Gongliang flower shop

The last vitality of the petals also completely dissipated, as if even the last ties had disappeared.

Whether it's for people or for the world.

"Teacher Gongliang, how is Chen Dan's brother?"

"gone."

"Where are you going?"

"Where he should go."

"What about Chen Dan?"

"gone."

"Is he willing?"

"Be willing."

To be afraid is to be afraid of not being reconciled.

A lot of extra problems are just because of the greed of getting the best of both worlds.

Chen Dan's elder brother is different from Li Yuewan. Li Yuewan's death does not mean that she is clean enough, so she has a place where she should go.

But Chen Dan's elder brother was different, he was like a shadow from beginning to end, acting as a protector, and he didn't even have his own name until his death.

Whether it is body or soul, come clean and leave clean, he deserves it.

"Teacher Gongliang, will they be brothers in the next life?"

"Not anymore."

Siblings of the same mother, the difference in life is only a few minutes, this is the fate of heaven, the blessing of the previous life, but it is cursed by misfortune, and it does not have a good ending.

Bingdi twins, the root is broken, the fate is broken.

Passing by, there was a trace of unspeakable disappointment, he felt that the ending should not be like this, it should be more intense, it would be better to have some touch, unfinished words and that inarticulate apology.

But thinking of Chen Dan's irresistible figure like a dead leaf, he felt that this should be the end.

Leave that little bit of regret, no matter how much, you should be greedy.

The dead flowers are scattered into a handful of sand, carried away by the wind, and new flowers will bloom again in the spring of next year.

……

"Boom!" The cup on the table shattered.

Gong Liang's knuckle-boned hand supported the table, while the other hand tightly clutched his chest.

His face, which was already paler than ordinary people, was bloodless, and even his lips had faded from their former luster.

He closed his eyes and pulled off the shirt on his body. The snow-white skin confused people's eyes, but the first thing that attracted attention was the pattern under his collarbone. The bright red color seemed to be flowing with blood, and the twisted arc Like a blooming flower or a dancing snake.

Taking another look, he was firmly locked in sight by the marks on his heart.

Right where the heart was beating, there was a wound that was three fingers long and one finger wide. The wound had not healed, and there was no blood flowing. Through the gap, the beating heart could be vaguely seen inside. If you looked carefully, you could even see it in the dark. The same open wound can be seen on the red heart.

It was a wound that no one could survive.

Long silk-like hair slanted from his shoulders, Gong Liang suppressed his breath, and bent his knuckles vigorously while supporting the hand on the table.

A pair of eyes looked at him firmly behind him, and the dark pupils curled up in shock.

Gong Liang looked back, and stood up straight without changing his expression. Only his unsteady breathing revealed that he was enduring unspeakable pain.

"Come." He beckoned.

Shanxing ran over briskly, hugged his waist and buried him in his arms.

It's just that the tall and burly figure can't see the docileness of the little bird.

On the contrary, it's a little silly and cute.

Gong Liang pushed him away, wiped away the traces of stealing from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and said calmly: "I won't cook today, let's go hungry."

Shanxing widened his eyes.

He couldn't understand how Gongliang said such terrible words without changing his face.

Gongliang was amused by him and smiled: "You can't eat too much chocolate, it's easy to gain weight."

Good deeds are unacceptable.

Fat or not, Gongliang doesn't know yet!

"Okay, let's go play."

Gongliang confiscated all kinds of colorful candies in Shanxing's pocket, and took away his last hidden chocolate, and patted him on the head to let him go.

Shanxing is not convinced, Shanxing is still a little bit unwilling!

What is this for? Throw it away when you're done using it!

Gongliang let out a sigh of relief, feeling a lot better.

"Hmph!" Shanxing grabbed Gongliang's hair unhappily.

Gong Liang glanced at him, and put the chocolate into his mouth in front of his face.

Shanxing watched helplessly as his little dessert was deprived and completely wiped out. He opened his mouth and wanted to bite Gongliang's hair, but he bit it empty with a "click".

Standing two steps away, Gong Liang tidied up his clothes slowly, and seeing Shan Xing's dumbfounded look made him feel a lot better.

Well, open for business.

So he summoned Lu who was sleeping late at home to come to work.

At that time, passing by was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly sat up straight with a bang, and before he even opened his eyes, he heard that Gong Liang wanted to go to work by himself.

It’s hard to take a summer vacation. Of course, it’s a happy day regardless of the day. It’s a fool to go to work without sleeping during the day.

So he lay down again with peace of mind.

But in less than a second, the alarm clock he put on the bedside table rang.

Stretch out a hand and press it down, it rings again, presses it again, rings again.

Passing by slapped it to pieces, sighed comfortably, and continued to fall into the dream.

"Boom!"

"Go to work, go to work!"

"Dengdengdeng! Go to work, go to work!"

Passing by annoyed and opened his eyes.

Fuck!Whose loose parrot is chiseling his windows here!

After passing by and tossing a lot, well, let's go to work.

It was neither too early nor too late, and the time was just right.

Passing by is not from this city, but his parents have gone on a trip, so he is left here to fend for himself.

