My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 316 If life is like first time

  At the corner of the street, I don’t know when, there is a small shop called Waiting for Flowers. The decoration is elegant. In addition to all kinds of small flowers in flowerpots, there is also a bouquet of packed flower clusters at the door.

  For this shop, Jiang He even went to other shops to work part-time, peeking at what people are like.

  The main source of customers for larger stores is different from her. They cooperate with wedding companies to arrange weddings. A wedding can cost thousands of profits, but as many as tens of thousands. . There are also close to advertising companies. The new store opens flower baskets and flower pots, which are not as big as weddings. There is also a decoration company, garden landscape layout, and it is opened once for half a year.

  But not to mention commercial competition, this small shop with a big **** can’t be busy—Wang Zijun does have something to do with him, but it’s a pity that he was turned down if he wanted to help.

  I didn’t expect to make a fortune, and I’m satisfied with a small profit.

  Gong Ping likes to come over to play, watch Jiang He tinker with bouquets, and learn from time to time. The environment here is very good.

   "The rose, before sending it out, you have to blow it hard...huh!"

Jiang He held a bunch of flowers to demonstrate to customers. The guy in front of him looked a bit introverted. He should rarely buy flowers. He didn't know the needs while holding the bouquet. He could only hear from the few words that he wanted the kind of blooming. of.

   Breathed **** the rose bouquet, the petals that had originally gathered together unfolded, the young man suddenly realized that he scratched his head awkwardly and was ready to pay.

   "Go slow!"

   Jiang He did not give him the flowers after the demonstration, but took a bunch of them and handed them out.

   Looking back, Gong Ping was holding a spray can to give Hua Zi water.

  "I will give you a flower." She gave Gong Ping the rose she had just demonstrated. This woman was wearing a red dress, which matched her well.

   "Thank you!"

  Gong Ping smiled and took it, "Can I open it in a vase for several days?"

   "About a week, sometimes four or five days."

   "Awesome, ten yuan for a flower, great value!" Gong Ping twisted the bouquet in her hand, sniffed it close, and she collapsed again after she didn't know what to think of.

   "When did a man give me such a bunch of flowers instead of you, a mother who had two children."

   "I still dislike it, return me if you don't love it."

   "No!"

  Two women staying in the flower shop, they look very eye-catching at first glance.

   Across the road, Xu Qing pushed the stroller to watch the two move in the store, looked at the traffic lights, and hummed softly.

  The little old lady of Kaiyuan, who became a modern florist owner, was busy selling flowers every day.

  Inexplicably very sense of accomplishment.

  This should be put in the novel, probably Jiang He will be a supernatural person, each flower has its story, and then help customers who buy flowers solve problems...

  An outline comes out.

  The green light was on, and Xu Qing pushed the child over to bring lunch. Jiang He stopped fighting with Gong Ping, turned around and picked up his daughter to rub his cheeks.

  Since the store opened for a month, they have started to work on the mini program.

   Originally, Jiang He didn't want to be so troublesome. According to Xu Qing, this shouldn't sell many flowers, but it's enough to leave an impression on people who see it.

  At the same time, there is also a public account for growing flowers. Xu Qing helped bring over Jiang He’s previous experiences and small videos shared on certain platforms to accumulate popularity.

  Of course, Xu Qing is mainly engaged in it at the moment. Jiang He only cares about the business in the store. She is really not proficient in writing copywriting and so on. In many places, she still has to rely on this guy.

Bring the computer over and put it on the table. Xu Qing also likes to work in this small shop. Jiang He got up early in the morning and came over to open the shop and displayed the large and small flower pots and bouquets. He came when he was about to have lunch. , Was busy with Jiang He's affairs, and then did his own thing, and the day passed by again.

  It’s a bit more troublesome than before, but it’s more fulfilling.

The owner of the milk tea shop next door occasionally took a look outside, expressing contempt for Xu Qing’s piety, and asked a woman to move around in the flowerpot every morning. It was also Jiang He who closed the door at night, bending over and humming. When he moved, Xu Qing hugged the baby and looked at him, not at all like a man.

  Gong Ping turned around, watching Xu Qing work in the corner of the shop, and teasing the couple’s daughter and son, all thinking about finding a boyfriend.

   "You guys are showing off too much, right?"

  Gong Ping couldn't help but watched the almonds passing through the air and falling into Xu Qing's mouth crackling on the keyboard over there.

  "Do you want it too? Open your mouth." Jiang He peeled another one away, eager to try to Gong Ping.

   "No, I'm going to find a boyfriend, goodbye."

   "When did you have a boyfriend?"

   "Just look for if you don't have one."

  Gong Ping took the rose that Jiang He had just given her, and went out without looking back, throwing the flower out whoever he wanted to see, and then asked: Classmate, did you drop this flower?

