Two flowers bloom, one dead branch

There was a faint scent of flowers in the air, Dou Meng paused her footsteps, and after sniffing carefully, she couldn't smell it anymore.

She turned her head to look at the small shop next to her. It was a small bookstore. Through the window, she could see the neatly stacked books, row by row.

Dou Meng accidentally pushed the door open and went in.

"Hey - those two can't be put together!"

A crisp female voice came, and when she turned her head, she saw a fat girl with short legs running over with difficulty, she looked like a bluff.

When she got closer, she realized that the girl was not fat and big ears, but rather petite and lovely, but she was overdressed, like a bear.

"They can't be put together," the girl said, and took the two books in Dou Meng's hands. When she got closer, she carried a faint fragrance on her body, like a mixture of many kinds of floral fragrances, with a light wisp , not thick, but extraordinarily soothing.

I saw the girl's big round and dark eyes rolled, stretched her arms and put Schopenhauer's "The World as Will and Representation" on the fourth shelf, and Hegel's "Psychic Phenomena" Learning" was placed on the second shelf, and then I put my hands on my hips in satisfaction.

"Staying books with different auras together will make the book uncomfortable."

When she smiled, her eyes were curved like diamonds, and her eyelashes were long and dense.

Dou Meng suddenly felt a little thirsty. While drinking mineral water, she looked up and down the bookshelf and nodded.

"You came in through the back door," said the girl, and ran over with short legs like a moving ball. She opened the back door, and the snow particles mixed with the cold wind blew in. She was so cold that she sneezed, sniffed, and said to herself, "I forgot to lock the door again."

She seems a little familiar, always smiling.

"There is a flower shop in front of our house, and a small bookstore in the back. The back door is often forgotten. If you don't mind, come and sit? You can read books and see flowers."

Dou Meng watched her turn like a spinning top to the flower shop in front, took a sip of water, and unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.

She puts one hand in her pocket, her black hair is tied into a ponytail and combed behind her head. She is wearing a turtleneck sweater and a long white windbreaker. The exposed slender legs are wrapped in boots, and she steps lightly on the ground. sound.

She walked around the study twice, then lifted the curtain and walked slowly into the flower shop.

The fragrance in the air became stronger, Dou Meng raised her eyebrows, and understood where the smell of the shop manager came from, the feelings were infused by the flowers.

It is estimated that it can be fried after marinating.

She looked here and there aimlessly, and Yubai's fingertips brushed lightly on the petals, then sat down on the soft sofa, and looked up and down the flower shop pattern.

The shop is small, but very cozy. On a wooden tag at the door, there are three words written in immature handwriting: millet bug.

When Dou Meng is not talking, he has a cool and cold demeanor, like a magnolia in full bloom, which makes people want to get close, but dare not.

The shop manager stroked his chest, sneaked several glances at this handsome customer from behind the counter, took several deep breaths, and then boldly brought over a cup of coffee.

"Thank you."

Dou Meng took it, and the two fingers touched inadvertently, a tingling electric current came from the contact point, and quickly spread throughout the whole body, her body froze, the radar suddenly turned on, and she drank coffee to cover the look in her eyes.

Same kind.

The shop manager seemed a little nervous, he stammered and handed over a business card, completely lost the sense of naturalness in the study just now.

The low-quality small business card is a bit childish, even the name is round, which is very informal.

An Xuanzi.

The name is quite interesting.

She stretched out her hand, "Dou Meng."

At this time, Dou Meng didn't know that this girl named An Xuanzi would make her miss her all her life, and she couldn't let it go for the rest of her life.

She just thought it was an ordinary snowy day, in an ordinary bookstore, an ordinary flower shop, and she met an ordinary... not so ordinary person.

Later, Dou Meng would occasionally come over to sit and sit, especially when her heart was restless, especially when she watched her blood-related father and non-blood-related mother grow bigger and bigger in the business field, with no bottom line.

Seeing the Qin family's power getting wider and wider, and seeing Dou's medicine becoming more and more prosperous, the feeling of disgust became stronger and stronger, so strong that she sometimes couldn't control her desire to kill.

