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Her long hair is straight and smooth, her facial features are exquisite and three-dimensional, everything is like a product of careful carving, completely different from her own extremely casual personality.

"But Valentine's Day is more lively."

"Yes, foreign festivals can be celebrated casually." Wan Qing's eyes were suddenly attracted by an elderly couple. Both of them had gray hair and ordinary clothes. They seemed to be only in the ordinary clothing market. Cheap stuff bought here.

But the two old people are very energetic, they seem to have a good relationship, and they can't help laughing when they see each other.

Ye Chen also followed her gaze, and the walking speed of the two gradually slowed down.

I saw the clerk handing two bundles of wrapped flowers to the two respectively.

The flowers were very simple, just a rose with some baby's breath, but the two took it with care and respect, and then solemnly exchanged for the flowers held by each other like exchanging wedding rings.

It's just that such a bouquet of flowers, even if it is expensive, is not too expensive, but it seems to add a bit of fun to their ordinary old life.

The two old people walked down the steps energetically again. The husband sat in front and the wife sat in the back. Both bouquets of flowers were placed in the small cart basket.

The wife held an umbrella, while the husband stepped on the pedal hard.

They walked unhurriedly in the soft rain, passed Ye Chen and Wan Qing, and rode further away.

"Old man, I found out today that you have a lot more wrinkles on your face."

"It's the same with you. Compared with when you were young, you look like a lot of wrinkled bread."

"Man, it really gets old all at once."

"yes……"

After that, Ye Chen and Wan Qing couldn't hear clearly.

"Old life..."

"This is an old age life with a pension." Wan Qing narrowed her eyes, "Ordinary people can't live such a nourishing life."

"It looks like an ordinary person."

"It's just that the old man is frugal. That bicycle should be around the 70s. These two ordinary-looking old men-maybe they are professors somewhere!"

"It's nice to be young at heart when you're old."

"It depends on the person. Some people are forever young, and some people are already old when they are young." With one hand in her pocket, Wan Qing gently kicked away an irregular stone, letting it fall to the side in the small puddle.

"We've come a long way, do you want to turn back?"

"Come over from the other side, it's all here, so let's go to Wulin Square."

"There's nothing to do here..."

"Hey, there is actually a shop that specializes in selling musical instruments. It's quite impressive. I never noticed it before."

"After all, it is a thing that rich people can afford. How can ordinary people have the qualifications to learn these things to cultivate their sentiments?"

"Anyway, I don't need money to look at it." Wan Qing let go of her umbrella, and stuffed the little hand that was blown cold by the wind into Ye Chen's pocket, "Let's go, let's cross the road, it's just right red light."

"Um……"

This is the real city center. Walking slowly along the street, there are all kinds of shops on both sides, bustling and lively.

The musical instrument store is a place that you would not go in to have a look even if you see it on weekdays.

But this musical instrument shop is simply too big.

It's as big as a two-story small supermarket, with all kinds of customers coming in and out, and it also makes people have the courage to walk into it to find out.

There are more people watching, so you don't have to worry about looking shabby. After all, among so many people, not everyone knows how to buy things.

There are all kinds of small musical instruments everywhere on the first floor, such as harmonica, clarinet, bamboo flute, and even suona.

There are a variety of goods hanging on the walls, all of which are accessories for musical instruments.

There are harmonica reeds, clarinet diaphragms, guitar picks and the like.

Of course, there are many cute stickers, beautiful storage bags...

Even Wan Qing and Ye Chen, who didn't want to buy musical instruments when they walked in at first, couldn't help but want to buy one to go back and play.

"This musical instrument is so delicate!" Ye Chen excitedly held up a small piece of wood with a few iron bars embedded in it, "Look, it's so beautiful! I saw someone play a Christmas carol on it just now, it sounded so ethereal ah."

"Thumb piano." Wan Qing nodded lightly, "It's also called kalimba, and its characteristic is its ethereal and clean tone."

"Oh—you actually know it, and you know it so clearly."

"My favorite...it's my favorite band. At the farewell concert, Jiang Yuruo used it to play music, and then gently hummed a farewell song." Wan Qing shook her head with some emotion, "Hehe... At that time, I thought it was the Xue Music Team that was going to disband and say goodbye to everyone, but I later found out that she was saying goodbye to the other members..."

"So that's how it is..."

Of course, there are not only small instruments downstairs.

In the open space, there are some pipe organs and electronic organs, and on the high platform in the middle, there are two particularly delicate and beautiful pianos.

One is painted black and the other is painted white. One black and one white are put together, which is full of beauty.

Wan Qing's eyes fell on a black and red electronic piano, and she smacked her lips slightly: "It's a pity it's not the extended version, otherwise it would be almost the same..."

"what?"

"The keyboard player of the Xue Music Team used the electronic piano in several concerts. I heard that it was given to her by her high school teacher. It is also black and red, but it needs to be longer, and it is said that it belongs to some famous composer. Signed Custom Edition."

"Do you remember the names of the rest of the Snow Music Team?"

