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"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have picked things up in the first place."

Xiao Chen humbly begged for mercy: "It happens that there is no one outside right now, so why don't I put it back untouched?"

Ren Shuhan sat cross-legged on the sofa, and yawned in a nasal voice: "Pull it down, the person who gave the flowers is not smart enough, he just left it at my door without saying a word to scare someone to death."

Xiao Chen's head got bigger: "Then what to do with the flowers and cards?"

Ren Shuhan bent over to pick up the remote control from the coffee table with swollen eyes: "You can play with it at home."

The gorgeous blessing suddenly became a hot potato, and Xiao Chen was so distressed that he hugged the eternal flower like his own memorial tablet.

Ren Shuhan turned to the latest variety show of "Friends". Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the little assistant who was so regretful that she sighed, "Just let it go. I'll take care of it myself. You can go home now."

"But Brother Li asked me..."

"Your immediate boss is me, not my manager, and not even my dad, now, goaway, don't let me...ahh!"

Only sneezing can interrupt the eldest princess's babbling. Xiao Chen gave him a sympathetic look, got up and arranged today's food and medicine on the table, and then asked again: "Remember to eat, remember to take medicine. Drink water, sleep more, and contact me if you need anything."

"Let's go, auntie!" Ren Shuhan waved her hands with a headache.

He was alone in the house again.

The world is quiet, and the only sound other than tinnitus comes from the picture of two boys sitting by the lake in the resort fishing that is being broadcast on TV.

Ren Shuhan was so tired that she closed her eyes and fell sideways on the sofa cushion.

His consciousness was hazy, and he vaguely heard Xia Zhizhu asking him in the program: "Why didn't the fish catch our hook?"

Ren Shuhan curled up even tighter, and silently answered with herself on the TV weakly: "Because they are not stupid."

I don’t remember whether I caught any more fish at that time. The shallow dreams and vague memories gradually overlapped in the soothing and brisk background music.With a fisherman hat on his head, Xia Zhizhu exclaimed, and caught a mermaid who looked like his boss, while Ren Shuhan was beside him...

The silent mobile phone fell on the soft carpet, the soft light turned on without warning, and new incoming call reminders kept flashing in the corner a short distance from the owner.

Ren Shuhan fell asleep.

At the stairway on the 35th floor, after listening to the busy tone that no one answered for more than ten seconds, Bo Chi, who was sitting on the last step of the destination, finally put down his phone.

Ren Shuhan's house is in one of the best locations in Jiangcheng, and the price is very high. This is Mr. Ren's coming-of-age gift to his son, but Bo Chi has already been here earlier.Many of the decorations in the house were actually added to the owner after he went to college.

The little princess lived a delicate life, but she was never impatient to clean up by herself. In order to make him live comfortably, Bo Chi had put a lot of effort into it.

The oil painting on the opposite side of the footstool in the porch is the posthumous work of Bo Chi's mother. He paid a lot of money to get it back from the gallery manager.

The lighting in the living room has different effects of the Milky Way and the sunset. Ren Shuhan likes to draw the curtains tightly to enjoy the artificial skylight.

……

Ren Shuhan sometimes posted some vacation vlogs on the Internet, and Bo Chi basically never missed them, but the eldest princess took pictures of hotels, homestays, and any backgrounds in other places, but she never took any material in this 35-story residence.

Mr. Ren said decisively back then, as his son, Ren Shuhan would not know that everything here actually has traces of Bo Chi, and Bo Chi has no way of tracking whether those traces are still there today.

Bo Chi recalled the bouquet of flowers he saw at the door of the room just now, it was very familiar, blue endless summer hydrangea eternal flowers paired with translucent gooseberry berries.

It was exactly the same as the bouquet he entrusted Ren Yin's classmate to give to Ren Yin back then, except for the inscription on the card.

HLL, He Lulin.

Bo Chi remembered the name.He Lulin was Ren Yin's tablemate for a while when he held a parent-teacher meeting for Ren Yin. Later, that person joined Ren Shuhan in a talent show and made his debut. After the group disbanded, he signed Xingyan again.

According to Song Ci, He Lulin seemed to have bullied Xia Zhizhu, but the eldest princess was so well protected that she didn't seem to know about it.

He is always blissfully unaware.

The bouquet of flowers was taken in by Ren Shuhan's assistant and was not taken out again, which made it more and more obvious that Bochi and the eternal life bouquet of the same style beside him were affectionate.

The stairwell was not warm, and the sound of the rain echoed even louder in the empty, closed environment.

Bo Chi leaned over to pick up the card that had just fallen down a few steps, pressed his thumb on the inscription, lifted it up, and moved letter by letter to the skylight outside the French window.

— Your initials are boring.

——It seems to be, what should I do?

The young boy in a shirt and school uniform picked up the fountain pen in Bochi's pen bag in the library, mysteriously drew a few letters in his palm, then raised his head and waved his palm to the waiting brother Zhuma .

——abc

Ren Yin smiled with a low voice: "Look, a Bo Chi."

in my palm.

A Bo Chi was crumpled into waste paper in his palm.

Bo Chi sat quietly for a long time, finally picked up the bouquet of flowers on the ground, got up slowly in front of the misty rain, and went downstairs to the garbage room in the corner.

This is an ordinary and unusual Monday.

Xi Yue, who is not doing business, spent a whole day picking and picking at the flower fields of his friend's house on Yanqing Mountain, and finally tied a bouquet of flowers by himself before the sun went down, humming a new song demo in a good mood, and prepared to go down the mountain to borrow flowers and present Buddha.

In the evening, Gu Chenxing endured the humiliation and finally finished the heavy work accumulated by the previous president. While walking to the window to call his girlfriend to complain, while listening to the scream of his girlfriend on the other end of the phone after signing for the roses, he raised his eyebrows triumphantly .

