Did Zha Gong get kicked today?

Ye Zeyun drove behind Wen Tingjun, watched people get in and out of the car, and got out of the car and followed them, watching the other party obviously look energetic when he first left the hospital, but suddenly became dazed when he got out of the car In a daze, he went upstairs mechanically, opened and closed the door.

Leaning against the railing, Ye Zeyun dialed the phone: "Your Junjun, don't want me to take him home. I watched him get into the car and enter the house before I prepared to go back."

Yan Mingfeng, who was pleased by the words "jiajunjun", had smiles in his eyes.

Then he asked nervously, "How is his spirit?"

"It's a bit silly, as if the soul flew out of the body." Ye Zeyun thought for a while and added, "It's not like this when I just left the hospital. I was in good spirits when I got in the car. After I got off the car, I saw people lost their minds. "

Yan Mingfeng's smile slowly disappeared, and he knew why.

"Thank you, you should go back and rest early."

"Okay." Ye Zeyun raised his eyebrows.

……

In the dead of night, Wen Tingjun, who hid in the quilt in panic and tears stopped, recalled the encounter with Yan San, and he realized that he and Yan Mingfeng had actually regarded him and Yan Mingfeng as two people in his heart.

But this friend hasn't been together for long, and now he has dissipated because of him. Even though he knew that one day he would be fused by himself eight years later like "myself", he didn't expect that he would be fused so much because of him. quick.

Will there still be Yan San's figure on Yan Mingfeng's body?Thinking in a daze, the hands of the small alarm clock on the bedside had tilted to more than four o'clock in the morning. Finally, Wen Tingjun, who was extremely sleepy, closed his eyes and fell asleep...

Yan Mingfeng on the other end did not fall asleep, sitting on the window sill with a burning cigarette between his fingers, looking lonely at the Wanjia lights outside the window.

I wondered whether Wen Tingjun would hide in the quilt and cry at this time.

He knew he had slipped.

When Ye Zeyun just said that Tengfei's business asked him to come here, when he was with Junjun in the hospital at that moment, his first reaction was indeed that he didn't want to come and wanted to be with him.

Later, he thought that he didn't necessarily want to see him when he woke up, and he remembered Wen Tingjun's red eyes, clutching his collar tightly.

He thought that leaving might calm him down a bit, but he didn't expect that after waking up, Jun Jun would call him and ask him about Yan San.

But now he realized that he cared so much about him, just because he couldn't hear his indifferent voice, he said everything about Yan San without thinking.

Didn't Zeyun say that Junjun got out of the car and went home in a daze, Yan Mingfeng thought insomnia, when he goes back this time, he should apologize.

The knot with Junjun must be untied, and what happened to Yan San must be made clear that it was not his fault, lest he blame himself, even if there is a fault, it is his own fault.

He loves him, and Yan San also loves him, they are one person, and they love him with the same heart.

……

"Stop the car." After the business negotiation, Yan Mingfeng, who successfully won the cooperation, looked at a rose shop passing by the car, and immediately shouted.

Suddenly he remembered Wen Tingjun who said he didn't like white roses, but when he put the flowers in the vase on his table, he didn't throw them away...

Hard-spoken and soft-hearted, he still likes white roses, with a smile in his eyes.

The car stopped, and Yan Mingfeng walked to the front of the store, where a large number of brightly colored roses were placed in plastic buckets, waiting for someone to trim and dress them up.

Yan Mingfeng looked at the white roses in a daze, and then saw a bunch of green roses, which were being held by an old man carefully trimming the excess branches and leaves.

He had never noticed that roses were green, so he was a little curious for a while, thinking that Junjun likes white roses, would he also like green ones?

He stepped forward and asked, "Old man, this green rose is very rare."

"It's okay, it's okay." The gray-bearded old man said with a smile, "My wife likes roses, and I opened this flower shop for her just to make her happy."

"This green rose is not rare. It is actually the same flower as white roses, pink roses, and red roses. It's just that the number of flowers they send is different from their respective flower language, which makes them unique."

"The number of flowers? The language of flowers?" Yan Mingfeng repeated.

"Yeah." The old man touched his big white beard and said with a warm smile, "you are so young, why don't you have any romantic cells? You don't even know the language of flowers, have you never sent flowers to your girlfriend? .”

Yan Mingfeng was a little embarrassed, he didn't have a girlfriend, but he did have a boyfriend.

