What to do if you are followed by a man

After two days of clearing, it began to rain again in Spring City.

Zhang Yanmo doesn't like rainy days, it's too gloomy, thick clouds are about to fall from the sky.

Most of the shops on the street are clothing stores, mixed with a few cold drink shops, and young people shuttle in them.

Zhang Yanmo's flower shop is located at the corner of the street. There are two small white characters on the dark blue plaque - "Flower Shop", obviously the owner is being lazy.

The store has a large floor-to-ceiling glass window, through which you can see the lush green plants in the store, various potted plants arranged in an orderly manner and clusters of flowers on the simple shelf in the middle.

It is next to the Revolutionary Memorial Hall, and next door is the side entrance of the Memorial Hall.Compared with the whole street, the store is much deserted. Occasionally, people who visit the memorial hall come to buy some flowers.

Zhang Yanmo was very happy, anyway, the main source of money was the nursery in the suburbs and the new varieties of flowers he cultivated, and the flower shop was just to make money and pass the time.

It's raining outside, and the adjustment of many plants in the house has been very comfortable. It's very cool without turning on the air conditioner.

In the morning, Guo Luoyu, another clerk who works in the nursery, brought two buckets of flowers, and Zhang Yanmo was handling them with a pair of small scissors.

He was holding an orange sunflower in his hand, and the scissors "clicked and clicked" to remove excess leaves and overly long flower stalks.

This is an ornamental sunflower. The whole flower is not too big, with many petals and one layer next to another. The flower disc in the middle is very small. When it blooms, it is as warm as a burning flame. warmth.

The young man lowers his head and concentrates on the colorful and messy flowers in front of him. The picture is very beautiful, and the serious side face is very charming.

Ruan Jia sat at the cash register, propped her chin and watched him work, while twisting a lock of hair and dangling leisurely.

After looking at it for a while, she got up and stretched, and complained: "It's raining so heavily outside, why did Brother Guo send it here? Thinking about it with my toes, I know there is no business today..."

As he said this, the person had already taken away the processed flowers, skillfully and meticulously sorting the fragrant bouquets into categories.

Zhang Yanmo regained consciousness from his empty head, his black eyes seemed to be looking at the red rose in his hand, but it seemed that there was nothing in it.

"It will bloom and thank you if you don't pick it off. It's good that you don't miss the flowering period. It's always useful to put it in the store." He said lightly, and inserted a rose with no leaves left into the empty glass bottle next to it.

Ruan Jia turned her head and said with a smile: "Then the boss, can you make some sachets for me?"

"Ah."

She continued to ask: "Should we go out to eat at noon? Why don't you order takeaway with me, your shoes will get wet when you go out."

"Go out and eat."

Except when the boss talks a lot when he is working and talking about flowers and plants, the rest of the time he is so reticent that it is hard to start. Ruan Jia has long been used to it.

"Then go now, there will be more people later." She was not surprised by Zhang Yanmo's decision at all, and ran to his side in two or three steps: "Let me do the rest, and I promise that I will take care of it when you come back." when!"

Zhang Yanmo put down the scissors to wash his hands with a "hmm", and said as he walked, "It's up to you."

Ruan Jia stared at the young man's back: My goodness, is there a more capricious boss in the world?Is there a more perfect job than this?No!

The heavy rain was torrential, and the raindrops hit the ground with a "slapping" sound, splashing countless small water splashes, and the rainwater at the door flowed like a stream in a hurry.

Zhang Yanmo stretched his long legs, stepped over, and walked into the rain curtain with a dark blue checkered umbrella, his back straight and straight.

The cool and moist air blows in, and it is inevitable that the trousers will be wet when hiding under the umbrella. There is only the sound of "squeaky" rain in the ears. Other pedestrians on the road are isolated, and there is a feeling of loneliness.

After walking for more than ten minutes, he was about to arrive at a restaurant he often visited.

When crossing the zebra crossing, Zhang Yanmo accidentally bumped into someone walking across, and a few drops of cold water splashed down his neck, making him shiver.

"Look at the road."

The other party was holding a big black umbrella, the umbrella was pressed down very low, and only half of the upper body was wearing a gray suit, and a pair of long legs underneath.As for the upper body and face covered by the umbrella, it is particularly fascinating.

Listen to his voice, it is a young man.

Zhang Yanmo was stunned for a moment, the man's tone was not so much accusation as correction, as if it was just to remind him not to wander while walking.

"Thank you." He replied softly, wiping the drops of water off his neck while raising his hand.

The man didn't stop, and passed by him with a long-handled black umbrella. The collision was just a trivial episode to him.

As if he had heard his voice somewhere, Zhang Yanmo continued to cross the road with doubts.

The green light is coming to an end, and people are huddled and walking on the sidewalk, stepping on the road surface covered with a thin layer of water, for fear of falling behind.

Suddenly, Zhang Yanmo's ears keenly caught a series of footsteps that were extremely unsociable.

"Tack, tick, tick..."

That's the sound of leather shoes touching the ground, because there is water on the ground, and when the feet are lifted, there will be a "cha" sound.

This person's footsteps are calm and unhurried, walking on the street as if walking in a leisurely garden, which is particularly different among the cluttered crowd.For Zhang Yanmo, there was still a strange sense of familiarity.

He turned his head quickly and looked around with wide eyes.At this time, the sound of "click" disappeared, and the passers-by who came and went looked at him strangely. The cars passed by on the road, and the street was as lively and ordinary as ever.

It was like a hallucination to hear the voice just now.

