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Chapter 116
"Mr. Xie, what flowers do you want to buy today?"
Xie Yao heard this sentence as soon as he opened the door and entered the flower shop. It was the daily greetings from the flower shop staff. He often went to this flower shop to buy flowers on weekdays. Over time, everyone in the shop knew him.
He looked at the bouquet of flowers in the house, and finally fixed his eyes on the sunflower. To be honest, it seems strange to buy a sunflower for no reason, but it blooms so lushly that people are unconsciously attracted.
"Just sunflowers."
He responded and pointed to the sunflower, unable to move his eyes away from its dazzling light.After hearing this, the clerk neatly packed the flowers in his hand, and began to decorate the bouquet for him.
"It's packed, thank you teacher."
The clerk said and handed the bouquet to him, Xie Yao nodded his thanks after paying the bill and left the flower shop.
The flower shop is very close to where he lives now, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk. When he got home, Xie Yao changed his shoes, washed his hands, and then began to pick out a simple and beautiful vase in his box, and thenPut the sunflower in gently.
This is his life for the past six months, plain and comfortable.
It has been half a year since came to this coastal city. At first, Xie Yao was not used to the pace of life in a small city, and felt that it was too slow. Compared with a big city, everything here seemed to slow down twice.As far as the city is concerned, sometimes it is not so convenient.
But he likes the sea, so this small town also keeps him.
After coming to this city, Xie Yao was decadent for a long time. During that period of time, his life was very simple. He only had to eat after waking up and wash up before going to bed. During those days, he quit the TV,Because he can always see familiar faces when he opens it, he can't avoid it.
He started to play games, as if he had a good time playing the game addiction that he hadn't played in these years.Xie Yao was obsessed with PUBG for a while, and even met a netizen because of it. During those days, they teamed up to play games together every day. Xie Yao didn't think it was a big deal.The cooperation is not bad, so I added a friend.
But Xie Yao never gave his private contact information to the other party, until the two of them played the game for half a month, that person confessed to Xie Yao one day, Xie Yao was very surprised when he heard it, he was jokingSaid to the other party in a calm tone: "Stop making trouble, aren't you a straight man?"
"After I met you, I became unsure."
On the other side of the headset was the man's faltering answer. Xie Yao paused for a long while but could not say a word. The man seemed to be afraid of making Xie Yao unhappy, so he kept talking to enliven the atmosphere, but Xie Yao didn't say anything again.how to respond.
After that day, he never played PUBG again.
The connection between the two was cut off suddenly, and Xie Yao even started playing single player because of this. After all, for him, he can play a little bit of any game.
He just finds it strange how people who have never met before can develop a good impression through the Internet cable, and for himself, it seems that he has lost the ability to love, and he keeps silent and refuses to talk about feelings.
Zhou Qiming's influence on him was too great, and Xie Yao realized that he had already been deeply involved in it, and how could he get out of it. He didn't want to resist, but he didn't want to recall it anymore.This relationship seemed to make him seriously ill, and he couldn't recover for a long time.
After this kind of life lasted for a while, Xie Yao felt that he couldn't go on like this anymore, so he started looking for a job again.
To be honest, he is not short of this job. After all, with his savings, he can live such a decadent life all his life, but Xie Yao still thinks that he should go out and see the outside world. After all, he has been trapped inA place where it is easy to lose yourself.
He went around, looked at several jobs, and finally noticed the application for the piano company. After hesitating for a few days, he finally chose this job.
The piano shop didn't give much, but it was enough for him to maintain a person's daily expenses. Xie Yao just wanted to find something to do for himself.During the interview, the boss was very satisfied with all aspects of him, except for one fatal problem, which was his left hand.
After that accident, his left hand was slightly injured, but it didn’t affect his daily life too much. It’s just that it’s not suitable for doing things with that hand for a long time. Once it is too long, he will start to feel uncomfortable. But if he teaches every day,The left hand will inevitably be a bit strenuous, and it is inevitable to use your own hands for a long time.
Xie Yao hesitated for a while, and finally chose this job. After discussing with him, the boss decided to arrange fewer classes for Xie Yao, but it would be less compared to the salary.
But it is enough, Xie Yao has always been content.
After the interview, the boss thought for a while and said to him, "I think you look a little familiar, a bit like a star."
At that time, Xie Yao was packing in advance and preparing to leave. He was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed at himself, "Maybe he has a more popular face, so I feel like it, just a coincidence."
A small city is better than a small city. This place is so small that the crowd doesn't even pay much attention to a star of his level. Fortunately, he is not well-known, so he can live comfortably in this place.
But the small city is not completely indifferent to the affairs of the outside world. Even in this place, he teaches students on weekdays, and some students like Zhou Qiming.The first time he noticed it was because one day during the class break, he saw a classmate who was watching Zhou Qiming's new play.
That voice and face were so familiar, he could recognize who it was with just a glance.Xie Yao didn't say anything, he walked up behind the student and quietly reminded her that it was time for class.The little girl was so frightened by him that she immediately put away her phone in embarrassment, but she still couldn't help gossiping with him. After all, Teacher Xiao Xie was always so gentle and approachable in the eyes of the students.
Xie Yao withdrew his thoughts and stared at the sunflower in the vase. He fiddled with its branches and leaves, and then took out his camera to take a picture of the sunflower.
He turned on the computer to process the photos, then clicked on Weibo and uploaded the photos on Weibo.This Weibo is a new account he applied for again later. There are no friends, only a few bloggers he follows, and other than that, the published content is just some trivial content of his daily life.
At the beginning, I created this Weibo just to change my mood and force myself to change my mentality and return to my own life. But later, I don’t know if the number of daily posts increased, and the number of views also increased, and then people began to like him.Gradually, people began to pay attention to the comments. The comments said that the photos he took were very emotional, but Xie Yao thought that he was just to record his life.
Recently, a fan found him out of nowhere, and then he started to pay attention to himself, and then there would be his comments under every Weibo. At first, Xie Yao didn't care too much, but there were too many comments, and Xie Yao didn't care.law to ignore.
Not long after he posted the photo of the sunflower, that person replied on his Weibo. This person seems to be following his Weibo all the time. Anyway, he can always find the content he posted at the first time.
Xie Yao clicked to check, and saw that the id who has become familiar with recently commented a sentence under Weibo, but there were only four simple words, "Silent love."
He was stunned for a moment, then accidentally opened the search engine of the mobile phone, entered the flower language of sunflower, and the result showed these four words.
"Silent love."