At the corner of the street, there was a small shop called Waiting for Flowers to Bloom. It was elegantly decorated. Besides all kinds of small flowers in pots, there were also bunches of packaged flowers.
For this shop, Jiang He even went to other shops to work part-time and peeked at people's daily life.
The main customers of the bigger shops were different from hers. Some worked with wedding companies to decorate weddings. After a wedding, they could earn thousands of yuan or tens of thousands of yuan. Some were close to advertising companies. When a new shop opened, the arrangement of flower baskets and pots was not as good as a wedding, but it was still a big deal. There were also decoration companies that decorated gardens. Once they opened, they could make money for half a year.
However, not to mention the commercial competition involved, this small shop couldn't handle it all — Wang Zijun had some connections and wanted to help out, but it was a pity that he was rejected.
He didn't expect to make a fortune, but he was satisfied with a small profit.
Gong Ping liked to come and play. She watched Jiang He fiddle with the bouquet and learned from time to time. The environment here was good.
"You have to blow on the roses before you give them out … Hoo!"
Jiang He held a bouquet of flowers to demonstrate to the customer. The young man in front of her looked a little introverted. He probably didn't buy flowers. He didn't know what he wanted with the bouquet, but he could tell from his words that he wanted the flowers that were in full bloom.
He blew on the bouquet of roses, and the petals that were gathered together spread. The young man suddenly understood, scratched his head awkwardly, and was ready to pay.
"Take care!"
Jiang He didn't give him the flowers after the demonstration. Instead, she took another bouquet and handed it to him.
She turned around and saw Gong Ping was watering the flowers with a watering can.
"I'm giving you a bouquet." She gave the bouquet of roses to Gong Ping. This woman was wearing a red dress, and it matched well with the flowers.
"Thank you!"
Gong Ping took it with a smile. "If I put it in the vase, will it bloom for a few days?"
"About a week, sometimes four or five days."
"Great! Ten yuan for one. It's worth it!" Gong Ping twirled the bouquet in her hand and sniffed it. She thought of something, and her happy face fell again.
"When will a man give me such a bouquet of flowers and not a mother who has given birth to two children like you?"
"You don't like it? Give it back if you don't like it."
"No!"
The two women in the flower shop looked very eye-catching at first glance.
On the opposite side of the road, Xu Qing pushed the stroller and watched the two of them move around in the shop. He looked at the traffic lights and hummed a song.
The old lady of Kaiyuan became a modern flower shop owner and was busy selling flowers every day.
He felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
If this was in a novel, Jiang He would probably be a person with superpowers. Every bouquet of flowers had its own story, and he would help the customers solve their problems …
An outline came out.
The green light turned green. Xu Qing pushed the child over with lunch. Jiang He stopped playing with Gong Ping. He turned around, picked up his daughter, and rubbed her cheeks.
It had been a month since the shop opened, and they were already busy with the applet.
Originally, Jiang He didn't want to make it so troublesome. According to Xu Qing, it shouldn't be able to sell many flowers, but it was enough to leave an impression on people who saw it.
At the same time, there was a public account for growing flowers. Xu Qing helped to move the experience and videos that Jiang He had shared on other platforms to gain popularity.
Of course, at present, it was mainly done by Xu Qing. Jiang He was only in charge of the shop. She was really not proficient in writing, so she still had to rely on this guy for many things.
The computer was brought over and placed on the table. Xu Qing also liked to work in this small shop. In the morning, Jiang He woke up very early and came to open the shop. He displayed the large and small flower pots and bouquets. When it was almost lunchtime, he would come over and busy himself with Jiang He's work. After that, he would do his own work, and the day would pass by again.
It was a little more troublesome than before, but it was more fulfilling.
The owner of the milk tea shop next door occasionally glanced outside and showed disdain for Xu Qing's way of doing things. Not only did he let a woman move flower pots around in the morning, but he also closed the shop at night. Jiang He bent over and moved flower pots while Xu Qing held the child and looked at it. It was not like a man at all.
Gong Ping walked around, watching Xu Qing work in the corner of the shop, and then teasing the couple's daughter and son. Her mind was full of finding a boyfriend.
"You two are too much, aren't you?"
Seeing the almond fly across the air and fall into the mouth of Xu Qing, who was typing furiously on the keyboard, Gong Ping couldn't help but say.
"Do you want one too? Open your mouth. "Jiang He peeled another one and looked at Gong Ping eagerly.
"I don't want one. I'm going to find a boyfriend. Bye."
"When did you have a boyfriend?"
"I'm looking for one because I don't have one."
Gong Ping took the rose that Jiang He had just given her and went out without looking back. She planned to throw the rose at whoever she liked and then ask, "Classmate, did you drop this flower?"
