The plum blossoms bloom in the first month, the apricot blossoms come in February, the peach blossoms bloom happily in March, the roses bloom on the windowsill in April, the gardenia is as white as frost in May, the lotus peanut pond in the moon, the pomegranate flowers are red like fire in July, the osmanthus flowers are ten miles fragrant in August, the chrysanthemums are blooming in the moon, the epiphany flowers are planted in October, there are no flowers in the winter moon, and the snowflakes fall down at night, and float down ......"

This little song is the theme song of a TV series, and after many years, I don't know how many people can remember it.

At this time, it is the season of May gardenias, and on the corner of a quiet and clean street, someone is gently humming this tune. The sound of the humming tune was a beautiful female voice, coming from the humble little bookstore around the corner of the street.

With the sound of stiletto heels stepping on the ground, the little song also broke abruptly.

Mo Shu, who was dressed in a plain black sè suit, gently brushed the red sè hair on his sideburns, smiled slightly, and apologized to the young girl leaning against the door: "I'm sorry, please continue." ”

Zou Leilei turned her head and flattened her mouth, she was very cute, and wanted to show a trace of grievance, but she became a girl-like naughty: "Interrupt my husband, how can you compensate me?"

Mo Kill was stunned for a moment, her heart had always been direct, she thought about it, frowned, and said, "It's not okay to accompany the little master." ”

Zou Leilei grinned, flexed her index finger, and gently tapped Mo Kill's beautiful forehead with a naughty smile, then took Mo Kill's hand, and went back to the small bookstore with affection, a bald monk walked out of the bookstore, hugged the heavy wooden door, and closed the bookstore.

The bald head wore ordinary clothes. It's not like a monk, with his head down, but Rao is like this, and his crystal like jade jaw betrays his true appearance.

With a burst of cheers. A large group of young girls rushed out of the side alley, took various cameras and identification books and began to sprint towards him.

The breath of youth, the aroma of fat powder, and the seductive green gaze, the bluffing monk flashed and rushed into the bookstore, leaving those little girls with aggrieved faces crying without tears, but they didn't dare to knock on the door.

No one noticed that the door of the bookstore was closed, and the monk had turned into a light smoke. Got in?

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Outside the bookstore, there is a nameless little yellow flower unique to the provincial town. It was slowly falling from the two-person tall tree, sprinkled on the heads of those little girls, and the little girls sighed and sighed, thinking that the little leaves are getting more and more cute now, why are they becoming more and more timid?

In the small bookstore, Zou Leilei was pulling Mo Shu to sit on the sofa, looking through the results of these two people's hard work. Lei Lei chattered non-stop. Pulling the red ground clothes of those flowers, the leather paper bags, and kept gesturing to Mo Killing, trying, the image has completely degenerated from the bright girl at the beginning to a young woman.

Of course, one day in the sky, not a year on the earth, please rest assured, Lei Lei is still just a wonderful woman in her early twenties. It's just that I have been a "mother" for a few years, and I want to hold a small bookstore and live as an adult and return to the old ancestor of Yuan Temple, so although my heart is still sparse, I can't help but be a little wordy. Young and beautiful, but inevitably a little aunty.

Oh, buy Kad, is it always so overwhelming that a woman's growth will always be like this?

"Oh, the bag I bought yesterday is pretty good. Zou Leilei stood up, tilted her head slightly, admired Mo Shu, who was a little overwhelmed and carrying a red sè bag, and grinned: "But the word is quite like foreign wine, which is not good." ”

Mo Shu glanced down at the little red envelope, raised his head, and said very seriously: "Louis Vuitton, not Louis XIII." ”

Zou Leilei stuck out her tongue and smiled awkwardly: "You know that I rarely buy brands, maybe it's fake." ”

Mo Kill has always spoken very little, and when he traveled with Yi Tianxing in the past, he often popped out a word for a long time, but Zou Leilei's infectious power of this little master is really strong, and it actually makes Mo Kill, who cherishes words like gold, become much better at talking than before, although she still feels cold when she speaks, but after all, she can accompany her to talk about some very trivial topics between women in the small bookstore.

