Chapter 352: I couldn’t give you flowers when I was eighteen
“Oh, I wish I had gone with you yesterday.”
Bulgari Hotel.
Deluxe Suite.
Fu Zili was regretting not being able to see Jiang Chen’s beautiful and beautiful girlfriend.
"There are plenty of opportunities, and today is not too late."
Although I drank a lot yesterday, because it was beer, there were no side effects. After a good sleep, I was fine.
“No, I have something else to do today.”
Fu Zili shook his head.
Fang Qing looked at him and said with a smile: "Didn't you say you wanted to come to the East China Sea to see him? Why are you here, but you keep hiding?"
Fu Zili laughed dumbly.
"When did I hide? I am in the world and I can't help myself. I am also a job given by others..."
As he said this, as if to echo his words, the call came. .
Fu Zili took out his ringing cell phone, gave Fang Qing a helpless look, stood up and went to answer the phone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
“Look, I didn’t tell a lie, right?”
A few minutes later, he came back.
“I also want to go to Dongda University. As you know, the biggest regret in my life is that I never went to college. Alas.” Some people who have gone to college are better."
Fang Qing took off her slippers, curled up her legs, and leaned lazily on the sofa.
"To be honest with you, if I could do it all over again, I would definitely study hard. Even if I am not as good as you, I would be able to get into a prestigious university with just two exams."
"Why don't I believe what you say?"
Fu Zili smiled: "To tell you the truth, when I gave up my studies, I was thinking about the use of studying. I might not be able to find a good job even if I go to university. The job was just to work for others. Now I realize that I was too young and had too little knowledge at that time. "
Fu Zili at this time was obviously different from the high-spirited Fu Zili in Shacheng.
"Why are you so profound all of a sudden?"
Fang Qing put her hands on the sofa and supported her head, "Is it not going well at work?"
"No. "
Fu Zili smiled, "It's just a joke, don't tell Jiang Chen, otherwise that guy will laugh at me."
Fang Qing smiled.
“When will Jiang Chen come over?”
Fu Zili asked.
"I don't know, if someone has a girlfriend, I have to find something interesting, right?"
Fu Zili suddenly laughed.
"You two."
He sighed.
"Sure, I'll leave first, the boss is still waiting for me."
Fang Qing nodded.
Fu Zili stood up with his knees up. After standing up straight, he took a few steps and paused.
"I'll see if I can get away early tonight. If it works, let Jiang Chen call his girlfriend and get together, I'll invite you."
"Listen to Boss Fu's arrangements."
Fu Zili laughed.
"Let's go."
Fang Qing is a very homely character. If you give her a few books, it will be no problem even if you let her stay in the hotel for a day. In this impetuous era, it is very important to be able to stay calm. Being determined is already a valuable advantage.
Jiang Chen came a little later than yesterday, arriving around noon. He guessed that Fang Qing, who was drunk yesterday, needed to rest for a while, but when he entered the room, he saw the TV on.
Cartoons.
Peppa Pig.
"How old are you?"
He couldn't help but tease.
Fang Qing, who opened the door for him, turned a deaf ear and collapsed on the sofa again.
“Where is Shurui?”
“She is only a junior in college, so she doesn’t have as much free time as me.”
One or two of them seemed to be deliberately avoiding taboos.
Fang Qing didn’t say much and continued to watch the pigs on TV, feeling at ease.
“Where is Fu Zili? Are you busy again?”
Jiang Chen sat down next to him.
"Well, he said to see if there is time in the evening. If so, he will host you and Shu Rui."
"Boss Fu is too polite."
< br>Fang Qing said nothing and looked at Peppa Pig with great concentration.
Logically speaking, Jiang Chen is not a person who can't hold his temper, but compared to this Qingmei, he seems to be a little inferior. After watching two episodes with her, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
“Are you going to watch this in your room all day?”
“No?”
Fang Qing didn't even turn around.
Suddenly.
There was a "click" sound.
The screen is black.