Then remembered that Wen Tingjun liked white roses, and couldn't help asking: "I have a friend who likes white roses very much. Can you tell me what the flower language of white roses is?"

The old man smiled and said: "Generally, people who like white roses and give them to others must like or value that person's existence very much, and they must work hard for the person they like. White roses symbolize innocence, purity, and the language of flowers." It is also beautiful, and generally means: I am good enough to match you."

Yan Mingfeng was stunned, his lips trembled slightly, but he didn't utter a word in the end. He remembered the scene when Wen Tingjun asked him for a white rose for the first time.

The young man's eyes were full of longing, what did he react at that time, oh, he casually nodded in agreement, ordered a bouquet of white roses, and promised to spend his birthday with him at night.

Then on Junjun's birthday, he released his pigeons, and accompanied his friends to the bar for a night of drinking, and the white roses were delivered to him only on the second day of his birthday.

At that time, there was grievance in his eyes, but he still smiled at him contentedly. At that time, he only thought that this person was very well-behaved, he was not noisy, and he would not be troublesome if he stayed by his side.

It was also after receiving the flowers that day that he suddenly worked hard to learn all kinds of knowledge, and the lights in the study room could sometimes stay on until early morning at night.

His heart ached sharply, full of distress for Wen Tingjun, who had neglected Junjun so much.

At that time, Jun Jun must have worked hard to be worthy of him.

But he regarded his hard work as a tool to curry favor with him, and even despised him at first, no matter how much he learned, he couldn't compare to Xiao Bai.

He slapped himself hard on the face: "You are such a bastard!"

The old man with the white beard was taken aback, "What are you doing?!" The man in the clothes looks like a human, can't he be crazy?

"Sorry, I thought of some stupid things I did." Yan Mingfeng also knew that he had lost his composure, so he adjusted his facial expression and smiled softly.

Looking at the fresh and strange green roses: "What is the flower language of green roses? I want to buy some as gifts."

Hearing that he wanted to buy flowers, the old man instantly put aside the thoughts in his head.

He became more spiritual and enthusiastic, "You have a good eye. The flower language of the green rose is mainly: the innocent love that only exists in heaven, which means that I only love you."

"Young man, are you giving it to your crush or your lover?" the old man asked suddenly.

"Is there any difference?" Yan Mingfeng was a little embarrassed.

"I don't make black-hearted money. I sell flowers according to my personal situation. Of course, I'm more happy if you buy more."

"If you have a crush on someone," the old man smiled, his eyes full of kindness, "Young man, you can send seven green roses. The flower language of seven green roses is—I love you secretly."

It is rare to meet someone who affirms his slow nagging, the old man smiled kindly: "Generally, people who send green roses to express their love, if they really like flowers, must understand the language of flowers, and they will definitely respond whether to accept or reject, or the other party does not understand the language of flowers , but people who are also interested in you will definitely be curious about how to send green roses instead of red roses and yellow roses, so they will definitely look up green roses."

"You have already sent seven green roses. As long as the other party is not a fool, I will definitely understand your intention after checking the number of words and the flower language of roses."

Yan Mingfeng's eyes lit up, and he asked shamefully, "I want to buy it for my lover, so shouldn't I buy as many green roses as possible?"

Looking at the young man in front of him speechlessly, the old man sighed: "The language of flowers is generally composed of a fixed number of flowers, and different flowers represent different meanings. All the language of flowers generally consists of no more than ten flowers, like ordinary people sending flowers. If you give a large bunch, it may be understood that you love her very much."

"Since you gave it to your lover, she will definitely understand." Xiao Xiao boasted.

"However, in the eyes of people who have nothing to do with you, you will be a nouveau riche..., child, I suggest that you consider your own economy and your actual needs when buying flowers in the future." The old man reminded him kindly.

"Yan Mingfeng smiled and was very grateful. A businessman likes to sell as many goods as possible, and this old man is really kind." Thank you. "

"Please, give me a bouquet of seven green roses, I want to give it to me, love." Thinking of Wen Tingjun, Yan Mingfeng's face was as gentle as the warm wind in spring.

"Okay." The old man responded cheerfully, selling flowers to the young couple who admired each other, just as happy as when he was saving money to buy flowers for his wife when he was young.

……

The plane skimmed slowly over the clouds.

In the first class cabin, the man sitting near the window attracted many people's attention.

