feed him? Haha, but that's an impossible proposition! It was a false proposition at first, but if it's nearby, it should be the same food, right? Another day, I must be invited by the spirit to eat, and I miss the delicious food in the world.

Zhang Xi sat down by the window, opposite a workbench, a girl, wearing a ponytail, wearing a coffee-colored apron, was looking intently at the artwork in her hand, carefully arranging flowers, gently treating each one that was chosen, choosing different collocations, it seemed random, but in order not to waste, try to make each one show value, including those green leaves. Cut the messy branches, spill some of the cut branches and leaves on the table, and the dew is also spilled. Wrap a layer of wrapping paper on the outside, tie a beautiful bow, put a card, and a heart is completed. For some effect, spray a little water, it turns out not dew!

Zhang Xi just watched quietly, he didn't care about the final flower, he only cared about the whole process of this flower arrangement, if it wasn't for the sale, the clerk might have done better. This is the best spice of life, satisfying the senses of sight, smell, and feeling. If you can arrange a bouquet of flowers for the spirit with your own hands, choose the best and freshest flowers, but beauty always does not last long.

Outside the window is the first floor of the square, not far away a man standing there, the mobile phone touched a bouquet of flowers, it didn't look very smooth, it can be seen from the expression, wiped his face with his hand, and the flowers casually touched the trash can next to him, but it's a pity that such a good bouquet of flowers! Some people are willing to send, some people are willing to take it, some people are unwilling to take it, some people have an address to send, some people don't even know the address of sending, some people send it before, some people want to receive it later, some people send it later, and some people are no longer there.

Zhang Xi saw that the spirit had come out and said goodbye to Cai Lan, it seemed that he was going back, but Zhang Xi didn't follow, why didn't he? Zhang Xi can't say why, probably there are people arranging flowers in front of him, I don't want to miss the painful moment of rebirth of these flowers, the roses are pulled out one by one to protect the thorns, if you like it, why do you care about these thorns?

Yin Yin people are in front of themselves, and they can be seen every day, but they still always miss them, and the heart of missing has always been there, just like a sealed letter, they have been eager to be opened, and they must be opened by the right person, otherwise the letter will be sealed even more dead, after opening, not only to read, but also to understand, if they can't understand, the letter will never be untied, the heart of longing will not be untied, and the heart of distress will not be untied.

Many people in the world are so greedy!

Zhang Xi followed the example of the clerk, selected flowers, and assembled a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his own mind. Not too long, not too short, not too blooming, not just buds, red roses, a little too cheesy, has been used too much, he must choose this season, the best time to come flowers, not more, not less, just a few simple flowers.

I remember that there were so many plum blossoms in front of my house before, so it should still be in bloom this season, right? The flowers on the tree looked more natural, and Grandma should have sat there in the evening with a stool and looked at the plum tree. I heard that my grandfather knew that my grandmother liked to run dozens of miles and find someone to ask for it, when it was opened in the first year, it was a time when it was snowing, my grandfather folded one and put it on my grandmother's head, pink and red, white snow Feifei outside the window, grandpa always praised the good looks, the flowers are also good-looking, and the people are good-looking! Grandma always said that there was no shape!

After my grandfather left, my grandmother always said when the plum blossoms were in full bloom, your grandfather came back to see me, this little flower, how handsome it is! But I probably haven't had any more snow like that after that!

Flowers are always accompanied by people's hopes, just like the yellow tulips in Zhang Xi's mind now, which are very perfect at this time, and they are suitable for handing over to the spirit.

"Yikes!" The female clerk on the other side covered her hand, and her fingers printed red blood, dripping onto the red roses. Put your finger in your mouth and suck it up, and take out a Band-Aid from the drawer under the table, which has been a regular occurrence, the roses are stained with a little blood, whether they are contaminated, or have they become a little bewitching red.