middle-aged man
1313: [I am thinking of you, but I don’t know if you are thinking of me. I miss you, want to see you, want to hug you, want to kiss you.]
Fang Huai sat in front of the operating table and watched Kong Lingyu sending messages. He subconsciously felt that Kong Lingyu was nearby. He looked up at the door but did not see the familiar figure. He slowly withdrew his gaze, feeling inexplicably lost.
LH: [I'm looking after the store.]
There are not many customers in the store now, and the evening orders have been completed. Xiaoyan couldn't sit still and ran to the milk tea shop next door to chat with her friends. He sat in the store to count the bills.
I put my phone aside, and when I heard the message alert tone, I would habitually look up to see if it was a message from Kong Lingyu.
Only Kong Lingyu would send messages every day to ask about his three meals a day and how he feels today.
It was as if his life had long become a part of Kong Lingyu's life.
Oddly enough, Fang Huai always patiently replied to all of Kong Lingyu's messages one by one, methodically, seriously, and cutely.
Kong Lingyu leaned against the wall, looking at the message from Fang Huai which showed that it was being typed. He could imagine Fang Huai supporting his head, thinking seriously about how to reply to his message.
Fang Huai has a little habit when replying to messages. He always likes to add an emoticon at the end, which is a distressed kitten head.
LH: [Kong Lingyu, I was thinking about you just now. Cat head.jpg]
When Kong Lingyu saw Fang Huai taking the initiative to reveal his inner thoughts, his heart trembled violently for a moment. Just as he was about to leave, Fang Huai sent a voice message.
"But Kong Lingyu, you have to abide by the agreement."
He stopped and stood there helplessly, smiling, "I understand, Mai Mai."
FH:Cat nodding.jpg.
Kong Lingyu looked at Fang Huai from afar, looking at the person he was thinking about from a distance.
If he had the chance to do it again, would he do those things again?
Kong Lingyu's answer is: "Yes."
In front of Fang Huai, he was no longer a strategist, nor was he as confident and sure as Li Xuan. He just wanted to hold Fang Huai tighter. Before, he could never hold Fang Huai.
Whether it was a quick glance at the old wall or the more than ten years of cutting off the firewood, he had waited too long, until he almost couldn't bear it anymore. Now that he finally held her in his arms, he would never let go.
He stood where Fang Huai couldn't see him and watched for too long. He just wanted Fang Huai to look at him, only at him.
Fang Huai can always see through his disguise and the real him. Fang Huai is not afraid of his despicable means and will not run away because of his terrifying possessiveness. They are a perfect match.
*
In the dark shed, broken furniture was lying at an angle, and a hunched man was sitting on the ground with his cloudy eyes half-closed.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the loose skin revealed the man's age. He scratched his hair irritably and reluctantly moved to the sofa beside him and lay on his back.
"Don't tell me that bullshit, just send me the money!"
He Jiangyun had a gloomy face and was cursing loudly into the phone. His overly long hair hid the madness in his eyes. His body was shaking with excitement, and his skinny shoulders were pressed against the hard sofa, as if they could fit into it.
He is no longer as glorious as before.
He was full of foul language and had a bad temper, which made his originally handsome face look ferocious and rude. He held an old black cell phone and cursed: "I don't care. If you want to blame someone, blame those two little bastards in your family for dragging me into this. If it weren't for you, I could still live a good life."
"Now the police are looking for me all over the world. You must help me no matter what."
After hearing what was said on the other end, He Jiangyun calmed down his anger, took out a mottled bank card and said, "Transfer the money to this card, and I'll take care of the rest."
"Don't play tricks on me, otherwise..."
"Hang up. If I don't receive the money within tomorrow, I will take the drug samples developed by your son and report him. I want to see how many years they will have to stay in the hospital." After He Jiangyun threatened fiercely, he hung up the phone without hesitation.
He then pulled the SIM card out of the old phone, grabbed a relatively clean coat from the corner and put it on. Before going out, he lowered his head, covering his face tightly, looked around cautiously, and left.
He Jiangyun walked hunched over through the winding alleys, circling around them again and again. After making sure that no one was following him, he headed towards the flower shop.
Standing on the clean and spend some money, the middle-aged man deliberately combed his hair and adjusted his collar, then Zou Jing.
The female clerk was standing at the door seeing off a customer. When she saw He Jiangyun coming, she said in surprise, "You're here."
He Jiangyun gathered his clothes, nodded, and said nothing.
Yan Xiaqing didn't care. She knew that middle-aged men were like this, so she let down her guard and said, "Wait here for me."
She happily rushed into the store, took out some wilted flowers and handed them to the old man. Worried that the old man might dislike them, she quickly explained, "Don't look at these flowers because they look a little wilted. In fact, if you take them home and keep them in water, they will be no different from the fresh ones in one night."
"The store manager and I are usually reluctant to part with people, so we always take them home to use." The girl smiled sweetly and said, "I saved some for you."