  In the afternoon, there were fewer people on the street, the sun was clear, and there were not many people who came out to go shopping. At this time, they were relatively leisurely. Jiang He and Xu Qing lingered for a while, and asked him to take a break at the table.

   "Huh? Are you...Xiao He Miao?"

  A shock sounded, Xu Qing and Jiang He looked back, then glanced at each other, and found that they did not know the person who made the sound.

  "Young Master?!"

  The visitor saw Xu Qing's face clearly and was even more surprised.

   "Ah... it's me, may I ask you?" Xu Qing felt a little bit overwhelmed by this sound, maybe it was his fans.

  Thinking of this, Xu Qing couldn't help but stand up. We are also a public figure and have fans.

   "Me, Hu Datongshu! You used to watch the live broadcast when there were no other people..." Hu Tong pointed at himself, quite excited, "Why don't you live broadcast anymore?"

   "Isn't this just selling flowers."

   Xu Qing casually said, still thinking about this familiar name, why is it so familiar...

   Then he patted his thigh, "I remember! Isn't it you who cut my ghost video?"

   "Yes, yes, I...ah no, it's not me."

"just you!"

  When I met my audience outside, I was still a very talkative guy. Xu Qing was joking and a little happy. This feeling is very strange.

   "It's a pity that you don't broadcast it, but the flowers are also pretty good... This little shop looks very new."

   "That is, it's only been more than a month, do you want to give a bunch of flowers to your girlfriend?"

   "Without that thing, I just passed by and felt familiar. I wanted to think about it for a long time, and then I came back and looked at it. It is indeed you." Hu Tong was happy and saw the real person today.

   "This is your twins... Oh, so cute."

  Xu Qing showed off on the account of the twins, but did not post any photos.

  It seems that a long time has passed since Xu Qing was holding her chain mail and bragging in the live broadcast room. Now she is taking the twins at a flower shop in a corner of this small city and cutting the video. Hu Tong can not help but envy the couple.

   was chatting, Gong Ping came back.

  Holding the flower, he looked at Hu Tong curiously.

"You have guests, we will talk another day." Hu Tong said hello and was about to leave. He used to chat and blow water like friends in the live broadcast room. Now, when I meet on the street, I feel pretty good. Since he knew that Xu Qing was also in Jiangcheng I wondered if I would encounter it occasionally.

  The wheelchair brother who was a little hot recently was also met by him. Jiang Cheng has a talented person.

  "You should also know this. In the past, when there were few people in the live broadcast room, you often chatted on the barrage." Xu Qing pointed to Gong Ping and said to Hu Tong.

"Oh?"

"is it?"

  Hu Tong and Yogurt looked at each other, and they were a little confused.

   "I am... Hu Dayongshu."

   "I'm sour, sour..." Gong Ping got stuck, the word yogurt girl is really unspeakable.

  How did you get such a mentally handicapped name in the beginning, now you are all old women, beautiful girls, beautiful ass.

  "A beautiful yogurt girl?" Hu Tong was a little surprised.

  "Please don't mention this name."

   Gong Ping was expressionless, she didn't plan to chat with this person.

  Xu Qing and Jiang He looked at each other. Good fellow, it feels like a fan meeting.

  Who knows that in this small Jiangcheng, two of them have seen their live broadcast room.

   "You three got together!"

  Hu Tong exclaimed, and then he felt a little surprised. It turned out that several people were friends, and this woman was a housekeeper for them.

After staying for a while, Hu Tong left in a good mood. Jiang He used Xu Qing's computer to find out the ghosts and animals from the past, and had fun with Gong Ping. This Hu Datong tree is really talented.

After two o’clock, Xu Qing pushed the two babies out for a stroll. Since having a child, he doesn’t like driving more and more, so he drove the trolley around on the road in Jiangcheng at will, watching the green leaves on the side of the road, blowing The breeze is more comfortable than putting two babies in a car.

  Sometimes I feel annoying to walk. At this time, I feel a little bit about Wang Zijun’s wheelchair. If I drive the wheelchair and push the stroller around...

  Well, he is not as cheeky as Wang Zijun.

  Wang Wangjun can do what ordinary people can't. He doesn't care about the eyes of others, and only does what he wants to do. At this point, Xu Qing must admit that he is inferior to him.

  Several bird calls, dappled light streaming through the dense branches and leaves on the roadside, Xu Qing stopped to look around, leaned on the roadside stone and sat down, holding the stroller to tease the two children.

  The father pushing the stroller for a walk stopped by the road and played with the child.

  Someone across the road filmed this scene, came over to show Xu Qing, and asked Xu Qing for his opinions.

  "What exhibition?" Xu Qing looked dazed, looking at the photos taken by the other party, it turned out to be quite good.

   "Jiangcheng Photography Exhibition."

