Chapter 127 Modern Extra (1)
【Modern Extra】
【Identity introduction：
Wen Wanyu: 24-year-old owner of the 'White Tea Pure Joy' flower shop
Xie Junyao: Deputy Director of Orthopedics Department of Nanning Municipal Hospital, 29 years old
(Boy pursues girl, age difference is 5 years)]
(You can watch it if you want to, and you don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to)
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[First article: Buying flowers]
Raindrops hit the window, making a crisp sound, like hitting piano keys. In the rainy streets, cars shuttled back and forth, lights flashed, and pedestrians hurriedly walked with umbrellas.
Even in April, you still need to wear a coat.
'Crunch'
"Hello, buy some flowers." A gentle and magnetic male voice, along with the summer dust that was gradually awakening in the air, melted into her eardrum.
Wen Wanyu turned around. A man in a thin, long black trench coat approached slowly. His brows were relaxed, his eyes were bright, and his demeanor was dignified. Gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge. Hidden within the lenses were deep, unfathomable eyes, radiating a noble aura.
Because his skin was very white, he exuded an inexplicable coldness, which contrasted sharply with the black coat.
Very handsome.
The man moved the transparent umbrella in his hand again and asked her: "This umbrella..."
"Oh." Wen Wanyu pointed to the empty space at the entrance and said, "Just put it there."
"good."
"Um...excuse me, who are the flowers for?"
It wasn't that Wen Wanyu was gossipy or trying to pry into his private life. It was just that she'd been running the flower shop for two years and had seen all sorts of people. Some people gave white hydrangeas for weddings, carnations for birthdays, and then ended up relying on her, the flower shop owner. So it was better to ask for details.
"Mother."
"Mother..." Wen Wanyu asked again: "Does your mother have any favorite flowers?"
The man paused, his head lowered in thought.
After a while, Xie Junyao shook his head: "I don't know."
His parents are divorced, and he has lived with his father since childhood. He has an ordinary relationship with his mother, so he doesn't know if she has any particular favorite flowers.
"In that case... I recommend lisianthus. Lisianthus symbolizes love and gratitude for the mother." Wen Wanyu pulled out a bunch of refreshing blue lisianthus from the sea of flowers.
Xie Junyao always felt that this flower language was... corny.
Wen Wanyu thought he didn't like it. After thinking for a moment, she pulled out a pale pink carnation and said slowly, "Carnations are called 'mother flowers.' The flower language of carnations is: passion, charm, tender love, true love, mother, I love you, warm blessings, loving you, kindness, selfless maternal love, tolerance, mother flower, strong family affection, family remembrance, pure admiration, passionate love, enthusiasm, sadness and regret, greatness, holiness, comfort, spiritual connection, sincerity, good luck, and longing."
"Change it." Xie Junyao vaguely remembered that his mother didn't like carnations. The last time he gave her carnations, his mother just threw them in the car and didn't care about them anymore.
Wen Wanyu looked around for a while, muttering, "Tulip, where is Tulip?"
Xie Junyao didn't hear clearly, so he leaned over and realized that she was talking to herself.
"Oh." Wen Wanyu pointed to the large bunch of tulips on the table. There were red, pink, white, yellow, purple, orange, and black tulips. "Do you want me to tell you the meaning of the tulips of different colors?"
There were so many colors, Xie Junyao found it funny: "You can remember them all?"
"Sure." The flower shop owner in front of him blinked his big eyes.
Xie Junyao chuckled: "Then recommend a color."
"What about pink?"
"OK."
"Are 10 enough?"
"enough."
Wen Wanyu smiled and said, "You are so funny." He hoped that all customers could be as straightforward as him.
The florist walked past him, and a faint fragrance passed by in an instant. It was not the fragrance of flowers, but a fragrance that could "stand out" among many other flower fragrances.
She stood in front of the table, still decorating the tulips in her hands, without even looking up. "Any requests regarding packaging, sir?"
Her long chestnut curly hair, like seaweed, was casually draped behind her, shiny and soft, flowing down her shoulders and swaying gently with her movements.
The cold white skin looks even smoother under the light.
Xie Junyao looked away.
"Hmm? Sir?" After not hearing an answer for a long time, Wen Wanyu looked up in surprise.
Xie Junyao, trying to hide something, immediately took out his phone from his coat pocket and said, "You can do it."
"good."
She lowered her head again and concentrated on wrapping the tulips.
She moved slowly, each step delicately. The sleeve of her dress fell off twice, but she remained calm. She put down the flowers and, with unhurried fingers, she pulled her sleeve up a little, revealing her smooth, white wrist, adorned with a thin silver bracelet.