In the afternoon, there were fewer people on the street. The sun was blazing in the sky, and there weren't many people shopping. At this time, it was relatively quiet. Jiang He dawdled with Xu Qing for a while and then planned to rest on the table for a while.
"Eh? You are … Little He Miao? "
A surprised voice sounded. Xu Qing and Jiang He looked back and then looked at each other. They realized that they didn't know the person who spoke.
"Master Qing?!"
When the person saw Xu Qing's face clearly, he was even more surprised.
"Ah … it's me. May I ask who you are?" When Xu Qing heard this voice, he felt that it was more likely that the person was his fan.
Thinking of this, Xu Qing couldn't help but straighten his back. He was also a public figure and had fans.
"I'm Hu Datong! I watched your livestream when there weren't many people … "Hu Tong pointed at himself and was quite excited." Why didn't you livestream? "
"I'm selling flowers."
Xu Qing said casually. He was still thinking about this familiar name. Why did it sound so familiar …
Then, he slapped his thigh. "I remember now! Are you the one who cut my weird video? "
"Yes, yes, I … ah, no, not me."
"It's you!"
Xu Qing joked with his audience, who were quite talkative. It was a wonderful feeling.
"It's a pity that you didn't livestream, but it's good to sell flowers … This small shop looks new."
"Of course, it's only been a month. Do you want to give a bouquet to your girlfriend?"
"No, I just felt that you looked familiar when I passed by. After thinking for a long time, I remembered who you were, so I came back to have a look. Sure enough, it's you." Hu Tong was happy to see them in person today.
"So they are your twins … Wow, they are so cute."
Xu Qing had bragged about being pregnant with twins on Lady Qing's account, but he didn't post any photos.
In the blink of an eye, it seemed like a long time had passed. Back then, Xu Qing was holding a chain mail and bragging in the livestream. Now, he was opening a flower shop with the twins in the corner of this small city and editing videos. Hu Tong looked at the couple enviously.
While they were chatting, Gong Ping came back.
Holding the flowers, she looked at Hu Tong curiously.
"You have guests. Let's chat another day." Hu Tong was about to leave after saying goodbye. He used to chat with his friends in the livestream. Now that they met on the street, it felt good. Ever since he knew that Xu Qing was also in Jiangcheng, he wondered if he would bump into him occasionally.
He also met the guy in the wheelchair, who was a little popular recently. Jiangcheng was full of talents.
"You should know this guy. When there were fewer people in the livestream, you often chatted on the bullet screen," Xu Qing said to Hu Tong while pointing at Gong Ping.
"Oh?"
"Really?"
Hu Tong and Yogurt looked at each other and were a little confused.
"I'm … Hu Datong."
"I'm Yogurt, Yogurt …" Gong Ping was stuck. She really couldn't say the words "Yogurt Beauty".
Why did she come up with such a stupid name in the beginning? She was already an old woman now. What kind of beauty was that?
"Yogurt Beauty?" Hu Tong was a little surprised.
"Please don't mention this name."
Gong Ping said expressionlessly. She didn't want to chat with this person anymore.
Xu Qing and Jiang He looked at each other. Good lord, it felt like a fan meeting.
Who would have thought that in this small Jiangcheng, there were actually two people who watched their livestream?
"The three of you are actually together!"
Hu Tong exclaimed. Then, he felt a little enlightened. It turned out that these people were friends, and this woman was the couple's housekeeper.
After staying for a while, Hu Tong left in a good mood. Jiang He took out Xu Qing's computer and searched for the previous Ghost Beast. He laughed with Gong Ping. This Hu Datong was really talented.
After two o 'clock, Xu Qing pushed the two children out for a walk. Ever since he had children, he didn't like driving anymore. He just pushed the stroller and walked on the streets of Jiangcheng. He looked at the green leaves on the roadside and felt the breeze. It was more comfortable than putting the two children in the car.
Sometimes, he felt that walking was annoying. At this time, he kind of thought of Wang Zijun's wheelchair. If he were to push the stroller in a wheelchair …
Well, he wasn't as thick-skinned as Wang Zijun.
Wang Zijun could do what ordinary people couldn't. He didn't care about what others thought of him and only did what he wanted to do. In this regard, Xu Qing had to admit that he was not as good as Wang Zijun.
A few birds chirped, and the mottled light shone through the dense branches and leaves on the roadside. Xu Qing stopped and looked around. He sat down on the stone bench by the roadside and played with the two children in the stroller.
The father who was pushing the stroller stopped by the roadside and played with the children.
Someone on the other side of the road took a picture of this scene and came over to show it to Xu Qing. At the same time, he asked for Xu Qing's opinion.
"What exhibition?" Xu Qing was confused. Looking at the picture taken by the other party, it was actually quite good.
"Jiangcheng Photography Exhibition."
