Chapter 40 Three Tombs 03 Flowers

The next day, the weather was fine.

Professor Fu has to rush back to school early in the morning because he has an elective course to take on Sunday afternoon.

Before leaving, he dragged Lin Chen and talked for a long time, and finally, Xing Conglian took action and forcibly dragged the person out of the car and sent him to the station.

"Senior brother, see you the day after tomorrow!" Professor Fu finally waved through the car window.

When Xing Conglian returned to the car, Lin Chen was sitting in the sun, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"You brothers and sisters have a really good relationship." Xing Conglian started the car and laughed.

"It's been many years after all."

"You are going to Yongchuan the day after tomorrow?"

"Yeah, the day after tomorrow is the old man's birthday."

Xing Conglian naturally remembered that the old man Lin Chen was talking about was his mentor who liked to buy "Star Cups" for students, but was always cheated by the commissary.

"It must be very interesting to be able to teach you and Fu Hao, old man." Xing Conglian said with emotion.

"Master, it's good for everyone." Lin Chen said.

Without returning to Yanjiaxiang or the police station, Xing Conglian parked his car on a street full of flower stalls.

The car window was half-open, and the gentle fragrance of flowers poured into the car instantly. Looking at the endless flower stalls on both sides of the long street and passers-by who spoke and smiled Yanyan, Lin Chen was a little dazed.

Xing Conglian got out of the car naturally, opened the door for Lin Chen, put his other hand on the roof of the car, and said with a smile, "Sir, please get out of the car."

Although it sounds like he has never seen the world, Lin Chen has never entered a flower shop, let alone a long street full of flowers, and hand-picked flowers that are suitable for planting in the season or for decoration at home. Conglian, but instead seems to be a veteran of each middle school. Lin Chen followed behind him, listening to him greet the flower stall owner, saying some terms he could hardly understand. After a while, Xing Conglian was carrying several plastic bags containing newly bought seedlings. It is said that It's daisies and geraniums.

"How did you come to buy flowers?"

"To save Professor Fu from saying that our family has four walls all day long." Xing Conglian said, picking up half a bunch of lilies and full of stars, Lin Chen naturally took the bag in his left hand, so that he could pay with his free hand.

Hearing him say this, Lin Chen laughed a little dumbly. He had to decorate the walls with flowers, and had a strange sense of putting the cart before the horse: "It's a very interesting hobby." He said half-jokingly.

"Of course." Half of the half-race youth's face was covered by flowers, revealing only his handsome profile and good-looking eyes: "My mother taught me that boys don't understand flowers, so they won't be able to trick their daughter-in-law into going home in the future."

His eyes are very green, and the plane tree behind him has just sprout, and its branches stretch in the blue sky.

Lin Chen's heart trembled slightly, although he knew it was just a joke, and although he knew very well that the joke had nothing to do with him, people were always easily moved by some sweet jokes, "Fortunately, you studied hard." He says.

One of the happiest things in the world must include buying flowers. Not long after, Lin Chen and Xing Conglian were already full of flowers and plants, and the flower street was about to come to an end.

Xing Conglian looked in front of him, as if remembering something, turned his head and said to Lin Chen, "It's almost time to go back." He turned around quickly as he spoke.

"Wait." Lin Chen also seemed to remember something and stopped him, "I remember, Wang Chao said, you set up a monument for me in the small cemetery at the end of Huajie, can you take me to see it? "

The weather is good today, the river in the distance is quiet and peaceful, and the Taiqian Bridge can be seen in the distance.

Lin Chen stood in front of his tombstone and felt that this was a very strange experience. He was alive but saw his tombstone.

The name on the tombstone is him, but other than that, there is no birth or death date or photo, which makes people feel very unfamiliar, not serious enough, but too serious. After all, before this tombstone, he and Xing Conglian met for just a few days. It is not an exaggeration to say that they met by chance. Buying land and erecting a monument for a person who met by chance is not too serious.

Xing Conglian stood aside, as if he couldn't remember. The mood when he bought this cemetery that day may be sadness or powerlessness, but those moods seemed to have disappeared the moment Lin Chen reappeared. Now, he only felt embarrassed, because the owner of the tombstone was standing beside him alive and had not spoken for several minutes.

After thinking about it, he decided to speak first: "This, I forgot to ask the administrator to remove it."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Chen came back to his senses. He turned around halfway, took out one of the bouquets that Xing Cong Lian was holding, bent over, and placed it in front of his tombstone: "No, just stay here."

The lilies in front of the monument were still stained with dew, Xing Conglian smiled: "Don't you think it's unlucky?"

