Play Nice

Chapter 360: Chapter 360
Someone in the queue recognized Jing Zhao and shouted, "Mr. Jing!"

He turned back and nodded in response.

There were reporters near the entrance, who just took a picture of Jing Zhao leading the business leader in.

Even the back is correct.

Jing Zhao led the business leader to the staff passage, which led directly to the office on the second floor of the second building of the art museum.

He Jiang was busy, and Xiao Dong followed behind.

The people who came and went on the road were all staff. They were curious about the person Jing Zhao was holding, and glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally.

Shang Lingling hugged the flower: "Why did you come out? Don't you need to go to the opening?"

"Curator Song will figure it out." As they walked on the glass corridor, Jing Zhao asked, "Are you sleepy? Do you want to find a place to sleep?"

The business leader worked overtime late last night, and got up before five o'clock in the morning to catch up.

But she was very energetic: "I came to see the exhibition, not to sleep." Walking to the middle of the corridor, she stopped and gave Jing Zhao the flowers in her hand, "Here, it's for you."

Jing Zhao stared at the flower for a few seconds before taking it.

Shang Lingling opened his bright eyes and smiled more brilliantly than the bunch of flowers: "I wish our Teacher Jing film festival every success."

"Canglian?"

The business leader shook his index finger: "It's a domestic small cang lotus."

21 small cang lotus, surrounded by white dianthus plum.

Jing Zhao raised the flower in his hand, blocking the sight of passers-by, and lowered his head to kiss Shang Lingling's face: "Thank you."

He likes it very much, likes Canglian, likes Xiao Canglian, and likes Xiao Canglian brought by business leaders.

She held him: "Am I the first to send you flowers?"

"It's the first."

In fact, it wasn't the first one. Jing Zhao lied. When he was a peacekeeper, an old lady in Gygistan gave him flowers.

Thinking about it again, there are children who have also sent him flowers.

However, this is the first time he has received flowers from a little girl, so it can be regarded as the first time, if the business leader is happy.

Her eyes widened and she was very happy: "Fortunately."

"Fortunately what?"

"Fortunately, I sent flowers."

Yesterday morning, the funeral home had two farewell ceremonies.

Zuo Xiaoyun stood blankly at the entrance of the farewell hall for a long time, and Sister Zhou and the business leader walked over.

Sister Zhou asked, "What are you looking at?"

Zuo Xiaoyun said, "Look at the flowers."

Didn't Zuo Xiaoyun find someone to play with last time? Her father, Director Zuo, found out. Director Zuo's education method is very unique. He forced her to read a book without beating or scolding, telling her that there was reason and truth in the book. Life is as beautiful as jade.

Not to mention, reading has a role to play. Zuo Xiaoyun has been a literary young woman recently.

Sister Zhou glanced into the farewell hall, and all she saw were white chrysanthemums: "What's so beautiful about flowers."

The flowers in the funeral home are the most unsightly, and they make people want to cry.

"Sister Zhou, have you ever sent flowers to your husband?"

Sister Zhou didn't have to think about it: "I didn't send it."

When she was in love before, she always gave belt lighters or something, and never thought about giving flowers.

Zuo Xiaoyun turned his head and asked, "Where are you leading?"

The business leader shook his head.

Jing Zhao gave her the blue enchantress, but she never gave Jing Zhao flowers.

There were constant crying in the farewell hall, and Zuo Xiaoyun suddenly sighed with emotion: "I heard that the first bouquet of flowers most men received was at their funeral."

The business leader thought to himself, but fortunately Jing Zhao was not.

He has already received Xiao Canglian.

"Mr. Jing."

It was curator Song who was calling for Jing Zhao. There should be something wrong.

Jing Fu waited for a while, and said to the business leader, "Let Xiao Dong show you around first."

"it is good."

Jing Zhao carried the flower back to the office of the art museum.

Shang Lingling followed Xiao Dong to the exhibition hall.

The number of visitors to the Imperial Art Museum is limited, and it will be specific to the flow of people at each time point. There are not many people in the exhibition hall, and each exhibition area has a commentator who is responsible for explaining.

At this time, someone raised their hand.

But the narrator is busy.

Xiao Dong just saw it, and said hello to the business leader: "I'll go over there."

Shang Lingling asked him to go to work and stroll around by himself.

Xiao Dong walked over. He didn't bring his work card, so he put on the collar pin that the staff only had: "Hello, do you need any help?"

A family of three was looking at a work on the wall.

The man asked, "There's a war going on behind, why didn't the woman in the photo run away? Why are you still picking fruit?"

This photo was taken three years ago and is called "Normal".

There is a moon at the top of the photo. Under the moon is the cannon fire. Below the cannon fire is the Nina tree. Under the Nina tree, three women are holding baskets and picking fruit.

Although Xiao Dong is not a professional lecturer, he is very clear about this work: "This is Nina fruit, and its core is a natural dye. Nina fruit has a very short maturity period and is very perishable. Pick it in time, and the fruit will rot."

In the family of three, only the wife seemed to understand.

Their daughter asked, "That's not in a hurry."

Coincidentally, Xiao Dong also asked Teacher Jing when he saw this photo for the first time.

"In Chusang, there are at least [-] days of war with the neighboring country in a year, and the ripening period of Nina fruit is only one week."

So this work is called "Normal".

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　　Good Calvin.

　　I heard that most men receive the first bouquet of flowers at their funeral.This sentence is seen on the short video.

　　Fairies and fairies, if you have a lover, send him a bouquet of flowers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)