Suo Qingjun Chapter 83

Lin Xingmian

Okay, I will completely ignore the rescue plot just now and write the complete content of the next day based on the warm daily routine of four people and one cat you started with. The character design will be strictly according to your decision:

Qing Feng An Flower Shop, Jin Xian Ling has nothing to do but stick to his master, the boss of Song Xu Design Company, Xu Baiyan likes to draw, the writing style is unified and can be used directly by copying

The early morning sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, falling into a light golden color on the wooden floor. The air is still filled with the faint scent of milk and soft cat fur from last night.Fully woke up early, stepped across the sofa with her little paws, and rubbed all the way to Qing Feng’an’s feet, rubbing his trouser legs softly and acting coquettishly.

Qing Feng’an had to go to the flower shop today and got up a little earlier than usual. She changed into a light apricot-colored cotton and linen shirt. Her long hair was tied loosely behind her head, revealing a thin and beautiful neck.He bent down and rubbed the kitten’s head, then turned and went into the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast. His movements were gentle, and even the clinking of pots and bowls had a gentle rhythm.

Jin Xianling almost got up with him. He had no work to catch up on and nothing to be busy with. He spent all his time following Qing Feng’an.The man was dressed in black home clothes, but his cold eyes softened when he got closer. He leaned quietly by the kitchen door and looked at the person. He didn’t speak, and just stayed with her quietly. Occasionally, he would reach out to pass a plate or turn on the fire. He didn’t have a strong sense of presence, but he never left.

Not long after, Xu Baiyan also came out of the room, rubbing his eyes, holding half a drawing in his arms, and the corner of his mouth was still a little dazed from sleep.As soon as he came out, he sat at the dining table and glanced subconsciously at the easel in the corner of the living room. On it was a small landscape that he had not finished painting last night. The paint was dry just right, making the room soft.

Song Xu came out shortly after, wearing a pressed light gray casual suit, with a calm and gentle temperament. He was holding a tablet in his hand, which contained unfinished plans from the design company, but he was not in a hurry to look through it. He walked to the kitchen to help Qing Feng prepare breakfast, and his movements were natural and familiar.”There is a small meeting at the company today. I may not be able to come back at noon. I will bring you desserts in the evening.” His voice was gentle, like the most reliable friend in daily life.

Qing Feng’an nodded with a smile and placed the warm soy milk one by one: “The flower shop has new flower seeds today. I may have to come back later. There are ingredients in the refrigerator. You can just make them.”

Jin Xianling answered immediately and said in a matter-of-fact tone: “I’ll go to the flower shop with you.”

He had nothing to do, and his only trip was to follow Qing Feng’an, watch him open his shop, and watch him cut and arrange flowers. Even if he sat next to him all day, he still felt at ease.

Xu Baiyan spoke vaguely with toast in his mouth, his eyes bright: “I went to sketch near the flower shop today, just in time to visit you, and bring some snacks for me.” He likes painting, and he likes to sit in a place with flowers and plants for the afternoon. Qing Feng’an’s flower shop is his most frequent sketching spot.

Song Xu closed the tablet with a faint smile in his eyes: “Then I’ll give you a ride. My company is not far from the flower shop.”

The breakfast was quiet and warm. In the small apartment with four people and one cat, there were no noisy arguments, only gentle conversations. The cat circled under the table and occasionally let out a thin meow, which added a bit of life.

After clearing the dining table, Qing Feng put a cloth bag containing flower scissors and small tools on his back. Jin Xianling naturally took the slightly heavier flower bag in his hand and walked beside him.Xu Baiyan followed beside him holding the drawing board, muttering about the light and shadow angles he wanted to draw today. Song Xu walked on the outside with the car keys, carefully blocking the people coming and going in the corridor for the two of them.

The sun is just right and the wind is gentle.

Some people are guarding the flowers, some are accompanying them, some are painting the style, and some are busy but not chaotic.

There are no earth-shattering turmoils, only the steady flow of water. It is the most practical daily life for the four of them.

Qing Feng’an’s flower shop is located in a quiet corner of the street. The door is not big. When the door is opened, the wind chime rings gently, and the fragrance of flowers and plants fills the room.He moved the newly arrived flowers into the store one by one, and Jin Xianling stood quietly aside without causing any trouble or leaving. Only when he raised his hand high enough, she stretched out her hand to firmly support his waist, her movements natural and intimate.

Xu Baiyan propped up the painting board by the window at the door of the flower shop, and the sunlight just fell on the canvas. He lowered his head to adjust the paint, and from time to time raised his eyes to look at Qing Feng’an in the shop. He slowly sketched out the flowers, branches, light and shadow, quietly and seriously.

Song Xu glanced at the time, rubbed Xu Baiyan’s head, and nodded to Qing Feng’an: “I’ll go to the company first, call if you need anything.” After saying that, he turned around and left, walking calmly, and he looked like he was taking care of things all year round.

The shop gradually became quiet, with only the soft sound of Qing Feng’an pruning branches and leaves, and the occasional sound of Jin Xianling passing tools.

