2017.1.19-14：56

The time is clearly displayed on the phone.

Ling Bai rubbed his eyes and confirmed it for a long time before realizing that he was not dreaming.

Rewind to 10 years ago.

He stood up and looked around, his surroundings inexplicably familiar. The neatly placed flower pots, green plants, dried flowers on the cash register, Buddhist scriptures, and even the mobile phone with a broken screen in his hand are all the same as in memory.

"On January 19, if I remember correctly, someone will come to the door tomorrow to negotiate the transfer. Ling Bai frowned, and the powerful heart quickly accepted the fact of crossing or being reborn.

This must be the plot of being reborn and turning the tide to save the flower shop, otherwise why would it be reborn back to this node.

Ling Bai walked out of the flower shop of less than 20 square meters.

The afternoon sun was slightly warm, and the street outside the door was filled with a bucket truck by a sanitation worker pulling a bucket truck past him, and soon a large cloud of dust was raised.

The sanitation of the farmer's street is still so dirty and messy, and littering is a normal and justified thing in this small town.

"It's just that I suffer from the sanitation workers who have a monthly salary of only 600 but go out early and return late. Ling Bai shook his head, but suddenly laughed again, what qualifications did he have to sympathize with others now?

On the glass door of the flower shop is a piece of A4 paper, which reads, 'Transfer at a low price, give 10,000 free, and intend to call Mr. Ling at 186****4045'.

"It should be changed to Boss Ling here. ”

Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting Ling Bai's thoughts. He glanced at the screen of his phone, which showed a crooked array of unfamiliar numbers.

"Hey, hello, I'm Ling Bai, who one?"

"Hey, Mr. Ling, hello. I'm the staff for your good insurance to delay your ......."

"No, don't buy, thank you. Ling Bai directly pinched off the phone, pushed the door and walked into the flower shop.

The cashier is an ordinary desk from the Internet, I remember that it cost a hundred yuan, I simply assembled it myself, and I made do with it temporarily, but I didn't expect it to be hard for half a year. The quality is good, and now I should be able to give a good review.

Ling Bai sat down, ready to open the shopping software to add a review, and then discuss with the customer service whether he can cash in the praise rebate promised half a year ago. No sooner had he unlocked the broken screen than his gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of the newspaper on the table.

The title in red block letters reads - Qingcheng Thunderbolt Palm vs Bagua Fire Stick, the battle of the small heavenly realm!

When will the front page of Qiancheng Daily report martial arts things?

Ling Bai froze, put down his phone, picked up the newspaper and glanced at it.

- At three o'clock in the morning last night, the two masters of Qiancheng who were promoted to the small heavenly position fought in Zhangjiang, according to the picture transmitted back from the scene, the martial arts instructor of this station, Mr. Jin, who is also in the realm of the small heavenly position, pointed out that the two used two rare martial arts skills of the Bagua Fire Stick and the Qingcheng Thunderbolt Palm.......

Martial arts?

Ling Bai picked up the newspaper and said to himself, "Now even the Qiancheng Daily can be pirated?"

"Waiting for the lights to stare at the stool ......."

The Nokia classic ringtone rang, and Ling Bai picked up the phone.

"Don't buy a house, don't borrow money, that's all. ”

As he spoke, he was about to cut off the boring harassing phone calls again.

"Wait, Mr. Ling, are you going to transfer the store?" a warm middle-aged male voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Cousin, don't mess with your cousin's phone. Ling Bai scolded at the air in front of him, and quickly picked up his mobile phone and put it on his ear, "Hello, I'm Ling Bai, is there something wrong?"

"Hello Mr. Ling, I saw on the transfer of Qiancheng that you want to transfer the flower shop, right?"

"Well, yes. ”

"It's the same as what is written in the post, is it really 10,000 yuan?"

"That's right, Tong Su is not bullied. ”

"Okay, I'll come to you tomorrow morning at ten o'clock to have a look, and we'll talk about the next step if it's appropriate. ”

"What's your last name?"

"My surname is Wang. ”

.......

Hanging up the phone, Ling Bai made a note on the number, and couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart. The 'Deep Cold Flower Shop' was opened by him half a year ago with all the savings on his card, and because the store is remote and next to the abandoned monk's temple, business has not been very good. He had thought about moving to the city center, but he couldn't give up the store - this was the only thought his parents left him.

When he was an eighteen-year-old adult, both parents disappeared and their whereabouts are still unknown. Ling Bai relied on the financial support of his grandparents while completing college through work-study. After graduating, he returned to Qiancheng, feeling confused about life, he resolutely chose to use the store left by his parents to open a flower shop, on the one hand, to take care of his elderly grandparents, and on the other hand, to wait for his missing parents to return.

