It's all the fault of being too handsome [Quick Transmigration]

Among the flowers, the young man's expression is light, his body is tall and tall, and he is extraordinary.

Wei Ling was taken aback by the owner's face and was stunned.

The young man frowned his pretty eyebrows, and Wei Ling finally recovered.

"16 pink carnations, please wrap them up, thank you."

Hearing this, the young man picked out the flowers, and they bloomed very well.

"50 dollars."

Wei Ling was a little surprised. It wasn't that it was expensive, but that it was too cheap. Today is Mother's Day, and most carnations cost about 10 yuan per carnation, and 16 carnations cost 50 yuan. Except for the packaging fee, each carnation cost only 3 yuan.

Today, he remembered the old things, and walked to this street unconsciously. He didn't expect that there was a new flower shop here.

After Grandpa An's death, the flower shop was sold by Grandpa An's son and turned into a breakfast shop. After all, his mother's illness was not over. After his mother passed away, he moved out with his father.

He came back from time to time to see that things were different, this small shop changed from a breakfast shop to a fruit shop, a small supermarket, and changed several owners.

Due to the death of someone, the rent is cheaper than other stores, and businesses keep coming, but because of poor management, they have no choice but to leave.

Slowly, gossip spread, and the façade just fell into disrepair.

Wei Ling saw that the store had turned into a small flower shop. The wind chime sounded when the store door was opened, and the flowers in full bloom in the room were so fresh and eye-catching, it made him feel as if he had returned to his childhood, the kindness of Grandpa An. Smiling and beckoning to him, he happily ran over to observe the dispirited lotus petals on the counter to see if he was getting better.

Today, things are different.

Wei Ling took out his wallet, took out 50 yuan and handed it to the young man, but his eyes seemed to glance at the counter inadvertently.

"Thank you, boss. The flowers here bloom really well, and they are sold cheaply. The business will definitely be booming."

Obviously a taciturn person, Wei Ling didn't know why, in this familiar yet unfamiliar flower shop, in front of the indifferent young man, he unconsciously wanted to say something.

The young man's eyes were dark, with a light and misty inside, and he still looked indifferent: "I would like to borrow your good words."

With this appearance, he really doesn't look like a businessman. Has the young man always been so indifferent to the guests?

Under the young man's indifferent gaze, Wei Ling felt a little embarrassed, but for some reason, he didn't want to leave so easily, holding flowers in his hands, his handsome face was serious and serious, and his black eyes, which were always upright, were stained with A little bit of a fog of sadness and memories.

When he stepped into the flower shop, he still bought 16 carnations. He was no longer the child whose head was blocked while holding the bouquet, and the owner of the flower shop was no longer the kind old man.

"20 years ago, this place was also a flower shop. On the same day 20 years ago, I stepped into this flower shop. 20 years later, I accidentally walked to this small street. Unexpectedly, this small shop became a flower shop again. , Today, 20 years later, I am really moved to enter this flower shop again..." Wei Ling realized his gaffe, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure too much."

The indifferent shopkeeper did not show any impatience, but instead showed an appearance of listening patiently:

"Where is the original owner of the flower shop?"

"died."

The young man's eyes flickered.

"Oh?"

The youth's question brought Wei Ling's thoughts back to that night of thunder and lightning and heavy rain.

Wei Ling, who was about to fall asleep, was awakened by the noise outside the house.

"Wen Jian, something went wrong... Hurry up, change your clothes..."

Wei Ling got out of bed quietly, opened a crack in the door, and saw his father put on a police uniform, and was called out by another policeman, and their conversation was faintly heard.

"What's the matter?" asked the father.

"...Dongwu Lane...the flower shop...the old man..."

The sound gradually faded away, only the sound of pouring rain outside the house, and the occasional thunder.

crackling,

Wei Ling leaned over the window and looked out, feeling flustered, not knowing what happened, the vague words he heard from Uncle Cai just now made him very restless, although he didn't have any clue at the moment, he tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep .

Wei Ling didn't know when he fell asleep unintentionally in the middle of the night. When he woke up the next day, there was no one at home except him. His father went out last night and hadn't come back yet.

Wei Ling found something to eat by himself to fill his stomach. Thinking of the uneasy feeling last night, he opened the door. The rain outside had stopped, only a few drops from time to time.

Wei Ling picked up his little umbrella and left home to go to Grandpa An's flower shop. His house is not far from there. The shop is... yes, it's in Dongwu Lane.

Under the washing of the rain, the smell of mud was everywhere. The road was muddy and there were many puddles. When Wei Ling walked to Dongwu Lane, his trousers were stained with mud.

Wei Ling stood outside the yellow cordon in a daze, surrounded by some onlookers, chatting in babble.

"What's going on here?"

"An old man from the flower shop accidentally slipped on the water on the ground and knocked on the counter last night. He died."

"No, the rain was so heavy yesterday, there was lightning and thunder, the shop should have been closed in the middle of the night, and the lights in the flower shop were still on. Lao Li felt something was wrong. When he came to take a look, he found that he had died. That's when I called the police, if it wasn't for Lao Li, maybe I wouldn't find out until someone went to buy flowers today!"

"Oh, this is really, too careless."

"When you are old, your sons, daughters-in-law and grandchildren are all out of town. It is pitiful to manage the shop by yourself."

"Okay, why did you fall? Uncle An, you've always been quite tough. Could it be that someone killed you?"

"The police came to see. There were no traces of fighting in the store, and nothing was lost. The flowers and plants are all in good condition. There is a widowed old man. Who is boring to harm him? What are you trying to do?"

"That's right, alas, I just feel that the world is impermanent. Uncle An is a very nice person."

"Hey, life is alive, how can it be accurate?"

The rain started to fall again, and the people around the flower shop slowly dispersed. Wei Ling stood there in a daze until he was the only one left in the whole open space.

He put away his umbrella and was about to cross the police cordon and enter the flower shop.

"Little brat, what are you doing!"

Wei Ling staggered from being pulled, he turned around in a daze, and saw his father's face full of anger.

Wei Ling was taken home by Wei Wenjian, and has been kept at home ever since.

When Wei Ling was released and went to Grandpa An's flower shop, it had already turned into a breakfast shop.

I heard that Grandpa An's son came back to bury Grandpa An, and now he has returned to the city. The store has been transferred to others, and all the flowers have been given to the neighbors in the neighborhood, but he took away the lotus petals that Grandpa An cherished most. orchid.

Then, just over a month later, in the hospital, Wei Ling's mother also quietly disappeared on a rainy night.

Even though so many years have passed, the memories that should have been forgotten are so deeply engraved in his heart, and his heart is sore when he thinks about it.

Wei Ling's face was stained with sadness, and he came back to his senses. Perhaps today was too special, which made him always lose his composure.

He didn't know why he would say this in front of strange young people. He wanted to force a smile, but his lips moved, but he didn't succeed after all.

The young man's expression finally became a little shaken, maybe he has never seen a guest like me, he was talking to himself, tears were about to come out after speaking, he was really embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you about your sadness," the young man comforted, his tone seemed to be infected and tainted with a little sadness, "You must have a good relationship with the original flower shop owner, sorry, Mr. Ren One is mortal, this is a calamity that one is destined to be unable to escape from birth."

"Thank you, boss." Wei Ling straightened his face and put away his gaffe. He raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "It's getting late. Goodbye, boss. I will come here often."

Wei Ling opened the door and left with the flowers in his arms.

Jingle Bell,

Inside the store, the wind chimes started to ring again.

Jinyu pushed open the door and leaned against it, his black eyes were still so indifferent, without the slightest smoke and fire, he quietly watched the man's receding figure until he turned the corner of the street and disappeared.

"I'm back." Jinyu sighed softly, the mole in front of her eyes was like drops of blood about to drip, like the bright red morning dew on the petals and leaves of lotus petals orchids.