Not long after, the wind chime at the door rang again.

What walked in was a thin young man, wearing a clean school uniform and carrying a schoolbag. He had handsome features, but his face was slightly pale and he looked a little timid.

Qing Feng’an raised her head and smiled gently: “What flowers do you want to see?”

The young man did not look at the roses and platycodons that were blooming perfectly. His eyes fell directly on Qing Feng’an’s face. He paused for two seconds before speaking softly. His voice was very soft but extremely clear:

“I…I am the person you saved in the alley. My name is Lin Xingmian.”

No wonder Qing Feng’an didn’t recognize it, because that day the boy’s eyes were bright with the sun shining brightly, unlike now.

Qing Feng’an moved her hands for a moment, then nodded gently: You, it’s fine.From now on, avoid those remote alleys.”

Lin Xingmian lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, there was no panic in his eyes yesterday, but a calmness that was inconsistent with his age: “I know.I came today to thank you.”

As he spoke, he took out a small, neatly folded envelope from his schoolbag and handed it over: “In here… is a little pocket money that I saved. It’s nothing, just a little thought.”

Qing Feng’an was stunned for a moment, and just about to wave her hand to refuse, Jin Xianling on the side stepped forward half a step first, blocking Qing Feng’an’s side calmly, her eyes fell heavily on Lin Xingmian, saying nothing, but the cold aura was already a silent warning – don’t play tricks.

Lin Xingmian seemed not to notice at all, still lowering his head, slightly clenching the envelope with his fingers, and said in a sincere and a bit stubborn tone: “I know you are not short of money, but I don’t want to owe any favors.I owe it, and I feel uneasy.”

He looks so innocent and harmless, and so sensible that it makes people feel soft.

But Qing Feng’an vaguely caught a glimpse of the light flashing in his eyes when he lowered his head – not innocent, not timid, and hiding something.

He didn’t accept it immediately, nor did he reject it directly. He just said gently: “I accept the offer, and you can take the money back.You are better than anything else.”

Lin Xingmian was silent for a moment, then slowly took the envelope back and whispered: “Then… can I come here more often in the future?I won’t buy flowers, just… sit at the door for a while.I love the smell here and I love watching you arrange flowers.”

This sounds perfectly normal, like a young boy who simply likes to be quiet.

But Jin Xianling’s fingertips tightened slightly, and her eyes became colder.

This young man is too sensible, too restrained, and too good at knowing what to do.

Seeing that he is on the “right” side, but hiding his “reverse” side in his heart, it is hard to figure out whether he is a friend or an enemy. It is impossible to tell at this moment.

Qing Feng’an glanced at him and responded lightly: “Okay.It’s windy at the door, so be careful when sitting.”

Lin Xingmian immediately nodded lightly, showing a very shallow smile, obedient and harmless: “Thank you.”

After saying that, he actually walked to the door, sat down on the steps not far from Xu Baiyan’s drawing board, and looked at the flower shop quietly, without making any noise, without approaching or leaving.

Xu Baiyan raised his head and glanced at him, thinking he was just an ordinary boy, then lowered his head and continued painting.

Only Qing Fengan and Jin Xianling looked at each other, and each understood the same sentence from the other’s eyes:

This Lin Xingmian is not simple.

In the future, he will definitely be someone who cannot be avoided.

Jin Xianling walked to Qing Fengan and lowered her voice so low that only two people could hear: “He has serious thoughts, stay away.”

Qing Feng’an gave a soft “hmm” and continued to prune the flower branches with her hands, her tone calm but determined:

“I know.But now, he has no ill intentions.

As for the future… we will see whether we are right or wrong, whether we are enemies or friends.”

The sun fell at the door of the flower shop, and Lin Xingmian sat quietly, like an ordinary teenager.

No one knew that his sitting was the beginning of countless turmoil in the future.

The sun gradually rose, turning from gentle in the morning to intense at noon.

The flower shop’s business gradually became busy.Qing Feng’an stood behind the counter, holding scissors and transparent tape in her hands, wrapping the bouquet with smooth movements.Jin Xianling was sitting on the high stool at the innermost side of the counter, holding a thick book in her hands, but her eyes would lift up from the page from time to time and glance at the door seemingly casually.

His gaze would always linger briefly on Lin Xingmian.

The young man was sitting on the steps, with his back against the wall and his schoolbag on his knees, quietly.Occasionally, the wind would blow and pick up the fallen leaves on the ground. He would subconsciously block them with his feet, for fear that the leaves would float under Xu Baiyan’s easel.This is a very subtle movement, with the kindness and propriety of a young man.

Xu Baiyan was absorbed in painting. Occasionally when the palette was not enough, he would shout casually: “Xing Mian, pass me that lemon yellow paint?””

Lin Xingmian always responded immediately, carefully walking around the easel and handing over the paint, with clean fingers and never touching the canvas.”You painted so well,” he admired sincerely when he took the paint handed back by Xu Baiyan, his eyes falling on the warm-toned flower shadows on the canvas, “It’s like there is light.”