The shop was very quiet. Outside, I could hear the rustling of rain and the sound of cars passing by.
Xie Junyao put his phone back into his coat pocket. "Can you really remember the language of all those flowers?"
The tone was clearly one of disbelief.
Wen Wanyu looked up, locked eyes with him, and said with a smile, "Sure."
"After all, we're in this business, so we have to remember this. Some customers are very concerned about the meaning of flowers. If you have to look it up online, you're wasting both of their time and it also lowers their impression of us."
Her voice is like a sweet spring, very comfortable to listen to.
"Um."
There are three flower shops on this street, and Xie Junyao felt that he had come to the right place.
"Alright." Wen Wanyu placed the packaged tulips on the table. "A total of 158 yuan."
Xie Junyao took out his phone and was about to click on 'Scan', but then he withdrew his finger: "Do you have WeChat? Add WeChat."
"Sure." Wen Wanyu took out a code from under the cash register.
Xie Junyao scanned it and saw the name was "White Tea Qing Huan" Flower Shop. Okay, it was a work account, not a personal one.
He didn't want to ask for other people's private WeChat, it was too presumptuous.
Xie Junyao paid the bill, but for some reason he didn't want to leave, so he started to make small talk: "Why is it called 'White Tea Qing Huan'?"
"White tea is pure and happy, nothing else matters. I am waiting for the wind and for you."
Wen Wanyu added: "I quite like this line of poetry."
"Um."
The rain has stopped.
Wen Wanyu opened the door, and the scent of rain instantly rushed into the flower shop. She deliberately softened her voice, "Welcome to visit next time."
Well, I have to go now.
Xie Junyao picked up the umbrella: "Thank you."
"You're welcome! Goodbye!" She waved.
Xie Junyao placed the flowers on the passenger seat and slammed the door. When he found her still leaning against the door, he stopped and nodded slightly at her: "Goodbye."
After saying that, he got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away.
Cheng Shuyi came back on his electric bike and stopped in front of the White Tea Pure Joy. He propped up his head with envy and said, "What a rich guy!"
Wen Wanyu said, "Hmm?" "Who is it?"
“That car!”
Cheng Shuyi took off his helmet: "Bentley SUV."
[Part 2: Ordering Flowers]
Nanning Airport
The airport was bustling with people, as passengers bustled through the terminals. The busy airport hall was bustling with people and piles of luggage.
Xie Junyao held the tulips in his hands, looking impatient.
I wanted to throw the flowers away and leave countless times.
"drop-"
His cell phone vibrated in his coat pocket. He frowned and took it out. Half an hour had passed.
When he clicked into WeChat, he was stunned.
['White Tea Qing Huan' Flower Shop]: Sir...um...you haven't paid yet
Xie Junyao then realized that he had forgotten to pay after adding WeChat.
【Xie-】: I’m sorry.
[Xie-]: You initiated a transfer of 20,000 yuan.
It took about two minutes for the other side to come over.
['Bai Cha Qing Huan' Flower Shop]: Dear, you've been around too much!
When Wen Wanyu saw the 20,000 yuan, she nearly dropped her phone. She sat in a high-backed chair, lost in thought, her mind wandering. 20,000 yuan? Could he be trying to... support her? He was handsome, drove a Bentley, and must be rich, but why? How could she refuse him later?
'drop-'
A notification sounded from WeChat, and Wen Wanyu quickly clicked on it. The next second, she was amused by her own ordinary message -
[Xie-]: What's going on? I forgot to tell you. I want to order flowers, one bouquet every day, delivered to 1103, Building 11, Senhe Garden at 7:00 AM. Any flowers you like, you can choose.
This was also a sudden idea of Xie Junyao. He was about to start work and would probably be very busy after joining the job. It would be impossible for him to go to the flower shop on time every day, so he thought of this idea. Since it was an order for flowers... she would deliver it personally, right?
He held his phone, twitching the corners of his mouth, laughing at his own impulsiveness. They'd only met once, but it felt like they'd known each other for ages. If Xie Junqun knew this, he'd definitely laugh at himself.
['White Tea Qinghuan' Flower Shop]: Okay, please leave me a phone number and recipient's name.
Xie Junyao replied almost immediately.
Xie Junyao, 137XXXXXXXX. Sorry for the trouble.
['White Tea Qing Huan' Flower Shop]: It's not a bother, thank you for taking care of our business~
Someone patted his shoulder. Xie Junyao pursed his lips and turned around. His mother had come out of the passage at some point and was looking at him leisurely.
"Son! Who are you chatting with? Why are you laughing so happily?"