"Keep it, I'll take a step ahead and remember to bring wine to see me."

This sentence is very unlucky. It can be said by Lin Chen, but it seems to be as natural as wearing more clothes tomorrow. Life and death are natural things.

Therefore, Xing Conglian's answer was also very smooth: "Don't you drink alcohol?" he asked.

"Your honor, I can consider drinking it."

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The dialogue in front of the tombstone is very short, and the main point is also around the small matter of drinking.

In the afternoon, the sky is warm.

Lin Chen was sitting on the balcony by the river reading a book. The tea in the cup was very hot, and there was a small plate of biscuits on the coffee table.

Xing Conglian was only wearing a shirt, rolled up his cuffs, and was turning over the bare flower stand on the balcony.

The daily training of police officers in our country seems to be a bit too good. The captain of the crime is too good. His shoulders are very wide and his waist is very narrow. Strong muscles.

The sun was a little dazzling, so Lin Chen simply put down the book and concentrated on watching him plant flowers.

I have to say that for people of Italian descent, even if they can’t cook, they must be able to grow flowers, and they must be good-looking.

Xing Conglian has four types of light soil in his hand. can see that he skillfully mixes the soil according to the proportion, arranges flowers and waters them, and his movements are clear and skillful, like a gardener who is used to it. On his face, his shirt is very white and his face is handsome, which makes people feel very warm and calm.

For no reason, Lin Chen remembered the question he answered incorrectly: Have you never liked anyone?

Xing Conglian put pots of daisies on the flower stand, clapped his hands, and suddenly heard a soft tune coming from his side.

He turned his head and saw Lin Chen leaning lazily in the rattan chair, holding a water glass in one hand and a book in the other, as if he was humming something unconsciously.

The tone was a little light and sweet, Xing Conglian was a little shocked, but Lin Chen could actually hum a song.

"What song?" Xing Conglian turned his head and asked amusingly.

Lin Chen was stunned for a while, and then smiled: "I don't remember either, it seems to be related to planting flowers, right?"

"It sounds pretty good." Xing Conglian took out a cigarette and put it in his hand, as if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped and looked at Lin Chen: "You go to Yongchuan alone the day after tomorrow, is it alright?"

"What could be wrong?"

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen several times from head to toe, and saw those sleepy eyes from the fluffy slippers on the other's feet, and said, "I always feel that with a physique like yours, it doesn't seem like you can go out without incident. Possibly." He leaned against the guardrail, the wind was blowing, and he said with a smile.

Lin Chen sighed helplessly, not knowing how to answer for a while.

"Are you studying at Yongchuan University?" Xing Conglian leaned against the guardrail and leaned back, the sky light falling on his face like water.

"yes."

"Sure enough, it's Yongchuan University, that's really a top student."

As a national cultural center, Yongchuan City is full of colleges and universities, and Yongchuan University is the oldest private university in China. The ideal at the beginning of the school was to be a world-class school. After several capital injections and the efforts of several generations, it is now a domestic Among the top three colleges and universities, Lin Chen can graduate from the ace major of Yongchuan University, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a top student.

"I just read better." Lin Chen replied seriously.

Xing Conglian had long been accustomed to his straightforward style, so he didn't feel that there was any bragging element in this sentence, on the contrary, it was frank and lovely.

He also sat in the rattan chair, lifted the teapot, refilled half a glass of water, took a sip, and put it down again: "I remember, Yongchuan, it seems to be the Chen family's territory?"

He sits upright, pours tea and refills water, not pretentious, but has a natural and peaceful meaning, as if he is not only well versed in flower art, but also familiar with tea. It was only then that Lin Chen understood that Xing Conglian suddenly mentioned his trip to Yongchuan because of the "Chen Family".

Chen and Huang live in the north, and the home of the Chen family also happens to be in Yongchuan City.

In Feng Peilin's case before, the paranoid head of the Chen family also specially sent his housekeeper to make him unemployed again. Lin Chen didn't know where Xing Conglian collected information on these families, and even a little bit. The taste of the palm of your hand.

"It's just a teacher's birthday and a class reunion."

When Xing Conglian heard the words "classmates reunion", he couldn't help frowning. He thought about it, or said, "The Chen family is one of the shareholders of Yongchuan University?"

This sentence means, even if it is a meal, don't go back to school on a whim.

"I'm just going to have a meal and stay overnight, it won't be a big problem, right?"

"I can't say for sure, anyway, call me if something happens."

"Hopefully we don't have to fight."