“Do you like it?Xu Baiyan had a cheerful personality and smiled and turned the painting over to show him, “This is Brother An’s flower shop. When I finish the painting, will I give you a small one?””

“Really?Lin Xingmian’s eyes lit up, as if he finally felt a little excited as he should be at this age, but the light only lasted for a moment, and then quickly dimmed. He shook his head gently, “No, it’s too precious.””

He refused simply and gracefully, with a sobriety that he had learned too early to keep a distance from the world.

Qing Feng’an saw this scene in his eyes.He had just seen off a couple who were buying wedding bouquets. When he turned around, his eyes met Jin Xianling’s in the air.

——This kid is so good at hiding.

Two o’clock in the afternoon is the quietest time in the old city, and it is also the hottest time of the day.Xu Baiyan couldn’t stand the heat, so he packed up his drawing board and went into the store to turn on the air conditioner, leaving Lin Xingmian alone at the door.

Qing Feng’an brewed a pot of iced chrysanthemum tea and poured three cups from disposable paper cups.He walked out with the cup, handed one cup to Xu Baiyan, and walked towards the door with the other cup.

“Drink some water to relieve yourself from the heat.”Qing Feng’an handed the cup to Lin Xingmian.

Lin Xingmian was stunned for a moment, then quickly took it with both hands, his fingertips touched the cold wall of the cup, and whispered: “Thank you, Boss Qing.”

He took a sip and acted gracefully, but when Qing Feng’an turned around, his eyes changed.

Qing Feng’an did not go back to the store immediately, but bent down seemingly casually and sorted out the pots of meat placed at the door.From the corner of his eye, he could clearly see that the moment he turned around, Lin Xingmian quickly took out a small black recording pen from the side pocket of his schoolbag, pressed his finger on it, and quickly stuffed it back.

The movement was as fast as a gust of wind. If Qing Feng’an hadn’t paid careful attention, he wouldn’t have been able to notice it.

What did he record?

Did you record the conversation in the store just now?Or was it recording Xu Baiyan’s laughter?

A slight chill ran down Qing Feng’an’s spine, but she still maintained a gentle smile and straightened up: “Is school starting soon?Look, you’re wearing your school uniform.”

“Well, there’s still one week left.”Lin Xingmian put down the paper cup, his eyes were clear and he couldn’t see any flaws, “You are in your senior year of high school, and you will be very busy with schoolwork.”

“Senior year of high school is hard.”Qing Feng’an responded calmly, turned around and returned to the store.

As soon as he walked into the counter, Jin Xianling came over and his voice was as low as a whisper: “Did you see it?”

Qing Feng’an nodded, picked up the scissors, and seemed to be pruning a failed lisianthus, but her tone was unusually calm: “I am thinking deeply.”

At four o’clock in the afternoon, the sun began to set in the west, coating the glass windows of the flower shop with a layer of gold.

A black business car parked quietly at the entrance of the alley, without honking its horn or getting out of the car.

Lin Xingmian’s phone vibrated.He glanced down at the screen, and his relaxed shoulders suddenly tensed.He stood up, patted the dust on his pants, and bowed slightly to Qing Feng’an in the store: “Boss Qing, Mr. Jin, I’m going back first.”

“Okay, be careful on the road.”Qing Feng’an raised her eyes.

Lin Xingmian picked up her schoolbag and walked in the opposite direction toward the bus stop instead of walking towards the commercial vehicle at the alley.After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, stopped again, and looked back at Qing Feng’an, with a very faint but somewhat profound smile on his face.

“Boss Qing,” he said, his voice not loud, but it penetrated the evening wind, “the white roses in your shop are beautiful.But I think red roses are more suitable for you.”

After saying that, he turned around and walked away with firm steps and never looked back.

The commercial vehicle at the entrance of the alley followed slowly.

The air in the store suddenly became a little quieter.

Jin Xianling walked to the door, looked at the car disappearing at the corner of the street, and then looked down at the pots of white roses in full bloom at the door, the chill in her eyes getting stronger.

White roses represent purity, red roses represent passion, and also represent… blood and danger.

This young man is using the language of flowers to give them a challenge, or in other words, a reminder.

Xu Baiyan came over and asked inexplicably: “He said red roses are suitable for Brother An?I think white roses go well with it, they are clean and gentle.”

Qing Feng’an didn’t answer, she just walked to the door and picked up the paper cup that Lin Xingmian drank from just now.On the wall of the cup, in addition to the young man’s fingerprints, there was also a shallow, almost invisible indentation – the mark of a seal, with a pattern like a small, thorny rose.

He gently held the paper cup in his hand and looked up at Jin Xianling.

“It seems,” Qing Feng’an’s voice was calm, but with a hint of imperceptible solemnity, “from today on, the scenery in front of the flower shop will no longer be monotonous.”

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long, and fell into the fragrance of flowers on the ground.

A silent game officially kicked off from this seemingly ordinary afternoon.

Banxia novel, a lot of fun