Desires cannot be satisfied, only stimulation can be sought.

The adrenaline rush during racing can bring extreme madness, but the resulting sense of loss and emptiness can never be filled.

But recently, she has found that that feeling of emptiness can be soothed in this small flower shop.

Especially the store manager is like a clumsy little bear, who can laugh all over the ground just because of a joke.

so cute.

So she made some connections in private, so that this small flower shop was quickly spread, and the business was getting better and better.

That day, she was lazily nestling on the sofa with a scarf covering half of her face, and when she was about to fall asleep under the sun shining through the glass, she heard a bang, and someone knocked open the door of the flower shop.

An Xuanzi was so frightened that she looked like a cat whose fur had exploded. It seemed that her size had grown twice in an instant. She suddenly stood up from behind the counter, bumped her head suddenly, and tears welled up, but she just Staring at the intruder, he couldn't say anything for a moment.

Dou Meng maintained the original posture without moving, her long legs were still resting on the chair next to her, her eyelids casually lifted a slit, and then she covered her mouth and yawned.

The man is an ex-boyfriend, arrogant, and looks like I am honored to talk to you, clamoring that the flower shop has a part of him, he needs to ask about the profit and loss, and it is clear that he is asking for money.

That little thing, An Xuanzi, was always gentle and gentle, he couldn't say anything about him, and the tears of anger kept rolling.

"Hello," Dou Meng thought the voice was too loud, so she slowly got up and stretched, and with a flick of her hand, she picked up the broom poking at the side.

An Xuanzi hurriedly gestured to her, meaning don't worry about it.

This guest who came here and said nothing, bought flowers, read books and basked in the sun was so beautiful, she should be carefully served by the side, as carefully as if she were taking care of porcelain. An Xuanzi didn't want to involve her.

But the porcelain was about to open its mouth to speak, and dropped the brooms one by one, knocking on the table repeatedly.

"I still don't believe that she said that she was not with a human before, but now I see that she is really a dog."

An Xuanzi stared at her with big eyes, his mind was full of question marks and exclamation marks, and he wanted to ask, "When did I say that?"

But before the words came out, Dou Meng took off her watch and put it on the table, tied her hair back into a ponytail, and raised her eyebrows at the other party.

"I was looking for you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door first."

A broom was danced vigorously.

There was a sudden chaos in the room, the man wanted to take advantage of his size and strength to suppress Dou Meng, but he didn't think that this crazy woman had practiced before, and her body was burning with pain from the broom.Seeing that something was wrong, he turned around and ran away.

Useless things.

Dou Meng patted the ashes on her hands, looked at the mess on the ground, estimated the loss, poked the broom on the ground again, and went back to nest on the sofa, tapping her fingers on the phone screen again and again.

Just as An Xuanzi was about to step forward, his cell phone rang, and Dou Meng actually transferred a sum of money to her.

A cool female voice sounded in the room, calm and steady, as if with this voice, everything could be overcome.

"If you have been gentle for a long time, you will be regarded as a villain if you have a temper. Your ex-boyfriend looks down on others. It seems that he has always felt that he is looked down upon. It is not a good thing to look at. If you are in trouble, remember Find me."

An Xuanzi was stunned, and didn't speak for a while.

Dou Meng then said casually: "I was busy with work yesterday, and I might have looked a little impatient when I came here, but it wasn't directed at you, and that doesn't mean I don't want to take care of you."

Dou Meng suddenly sat upright, leaned forward slightly, clasped her fingers, put her elbows on her knees, and called out to An Xuanzi.

"Little girl, if I chase you, do you agree?"

Later, Dou Meng and An Xuanzi got together.

"It's probably like this." Dou Meng took a sip of coffee elegantly, and said to Jiang Yuchu who was opposite: "She has no aesthetics and is sometimes very noisy. At first I regarded her as a substitute for my ex, and she regarded me as a safe haven , that’s all, everyone takes what they need, and no one owes anyone.”