Zhang Yanmo didn't know whether to be thankful or disappointed, and walked forward with his head down, following the flow of people, with a rare look of confusion in his eyes.

Ping'an Restaurant is a very unremarkable small shop, the shop is not big, it can only accommodate six tables inside, but it is tidy and tidy by the proprietress, and the floor is polished and shiny.

It’s not the rush hour yet, and there are only two or three people in the store. The proprietress came over with a small book and said, “Xiao Zhang is here, what are you eating today? In the morning, Lao Liu went to buy vegetables before dawn. Of the wild crucian carp, there are still two alive and kicking in the kitchen!"

The proprietress is a kind middle-aged woman with a daughter who is in high school. Zhang Yanmo is a regular customer of the store, and she will usually keep a copy of any good things.

Zhang Yanmo picked a table and sat down, and raised the corners of his lips lightly: "Then, let's have braised fish in brown sauce, and another fried vegetable."

"Okay! I'll be right away." The proprietress wrote it down in her notebook, and went into the kitchen in a blink of an eye.

The two girls at the next table were muttering something, looking up from time to time, the man was so handsome, did he go to the wrong set?

Zhang Yanmo waited quietly on his seat, while using his mobile phone to browse technical analysis articles on flower and tree grafting.

When the food came, he put away his mobile phone and concentrated on eating. His movements were very gentle, which made the little girl next door reluctant to leave after finishing her meal.

Many people came to the store one after another, Zhang Yanmo quickly finished his meal, picked up his umbrella and left.

Back in the store, because of the previous incidents on the road, he was not very interested, so he made a pot of tea to relieve his boredom, and then stood by the window and watched the rain for a long time.

With Ruan Jia watching in the store, Zhang Yanmo acted as the shopkeeper and hid on the second floor to take a nap.

There is also a small yard behind the flower shop, which has been transformed into a glass room with shelves full of green plants, where you can watch the sky full of stars at night in summer.

The stairs leading to the second floor are at the back. There is a balcony on the side of the room facing the glass room. There is a sofa on it. Zhang Yanmo likes to read a book wrapped in a blanket in winter.

There was originally only one room on the second floor, but he used wooden boards to separate the corridor and the small warehouse. The remaining space was only enough for a single bed and a small desk.

But this is enough, just to rest at noon.

Zhang Yanmo's rest time must be sufficient and regular every day, otherwise he will suffer from migraines. Ruan Jia often jokes that he was born with the fate of a young master.

He has been living comfortably for more than 20 years, but his family is not very rich, at best they are well-off.When his parents were alive, they did not short him materially. After his parents died in a car accident, the large amount of compensation made it easier for him to achieve the goal that some people can only achieve by working hard.Such as buying a house, contracting a nursery, opening this flower shop...

Parents passed away in high school, but looking back now, even their faces are blurred.

Zhang Yanmo covered his stomach with the air conditioner, and felt uncontrollable self-loathing in his heart. He could only feel better if he closed his eyes.

The raindrops fell on the glass, and there was not enough light in the room, making it drowsy.

In the dream, it was a strange world. Sometimes the sun was shining brightly, and a child was playing in the garden; sometimes it fell into darkness, arguing with someone;

In a daze, Zhang Yanmo heard someone calling him, so he sat up from the bed, his head was unclear, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a white veil.

A figure was sitting beside his bed, his face was transparent and strange.

Zhang Yanmo looked at him, strangely, he couldn't see each other's eyes, but he was sure they were looking at each other.

The other party spoke very slowly, and Zhang Yanmo "saw" that he was talking to him. "Seeing" my mouth opening and closing, but I don't know what I said, completely reduced to a deaf bystander.

After a while, the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye. Zhang Yanmo felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart, and lay back on the bed again——

Suddenly, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes wide, panting with his mouth slightly open, his eyes fixed on the ceiling in horror and confusion.

Zhang Yanmo raised his hand wearily, wiping the sweat off his forehead.Is it a dream?Just now I thought my soul was out of my body.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, it happened to be his usual time to get up.

Lifting off the quilt and getting off the bed, just about to put on shoes, he suddenly noticed something slightly wrong on the bed out of the corner of his eyes: a part of the bed sheet on the side was slightly pressed down, as if... someone had sat on it.

He leaned over and touched it, it was cold.

Zhang Yanmo relaxed his shoulders, put on his shoes and "thumped" and went downstairs.I can no longer be lazy and relax, I always scare myself when I am idle.

"Boss, are you awake? You look very bad." Ruan Jia was introducing indoor potted plants to the guests, and when he saw him coming down, he expressed concern.

"Well, I had a nightmare." Zhang Yanmo poured himself a cup of cold tea.

Ruan Jia immediately laughed heartlessly: "Hahaha! You are a big man who is still scared by nightmares!"

Zhang Yanmo beckoned her over: "Who came when I was taking a nap?"

"A few little girls bought a few pots of succulents in the store, and Xiang Yan came here." Ruan Jia asked meaningfully: "What's the matter?"

Hearing Xiang Yan's name, Zhang Yanmo pursed his lips: "He went upstairs?"

"No, I heard that you left while you were sleeping, and said that I would invite you to dinner tomorrow."

"It's okay." Seeing that Ruan Jia didn't know anything, Zhang Yanmo took a pair of scissors to trim the flowers and trees, and believed that he was thinking too much.

Ruan Jia felt that the boss was acting weird recently, but she didn't want to ask too many questions. She glanced at the young man's back worriedly and continued to greet customers.