"I don't remember clearly. After all, when I was paying attention to this band, they had already disbanded for a long time. I only paid attention to the last member. I just learned about other people's affairs, at most I remember what their instruments look like, and I can’t even remember what their faces look like.” Probably because it was a little hot in the room, Wan Qing finally untied the half scarf Ye Chen gave her, and her body was covered with sweat. Heat walked aside, "I should remember when I liked it at the time, but after [-] years, my life became more difficult and busier. Until [-], when I jumped off the building, I didn't I’ve seen things about them again, even if I remember them, I’ve almost forgotten them.”

"How long have you been in love?"

"Maybe five years."

"It's been five years since I forgot..." Ye Chen drooped his eyelids, "How can I forget my favorite thing?"

"Yes." Wan Qing looked at her seriously, "When you are struggling just to live, you will forget everything, even yourself."

"What are you talking about..."

Wan Qing didn't say anything, just walked upstairs with a smile, and looked around again, but finally didn't find the familiar musical instrument in her memory.

……

Flower shops, fruit shops, everywhere.

Even near an old community like this.

In this sloping alley, there is a small flower shop.

The man who runs the flower shop is a middle-aged man with a shaved head. There are not as many people buying flowers as in other places, but today there are always business in twos and threes.

"There's even a small flower shop here, I've never seen it before when I came here."

"Is it new?"

"It doesn't look like it's newly opened..." Ye Chen pointed to the sign on the door of the flower shop - Jiefang Flower Shop.

The flower shop itself is also oblique triangle, the shape looks very unique, the facade is not big, very inconspicuous.

If it wasn't for the rain today, and the two walked slowly casually, I'm afraid they still wouldn't be able to find it.

"Ah, that's right! I've seen so many flower shops along the way... let's choose this one!"

"What do you choose here?"

"Isn't today Valentine's Day?"

"Yes."

"That's why I need to buy flowers."

Wan Qing rolled her big eyes: "What the hell are you buying, do you have a lover?"

Ye Chen winked at her playfully: "Can't I buy it for Dad?"

"Buying flowers for Dad on Valentine's Day, if you really have it...you can do it." Wan Qing didn't bother to walk up the hill, so she just stood under the eaves by herself and handed the umbrella to Ye Chen, "Go and buy it yourself." Come on, I'll wait for you here."

"Okay." Ye Chen took the umbrella with some reluctance, and quickly walked to the door of the small flower shop on the uphill.

At this time, a young man in jeans had just left in the rain with a bouquet of flowers.

"Boss... Are roses expensive here?"

"It's not expensive, the normal price is one yuan each, and it's selling for ten yuan elsewhere today."

"Ah, well...I want to...wrap a bouquet of flowers."

"To whom?"

"Cough, cough!"

"Haha, little lover?" The middle-aged man without hair raised his head and laughed.

"No, it's not...um...the other party is a girl."

"Oh, give it to a friend."

"A friend is almost... a little closer."

"Good friend? Girlfriend!"

"Bad, about the same? And... just a little bit higher?"

The boss narrowed his eyes: "Okay, I understand, shall I match you?"

"I, I only have ten yuan..." Ye Chen nervously took out the crumpled banknotes in his pocket and whispered.

"enough!"

The boss's craftsmanship is very good, and the price is very cheap. Soon, a bouquet of flowers will be wrapped.

In the middle are two fresh and plump pink lilies, surrounded by camellias, surrounded by gypsophila and some grasses that she can't name.

The paper wrapping this bouquet is pink and white, and it is decorated with transparent plastic paper with pink polka dots and cable ties.

"Here, ten yuan."

"Wow... what a big bunch..."

"Haha, well, hold it, be careful not to crush it, hold it like this, like holding a child."

"Okay, okay..."

Standing under the eaves, Wan Qing saw Ye Chen didn't even hold an umbrella, just holding a bouquet of flowers, ran down the drizzled slope, and ran in front of her.

"What's the hurry, why don't you hold on..."

Ye Chen's face was flushed, and he couldn't wait to hand out the flowers in his hand: "Here you are!"

"……what?"

"Send your flowers!"

"Isn't it for Dad?"

"S-send it to you... isn't today, isn't it Valentine's Day..." Ye Chen wanted to explain, but the more he explained, the more he stammered, "I, I, I was thinking about Valentine's Day, so...ah, no! I mean……"

"I'm your lover, right?" Wan Qing smiled half a smile.

"no!"

"Oh?" She was really stunned at this moment.

"You are my—love!"

……

115. Mature

The crystal-clear rainwater was flowing down the eaves. At this moment, Ye Chen's expression was a little embarrassed, as if Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Cambridge" sounded in her ears.

Silence is Cambridge tonight...

Wan Qing looked at her calmly, letting the wind slant some raindrops onto her face.

"Pfft, hahahaha——" She suddenly laughed without warning, she couldn't straighten her waist, she put a hand on Ye Chen's shoulder, and laughed and coughed again.

"……What are you doing."

"You boy, do you know that just now you were like a little girl wearing mom's lipstick, a kid who shaved and wore leather shoes just like her father?"