After staying up all night, he is still a little sleepy, even walking with half-closed eyes and a little dazed.

Suddenly he tripped over something, he opened his eyelids halfway with effort, and saw a smear of red conspicuously on the ground.

The glued eyelids were a little unclear, and he bent over to get closer. It was a piece of red hijab.

When I touched it in my hand, it was not a particularly good fabric, even a little rough, but the mandarin ducks embroidered on it were very detailed, and the appearance was well protected.

Passing by, he took a look twice, and then threw it into the trash can, which was still in the column of recyclable garbage.

Just two steps out, the red hijab flew out of the trash can again, as if it was stained with dirty things, the red hijab with some melon seeds on it rubbed against the wall.

"Boom!" A man bumped into a street light.

He stared at the red hijab up and down on the wall left and right, hugged the street lamp and bumped into it.

He must have had too much to drink.

Passing by was attracted by the movement behind him and turned his head. He saw a man hugging a street lamp and bumped into it desperately. He was half awoken in shock.

Open your eyes and take a look, wow!It's so dark!He remembered it was only 11:30 when he went out!

Passing by shook the goosebumps on his body, and was jolted by the wind, even the remaining half woke up.

Gong Liang was awakened by the sound of panting desperately, he opened his eyes, and the face of passing by sitting in front of the store panting turned pale.

"What, what the hell?" He asked lightly.

Passing by was speechless, he waved his hand, and suddenly he was taken aback.

"I'm fucking fucked."

At this moment, the sky is clear and the sky is clear, and the smell of food wafting from next door reminds him that he can just have lunch now.

The sun shone on his body, and he shivered as he passed by, the coldness on his body faded a lot.

"When you come, arrange the flowers in the store."

Gongliang fell down while talking, and could sleep again while it was still early.

At this time, passing by felt a lot better, obediently went in and cut the flowers, and when he looked back, he saw Gongliang's legs stretched out, which were long and straight enough to match the beauty of his master.

I couldn't help muttering something in my heart.

He felt that the other party was similar to a ghost, and he was too lazy to die during the day. As for the night...he didn't live with the other party, so he didn't know.

Thinking of this, he looked at Shan Xing who was squatting on the side and counting ants. He didn't know what wronged him.

It was hard for him to imagine that such a silly kind deed would turn into such a domineering and fierce look.

Every time he thinks about it, he feels his heart constrict.

"Hiss..." Lu Guo gasped, thinking too much, and accidentally cut his hand.

"Wow, bloody disaster."

What the hell is this kind of tone that is three parts careless, three parts calm, and four parts gloating!

Passing by angrily moved his butt to face the other side, and ended up looking straight at Shang Shanxing's eyes, those black eyes glanced from his face to his bloody hand.

Without thinking about it, he stuffed his fingers into his mouth, and said silently with horrified eyes, "He doesn't taste good, and his blood is not clean."

Oh, and his soul is dirty too!

As a result, Shanxing's mouth turned downwards, and he turned back with squinted eyes.

There was a hint of contempt in that look of disdain, as if to say that passing through his teeth was not enough.

Okay, passing by, I understand, the boss has long and good-looking legs, he can't afford to provoke him, the boss's man has a bad brain, but he is fierce and cruel, and he can't afford to provoke him either.

He is a low-paid labor force.

It's a pity, what's the double hourly salary? If one dollar is doubled, it's only two dollars. His handsome face is worth a lot of money.

Passing by and sorting out the flowers, I suddenly found a new bunch of flowers that appeared in the center. The fiery red color is warm and bright, and it is extremely eye-catching among the many bouquets.

He was a little absorbed in watching, and a voice came from his ear saying: "Wrap the flowers well."

Passing by and regaining his senses, he saw Gong Liang who had somehow woken up standing behind him, looking outside, and sure enough the sun had set at some point.

He took out the flowers and asked while taking care of them, "Mr. Gongliang, do you have any guests?"

He now understood why the flower shop had no business.

Then it has to be a person, and it has to be a living person.

"Ah."

"Why do you use flowers?" Passing by turned to look at him.

"Yin and yang are separated, and death is death. If you want to re-establish a bond with this world, you need something as a sustenance, or..." Gong Liang looked at passing by with a confused face: "There are karma owed in the previous life."

Lu Guo didn't understand the meaning of Gongliang's last sentence, but felt his heart skip a beat for no reason.

He asked again: "Teacher Gongliang, why did you do these things, are you a god of death, or black and white."

Thinking of these, passing through some unspeakable excitement.

After all, if the boss really has some ulterior identity, he, as a small worker, will be awesome!

"No." Gong Liang looked at Shan Xing, who was sitting on the pony and shook his head, and let out a soft sigh that could be blown away by the wind: "It's atonement."

"Teacher Gongliang, the flower bag is ready."

"Hello, I'm here to buy flowers."

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The author has something to say:

Lu Guo: Didn't expect that, I'm still here, passing by!If there is a way, just pass!

Passing through is a very important character, he has a story, but there is no need to guess the story between him and Gongliang and Shanxing

What Gongliang said is true. To him, passing by is just an ordinary person with a lot of yin and destiny.

Gongliang: Oh, the door looks good too.