Ye Xiang stood in the corner, smiling and watching Zou Leilei chatting with Mo Killing, admiring this female bodhisattva in his heart.

It's good that he doesn't laugh, this smile, Zou Leilei suddenly found the object of ridicule, walked over with a grin, put his hand on Ye Xiangdi's bare head and touched it delicately for a long time, and asked: "Xiao Yezi, you have more and more admirers, it seems that you have deliberately maintained a sense of mystery in recent months, which is very helpful for image improvement." ”

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Mo Shu was suddenly quiet at this time, but he was suddenly stunned, and seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and then he saw that the little master was touching his uncle's bald head, although he felt that this action was a little indecent, well, some women said something, but she was able to escape the entanglement of the boring master, she was optimistic, so she quickly kicked her high heels and rushed into the kitchen like a gust of wind.

Ye Xiang's neck was stuck in place, and he didn't dare to move in embarrassment, feeling the fragrant jade white greasy coming from the top of his head, and only dared to chant the Buddha vigorously: "I said Miss Leilei, the poor monk is not to improve his image, but he is afraid of those little female Bodhisattvas." ”

Ye Xiang has always enjoyed a great reputation in the area of Ink Lake in the provincial capital, and several junior high school female students around him all know that there is a beautiful monk who is not like a mortal in this small bookstore who sells books in the door, so there are often some little girls who come around to be.

Today's Pengfei Industry and Trade is already the leading private enterprise in the provincial capital, and Taiwan's Lin family is still making money, so this family does not need to open such a small bookstore to attract attention, but everyone has a tacit understanding that they have not made any changes, and they have not thought about closing this small bookstore.

Because this small bookstore was opened by Yi Tianxing, it represents the past of his place. It also represents an ideal life and attitude that Yi Tianxing once had.

Now that Yi Tianxing is far away in the sky, the people who remain in the world will definitely open this small bookstore, not for anything else, just to leave traces of Yi Tianxing when Yi Tianxing is not in the provincial capital. This point is particularly important for Zou Leilei.

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A burst of fragrance wafted over, and Chen Shuping walked out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes, and saw Lei Lei bullying Ye Xiang, and the expression on her face didn't know how much she knew. On the Gobi in the west, Chen Shuping saw for the first time the unfathomable strength of Ye Xiang, the great Bodhisattva, a "dog" who was beaten in the face gnawed mud, and now looks at Zou Leilei, a seemingly ordinary woman. He actually said to "Bodhisattva: so disrespectful, no wonder he is a little unnatural."

Smell the fragrance. Zou Leilei turned around and smiled sweetly: "Teacher Chen, your craft has finally grown a lot. ”

After running away from Xiao Yi Zhu Qiao's family and going straight to the heavenly realm, the small bookstore was a little deserted, and the group of people from the Gu family saw that the situation had also stabilized, so they moved back to Gaoyang County. And the kitchen affairs that were originally dominated by the little fat man are now all handed over to Chen Shuping.

Chen Shuping replied with a wry smile: "The fish fried yesterday is still mushy, how can I have such a good craft, this is Miss Mo making the ground." ”

Whether it is a fairy or a god or a ghost, as soon as he enters the strange place of the small bookstore, the smell of people naturally increases, thinking that Chen Shuping was in the Jiang War, how cold and handsome he was, and how domineering he was. There is no trace of human emotions, and now Chen Shuping is wearing an apron and holding a plate. With a wry smile on his face, he looked like a man who was nearly forty years old, how could there be a trace of fairy flavor at all.

The small bookstore is open.

The father and son who did not have the surname Yi seemed to be silent at the dinner table, although Lei Lei still made some very cold jokes, and the other three people still tried very hard to put up a smile, but similar to what "the female driver drank in the car and asked her boyfriend why he was wearing a condom", this kind of slip of the tongue type semi-** joke is indeed easy to be cold.

Lei Lei saw that everyone's reaction was a little reluctant, so she coughed twice in embarrassment, and then began to eat tastelessly.