He Jiangyun held a bunch of flowers in his arms, looking at the wrinkled leaves and petals, feeling extremely disgusted. If anyone had dared to send such garbage to him in the past, he would have taught that person a lesson. The flowers he usually gave to those little internet celebrities were more than ten times more expensive than these flowers.
"Thank you, thank you so much."
But he didn't express his feelings. He looked up and pretended to be grateful and said, "Little girl, you are so kind. Thank you for leaving the flowers for me."
"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Xiaqing didn't notice the disdain in the old man's eyes. She waved her hands and said, "This was also the manager's idea."
He Jiangyun stood at the door of the store, lost in thought. Seeing him holding the flowers and refusing to leave, Yan Xiaqing asked doubtfully, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"I actually want to order a bouquet of flowers."
The poorly dressed old man seemed embarrassed, lowered his head, and asked quietly, "Can your store deliver goods to my door? I'd like to order a bouquet of flowers from you. Is that possible?"
"You want to order flowers?"
It's no wonder that Yan Xiaqing was surprised, because all this was too unreal. The consumption in their store was not low. After all, the costs were relatively high. Apart from the bouquets that Fang Huai had sold before, the rest of the series were all over a few hundred yuan, and this period happened to coincide with Valentine's Day.
The price is better than Huadu.
But Yan Xiaqing saw that He Jiangyun was not joking, so she became serious and patiently answered He Jiangyun: "Yes, our store delivers within five kilometers, and there is no delivery fee."
"What type of bouquet do you need?" Yan Xiaqing gave a detailed introduction to the store's main series.
The old man in front of him rubbed his hands awkwardly and said in a hoarse voice, "I think this one is quite nice."
He pointed to the most flamboyant bouquet and said, "By the way, is that young man doing this type of thing?"
He glanced cautiously at Fang Huai, who was wrapping flowers beside him. When Fang Huai heard someone talking about him, he quickly came out of his immersion, stood up and greeted him.
"It's okay, manager, you're busy, I'll just introduce it."
Yan Xiaqing said nonchalantly, "No, he's the store manager. He's learning how to wrap bouquets now. I'm in charge of this series."
"Old man, why don't you take a look at other series? Their prices are different. These ones are the most cost-effective and have a long flowering period. They can be kept for at least half a month."
He Jiangyun withdrew his gaze and rubbed his fingers implicitly.
I asked casually, "Is he the store manager? He looks so young."
"Is he responsible for the delivery?"
Yan Xiaqing didn't understand why but still said, "Yes, there are only two people in our store right now, me and the store manager. He's in charge of delivery, and I'm in charge of packing."
"Then we'll have this one, delivered to the Huai'an neighborhood."
He Jiangyun stretched out his skinny fingers, randomly selected one of the items, and said, "Can it be delivered tomorrow?"
The address He Jiangyun mentioned was within the delivery range. Yan Xiaqing looked hesitant because the flowers selected by He Jiangyun were not cheap. Most of them were air-shipped and the price was very high.
She asked uncertainly, "Old man, are you sure you want this model? The production time is quite long and the cost performance is not high. How about..."
"I want this one. I'll pay in full. Just make it and deliver it to the address I specify. It doesn't matter if it takes a while."
"Okay." Yan Xiaqing took a deep breath. Her salary was not low, but she would have to think for a long time before buying this kind of bouquet during Valentine's Day.
This old man who used to pick flowers from the garbage dump actually decided on the flowers without saying a word, which made her feel very complicated. She shook her head to put aside the messy thoughts in her mind.
No more thinking, just fill out the order and collect the payment in one go.
“Welcome to visit us next time.”
He Jiangyun smiled at Fang Huai as he left, and Fang Huai smiled back.
Yan Xiaqing sat in front of the operating table in a daze. Fang Huai turned around and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Xiaqing sighed deeply, her eyes filled with resentment. "What would happen if there were another rich person like me in the world? I originally thought that old man... but now he has ordered the most expensive bouquet in our store without blinking an eye. I was being too sentimental. I kept recommending relatively cheap bouquets to him before, and now that I think of the wilted flowers I gave him before, I look even more like a clown!"
The more Yan Xiaqing thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. She covered her face and lay on the table with a look of despair.
"Drink some water." Fang Huai poured her a cup of tea helplessly and said, "It's okay. I don't have any money either."
“Bang!”
Yan Xiaqing suddenly sat up from the table, slapped her hands on the table, and looked resentful: "Hehe, I pretended to believe it."
Fang Huai turned his head and stopped looking at him.
Yan Xiaqing: Humph!
"Xiao Yan, I feel like this old man looks familiar." Fang Huai muttered as he watched the old man's staggering back, "But after comparing him carefully, he doesn't look like him."
The customer was very thin, so thin that only his loose clothes could be seen shaking. His beard and hair were very long, hiding his thin and old face. He was completely different from the arrogant middle-aged man in his memory.
"No, am I wrong?"
"By the way, what's his name?"
Yan Xiaqing looked at the name left by the old man and said, "Manager, his name is Wei Lai."
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