"Will it be in the newspapers?"
"Uh …" The other party was caught off guard. His train of thought was successfully disrupted by Xu Qing. He didn't know Xu Qing's attitude, so he said hesitantly, "If it wins an award … maybe it will be in."
"Okay, take it and use it. Send me a copy of the original … Wait, I don't think this pose is handsome enough. Why don't we take a new one?"
"No need, no need … This is the most natural way. If we deliberately pose, it won't be effective." The girl holding the camera was embarrassed.
The main body of the photo was Xu Qing sitting on a stone bench under a green tree by the roadside. He was bending over and facing the stroller. The two children in the stroller couldn't be photographed. Otherwise, the twins would be better.
However, Xu Qing's leisurely and loving expression just now was already very good.
Xu Qing asked about the newspaper and added the girl's WeChat message, waiting for her to send the photo over.
When Xu Wenbin saw it, hahahaha …
Thinking of that scene, Xu Qing wanted to put his hands on his hips and laugh.
He didn't know if it was because he had been beaten too hard by the belt in the past. Anyway, as long as there was a chance, he wanted to show off to Xu Wenbin.
Qin Hao married the woman with the braid that he saved. Now, every time he returned home and saw Qin Hao and his wife on the balcony, he would bring up the matter of his bravery to show off, for fear that Xu Wenbin would forget.
The afternoon wind blew slowly. Xu Qing glanced at the time and pushed the stroller slowly to the old house. Jiang He's flower shop was not too far from Beiwang Road.
As usual, Zhao Shu sat under the parasol to earn his salary, with a thermos flask in his hand.
"Zhao Shu, are you resting?"
"Yes, bringing the child out to play?"
"I'm just strolling around. It's not good for the child to be cooped up all the time."
Xu Qing laughed, went to the security room to find a disposable paper cup, and came over to drink his tea.
"You're already a father, but you don't seem to have changed at all." Zhao Shu looked at Xu Qing's appearance and smacked his lips.
"The change is huge. We're too familiar with each other, so you can't see it. Look at his figure, look at his muscles …"
"Don't bend your little arms."
"Hehe."
Zhao Shu held the cup and took a sip. There was more white hair on his temples, but he was in good spirits and joked with Xu Qing.
He watched him grow up, have a girlfriend, and now be a father. He was familiar with him, whether he was an elder or a junior, or a friend despite the difference in age.
After Xu Qing moved away, he felt a little lonely.
The two of them sat at the entrance of the community, each holding a cup of tea, with a large stroller next to them.
Under a tree not far from the community, Zhao Shu's grandson was no longer the little boy he used to be. He had grown a lot taller. He didn't go to school on the weekend and played with his phone under the tree. He could faintly hear the sound of the whole army attacking.
A slightly chubby child stood next to him, but he didn't hold his phone. He was in a horse stance and looked very serious. His eyes kept glancing over, but he was too embarrassed to come over and say anything.
He was a little older and more sensible, so he was too embarrassed to chase after others and call them masters to learn martial arts.
However, his intention to learn martial arts had not changed. The heroic image of Jiang He holding the dog-like goddess of war with one hand was deeply engraved in his mind. He had always believed that martial arts existed in this world.
"That child is practicing martial arts?" Xu Qing found it interesting. In his memory, when he lived here, there seemed to be a chubby little boy following Jiang He to learn martial arts.
"Yes, I often see him practicing. Not to mention, it's quite useful to lose weight. He's strong, which made his mother happy. That time, he fought one or two people and didn't lose."
"This child has a bright future."
Xu Qing nodded. The posture of the horse stance was very standard, and it didn't change after so long. It was much better than when he was young.
"Your Little Jiang opened a flower shop to sell flowers?"
"Yes, it's over there. Just walk three roads and turn the corner."
Xu Qing gently shook the stroller and raised his finger to point into the distance.
"Really good."
Uncle Zhao praised. Then, as if he had thought of something, he smiled proudly.
"In the past, when the police asked about your wife, your Aunt Cheng and I both said that she had lived here for several years. Usually, you guys buy groceries and cook. Life is quite good." Zhao Shu said in a slightly lowered voice. He held the cup and drank some water. The wrinkles on his eyebrows stretched as he raised his eyebrows. "Your Aunt Cheng didn't even say that she was holding a knife when she first came. What do you think? I've long said that you guys are living a good life."
"Haha, it's all thanks to you guys, Zhao Shu."
Holding a knife when she first came …
Xu Qing thought about it. It seemed that the first person Jiang He met was Aunt Cheng, so he had always ignored this.
No matter what, that was in the past. The little old lady was now the owner of the flower shop.
The sun was setting in the distance. An old man, a young man, and two children were sitting at the gate of the old residential area, enjoying their leisure time.
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