Is this a real encounter?
Ah Feng opened the door, still half asleep, and his eyes widened instantly when he saw Zhou Junchang holding a bouquet of flowers.
Ah Feng stuck his head out the door, looking left and right suspiciously.
There was no one there; Xu Li had already gone upstairs and entered the house.
Ah Feng pulled Zhou Junchang into the room, stroked his chin, and looked Zhou Junchang up and down: "What have you been doing so late?"
"work overtime."
Then Ah Feng saw Zhou Junchang holding flowers in both hands, piling everything on the table aside to make room for the flowers, and neatly placing them down.
Zhou Junchang was dressed entirely in black, while the flowers were in warm colors, which seemed somewhat out of place, but also made Zhou Junchang appear more approachable.
Zhou Jun looked left and right, seemingly dissatisfied with the position, worried that the flowers might fall over and get damaged, so he took a cup from the side to lean against it.
Something's not right, something's not right, something's a million times wrong.
Ah Feng stood behind him, shaking his head: "Who gave it to you?"
"..."
The more Zhou Junchang acted this way, the more excited Afeng became. Normally, Zhou Junchang would have shut Afeng up long ago.
"That girl? I didn't see any other women with you before?"
Ah Feng muttered to himself, while Zhou Jun had already put the flowers away and gone into the bathroom.
Upon entering, seeing Ah Feng's probing gaze, I didn't forget to warn him, "Don't touch it!"
Ah Fen sheepishly withdrew his hand, then waved it at Zhou Junchang, saying, "I won't touch it."
Zhou Junchang came out after taking a shower, his hair still wet. Ah Feng sat in a chair, facing the bouquet of flowers, seemingly deep in thought.
Zhou Jun unfolded the towel hanging around his neck, drying his hair as he walked, and said in a cold tone, "Have you seen enough?"
Ah Feng stretched, sat down in his chair, and turned around: "Do you know what this flower means?"
Ah Feng explained, "Isn't it said that flowers always have a meaning or something? You know what a flower's meaning is, right? It's what a particular flower symbolizes..."
Xu Li gave Zhou Junchang flowers...
It's because I was angry, so this is kind of an apology.
As for the meaning behind it, Zhou Junchang recalled Xu Li's appearance in the flower shop. She seemed quite casual, not like she was carefully considering things. Perhaps there was no special meaning behind it; she just picked it up because she liked it. Even if there was a special meaning, it might just be a coincidence.
"Go look for them. They certainly wouldn't send you flowers for no reason. Maybe..."
Zhou Jun often told Ah Feng to go back to his room and sleep, his tone impatient.
The room was plunged into darkness in an instant. Zhou Jun slumped softly onto the sofa, forcing himself to close his eyes and not look at the bouquet.
But he couldn't fall asleep, so Zhou Jun often turned on his phone, and the bright light hurt his eyes.
My fingers flew across the keyboard—what is the meaning of sunflowers?
Zhou Junchang felt a slight nervousness, then saw the search results: a heartfelt blessing.
It represents beautiful expectations.
It means nothing else.
In such a situation, it would be most appropriate for colleagues to give gifts to each other, especially since they are colleagues.
It's pretty standard.
The phone fell onto Zhou Junchang's chest, bobbing rhythmically with his breathing. A flicker of emotion crossed Zhou Junchang's eyes; he himself wasn't sure what he was hoping for.
But Zhou Junchang didn't know that the search results showed the flower language that is generally accepted by the public. It is true that sunflowers represent positivity and blessings, and it is also true that they symbolize sunshine, loyalty and silent protection.
In the language of flowers, "October 11" is often associated with the meanings of "unique" and "exclusive," but many people are unaware of the additional meanings derived from combining it with sunflowers.
It is a single-minded gaze, a focused liking, and a silent love.
Zhou Junchang was unaware of these things; he only knew that he had difficulty falling asleep that night.
The next day, the sunflowers were somewhat wilted, and the flower stems were no longer upright.
Zhou Junchang looked at the withered flowers and scratched his head blankly, regretting that he should have sprayed water on them last night.
He rolled up his sleeves, sighed, and reluctantly began to unravel the flowers.
Since there were no vases at home, Zhou Jun often found a mineral water bottle, cut it open, and started pruning the flowers according to a guide he found online.
Ah Feng woke up at some point and was sitting on the sofa staring blankly at Zhou Junchang. Seeing how patient Zhou Junchang was, he thought he was possessed by a ghost and shook his head repeatedly.
Damn it, he usually doesn't even glance at things like this. When have I ever seen Zhou Junchang like this?
Ah Feng truly felt that his mother had changed. This matter had become very strange. Early in the morning, he saw Zhou Junchang's back with his head down, not knowing what he was doing. When he went over to take a look, he found that he was cutting flowers.
Seeing Zhou Jun repeatedly fiddling with the flowers in his hands, Afeng couldn't help but complain, "You're only doing this now, and they're already wilted."
Zhou Junchang paused in his hand movements, as if he had been poked by something.
Is it too late?
Because I wasn't careful enough and missed yesterday's opportunity, is it still useful to make up for it now?
Is it too late for everything?
Ah Feng walked over and patted Zhou Junchang on the shoulder, his tone more serious: "Junchang, what's wrong with you lately?"
