Afterwards, Fang Jianjin was sure that he was crying.
Thinking of how he fell and pushed her away, she quickly turned her back, pretending not to see it. Then she walked back to the shelf and said, "Um, let me pick out the color of these gloves."
Jian Xiu then realized his own loss of composure. His fingers involuntarily clasped the album tightly, and he stared blankly at the photos with his head down.
After a long time, his emotions finally calmed down a little, and then he slowly opened the photo album.
This is an indoor wedding photo. The old couple in the photo are wearing Tang suits. The man is elegant and the woman is pretty. They hold hands and gaze into each other's eyes, with a sense of happiness of a peaceful life and growing old together.
Jian Xiu reached out and touched their smiling faces, his eyes trembling.
Then, he held back his tears and flipped through the album one by one until the end.
Fang Jianjin pretended to choose gloves while glancing at Jian Xiu out of the corner of her eye.
I saw him sitting in a wheelchair with his head lowered, flipping through the photo album very slowly, as if he was holding something particularly precious.
The light shone down from above his head like a spotlight, casting a dark shadow under his wheelchair. The cold white light fell on him, making him look even more lonely and desolate.
In addition, he seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, huge sadness, which condensed into the shadow under his feet, flowing slowly and suffocatingly.
Fang Jianjin quickly withdrew his gaze and involuntarily reached out to grab the clothes in front of him, feeling a little stuffy in his heart.
I really wanted to ask him what happened, but I didn't dare disturb him. I could only stare at the instructions on the packaging bag of the bite-proof gloves like an ostrich.
It was not until a long time had passed, just when she thought Jian Xiu was about to turn into a statue, that he finally moved.
He carefully placed the photo album on the table, then turned his wheelchair to look at her and said, "I'll trouble you again. The package we need to open is Dong Qing's. Can you see if it's the one next to it?"
Did I unpack the wrong package?
But when he asked someone to open the package, who would have thought that it was someone else's and not his?
Fang Jianjin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, okay." She had no choice but to agree, then took the cardboard box next to her, picked up the utility knife again and squatted down.
Neither of them mentioned what had just happened.
Soon, the package was opened, and inside was a puppy doll sensor doorbell and batteries.
"Is this it?" she asked.
"Well, can you help me hang it on the door?" Jian Xiu said.
"good."
It turned out that the package he asked me to open was things that the store needed.
Fang Jianjin quickly took out the doorbell and installed batteries in it. Then, he thought of something, put the doorbell on the shelf next to him, and tore off the express delivery labels of the two cartons.
The printed express delivery label was made of self-adhesive material and was difficult to tear directly by hand, so Fang Jianjin went to get a pair of scissors.
But when she was destroying the list, she couldn't help but look at the sender of Jian Xiu's express delivery note.
Documentary photography studio?
Just like the watermark on the album.
Fang Jianjin suddenly thought of the only forwarded link he saw in Jian Xiu’s circle of friends. Could this be it?
Looking at the people in the photo album, Fang Jianjin felt that they must be Jian Xiu's parents, after all, they looked very similar.
But why did Jian Xiu react so strongly when she saw her parents’ photo album?
It's like—I've already lost them.
She felt extremely strange, but since it was someone else's private matter after all, she didn't think too much about it. She immediately cut the delivery note into pieces, stacked the cartons together, and went to ring the doorbell.
"Welcome! Welcome!"
The doorbell rang cheerfully.
Fang Jianjin couldn't help but think of the scene last Friday when Jian Xiu reached out to throw a dart. She curled her lips slightly and turned around to ask, "By the way, how's that Pomeranian?"
"I've missed the best treatment period. Although I no longer have blood in my stool, I still feel tired. I'll see if I can recover tomorrow."
Fang Jianjin sighed and said, "Can I go see Pomeranian and Xiaobai?"
"Let's just forget it. The Pomeranian is kept alone, and as for your little Bai, all the cats and dogs in the pet area will start to cry out the moment you enter. Are you sure?"
Fang Jianjin: "..."
But Jian Xiu had already lowered his head, then took a pen and quickly signed his name on the agreement. "Signed. By the way, is there any news on the Pomeranian adoption?"
"There are two people, chatting right now. But we have to wait until the Pomeranian's parvovirus is cured and it's been kept for a while before we can send it over. I'll go back and send you the information of both families, you can take a look." Fang Jianjin said as he walked forward and placed the bite-proof gloves on the table. "Let's pay."
After she finished speaking, she took the agreement he had signed, borrowed his pen, and signed her name on it as well.
The agreement was in two copies, and after signing, she handed one to Jian Xiu.
Jian Xiu's receipt was also printed out. Fang Jianjin was scanning the code when she looked down and saw that there was only one 1 yuan on the receipt. She immediately felt something was wrong and quickly looked up, "Doctor Jian, the receipt is wrong."
"That's right." Jian Xiu replied.
"No, it's only one dollar. Look—"
"This is our first collaboration, so I'll just give you one dollar as a token of appreciation. I wish you all the best in future cooperation." Jian Xiu replied generously.
"No, no, Doctor Jian, if you continue like this, I will become more and more demanding." Fang Jianjin was a little unbelievable, then joked with a smile.
But after she finished speaking, she saw Jian Xiu's expression slightly stunned. She suddenly felt that something was wrong with this sentence, and quickly waved her hand: "No, this is very good, very good. It would be even better if you come a few more times."
But it seems even more wrong to say it this way...
She felt dizzy until she left the pet hospital.
As expected, beauty can mislead people!
She didn't even know what to say.
But why did Dr. Jian only charge her one dollar?
It seemed that his impression of him was completely different from what he had before.
Fang Jianjin frowned and couldn't help muttering: What kind of Dr. Jian are you?
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