The eyebrows flew into the temples, the bridge of the nose was high and straight, the thin lips were tightly pursed, but the eyes were as bright and shining like stars in the night sky.

Young, handsome, and more importantly, the high-tailored clothes on his body, he is rich.

Some girls who just became stewardesses are moved and want to hook up, what if they hook up?

Not knowing what he thought of, the man slightly lowered his head to look at the flowers in his arms, the corner of his mouth suddenly bent, and the heart of the laughing person trembled.

Under the situation of seductive beauty, the first person to eat crabs stood up, "Sir, do you need me to do something for you?" A flight attendant with a sweet voice and a young age, tall and good-looking, The courageous one walked up to the person and asked.

The eyes are shining, really handsome!

Yan Mingfeng's eyes were on the green roses in his arms that were matched with gypsophila, and he didn't give a little to the girl beside him.

When I think of meeting Wen Tingjun, I feel very happy and full of joy.

And a little tangled, will he like green roses?Thinking over and over in my mind whether I like it or not...

The flight attendant, whose face was flushed, was a little embarrassed. This was the first time someone ignored her existence so much.

"Sir?" Was he distracted and didn't hear?After finding a reason for him, the unwilling girl repeated it again.

Listening to the girl's high-pitched words, Yan Mingfeng frowned, and finally raised his head.

The girl was overjoyed when she heard the man's voice as cold as a piece of ice, "You are very noisy."

The smile on the face froze instantly, and the eyes of the people sitting around also fell on the woman, and then on the man, and then they seemed to understand something, and the look in their eyes looked like a smile, which made the stewardess bite her lip , her eyes were red, she looked at the man aggrieved, but saw the man staring down at Hua'er again, not taking her seriously at all, there seemed to be laughter all around, the flight attendant trotted away in shame.

Yan Mingfeng thought about how to talk to Junjun after getting off the plane, how to please him, impress him...

The little episode just now didn't cause any waves in his heart.

There was a knock on the door, and Wen Tingjun got up from the bed with a tired face. School will start in a few days.

He quit his job, determined his future goals, worked hard to make money, and when he had money, he quietly left to travel around the world.

Leave Yanmingfeng behind...

Unexpectedly, Yan San "disappeared" because of his words.

The door was opened, Yan Mingfeng smiled and said softly, "Junjun."

When Wen Tingjun saw the person coming, he had a headache and wanted to close the door, but Yan Mingfeng quickly pressed his arm against the door.

Yan Mingfeng said urgently: "Junjun, I bought a bouquet of green roses, they are very beautiful, can you accept them?"

"I don't want to! You go! I don't want to see you now." His nose was a little blocked, and his tone was stuffy. It was because he came back that Yan San disappeared.

It suddenly occurred to his mind that his own existence had also "killed" his former self. Wen Tingjun felt even more uncomfortable, and stared at the person outside the door aggrievedly: "I hate you!"

"Don't hate me." The same childish Yan Mingfeng who was brought by Wen Tingjun's soft words looked at the tears in his eyes, felt very uncomfortable, and squeezed out words dryly.

"I hate you! It's all because of you, Yansan is gone!" Wen Tingjun said dazedly, "I feel a little weak, "No, I was at fault too!I am guilty too!It's what I said that made him sad that he merged with you... "

"It's none of your business!" Yan Mingfeng was a little anxious, looking at Wen Tingjun who blamed himself, feeling distressed and jealous, Yan San was only with him for a few days, Jun Jun already had his place in his heart...

"It's none of my business!"

"Go away!" Wen Tingjun glared at him angrily, trying to close the door with all his strength.

Yan Mingfeng was anxious when he saw it, and pushed the door open with a little force.

Because of the thrust, Wen Tingjun took two steps back before stopping.

His eyes were dark, his mouth was open and he was panting, and his throat hurt a little.

Yan Mingfeng saw the person standing on the floor with bare feet, shaking his head a couple of times with some discomfort, and then the whole person was about to fall limply on the ground.

Startled, he threw away the bouquet of flowers that he had been holding in his arms with care all the way, and hugged each other.

As soon as I hugged him, I found that the person who was only wearing a thin shirt had an abnormally high temperature. Is this, a fever? !

Yan Mingfeng immediately hugged him tightly and ran downstairs.

In the aisle at the corner of the stairs, in the camera of the mobile phone, the man watching the video had a cold and terrifying smile on his mouth.