Fushengfang Night Travel Notes

Without any warning, the rain poured down. The dense raindrops were closely connected, but they didn't seem to be connected into a line, and they hit the pedestrians who hadn't left on the street.The originally dense road became cold in the blink of an eye.There are rows of people sheltering from the rain in front of the houses all around, you push each other, and the noise is one after another.There is only one store, and there is no one in front of the store, only a little bit of pink protruding from the window, as if it is out of place with the surroundings. When I turned my gaze, I saw three large characters written on the store - Fushengfang.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered together, impenetrable to a ray of light, the twilight spread among the clouds like water ripples, turning up faint waves, and a figure flashed in Fushengfang, the faint outline showed the coldness of the owner, for a long while, The figure gradually became darker.

On a simple wicker chair, the person just now was sitting on it casually, with messy hair tangled on the back of the chair, his slender fingers lightly touching the petals around him, muttering to himself: "God is angry, someone is sad." gone."

Before the words fell, the flowers on the fingertips seemed to soothe the worries of the people in front of them.The soft petals swept across the fingertips, in exchange for a smile from that person.

At this time, the store door of Fushengfang was pushed open by someone, with the crisp sound of wind chimes and the sound of rain outside the door, the person didn't come in directly after pushing the door open, but stood at the door nervously, a small voice slowly spread Come.

"Boss, I... I'll come in and take shelter from the rain."

Listening to this voice, the immaturity of a teenager has not faded, and it also contains the hoarseness of the voice change period. It is not unpleasant, but the emotion in the voice makes the person on the rattan chair raise his eyebrows.

"come in."

The figure that appeared from behind the door was a handsome young man, neither tall nor short at 1.7 meters. The clean clothes were stuck to his body by the rain outside, showing that his figure was not as weak as it appeared on the surface.

When the man came in, he didn't find a place to sit down, but casually leaned against the wall of the door, his body was a bit depressed.He raised his head slightly, cast his eyes behind the glasses to the lying boss, and nodded lightly, as if trying to force a smile, but failed.

The man on the rattan chair suddenly stopped when he turned his head, his eyebrows gradually wrinkled, and he stared intently at him—no, it should be his back, he squinted his eyes slightly, and groped for the petals with his fingertips.

"However, those with deep obsessions will enter floating life."

A faint voice mixed with doubts spewed out from the man's mouth, followed by inexplicable sadness in the man's eyes, but the strong breath made the corners of the mouth of the man on the rattan chair curl up.

At this time, the rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the asphalt road surface became darker after being washed by the rain. If you look closely, it seems that the whirlpool attracts people's mind, which is invisible.

The person by the door reacted instantly from his stupefaction, raised his hand to scratch his hair in frustration, and nodded silently to the boss.

"Thank you boss, then I'll go first."

As he said that, the person turned around and grabbed the doorknob, but at this moment, the person who hadn't spoken all this time suddenly stood up from the wicker chair, picked up the flowers that had just been placed at the side, and called out to the person.

"Wait, this flower... is yours."

"No, no, no, I didn't want to buy flowers." The man turned around hastily, glanced at the flowers in the boss's hand, and unconsciously took out his pockets with his hands, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Don't be afraid, I don't want your money." Looking at the man's puzzled face, he still maintained the gesture of handing flowers, "This is a flower, but also a grass. It's called Jieyou, I think it's suitable for you. "

The man looked at the boss and then at the flower, and after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to take it and thanked him hastily, then walked out without looking back, and seemed to hear the voice buried in the wind chime again in a trance.

"Here comes another..."

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