As soon as he walked out of the store, Ning Chunyan felt a heat wave hit his face. This season may be missing a heavy rain to wash away all the sultry heat.

People were coming and going on the street. Lin Feng was in a trance, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand. He suddenly felt that he was so inappropriate: "This happened. I bought a bouquet of flowers for no reason. How should I explain it to my wife when I go back?"

Ning Chunyan blinked: "What's not easy to explain? It's romantic. People are more romantic than princes. One flower a day."

"Isn't that the time for people to fall in love? I was also in love with my wife, how many years ago. Now I buy her a bouquet of flowers. It doesn't mean that I wasted money, or that I doubted whether I did something.

bad thing……"

After hearing this, Ning Chunyan took a breath: "Is life so suffocating after getting married?"

Lin Feng made a nostalgic expression: "No. Most of the time, it's still very beautiful. Having someone by your side, that feeling is really different. It's like having both armor and weakness.

…”

Ning Chunyan couldn't imagine what it felt like. She still felt terrible.

"I didn't expect that a guy like Wang Zixu, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would be so romantic. He would buy a flower every day. Hiss, it makes me feel sick... But that woman also has some problems. How can she keep buying flowers for more than a year?

What about the roses? Do you simply like flowers or do you want to see someone’s sincerity? You don’t need to wait for more than a year to see sincerity, right? It’s not too much. Wang Zixu’s small salary is not enough for her to waste, so she might as well divide it.

.”

Ning Chunyan spoke in an old-fashioned way, not like a young and beautiful girl in her twenties, but like a picky mother-in-law, trying to defend the prince.

Lin Feng suddenly slapped his head: "I remember, what the boss lady said just now, I know Zhang Qian from the Propaganda Department!"

Ning Chunyan turned to look at him: "Really? What kind of person is she?"

Lin Feng said: "I met Zhang Qian once because of some inspection before. She is particularly famous for one thing. When the boss lady said that just now, I connected, but I was wondering whether I should tell you about it.

…”

Ning Chunyan was anxious: "Pedant, you have already revealed Wang Zixu's ex-girlfriend, what else can't be said?"

Lin Feng thought for a while, and kept saying "fuck it" in his heart. If Ning Chunyan wasn't here, he would have said it out loud. But Ning Chunyan was here, and he couldn't be violent, so he had to suppress it.

After compiling his emotions, he whispered:

"About seven or eight years ago, someone put up a flower array in the square, with 999 red roses, to confess to Zhang Qian. After that, Zhang Qian started talking to people. At that time, this paragraph was still a good story in Xihe, and I

I thought this guy was quite romantic, but just now I heard the boss lady talk about it, and bang, it’s connected.”

Lin Feng clapped his hands, and Ning Chunyan's eyes widened with horror on his face.

"In other words, that person was trying to steal love? Zhang Qian's boyfriend at the time was Wang Zixu?!"

Lin Feng pursed his lips and whispered, "Do you know what's more terrifying? I'm wondering if that person knows about Brother Zixu giving a rose a day? That's why he deliberately sent 999 roses as a demonstration."

"Killing and killing people?"

The two of them stood still at the same time.

This story is so classic that it’s a bit cliche. It feels like an inattentive screenwriter has plucked a passage from an old movie and placed it in reality. The absurdity also reveals a hint of arrogance. If this fucking plot is to be released in theaters, it must be

Someone shouted for a refund.

However, as the newly reunited confidants of Wang Zixu, the two completely entered into Wang Zixu's perspective. They could not imagine the romance of 999 roses. What they thought of was the steady flow of one rose every day. In the end, they were defeated by the power of local tyrants and the bricks flew away.

.

Judging from the final ending of the story, Zhang Qian and the rich man finally got married, while Wang Zixu was buried in the rolling dust of the world.

"Say," Lin Feng said, sighing, "Isn't this just to completely crush people's self-esteem?"

"It's too bullying." Ning Chunyan said.

Lin Feng raised his head suddenly. He could hear a hint of crying in her voice, and when he saw it, he found tears in her eyes.

Lin Feng was a little surprised. He thought that he was indeed a person engaged in new literature and art. He was emotionally sensitive and could empathize so easily.

He comforted: "A woman like Zhang Qian is not suitable for brother Wang Zixu. If he really marries Zhang Qian, it will be a kind of torture for him."

Ning Chunyan was not comforted, but the tears in his eyes accumulated more and more, and he said with a strong nasal voice: "The key is very unbalanced? Why, that person is so rich, ask him to pay back the money. Then

Why are you a woman? Why are you so thick-skinned?"

Lin Feng reminded her to keep her voice low so as not to offend someone if she heard it. Besides, if she really paid back the money, wouldn't it hurt people's self-esteem even more?