"No one. Why didn't you call me?" Xie Junyao calmly turned off his phone and handed her the flowers.
"I did call out, but you didn't hear me."
Xie Junyao's mother, Yang Yuanwan, was a professor at Luhe University. She had been transferred to Nanning for a semester. Upon learning her son had settled in Nanning, Yang Yuanwan made the decision without hesitation. Three years had passed since they last met.
Yang Yuanwan held the flowers and raised her eyebrows: "The flowers are nice."
"Did my daughter-in-law pick it?"
"No." Xie Junyao took the luggage and walked out of the airport.
Yang Yuanwan caught up with him: "No? That's you? It must be my daughter-in-law. Don't be shy, son. Just tell Mom."
"I don't have a girlfriend." Xie Junyao put the luggage in the trunk and opened the passenger door. "Get in the car."
As Yang Yuanwan got into the car, she said, "Tsk, I don't believe it. If you didn't have a girlfriend, who were you talking to just now? Your mouth was almost stretched to your temples."
This is too much! How come my mother has become so gossipy after not seeing her for a few years? He closed the passenger door and practically ran away.
As soon as he got in the car, Xie Junyao felt driven crazy by his mother's gossipy gaze. He had no choice but to reveal the details: "The florist suggested it."
"Oh." Yang Yuanwan fastened her seat belt: "You like her."
"No."
"You have."
"Mother." Xie Junyao looked straight ahead and started the car: "No."
"Okay, okay, no." Yang Yuanwan was more and more certain in her heart. Her son, the iron tree, had finally blossomed. Although she had not spent much time with her son, a mother knew her son best.
There are almost no girls around him. If he really doesn't like someone, he will answer categorically: I don't have anyone I like. He has never run away.
"How long have you known each other?" Yang Yuanwan asked pretending to be indifferent.
Xie Junyao said in a flat voice: "Just now."
"just???"
Yang Yuanwan smiled awkwardly: "Son, you are great."
…
Yang Yuanwan insisted on moving into his apartment to live with him, and Xie Junyao had no choice.
After arriving at the apartment, Xie Junyao took out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet and said, "Please take care of it. I didn't know you were coming."
As soon as she entered the room, Yang Yuanwan looked around.
There was no sign of a girl ever living there. The apartment was dominated by gray tones, not bright, but rather gloomy. Yang Yuanwan didn't like it.
Xie Junyao said: "Are you hungry? Order takeout?"
Yang Yuanwan waved her hand: "I'll cook. Young people should eat less takeout, eh! Just in time..."
"You should learn how to cook from me. To capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach. Only then will the flower shop owner be interested in you."
Xie Junyao was speechless: "..."
"Hey, when will you start working?" Yang Yuanwan then became concerned about her son's work.
Finally got off the subject...
"The morning after tomorrow."
Yang Yuanwan nodded: "Okay, then help me go to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers tomorrow."
Xie Junyao: “…”
After dinner, Xie Junyao hid in the study.
At 7 o'clock the next day, the doorbell rang.
Xie Junyao woke up at 6:00 a.m., changed into a formal suit, and waited at the entrance around 6:45. He waited for a minute before opening the door.
What came into view was a strange face.
"Hello, this is 'White Tea Qing Huan'. Is this Mr. Xie? These are the flowers you ordered. Today we are sending white roses. I wish you a happy life~" Cheng Shuyi said a lot of things, but found that the other person was not listening at all.
Cheng Shuyi thought he had taken the wrong path: "Hello, are you Mr. Xie?"
"yes."
"Please sign for your message." Cheng Shuyi handed him a pen and said, "Write your name here."
When Xie Junyao was writing, Cheng Shuyi finally looked at him with confidence. Wanwan said that Xie Junyao was very handsome, but no one told her he was so handsome.
Yang Yuanwan heard the noise and opened the door. "Son, who is that?" Her eyes fixed on a girl holding flowers. Daughter-in-law? Here comes the daughter-in-law!
Xie Junyao sighed, his mother was about to start again...
Before he could say anything, he saw his mother running over.
Yang Yuanwan suppressed her excitement and looked at Cheng Shuyi: "Are you the owner of the flower shop?"
Cheng Shuyi shook his head, took back the list and pen, and said jokingly, "I don't count. I'm just a partner in the flower shop and an occasional errand boy."
"Oh, so you're not the flower shop owner." Yang Yuanwan glanced at Xie Junyao meaningfully. It turned out she wasn't her daughter-in-law. No wonder her son wasn't excited at all.
Cheng Shuyi was puzzled. So you are not the flower shop owner, what does this mean?
"Thank you."
"No, you're welcome."
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