Suo Qingjun Chapter 78
byAll the flowers have fallen
The next morning, the sky was slightly bright, and Qing Feng’an woke up early.
Jin Xianling beside him was still sleeping peacefully holding him, her long eyelashes drooping, her usual coldness and jealousy gone, leaving only a bit of gentleness.Qing Feng’an gently removed his hand from around his waist, and moved slowly when she stood up, for fear of disturbing her lover.
He stood by the window, looking at the gradually awakening city downstairs, with a gentle but firm light in his eyes.
They have traveled from ancient times and have thousands of years and character, but they still want to take root in this modern world.He doesn’t like disputes or scheming, he just wants to keep one side pure and do gentle and comfortable things.
Opening a flower shop has been his long-cherished wish.
Simple, pure, floral, and warm, just like his temperament that emerges from the mud and remains untainted.
When Jin Xianling woke up, she saw Qing Feng standing in front of the window, her long hair untied, her plain clothes hanging down, and her whole body covered with inextricable tenderness.He immediately stood up and walked over, hugged the person gently from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, “Why do you get up so early?”
“I’ve thought about it.” Qing Feng’an turned around and looked up at him, her eyebrows bright and steady, “I want to open a flower shop.”
Jin Xianling was not surprised at all, she just reached out and stroked the top of his hair, her eyes full of indulgence: “Okay, whatever you want to do, I will accompany you.”
He would never block any of Qing Feng’an’s intentions, and would only do everything he could to protect his wishes.
The two hit it off immediately.
Qing Fengan personally designed, selected the location, and arranged every detail personally.What he wants is never luxury or ostentation, but simplicity, cleanness, and character, just like him.
Within a few days, the flower shop was completed as scheduled.
The name of the store was chosen by Qing Feng’an himself – the flowers have fallen.
On the small wooden signboard, the handwriting is clear and elegant, with a character that has been accumulated for thousands of years. There is a line of small words below, which is a slogan written by him:
The flowers have fallen and the world is clear.
The layout of the flower shop is minimalist, but there is gentle ingenuity hidden everywhere.
Looking from the front, there is a light wood-colored door on the right, with a string of crisp wind chimes hanging on the door. When the wind blows, the bells jingle, which is clean and healing.On the right side of the door, there are layers of flower stands, from low to high, with each section higher than the other. Every morning, the freshest seasonal flowers are placed. The colors are soft, not gaudy, and you will feel comfortable at a glance.
On the left side of the door, there is a big tree that is not too strong but has luxuriant branches. The trunk is covered with red ropes and red ribbons. It flutters gently when the wind blows. It is a wishing tree specially set up by Qing Feng’an. People who come and go can write down their wishes and tie them to the branches, hiding the simplest tenderness.
The interior of the flower shop is spacious and bright, with several simple wooden seats for people to rest, sip tea, smell the fragrance and meditate.
At the innermost side, there is a small private garden, planted with various flowers and plants. When the sun shines, it is a small world for basking in the sun, watering flowers, and meditating. It is isolated from the world, clean and safe.
On the opening day, there was no noise or pomp.
Xu Baiyan ran over with an oil painting of flowers he had painted, his eyes sparkling: “Brother Feng’an, your flower shop is so beautiful! It looks like you stepped out of the painting!”
Song Xu was also present in person, with a rare softness in his cold brows. He put down a carefully prepared opening gift and simply said: “If you need help, please feel free to ask.”
Jin Xianling stayed by Qing Fengan’s side the whole time, never leaving.
Seeing Qing Feng’an gently pruning the flower branches and carefully arranging the bouquet, with unprecedented peace and joy in her eyes, his heart felt swollen.
As long as Feng An likes it, he will fully support it.
As long as Feng is safe and happy, he has nothing else to ask for.
Qing Feng’an walked up to Jin Xianling, holding a bunch of freshly tended peonies. Her eyebrows were curved and tender: “Look, this is our favorite flower.”
Jin Xianling reached out to take it, held his hand, lowered her head and kissed his fingertips, her voice low and serious:
“When all the flowers have fallen, I only want you.”
Qing Feng’s head felt warm and her smile was as gentle as water.
Banxia novel, a lot of fun