The happiness of an ostrich is just a pile of sand.
I have to work hard to only let my eyes see these beautiful grains of sand.
*
"The time is up, I'm leaving first." Ling Xiaoxiao said sheepishly. In fact, she agreed to help today for a whole day, and it was entirely her fault to take a temporary leave at noon.
Wei Xiaodiao's eyes widened and she hurriedly said: "You hurry up, am I not here?" Being promoted temporarily, this was Ling Xiaoxiao, and she wouldn't buy it if it were anyone else.
The proprietress of the flower shop is a beautiful woman in her thirties. While collecting the money, she said: "Go ahead, don't worry, Xiao Diao is very nimble."
Ling smiled, bent his eyes, and said softly: "Okay, come back and bring delicious food for everyone."
He turned around, opened the door and left.
On the side of the road, there was an eight or nine-year-old flower-buying girl who was crying. Her big eyes were flowing freely on her face as if she wanted nothing. People were coming and going around her, but in her eyes, there was only
I can see my own sadness.
The basket held by the little girl's left hand held a bunch of red roses wrapped in cheap flower plastic paper. I wonder what about this dirty and crying child moved Ling Xiaoxiao. She walked over, reached out and took out the tissue, and squatted next to the child.
He asked softly in front of him: "What's wrong?"
The child wanted to say something, but he pursed his lips stubbornly, and only tears continued to cross his trembling expression. After a long time, he said: "Buy my flowers, they only cost three yuan each!"
"Don't cry when selling flowers. No matter how painful it is, you have to endure it. Others buy flowers to buy a good mood." Ling Xiao smiled and comforted the child softly while wiping away his grievances.
"My sister is sick, but my aunt said I won't treat her unless I buy this blue flower." The child instinctively sensed Ling Xiao's kindness and gently revealed his sadness.
Ling Xiaoxiao counted the roses gently, one rose, two roses, and three roses... a total of sixty-five. One hundred and ninety-five yuan. She took out her wallet and counted them to the child. Ling Xiaoxiao's money was also scattered, ten.
There were five yuan and one yuan. She counted the money and took out a small envelope from her bag. It was a love letter written to her by someone else. She took out the letter paper, put the money inside, and sealed it.
Put it in the little girl's pocket. Then she stretched out her hand and picked up all the flowers.
She understands the child's mood and can help her, but she won't use charity. The child is very strong, stronger than many spoiled young ladies.
Ling smiled and curved her lips to wish sweetly: "You will become a great person when you grow up. For sure."
Turn around and walk towards your destination holding a bunch of flowers.
The child looked at Ling Xiao's back for a long, long time...
Beautiful festival, different beautiful mood.
*
Sili Western Restaurant can probably only be regarded as a second-rate restaurant, but today is Valentine's Day. Although it is only noon, the seats are full. Ling Xiaoxiao walked all the way to the service desk: "Excuse me, has Mr. Ling Tiansheng made a reservation?
?!"
"The fourth room on the left on the second floor."
"Thank you!" Ling smiled and turned around and went upstairs. He had stood for seven hours from five o'clock in the morning to now. His legs are so sore!
There is a big clock opposite the second floor, and the hour and minute hands coincide exactly.
Many people advised her not to be too punctual and always rush for time. If someone is willing to wait, just let them wait. As a beauty, it doesn't matter if she is dozens of minutes late for a date. But Ling Xiaoxiao can't change it.
Inadvertently, there seems to be a time reminder in her head, and she is always on time every day. She smiles slightly. She is too self-disciplined. Because she has never been pampered, she cherishes all beautiful things, such as time, whether it is her own or others.
A young man walked out of the innermost bathroom, with a cold and expressionless handsome face, and a pair of bright black eyes that gave people unlimited pressure when staring at people. His deep wisdom and quiet coldness were much better than his
He has nearly perfect facial features and an impeccable face that is even more attractive. He wears a well-fitting handmade suit and a dark blue shirt with two buttons unbuttoned at the collar, which makes him look less formal. His figure is slim, slender, tall and tall.
The steps he took out were very powerful, rhythmic, and leisurely. At first glance, he looked like that kind of person who stood out from the crowd.
The two people looked at each other and approached silently. The man half-squinted his black eyes, showing a hint of a smile but not a smile. There was a kind of charming charm that made people even breathe a little slower!
Then, the two of them stopped in front of the door of Room 204.
The young man frowned, glanced at the vulgar and ugly roses in her hand, and asked uncertainly in a low and deep accent: "Miss Ling?"
Ling smiled and nodded, his voice sweet and soft: "Good afternoon, Mr. Li."
Li Liushang's eyes turned cold, and a sharp light flashed across her face, like a blade, almost cutting her skin, making Ling Xiaoxiao feel a shiver instinctively.
Without saying anything else, Li Liuzhang stretched out his hand to open the door and walked in. The door bounced back and trembled a few times. Ling smiled and held the door and stepped in.
Rarely, Ling Tiansheng was already sitting. He saw Ling smiling, frowning, and said unhappily: "Why are you dressed like this?"
Indeed, compared to the formal attire of the two men in high-end suits, white shirts, jeans, black sneakers and two ordinary pigtails, Ling Xiao looked less decent than the waiter who came to order.
Of course Ling Xiaoxiao would not reply and say, you never give me money. A few thousand yuan a year is only enough for me and my mother to pay the rent, water, electricity and miscellaneous expenses. Not only do I have to be responsible for my tuition and living expenses while studying, do you think I
What should I wear? What can I wear?! She lowered her eyes for a while and then said quietly: "It's more convenient to work like this."
"Has Mr. Ling's family fallen to this low?" Li Liushang said calmly. He leaned lazily on the back of the soft chair, slowly raised one leg and put it on the other, while lowering his head and lighting a cigarette.
For a cigarette, he neither asked the only woman present, Ling Xiaoxiao, if he could smoke it? nor did he ask Ling Tiansheng. He just lit it on his own, took a puff, and uttered a sentence that made Ling Tian angry to death.
Ling Tiansheng endured it for a moment and changed the subject: "This is the little girl Ling Xiaoxiao, and this is Tianqing's CEO Li."