“What are you doing?”
Fang Qing was confused and finally turned her head.
Jiang Chen was indeed a competent host, and he said confidently: "It's rare for you to come to the East China Sea, and you'll have plenty of time to keep these pigs back to see them."
Fang Qing couldn't help laughing.
“Would you like to change your clothes?”
Jiang Chen asked.
Fang Qing seemed helpless, "No need."
Other girls would go out to put on makeup and pick out clothes, and it would take at least an hour to apply foundation, but she was a special case.
Of course.
Perhaps he is too familiar with Jiang Chen and there is no need to dress up at all.
“Let’s go.”
Jiang Chen was also very happy.
Fang Qing got up from the sofa and just straightened her clothes, put on her shoes and went out with Jiang Chen.
"Where to go?"
She asked after getting in the car.
“Are you still worried that I will sell you? Even if I sell you, someone must be willing to take it.”
Fang Qing was completely immune to this, and getting angry with this guy was purely because of herself.
As a senior dog licker, Jiang Chen should have a certain understanding of women, not to mention this is Qingmei whom he has known since they were naked.
When outsiders come to Donghai, they all yearn for the high-end and prosperity of Donghai, but Fang Qing is different.
Jiang Chen knew that Fang Qing might not be interested in places like high-end shopping malls and skyscrapers.
So he drove Fang Qing to the Chenghuang Temple in his car.
It is also a famous landmark in the East China Sea, but here the bustling streets are even more aura of human beings.
There are a lot of tourists.
The buildings on both sides are antique.
From time to time you can see women wearing traditional Chinese costumes, and even many foreigners.
Chenghuang Temple is not just a temple, it has long been planned as a scenic spot with snacks, restaurants, handicraft shops... everything.
"Do you want to try it?"
Jiang Chen looked at two girls passing by, wearing Chinese skirts and fluttering belts.
"If you wear this kind of clothes, you will definitely look good." Fang Qing didn't know what his bad intentions were, and she didn't even bother, pretending not to hear.
Didn't eat at noon, the two simply tasted various snacks in the scenic spot.
But girls, their appetite is limited after all. At the famous Boning dumpling shop, Fang Qing naturally put the remaining two soup dumplings in her bowl into Jiang Chen's bowl.
“I can’t finish eating.”
“You want to stuff me to death?”
“It’s a shameful waste. Do you know how many years it will take for us to have enough to eat? "
"Okay, stop talking."
Jiang Chen immediately stopped her and obediently wiped out all the soup dumplings in the bowl.
When you come to the Chenghuang Temple, it is essential to visit the temple. Although the Yuyuan Garden next to it is not top-notch among Jiangnan gardens, the exquisite jade is indeed worth a visit.
What Jiang Chen didn't expect was that Fang Qing seemed to have more faith in the illusory gods and was more pious when paying homage.
“You don’t believe in Buddhism, do you?”
While resting in Huxinting, he couldn’t help but ask.
Sitting by the window on the second floor, you can see the old courtyard wall of Yuyuan Garden. The tea is not expensive, roughly between NT$50 and NT$100. Although the attitude of the service aunt is not very good, in terms of cost performance , it’s still several blocks away from the Starbucks across the street.
With the growth of national power, Chinese people are becoming more and more confident now. They are no longer blindly worshiping foreigners like before. Although there are still some weaklings that cannot be helped, at least most people have begun to change. concept.
It is no longer so easy for foreigners to come in and make money as unscrupulously as before.
“I have thought about becoming a monk and practicing as a monk, but my current state of mind is not enough.”
Jiang Chen was startled and saw the other party drinking tea with a serious look.
"Are you kidding?"
Fang Qing drank her tea without saying a word.
“You have become a monk, what will Uncle Fang and the others do?”
Jiang Chen hurriedly asked.
“It doesn’t matter, there are many such people now.”
Fang Qing said disapprovingly.
"I have seen through the world of mortals. I have experienced everything and have nothing to worry about. How old are you? Are you crazy?"