Lin Feng said: "To take a step back, everything is over. Brother Zixu is now married and living well. No one has been knocked down by life, right?"

Ning Chunyan calmed down for a while, raised her face and said, "What about his wife? Where is his wife? Didn't the flower shop owner say she doesn't have her? Are you sure you remember correctly?"

"Well……"

At this point, Lin Feng felt a pain in his back again, as if he had been stabbed in the back. He was sure that he remembered correctly. He suspected that Wang Zixu had deceived him. But what reason did he have to deceive himself?

Ning Chunyan said: "You might as well call him and ask."

At first, Lin Feng felt that it was not good to disturb Wang Zixu rashly because of this matter. Ning Chunyan reminded him a few words on what to say, and then Lin Feng made the call with peace of mind.

The call was quickly connected, and Lin Feng pressed the speakerphone button.

"Hey, Brother Wang, haha, I haven't seen you for a long time after drinking last time, haha..."

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a few days. Speaking of which, we agreed last time to wish you good fortune. People, they can't help but worry about money and power."

Wang Zixu's voice sounded very gentle and firm, the same as his usual voice but different. The difference was that it seemed to be more firm than usual.

Ning Chunyan was gesticulating silently from the side, while Lin Feng calmly said to his mobile phone:

"I was walking outside today and suddenly I came across the flower shop where your wife works. I thought about going to say hello..."

When the other person heard this, he said before he finished speaking: "Did you go to the flower shop on the corner of the square?"

Lin Feng glanced sideways at Ning Chunyan, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Oh, it's unfortunate that you went there. My wife has been resting at home these days and didn't go to work."

Lin Feng frowned: "But, the boss lady said, they haven't hired any female employees?"

The other end of the phone smiled softly: "I understand, did you mention my name first and then ask about my wife?"

Lin Feng and Ning Chunyan looked at each other: "So... right."

"She was joking with you. I know her very well, and she is a person who likes to joke. In addition, there were a lot of people pursuing my wife in the past, and I would come to inquire about her every now and then, so she always said that there was no such person.

, and then it became a habit.”

After Lin Feng and Ning Chunyan listened, they were completely confused. They intuitively felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't explain what was wrong specifically.

The prince smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, ask her again, and she will tell you something else."

Ning Chunyan wanted to mention Zhang Qian's matter several times, but she suppressed the impulse. After thinking about it for a moment, she realized that Zhang Qian's matter must be a scar in Wang Zixu's heart that cannot be opened. If she rashly

Lifting it is equivalent to tearing open the scar with force, and pus and blood will flow out endlessly.

No matter how curious she was, she shouldn't bring up the past in front of him.

Lin Feng's tone was a little stiff: "Well, then, let me tell you something."

"Well, you say."

"The essay competition we held recently is about to end. You still have to pay attention to it and polish your work. In this competition, not only will my teacher serve as a judge, but also senior leaders will attend the award ceremony. You know... or

It needs to be taken seriously.”

"Okay. I actually have an idea. I'll finish it in a few days." Wang Zixu replied decisively.

After hanging up the phone, Ning Chunyan and Lin Feng parted at the corner of the square with confusion.

They were too embarrassed to really ask the landlady. There are many things in the world that have no results. The same happened with this matter. Since Wang Zixu said it so categorically and logically, it would be impolite for them to pursue this matter further.

Already?

Maybe he just doesn't want them to see his wife's true face?

Ning Chunyan held a handful of gypsophila in her arms and stared blankly ahead. The sun was like a furnace, baking the ground pale, and the heat rose amidst the chirping of birds. She felt that she must look dull now.

A bit like the 13-year-old Natalie Portman in "The Killer Isn't Too Cold".

Walking to the shade of a tree, she put down the gypsophila in her arms, opened the screen of her mobile phone, looked at the distant skyline, thought about it seriously, and then edited on her mobile phone:

[I was walking on the street today and suddenly felt so lonely. I heard people say that loving someone is like having armor and a weakness at the same time. I can't understand this feeling. Maybe it's because I have never devoted myself to it.

Love someone.]

[I searched my guts, and the closest emotion I could think of was writing a name on the rain-wet glass obsessively, using a pillow to experiment with a shape that could dream of someone, and walking alone on the street, obviously having nothing to do with it.

, but suddenly remembered that person’s name, and then I felt very happy. I was listening to other people’s stories, but I was always thinking about that person.]

[I told myself not to think about it anymore. But it was like a flood. The more restrained it was, the more turbulent it became. I had no choice but to follow my inner call and go directly to that guy to ask for an explanation. You said, it felt like my heart was being damaged.

Is it love when you carve out a piece of emptiness? Little Prince?】
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