Yu Jianyi, who was absent from work, finally appeared at Jiangcheng International Airport. He was wearing sunglasses and looking up to study the flights scrolling on the big screen. Suddenly, a passing woman stuffed the handle of a suitcase in his hand.He raised the corners of his lips and turned his head. Song Ci, who was also wearing sunglasses a few steps away, raised his chin and gestured slightly. Yu Jianyi followed and touched the one in his pocket again. Antique Bracelet with Enamel and Tassel Buds.

The sun set at 19:49 in the evening.

Ren Shuhan, who missed the dinner time, finally climbed up from the sofa when it was completely dark, with dry mouth.

He slept too deeply. He slept for almost five hours in one afternoon nap. His stomach was growling with hunger, and his bones seemed to be falling apart. Fortunately, the fever finally subsided.

I don't know how many times "friends" on the TV looped. The phone dropped on the floor and the battery was long gone. Ren Shuhan found a data cable and plugged it in. Then she came back and sat down at the coffee table and started eating the cold food. .

The variety show is currently broadcasting clips on his way to Xia Zhizhu's house. Ren Shuhan can play everything in the variety show film and television. He captured the essence of the 10-minute drive, and all the unbroadcasted ones were edited into VIP highlights in the later stage.

But according to the original setting of the program group, this section should actually be completed by Xia Zhizhu, but Ren Shuhan was never willing to reveal her private house, so she entrusted her agent to discuss and revise the script, and now seeing the broadcast effect, everyone is happy.

The cold porridge was even more unpalatable than when it was hot, and Ren Shuhan gave up cooking instant noodles after taking two bites.

The first episode of the variety show lasted for an hour and a half, and the eldest princess admired herself with relish. When cleaning up the trash, she had to pause for a while so as not to miss a tenth of a centisecond.

There is a garbage sorting room on each floor of this commercial building, but Ren Shuhan is too lazy to go there for the time being.He tidied up the coffee table as quickly as possible, and immediately reopened the video with full anticipation.

Right into the 190 second ad.

"..." Can this variety show continue?

After slandering Xiao Chen for a short time, he even forgot to renew his membership, Ren Shuhan finally stood up and picked up the garbage bag, reluctantly, on the way to the entrance, he still had a very clear memory of holding the bouquet of flowers sent by He Lulin in his arms inside.

Ren Shuhan changed her shoes, Ren Shuhan opened the door, Ren Shuhan walked out, and was shocked by the person who had been leaning against the wall for several hours and stood there, unable to move.

Bo Chi seemed to be asleep, or frozen to the woods, he raised his head unresponsively after hearing the sound for a long time, glanced vainly at Ren Shuhan's astonished expression, and finally landed on the bouquet in his hand that was mixed with garbage.

The eyes that seemed to be covered by frost turned around, and finally regained their soft clarity.

"What am I doing here?"

Bo Chi bent his eyes, smiled and shook the brand new cotton bouquet in Ren Shuhan's hand to Ren Shuhan who couldn't say a word, asking and answering himself.

"In order to ensure that the flowers can be delivered accurately." He said.

This is an ordinary and unusual Monday.

Everyone is busy sending flowers today, but there are always some people who are unique and different.

In Lincheng, there is only one person left in the double room of the hotel.

After washing, Xia Zhizhu came out of the shower wiping his hair, just in time to see the photo on the table that hadn't been taken back.

Not someone five years ago, but two people five years later——Before leaving, Xi Zhao took Xia Zhizhu to take a photo of the reflection of the two of them in the sunset, and printed the photo and left it with him when he returned to the hotel to pick up his luggage. in the room.

The tone of the Polaroid photo paper is more intense, unlike the previous picture of Mr. Xi who was packaged in plastic, handsome, but because of the faded and blurred picture quality, he looks very cold and abstinent.

However, whether it is Xi Zhao whose face cannot be seen clearly or Xi Zhao whose face cannot be seen clearly, Xia Zhizhu likes it very much. He likes it so much that he can't help but want to put a towel on his head and wet hair tick-tock, and admire the warm-colored wall lamp with each hand .

"X" call invitation rings at this time.

Mingming had the audacity to hide the photos of his crush behind his phone case for so many years, but when his dream came true, Xia Zhizhu only dared to save his boyfriend's code name in his address book foolishly.

Compared with him, Xi Zhao is much more magnanimous, and the remark is directly "Xia Zhizhu".But thinking about it carefully, it seems that Xi Zhao only called him by his first name.

Xia Mu, Ruan Tang, Xia Zhizhu.

The more intimate bamboo, Tangtang, Tangtang, and even Bochi's "little pond" are far away from the two of them.

Xia Zhizhu couldn't think of the scene where Mr. Xi called himself intimately like others, but think about it, maybe only a few people in this world, including himself, would directly call Xi Zhao by his first name, so when the other party called him the same When we were together, each other's name became the shortest and most powerful mantra in the world.

The phone was connected, and the background sound was slightly noisy, and one of them could be heard from the airport's female missing person broadcast.

"Are you going to get on the plane?" Xia Zhizhu asked.

"Hmm." Xi Zhao replied.

The cold male voice on the other end of the call paused, and suddenly softened a bit: "Although it's a bit late—Xia Zhizhu, happy Qixi Festival."

It was their first Valentine's Day together, but it ended with separation.

Xia Zhizhu peeled off the back of the photo paper.

There is the first love letter written by Xi Zhao with a pen before leaving, and at this moment, entrusted to Xi Zhao who is about to board the plane to read to him in the middle of the crowd.

"When Muya blooms, I will wait for you at my home in autumn, Teacher Xiaoxia."

Monday is never late, and neither is wood bud bloom.