Jiang Chen said urgently, "Uncle Fang and the others have endured all kinds of hardships. Raise you up, you..."
The corners of Fang Qing's mouth rose.
“I’m just teasing you, do you really take it seriously?”
Jiang Chen was startled.
Being teased again.
“Nervous.”
He couldn’t help but laugh and curse.
“Don’t make such jokes in the future.”
“I heard that there are academic requirements for becoming a monk now. You think you can just figure it out.”
"I don't care what degree you have or not. Anyway, if you really dare to do this, I will destroy the temple where you become a monk and see who dares to accept you. I will do what I say."
Jiang Chen is extremely serious.
“Hey, since when did you become so domineering?”
Fang Qing teased.
Jiang Chen drinks tea.
"Don't worry, you are not a monk, why should I be a nun?"
Fang Qing held up the teacup happily.
Jiang Chen almost choked on a sip of tea and couldn't even laugh or cry.
Out of the Huxin Pavilion, a chubby little girl, about seven or eight years old, with a childish voice, struggled to carry a flower basket.
"Brother, buy a flower for this beautiful sister."
The flower basket is full of red roses in full bloom, watered, very delicate.
She only reached Jiang Chen's waist and stopped in front of Jiang Chen. She raised her little face and her big eyes were full of hope, making people unable to bear to refuse.
And she blocked the road, so I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.
In most scenic spots, there are almost such "flower girls", targeting couples or couples who sell flowers to support their families.
But this little girl seems to have found the wrong target this time.
Jiang Chen and Fang Qing stopped.
Although this little girl has been working since she was young, she is dressed very cleanly, with a beautiful little skirt and a round face, which makes her look quite cute.
Jiang Chen knelt down and looked at the little girl's eyes, but did not refuse directly.
"Little sister, how much does your flower cost?"
"Twenty yuan."
The little girl said crisply.
“It’s too expensive, others sell it for ten yuan.”
Jiang Chen doesn’t have the demeanor of a big brother.
Fang Qing smiled, then bent down, "Little sister, my brother and I are just friends. Your flowers are not suitable for us."
But the little girl didn't know so much. She just wanted to sell the flowers and said anxiously: "Brother, my flowers are all freshly picked, and if you buy a few more, you can get a discount."
The little adult's appearance made Jiang Chen and Fang Qing laugh.
Jiang Chen glanced at her flower basket.
"How many flowers are there in your basket?"
This question seems to be difficult for the little girl, who hesitates.
Jiang Chen always maintained a half-crouched posture, took out his wallet, and took out all the cash inside.
Not much.
Probably only one or two thousand.
But buying this basket of roses is more than enough.
“I want all your flowers.”
Because the little girl was carrying a flower basket with both hands, and her skirt had no pockets, Jiang Chen put the money into the little girl's basket and took out a flower from it.
The little girl looked at him blankly.
"You can give the rest to your other brothers and sisters and go home early."
Jiang Chen touched her head.
"Thank you, big brother!"
The little girl's face flushed with excitement, the little girl turned around and ran away happily, and the flower basket no longer seemed so strenuous.
“She is much more sensible than when we were children.”
Fang Qing smiled lightly.
“Here.”
Jiang Chen handed over the rose.
"Give it to me?"
Looking at the red rose in front of her, Fang Qing was slightly stunned.
“I promised to give you flowers as a graduation gift when I graduate at the age of eighteen, but I didn’t have the money at that time. It shouldn’t be too late to make up for it now, right?”
Fang Qing was lost in thought. .
“Do you still remember?”
Jiang Chen smiled easily.
“Don’t forget, in junior high school, I was the first to recite texts when asked to do so.”
Fang Qing was silent, stretched out her hand, and took the flowers.
“I’ve made up for what I owe you.”
Jiang Chen smiled heartlessly.
Fang Qing rolled her eyes at him.
"I never said you owed me anything, so stop being so sentimental."
(End of Chapter)