Chapter 115 Flowers are too expensive

Chapter 115 Flowers are too expensive

【2021】.

June, Cangnan City.

"I know, Third Uncle, why are you becoming as fussy as Brother Zhou Ping?"

"Puppy love!?"

"Who told you that if it wasn't your uncle? Ye Fan, that old Biden? How is that possible? Don't you know it well enough?"

"Ah, ah, ah, the high-speed train has entered a tunnel and the signal is bad... I'm dead!"

"Beep--"

At the exit of Cangnan Station, a seventeen-year-old boy was quickly hanging up the phone.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, your grandson called..."

Just after hanging up, Lin En's other phone rang again.

"Hello, I'm Lin Sijiu, what's wrong with you?"

“…It’s me, Zuo Qing.”

"Oh, Commander Zuo!"

"Ye Fan...is next to me."

"So what! Ye Fan? How many more years can Ye Fan stay in this position? Old Zuo, I support you very much..."

On the other end of the phone.

Shangjing City, Night Watch Headquarters.

Zuo Qing's face looked a little bad. He looked at Ye Fan who was drinking tea beside him, and moved his fingers slightly, intending to switch to Bluetooth mode.

"Zuo Qing, it's okay, just pretend I'm not around and do whatever you want." Ye Fan said gently.

Zuo Qing: Commander Ye, I’m not stupid.

Zuo Qing thought about it and decided not to switch to Bluetooth mode. After all, he had nothing to fear as long as he was upright!

"Lin Sijiu, since the Night Watch has assigned you as a performance evaluation officer, I hope you will not betray our trust."

"Don't worry, I... don't you believe me? I will be responsible."

With that, Lin En hung up the phone again and turned on the Do Not Disturb mode.

the other side.

"Beep--"

After hearing the phone being hung up, Zuo Qing sighed softly and shrugged, feeling helpless.

The performance appraisal officers of the Night Watch are very important. They are responsible for compiling the combat performance of each city’s garrisoned team and reporting to the headquarters.

Originally, the candidate for Cangnan City had already been found, but Lin En suddenly appeared and asked Zuo Qing for help using Zhen Aiguo's favor, and Zuo Qing couldn't refuse it.

"Oh, I hope nothing will go wrong!" Zuo Qing thought and prepared to go out for some fresh air.

"Zuo Qing, do you want to be the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch?"

Ye Fan put down his teacup and suddenly called out to Zuo Qing who was walking to the door, "I heard from Lin Sijiu that many people support you..."

Zuo Qing: ………

at the same time.

Cangnan City.

"Let me see, it's the Peace Bridge, right?"

Lin En followed the evil navigation all the way.

"Ding--"

"The evil navigation is still navigating for you. We have arrived at the designated location - Heping Bridge. It is located in the suburbs of Cangnan City, spanning the long river, like a rainbow across the sky."

"This magnificent bridge connects the two sides of the city. Every day, countless pedestrians and vehicles travel across the bridge, witnessing the hustle and bustle of the city. As one of the landmark buildings in Cangnan City..."

Lynn: Taking photos and checking in.

At the bridgehead of Heping Bridge, there are various small shops on both sides. Among these many shops, there is one that seems particularly low-key, as if it is a corner forgotten by time.

The store's facade doesn't look very eye-catching, with only a big red sign hanging on the door.

"Peace Office".

However, its location is quite convenient.

Westside Weddings.

East funeral.

From your wedding package to the grave, one-stop service.

At this moment, inside the office.

"Lao Zhao, Hongying, Captain... come and play!" a young man in his twenties waved and said.

"Wen Qimo, you are childish. You are so old and still playing truth or dare!"

The person who spoke was a woman with black hair and red clothes.

"Hongying, you can't say that. I had to borrow this from the kid next door for everyone else."

"For everyone!?" Zhao Kongcheng, who was sitting on the sofa, looked disdainful. "Everyone knows your little thoughts."

"Old Zhao, how dare you insult someone's innocence out of thin air!" Wen Qimo pretended to be angry and took out his cell phone to open the message on it.

[To the 136th Night Watch Squad stationed in Cangnan City, the Night Watch Headquarters will send an assessment officer on X month X day... (blah blah)...]

"Old Zhao, Hongying, think about it, our mysterious kill count must have passed the test! But why has our performance been average over the years, and occasionally above average?"

"Because we didn't try hard enough?"

At the counter behind him, Wu Xiangnan, dressed in black, answered.

"Wrong! It's because of our bond!"

"The evaluation of Night Watchmen is not just based on the number of mysterious kills, but also on the bond between team members..."

Wen Qimo began to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

"So, we should participate in more activities. When the assessment period comes, when they see how harmonious we are, they will definitely give us high scores!"

"real or fake!?"

Hongying still looked very unconvinced. If it was anyone else, she would understand and agree with it, but Wen Qimo...

forget it!

However, Hongying still chose to play this game, after all, she was really free.

"Old Zhao, what about you?"

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Kongcheng asked him to start reluctantly, while groping for a lighter in his pocket.

"Captain, what about you?"

Wen Qimo looked at Chen Muye with a pleading look on his face.

"casual."

"Hey (????)?! Let's start with Lao Zhao." He said as he began to shuffle the cards, "Truth or Dare?"

"Well... tell the truth!" Zhao Kongcheng didn't want to be chosen to take the dare game of cleaning the office's bathroom for a week.

"Let me take a look at this card, uh..." Wen Qimo hesitated, not knowing whether he should ask.

"(°ー°〃)Are you stunned? Ask!"

“Then I really asked!”

"If you could only write three lines on your epitaph, what would you write?"

Zhao Kongcheng sat on the sofa, a half-burned cigarette between the fingers of his right hand.

He lowered his head slightly, put his lips close to the cigarette butt, and took a deep breath.

After the smoke was inhaled into his nasal cavity, it was slowly exhaled from his mouth, forming gray-white smoke rings that slowly rose, spread, and gradually disappeared into the air.

Zhao Kongcheng kept staring at them, as if thinking about something important. After a long while, he raised his head, stared ahead, and spoke slowly:

“Flowers are too expensive.

Remember me with weeds.

Everywhere.

Life goes on forever. "

"Uh - this seems to exceed three lines." Wen Qimo put down the question card.

"Oh, is it?"

Zhao Kongcheng took another deep puff and said, "Then please ask the person who helped me carve the stele to carve one more line!"

"I bother--"

At this time, Hongying took out a spear from somewhere, and with a light flick, the cigarette butt that Zhao Kongcheng was holding between his fingertips flew away.

The cigarette butt spun gracefully in the air until it landed accurately in the ashtray.

"Smoke less! Which idiot would help you carve more? Zhao Kongcheng, you should just live well!"

At the entrance of the office.

Lin En, dressed as a tourist, finally arrived.

Without any hesitation, as if he was going home, he reached out, pushed open the glass door of the store, and walked in.

Ding ding——!

A clear and pleasant electronic sound rang out.

welcome!

(ps: (? 3?)? I encountered some troubles, and I am still working hard on typing one chapter.)