   "Will there be a newspaper?"

   "Uh..." The other party was caught off guard and was successfully disrupted by Xu Qing. He didn't know Xu Qing's attitude, and said hesitantly: "If you win the prize...it might be."

   "That's OK, you can use it, send me a copy of the original... Wait, I don't think this pose is handsome enough, should we take another one?"

   "No need, no need...It's the most natural way, but deliberately posing for a photo has no effect." The little girl holding the camera was embarrassed.

  The main body of the photo is Xu Qing sitting on a stone bench under a big green tree on the roadside, bending over to face the stroller. The two children inside cannot be photographed, otherwise the twins should be better.

  However, Xu Qing's leisurely and loving eyes just now are also very good.

  Xu Qing asked about the newspaper, and added the little girl's WeChat message to wait for her to send the photo.

   Show Xu Wenbin at that time, hahahaha...

  Thinking of that scene, Xu Qing wanted to laugh with her arms akimbo.

  I don’t know if I was pulled too hard by the belt before, anyway, as long as I have a chance, I want to show off to Xu Wenbin.

  Qin Hao married the big braid he rescued, and now every time he goes home and sees Qin Hao's couple on the balcony, he will dig out what he had done before, for fear that Xu Wenbin may have forgotten it.

  The wind blows slowly in the afternoon, and Xu Qing takes a look at the time and walks slowly to the old house with the stroller. Jiang He’s flower shop is not too far from Beiwang Road.

  Uncle Zhao, as in the past, sits under a parasol and mixes wages with a thermos cup on hand.

   "Uncle Zhao, rest?"

   "Well, take the kids out to play?"

   "Wandering around, being bored is not good for children."

  Xu Qing laughed, and went to the security room to find the disposable paper cup and rubbed his tea.

   "I'm a father now, it doesn't seem to have changed at all." Uncle Zhao looked at Xu Qing's appearance, and smacked his lips.

   "The change is big, we are too familiar, you can't see it, look at the figure, look at this muscle..."

   "Don't bend your little arm."

   "Hey."

  Uncle Zhao took a sip while holding the cup, his temples had more white hair, but he was very energetic and made fun of Xu Qing.

  Watching him grow up, talk about his girlfriend, and now he is a father, whether he is an elder or a younger generation, or a year-end friendship, he is familiar.

  After Xu Qing moved out, she was a bit lonely.

  Two people were sitting at the gate of the community, each holding tea, and there was a large stroller beside them.

Under the tree not far away in the community, Uncle Zhao’s little grandson is no longer the little **** kid at the beginning. He has grown a lot and didn’t go to school on weekends. He was playing under the tree with his mobile phone, and he could faintly hear the sound of the whole army attacking. .

  There was a fat kid standing next to him, but he didn't take his mobile phone. He was stance and struggling with a serious look. His eyes kept looking here, and he was embarrassed to say something.

  I am older and understand a little bit, so I am embarrassed to chase people behind their **** and ask the master to learn martial arts.

  However, the mind of practicing martial arts has not changed. At the beginning, Jiang He held the heroic figure of a dog like a **** of war with one hand, and it was deeply burned in his mind. He has always firmly believed that there is martial arts in this world.

   "The kid is practicing martial arts?" Xu Qing looked interesting. In his impression, when living here, there was a little fat Dun'er following Jiang He's buttocks to learn kung fu.

   "Well, I often see him practicing, let alone, it is very useful to lose weight, practice strong, and **** fun. That time, one fight and two fights did not suffer."

   "This kid has a future."

  Xu Qing nodded, the posture of Zha Mabu is very standard, and it hasn't been deformed for so long, which is much better than before.

   "That young **** in your family opened a flower shop to sell flowers?"

   "Well, it's over there, walk three roads, just around the corner."

  Xu Qing shook the stroller lightly, lifting her finger to the distance.

"really not bad."

  Uncle Zhao praised, as if thinking of something, and smiled triumphantly.

"Before the police asked about your daughter-in-law, your Aunt Cheng and I said that she has lived here for several years, and she has been here for a long time. Usually you buy vegetables and cook, and you have a good day." Uncle Zhao said in a low voice. , Holding the cup and drinking, the frown at the corners of the eyebrows stretched with the movement of raising the eyebrows, "Your aunt Cheng didn’t even say that she was holding a knife when she first came here. How? I said long ago, you guys have a good life. of."

   "Haha, thanks to Uncle Zhao you."

  I took a knife when I first came...

  Xu Qing thought for a while, it seemed that the first person Jiang He met was Aunt Cheng, and she ignored it all the time.

  No matter what, those are all gone, and the little old lady is now the owner of the flower shop.

  The sunset shifts in the distance, one old and one young plus two children, sitting at the gate of the old community and enjoying their free time.

  (End of this chapter)