Zhou Jun has experience cutting fruit platters, so when he cuts flower roots, he also has the shadow of cutting fruit platters. If you look closely at his lean forearm, you can see the faint blue veins rising and falling. When he exerts force with his knuckles, the veins on the inside of his forearm become clearer. When he raises his hand, the muscles from his elbow to his wrist will gently tighten, outlining a neat contour that is neither ostentatious nor lacking in composure.
Zhou Junchang stared intently at the flowers, but he was also pondering the question carefully in his mind.
Actually, nothing much has changed. Zhou Junchang feels that nothing has changed much in many ways. He goes to work as usual and goes home as usual...
Ah Feng looked at Zhou Jun's closed eyes, which didn't seem to indicate impatience, and then asked rather earnestly, "This time, you really ran into trouble?"
After saying that, he realized it was a grammatically incorrect sentence. Among them, Zhou Junchang was the most detached from worldly affairs. No girls had ever appeared around him, and even now, Ah Feng had never seen that girl.
So how can we say "this time"?
Ah Feng didn't know who this person was, nor did he know what type of woman Zhou Junchang would be interested in. In their workplace, there was no shortage of women, and they had seen all kinds of women. But judging from Zhou Junchang's words and actions, he didn't seem to be joking.
It's possible they've really fallen for it.
Ah Feng thought about it, feeling both scared and envious.
The two arrived just in time for the bright moonlight. The shop had some pre-ordered goods, several large boxes of paper, lanterns, curtains and the like, all bright red and festive.
Zhou Jun checked the goods, signed the documents, and then called a few of his men to move the goods into the warehouse.
Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and the hotel needs some renovations. Spending the New Year in a hotel is tiring but also crazy.
The exhaustion comes from not being able to go home; being in a place full of strangers is truly frustrating. The craziness comes from a group of people partying all night to welcome the New Year, which isn't so bad.
When Zhou Junchang finished moving his things out, he saw Xu Li standing at the top of the stairs, looking towards the warehouse.
Zhou Jun walked over and blocked Xu Li's view, a smile on his face: "What are you looking at?"
Xu Li looked away and asked Zhou Jun, "What are you moving?"
Zhou Junchang leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed, saying, "Guess."
Xu Li pouted, looking rather haughty: "I won't guess."
Zhou Junchang was amused by Xu Li's expression and quietly looked at her.
The two people, one tall and one short, stood there laughing. Then they fell silent, as if a chasm had been built between them.
In the past, it would have been normal for the two of them to remain silent, and it would have seemed a bit abnormal if one of them had to break the silence. But now, the sudden silence left both of them feeling somewhat lost.
When exactly did this change begin?
Zhou Junchang didn't know whether it changed in an instant or gradually. Regardless of the reason, Zhou Junchang couldn't find the source.
Unable to get any information from her, Xu Li snorted and left, leaving Zhou Junchang standing there alone. Watching Xu Li's retreating figure, Zhou Junchang felt as if he had returned to the beginning, when he would only glance at her from afar and then stop investigating. Everything was no longer his concern...
The high heels went upstairs, and finally there was no sound at the top of the stairs. Zhou Junchang remained in that position for a long time, lost in thought.
Finally, Ah Feng put his arm around Zhou Junchang's shoulder and led him to the bar.
Zhou Junchang snapped out of his daze, looked at Afeng, and a hint of broken emotion and hesitation flashed in his eyes.
Yeah?
Just like Ah Feng said, is this a real encounter?
Zhou Junchang himself couldn't answer with confidence. He had never understood Xu Li. Zhou Junchang could sense that Xu Li was not the same as the Xu Li he had initially thought of. He had previously thought that Xu Li was aloof, sharp, and arrogant, but now he knew that Xu Li was straightforward, frank, and insightful.
Zhou Junchang had no idea what Xu Li really looked like, her personality, her family, or her background.
Everything was unknown, yet Zhou Junchang still got caught up in it.
The hotel's heavy metal music played rhythmically, and Zhou Junjun often sat alone in a corner, seemingly undisturbed by any of the surrounding noises, his mind preoccupied with only one person.
Those details that he hadn't noticed at the time were now playing repeatedly in Zhou Junchang's mind. Every move, every smile, he didn't know why he remembered them so clearly, which surprised even himself.
Zhou Junchang recalled something. A long time ago, before Xu Li got drunk, Zhou Junchang was on his way to Mingyue Night when he overheard an argument coming from the intersection ahead, followed by a crowd of people and then the sound of something falling to the ground.
I glanced at it from afar and understood the gist of the matter. An elderly woman selling fruit was pushing a large cart, but people were accusing her of using fake scales. The woman must have been eighty years old, with wrinkles all around her eyes, and she walked with a shaky gait. I wondered how she could possibly pull that cart weighing dozens of kilograms.
In fact, everyone tends to believe the elderly, but no one has stood up. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some elderly people are very good at acting.
Zhou Junchang didn't know whether it was true or false. He didn't like to get involved in excitement, so he kept his head down and continued walking.
As I passed by, I caught a glimpse of red out of the corner of my eye.
"If there's really a problem, you should call the police, instead of bullying an elderly person here..."
Zhou Junchang was too far away to hear what was coming from behind.
If Zhou Jun had turned around more often back then, perhaps the figure in his memory would have overlapped with Xu Li.
It turns out that Xu Li had subconsciously taken up a place in Zhou Junchang's mind, like a seed that sits there quietly without you noticing, as if it doesn't exist, until a certain moment when it sprouts from the soil and grows as fast as bamboo.
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