Sighing, Ling Bai glanced at the bank information in the text message, the balance displayed on it was still an embarrassing 2680.5 yuan, and it did not grow infinitely because of his crossing. In fact, he can completely not transfer the store, he doesn't have to pay the rent, he only needs to pay some water and electricity bills every month, and he can barely support it, but the elderly grandparents have worked hard all their lives, and he has to make their old age more comfortable no matter what.

"Anyway, now that I'm back, I can't let this be a regret. Ling Bai clenched his fists, got up and began to sort out the items in the flower shop, many flowers have withered, he is going to prune them and make them into dried flowers, and then sell them at a low price.

The profit of dried flowers is several layers higher than that of flowers, so even if the business is cold, he does not have to worry about the cost loss caused by the withering of flowers.

"Lao Bai, has the flower shop been transferred? I've already found a job for you. There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, followed by an old-looking young man pushing the door open.

Ge Xin is one of Ling Bai's sworn friends, with a good family background, his father is the director of the town's police station, and he is also a police officer in the station.

"You don't want me to come to you as an assistant police officer, do you?"

Ge Xin was wearing a brand-new police uniform, looking full of energy, he shook his head and smiled, "When will there be an unpredictable prophet?" I said hello to my father, and it happened that the town was also going to recruit a group of auxiliary police, so I recommended you. 2500 basic salary + performance, five insurances and one housing fund, and the most important thing is that there is still a chance to become a regular job. But then again, it's not a back door, you have to do a fitness test. ”

"How can I serve the people with my body?" Ling Bai pointed to his thin body. The 183 is only 60kg tall, which is typical of the type that can be blown down by a gust of wind.

"Why is there so much nonsense? I've already signed you up, and I'll let you know when it's time to test. Ge Xin came up to Ling Bai, lowered his head, and whispered: "If you change your position, you will have the opportunity to go to the city for further study and learn advanced martial arts, do you want to guard this store for the rest of your life?"

Martial arts.

Ling Bai couldn't help but glance at Ge Xin, the pirated Qiancheng Daily on the table couldn't be stuffed by this guy, right?

Ge Xin was a little hairy by Ling Bai's staring, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't look at me with your idiotic eyes, like a psychopath." ”

Isn't it? As a servant of the people, God is chattering, and there is no proper form.

Ling Bai knew that he had good intentions, so he didn't want to say anything, so he had to accept it verbally. Ge Xin left in a hurry, saying that there were still tasks to be carried out in the institute.

"What other mission can there be than patrolling? It's like catching a criminal. Ling Bai reluctantly put away the iron scissors and looked at the chrysanthemums that were already a little dry in front of him. Chrysanthemums are not suitable for dried flowers, some people taboo this, and now there is still some time before Qingming, it seems to be useless.

He picked up the whole handful of pruned chrysanthemums, pushed the door open and walked out into the street.

Uncle Zhang, who opened a noodle shop in the shop next door, walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, and when he saw Ling Bai, a smile appeared on his face. "Xiao Ling, I said that you can transfer this store to me, and I will give you 15,000, and the rent will be calculated separately. He glanced at the handful of yellow chrysanthemums in Ling Bai's hand and muttered, "What a pity that you kid want to throw flowers again?" ”

"Do you want to send it to you?" Ling Bai's mouth rose slightly, and he handed the chrysanthemum to Uncle Zhang's eyes. "My store has bad feng shui, so you don't dare to take it when I transfer it to you. ”

Uncle Zhang waved his hand again and again, what kind of thing is it to send chrysanthemums, he is still in the prime of life. Hearing Ling Bai talk about feng shui, he shrunk his neck, nodded thoughtfully, and said: "Who said no, next to the broken temple with waste incense, can feng shui be good? Look at the shop on the right side of the broken temple, good guy, I heard that the boss has two more dead in his house." ”

The nonsense was stunned by what he said was a demon and a monster, and Ling Bai couldn't help but be a little speechless. Isn't birth, old age, sickness and death the norm, and feng shui is not at all compatible.

Uncle Zhang took a deep breath of the cigarette he was holding in his hand, looking melancholy.

"What are you worried about, what does it have to do with you. Ling Bai gave him a disdainful look, turned around and walked to the trash can in front of the store.

"Why don't you take the flowers to worship the Bodhisattva? It can be regarded as offering some incense, Nanshan has opened a new temple, I heard that it is a doctoral student who graduated from the University of God, and the old spirit ......is bright," Uncle Zhang was still chattering in the back.

Ling Bai held Huang Ju's hand in the air and turned around and walked towards the ruined temple next to him. It's a pity to throw it away, he hasn't burned incense and worshiped Buddha over the years, and it's not bad to make a wish in front of the door occasionally.

"Xiao Ling, where are you going? This broken temple is not bright, you have to go to the temple presided over by doctoral students, feed ............."