An Xuanzi glanced at Dou Meng, stretched out her short legs and kicked her below, her little face was flushed, a little cute, she said nervously: "I always compare her with her ex, and praise her for being gentle, Take care of people, and finally there was one time when I thought I was about to irritate her, but she hugged me and said, "I haven't experienced those shitty things between you and him, but I am willing to understand." At that moment, I was caught by this perfect women conquered."

"You're still gentle with your predecessor? Taking care of people? Lying to a fool?" Dou Meng glanced at her watch, got up and said to An Xuanzi: "I'll go get the car first."

Jiang Yuchu smiled slightly, and followed the two out of the flower shop. An Xuanzi suddenly sneezed. Jiang Yuchu raised his hand to tighten her scarf, then paused, took two steps back, and apologized politely: "I'm sorry, it's become a habit to take care of others."

An Xuanzi put the scarf on himself indifferently, grinned from the hairy gap, pointed behind him with a smile, took two steps to go far away, and turned around and yelled at him, "Doctor Jiang, if you are a Girl, I definitely like you more!"

Jiang Yuchu staggered, and was helped by Lu Jiujiu who just came over. He adjusted his glasses calmly, and smiled slightly in the direction of An Xuanzi: "Even if you are a man, I don't like you. .”

Lu Shijiu hummed, untied his scarf and wrapped it around Jiang Yuchu's neck, lapping and lapping, his movements were gentle and careful, but he still wrapped the person into a rice dumpling. It was warm, but there was no sense of beauty at all. , Jiang Yuchu frowned and just wanted to express his disapproval of his weird aesthetics, when he heard the younger brother say in a noncommittal tone: "You can only like me."

Forget it, let's be ugly.

He put Lu Jiujiu's hand into his pocket, hummed, and wanted to express his protest against his junior brother's rising possessiveness recently.

"Brother, I want to-"

"Don't think about it."

Lu Shijiu leaned closer and said with a smile, "I don't need a belt anymore, just for once, so don't be too harsh, okay?"

"impossible."

"Brother, my heart is very fragile."

"..."

"elder brother……"

Jiang Yuchu sighed, "Just once."

Lu Jiujiu's eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded, and smiled like a weasel who stole a chicken.

"Well, once."

In the evening, Jiang Yuchu lay weakly on the bed, and was pulled into Lu Shijiu's arms again.

There was a warm touch from the back of the neck, once and for all, sticky but very restrained, so restrained that his whole body became hot, so restrained that Lu's panting became heavier, and the cry of brother was also low and seductive, like The feather swept over the tip of the heart, making people unable to help but want to treat him well.

Jiang Yuchu's throat moved, but he didn't say a word in his hoarse voice.

Once, you fucking lied to ghosts.

……………………………………… I am a dividing line……………………………………

I'm so sweet, really.

Well, it's over.

Thanks to the little angels who have been chasing and reading all the way.

I don't ask for collections (if there are any, it's better) I don't ask for comments (if there are any, I will definitely reply), as long as you enjoy watching it, it's fine.

I hope this book has existed in your bookshelves, whether it is Jinjiang or other pirated websites, even in the near future, Daga will gradually forget that Jiang Yuchu and Lu Jiujiu are in one novel after another. Who, but I hope you also don't forget love and courage.

I'm still a bit reluctant. In the process of gradually shaping Jiang Yuchu, I truly feel that he is a real person.

I think the song that can represent him is "Breakdown" by Yinque Shi, while Lu Jiujiu is "The Paradise I Can't Get to in a Poor Life" by Yu Tong. Gu Changze's words... I haven't found a song that can represent him. Song.

If you have any comments, such as writing style, character design, plot fluency, character appearance, dialogue, etc., you can say anything you want to raise, I will accept it with an open mind and ask for advice seriously, so as to improve.

thank!

The second article was written very hastily, unlike "Flowers Blooming", which was written in one breath. Flowers Blooming... I think it is relatively smooth, so I entered the second book carefully, and some cute reactions were already fainted. Haha (cover your face)~ busy in three dimensions

Maybe you still want to see who's side story in "Flower Blooming", writing side stories is always easier than the main text hahahahahahahaha