Neighbors say I'm cold.
But they didn't know that I would count softly when feeding canned cats to stray cats; they didn't know that I always hummed jasmine flowers when wrapping flowers, and my grandpa always laughed when I ran out of tune; and they didn't know that the photographer who always squatted in front of the flower shop had already captured all these evidences of "not being cold" in the camera lens.
When Gu Zhao came here for the first time, he held up his camera and said he wanted to take pictures of "city fireworks".
I said "no" with a cold face, and he squatted on the steps and filmed me wrapping the Double Ninth Festival chrysanthemums for the old lady. While patting me, he muttered: "Look, when Ice Beauty wraps the flowers, her fingers are lighter than the flowers."
The second time I came, I locked the door and he sat on the steps eating Aunt Chen's soy milk and fried dough sticks. When he saw me coming out, he immediately shook the camera: "Boss Lin, you gave first aid to the wilted Lily yesterday. Her eyes are as bright as stars."
On the thirty-seventh day, I was squatting in front of the flower stand to change the soil for the hydrangeas. He suddenly said: "When you hum jasmine, you are actually smiling."
My hands shook and mud rubbed them all over.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