After eating, Zou Leilei moved a small bench and sat at the door of the small bookstore. At this time, it was the time when the gardenias were blooming in May, and the streets were full of women selling these flowers, and she took out three dollars from her pocket and bought a few from a woman, and then held them in her hands and sniffed them carefully, only to feel a faint fragrance straight into her nostrils, and she sneezed.

Like a prickly mole, she rubbed her nose, muttered a few words, and then looked up at the sky.

It's been almost a year, and she has developed this habit of looking up at the sky, and after Yi Zhu left, this habit has become even more fixed.

"Gardenia white as frost in May, lotus peanut pond in the moon, pomegranate red as fire in July, osmanthus ten miles in August, chrysanthemum in the moon bloom proudly, epiphany in October is planted for a hundred years, no flowers bloom in the winter moon, snowflakes fall down at night, float down ......"

She hummed a tune softly, overhead was a dark and deep blue sky, just at night, there was a big red near ink sè in the west, the stars in the sky had not yet begun to blink, even in the dead of night, in this provincial city with serious light pollution, it was difficult to see the sky full of stars.

The night sky seems very high and vast, and after looking at it for a long time, it is easy for people to have a feeling of being unable to focus and having an empty heart, as if they want to grasp something but can't grasp it.

"I don't know how the two of them are in the sky. ”

Lei Lei smiled slightly, the corners of her lips bloomed into a soft curve, and she stretched out her index finger and gently touched the vague moon in the night sky above her head, as if she was touching, as if she was knocking someone's forehead.

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"According to the senior brother's affection, as well as the little guy's ability, he shouldn't suffer too much in heaven. ”

Ye Xiangseng walked to Zou Leilei's side, followed her thin index finger, and cast her eyes on a corner of the night sky, the moon in that corner was like a girl gradually lifting the veil, revealing the bright face inside.

Lei Lei raised her eyebrows, and said indifferently, "I hope so." Then she turned around and was about to ask Ye Xiang why he dared to go out for a walk when it was not late at night, and suddenly when she saw Ye Xiang's dress, she couldn't help laughing.

Ye Xiangseng said aggrievedly: "My dress is really so funny?"

"It's really funny. Lei Lei endured it for a long time, and finally swallowed back the smile in her stomach, and said breathlessly: "You are a great monk, pretending to be a master of art, and your laughter is indeed much stronger than mine." ”

Ye Xiang has too many girl fans in the area of Ink Lake, so he has been going to the hospice all along, and he has been sneaking out in the middle of the night, but today it was only seven o'clock, and he came out, so he naturally put a lot of effort into dressing up.

I saw that this beautiful child-faced monk was wearing a black windbreaker and a European-style aristocratic hat with a thin brim on his bald head...... The most important thing is that he also hung a large sunglasses on his face.

Ye Xiangseng smiled bitterly: "I only know now that it is also a painful thing to learn from Wong Kar-wai to be cool." ”

Lei Lei looked him up and down to confirm that this sentence came out of his mouth, and couldn't help but purse her lips and smile, "You are becoming more and more like a bodhisattva, but more and more like a bodhisattva." ”

The former seems to be saying that Ye Xiang is in such a realm, and the latter is naturally Ye Xiangsheng, but now he is much more active and comfortable than before.

Ye Xiangseng pushed his sunglasses, glanced at her with clear eyes, and said, "Miss Lei Lei is still like Miss Lei Lei, which is the most enviable." ”

Zou Leilei waved her hand and said, "Come back early in the evening, I watched the saucer yesterday, I fell asleep in that chóngqìng forest, and I will continue to watch it later." ”

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Ye Xiangseng had already walked out a few steps, and when he heard this, he hurriedly turned around, and shook his eyebrows on his sunglasses: "I don't want to watch it a second time, and besides, there are some things in Guiyuan Temple tonight, and I may come back to sleep." ”

"Whatever. Lei Lei grabbed the white gardenia, stood up and patted her buttocks, and added with a smile: "But then again, if you want to go up, remember to tell me in advance, I'll let Mo kill the vegetables." ”