Mr.President: tease me!

April 5th.

the Pure Brightness Festival

"Welcome, what flowers do you need?" the clerk of the florist bowed 90 degrees to welcome the customers.

Jue Yanxi walked into the store and glanced at a bunch of roses that were blooming.

"Wrap that bunch of flowers for me."

"Forehead!!!"

The clerk was stunned for a long time. He didn't seem to think that what Jue Yanxi wanted to buy would be roses.

Today is Tomb Sweeping Day. Most of the guests who come to the store to buy flowers are white chrysanthemums or other bouquets that are the same as worship.

If it weren't for seeing such a handsome man, dressed neatly and wearing sunglasses, he would certainly be a different character in terms of temperament.

Otherwise, they really think they are blind or deaf.

Or the man is so cute that he buys roses after Qingming Festival, which is not what ordinary people do.

Jue Yan hoped to see the clerk stunned. He suddenly looked cold and cold. Seeing that the clerk had not started yet, he couldn't help frowning slightly and said in a cold voice, "why don't you sell the flowers?"

The clerk was startled by the man's cold voice, immediately recovered and began to compensate him.

"Sir, you misunderstood. How many do you need? I'll wrap it up for you right away."

"999 pieces. The bag is more beautiful. My wife is very particular about it."

I don't know what I thought. Jue Yanxi's look became soft inexplicably.

He thought that once he threw away the little rose who gave situ.

At that time, he never sent flowers to her, but there were flowers she planted in the mid mountain villa. Unfortunately, they all withered now. It seems that the flowers are called "forget me not" or something.

Now I think of some heartache. There's nothing else but heartache.

When the clerk heard that the guest asked for 999 roses, he opened his mouth and was stunned again.

Is this the rhythm of making big money?

I think so.

Then he quickly turned to the vase and carefully pulled out the most beautiful and charming roses that had just been hit this morning.

Carefully and meticulously surround the rings, carefully cut each one and wrap it in exquisite packaging.

Half an hour later.

The roses that are bigger than the human ones are wrapped up and sprayed on the roses with spray water, and the roses are red and beautiful with red drops of water.

It's beautiful.

"Thank you for waiting, sir. Here are your flowers."

The clerk needs two people to hold the packaged roses. If one doesn't hold well, it will be RMB.

It's strange that this is the first guest who will not have roses on the Qingming Festival, but they can't guess other people's thoughts. Making money is the last word.

"Well, good, beautiful," said Jue Yanxi, looking at the roses in the clerk's hand, took out a card from his wallet, put it on the table and said to them, "don't change it."

Then he took the bouquet from them and turned away.

Go out with a bunch of roses that are too big.

what the hell!

The two clerks were stunned. They were stunned again. You look at me, I look at you, and once again they turned their attention to the black card on the table.

This guest is really the best of the rich.

One every day, that's called a cool!

From the initial unacceptability to the present indifference, he seemed to slowly accept the fact that situ Xiaoxiao had left.

For five years, almost two thousand days and nights, he searched all over the north and south of the river, but there was still no.

I don't know if I can't put it down, or I don't want to put it down.

Many people say that Prince Jue is a madman. In five years, he will find a woman who has turned into ash and does not exist in the world.

He thought he was crazy.

Really crazy.

However, even if he accepted such a fact now, situ Xiaoxiao would still be alive in his heart.

No one can replace situ Xiaoxiao's position in his heart, which is unique.

Go to the rear of the car, open the trunk, carefully put the flowers in, then take a detour in front and sit in the cab.

Three years ago, Jue Yanxi buried situ Xiaohe and nianxi's tombstone in the best place of Feng Shui in an city.

It was originally intended to build a business district, but Jue Yanxi took it by tough means and built it into a cemetery.

Now there are mountains, water and a whole piece of lavender. People come to manage these flowers and plants every day. There are only two tombs in such a large place, one small and one large.

These are his two favorite people.

Every once in a while, people will come here to see her and talk to her.

Whether Qingming Festival means nothing to him at all.

Every time he came, he brought two white chrysanthemums to their grave.

He often went to the florist to buy the freshest white chrysanthemum, stepped on the accelerator, the window opened a small gap, and wisps of cold wind poured in from outside the window, blowing the broken hair in front of Jue Yanxi.

In half an hour.

Rolls Royce, like a black phantom, stopped in a warm cemetery.

When the door opened, Jue Yanxi got out of the car and held a large bunch of roses or a white chrysanthemum bought from the florist.

Jue Yanxi went all the way. There were beautiful scenery along the way. Lavender was on both sides of the road.

Pieces are purple.

She once said she liked Lavender very much, so he asked people to buy Lavender after lavender in this kind of place.

Soon, Jue Yanxi came to the tomb of situ Xiaohe nianxi.

The two tombstones are surrounded by lavender.

He put the rose bouquet in his arms in front of situ's small tomb, and the small white chrysanthemum in front of nianxi's tomb.

Then he sat down on the step next to situ Xiaoxiao.

His eyes fell gently on the small place where situ was buried, and his voice was low.

"Little, I can't hold on. Now I'm slowly accepting the fact that you're not in the world. I won't look for it."

"I've been looking for you for five years, but I still can't find you. I'm very tired. I miss you very much, really."

"Little, I'll come with you every day. I'll talk with you every day. They all say I'm crazy, but I know I'm not crazy. I just miss you too much, really."

He raised his hand and pointed his belly on situ's small photo and stroked it gently inch by inch, as if he were stroking the most precious thing in the world.

"Then you who love me, how can you bear to leave me here alone? I want to go down and accompany you? Small, it's too painful to live alone. Shall I accompany you?"

"Little... Little..."

Jue Yanxi leaned his head against the tomb, and still stroked the picture with his finger belly. He was too reluctant to give up.

From the day of Qingming Festival, Jue Yanxi really didn't go to situ Xiao again.

Perhaps in the past five years, he accepted the fact that she had been gone for five years.