The Clear Boats Conceal the Bright Flowers.

[Please turn off your brain switch before reading the article, and I will write what I want to write] Dear friends, have you ever heard of the Qiancao Lane flower shop in Qucun? The store is clean and well-equipped, and there are all kinds of flowers you can't imagine blooming in time for the festival. The store manager is handsome and the landlady has a good personality. In the blink of an eye, a season comes. The more flowers you pick, the more stories there will be, so just pick them. It's a favor, it's an agreement, it's the past that connects the future... It's good to meet, it's better to meet again, and it's best to be together. Just, ——Why should a flower shop be opened in a village where every family has no shortage of flowers? ! Gentle, intellectual and pretty boss Yan Luomu × loves to be in a daze and has a cold nature quasi-editor A certain day of a certain year and a certain month Qiancao Lane Flower Shop Today's business is very good, of course, all thanks to hours, the growth is as scheduled and we have the best environment. The princess, madam and others finally stopped wandering around and ran into the store, and I was left alone. I wanted to enjoy a world of two people, but Mr. Wen took him away in the name of the newspaper. So what am I going to do? Alas, writing a diary is so difficult, it is not as easy as being with flowers. The eighth day of a certain month of a certain year Yuan'an Newspaper Seeing that Tomb Sweeping Day is approaching, we have to make arrangements for visiting the tombs as soon as possible. I wish everything is well. If you can't write in the diary, you don't have to write it down. I don't write it every day. Just as he was about to put down his pen, he heard a call from behind him. "Hour!" "Yeah." He looked at Wen Nianyou coming. "The matter is almost finished, we just need to print it." "Can it be done today?" "That's about it. Are you anxious to go back?" Shi Yuchen squeezed the gray-black pen in his hand and said, "I miss home." "Come back?" The young man was wearing an apron, his fingers were covered with dirt, and he was smiling in the distance. Shi Yuchen squinted his eyes. He really didn't understand why this man's eyesight was so good. Maybe he had been writing the letter for a long time? No, maybe it's just that this person has poor adaptability. "Lose." Yan Luomu smiled and patted the dirt on his hands: "I'll serve the soup." "You're still busy." "You see? I'm busy taking care of you every day, and I can't get your heartache." "I won't leave next time." "It's okay, just take me with you next time." The two of them make up the world. That's great - what the hell! A bunch of people standing outside have been knocking on the door for twenty minutes! Qian Zhenshen: "It's great to be in love. In fact, I and..." Yang Mei stamped her feet. The princess pointed at the door and cursed. Yang Batian ate the fruit and smiled: "It's nice to have some wind!" It is spring after all. Concept: Regret is a lifelong cancer. Some people are outside the ward, and some people bear the pain alone, just like the loneliness when we laugh and the comfort when we cry.