The sky gradually became colder. At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, there was no sunshine in Guangzhou City, only a cloud of whiteness.

Fang Qing put on a black sweater over her dress and hurried downstairs. Her phone was tightly clasped in her hand.

Walking through the old residential buildings and heading towards the North Street, it is the opposite direction from the Huangsha Seafood Market. You don’t pass here when you go to work, buy vegetables, or go home.

She received a call saying that there was a courier sent to her and she wanted to go to the inn.

It was already a season of frequent rain, and the air was very dry, with wind blowing from behind, and the fallen leaves on the ground were swirling with dust.

Fang Qing tightened the sweater with her collar and pressed the hem of her skirt, speeding up her pace.

Turning around the corner of the street, the old audiovisual shop in the distance had just opened the rolling gate, and an electric current sound came from the old audio. Fang Qing walked along the road and listened for a while, and vaguely recognized it as Faye Wong's "Night Meeting".

She paused in front of the store and accelerated her pace. The station was dozens of meters away.

From a distance, you can see the guy wearing a blue coat trembling with his shoulders at the door of the station. She walked closer and said "Good morning". But there was a little more doubt in her heart.

The young man looked at her and squeezed out a smile.

"Miss Fang is it? The last number of the mobile phone is..."

Fang Qing reported her mobile phone number and met.

"Wait a mininute."

He walked into the inn, and Fang Qing followed in and looked around.

"Have you changed shifts?"

"Um?"

"Nothing..." Fang Qing smiled: "I know all the couriers here, you look... and have a little bit of a glance."

"Oh," the guy touched his hair and explained with a smile:

"I'm not a courier, I'm from a flower shop, so I'll save it here."

Fang Qing was stunned for a moment, her eyes became confused.

The young man had already walked into the inner room. She cushions her feet and turned to the side and knocked into the door. The young man was searching for the dazzling array of flowers on the table.

After a while, he turned around and held a very exquisitely packaged rose in his hand.

"More than a month ago, Mr. Fu made a special trip to the flower shop."

He smiled softly and said:

"He told us to give you a rose to Miss Fang today."

Fang Qing opened her mouth slightly in surprise, subconsciously took the flower over and held it in her arms. It was wrapped with indigo purple colored paper, and the thorns on the flower stems were gently wrapped. The rose was lying quietly on it, with blood-red petals bright and colorful.

"Miss Fang, happy birthday, you are a beauty, you must be very happy, right?"

The young man from the flower shop nodded at her.

Fang Qing finally recovered for a long time and instinctively said "Thank you". Her hands trembled gently, holding the flower, turned around, and walked out.

After leaving the store, the autumn wind blew, bringing intermittent music.

Fang Qing subconsciously turned her body and protected the rose into her arms. The petals swayed slightly in the wind. She blinked her eyes and showed a look of surprise.

There was a small note in the bouquet.

Her lips trembled slightly, she carefully reached out and picked it up, held the flower in her arms, pinched the note with both hands, her lips twitched slightly, and read it silently over and over again.

There are only a few short lines on the note:

"I miss you forgot me, and I don't want you forgot me.

After thinking about it, hesitated.

I decided to give you a little flower.”

The wind was a little light, and Faye Wong's singing could be heard faintly on the other end of the street. It was shallow, flying and quiet. The sky was a little brighter, and there was a faint sunlight spreading on the street. The street lights extending to the end lined up to sleep. This gentle city had just woken up, with old signs standing outside the arcades, and smoke from cooking fires floated in the distance. The clouds in the sky and the noisy world were ninety thousand feet apart, and people's hearts might be a little further apart.
Chapter completed!