A thoughtful person will always be deceived by such a smile, thinking that it is the smile of a gentleman, thinking that it is a smile with a sincere heart. But when it comes to people's heart, that smile is like a glass painting across thousands of mountains and rivers.
, isolate all irrelevant people from the smile
That smile is just a response, just a mask, just a politeness, it has nothing to do with his mood, and it has nothing to do with his heart.
With such a smile, Qing Yi felt even more that the smile that used to make her feel soft in her heart, as if she had found something to rely on, had become so stiff and so ironic.
The news was taken yesterday, and he was still so relaxed, just like the expression on his face when he told her that he wanted her to be his girlfriend.
However, at this moment, I feel chilled and my mood is getting lower and lower.
Turning around and staying away from the advertising TV, she walked aimlessly and looked at the public phone from time to time. She thought over and over again, where should she go?
Going back to City S? Probably, she was only familiar with it, but what would she do if she went back?
There, no one was waiting for her, no one expected her
For her, it was actually just a strange place. She was born there and grew up there, but she never belonged there.
"I'm sorry, miss." She hated being interrupted suddenly when she was deep in thought. But Qing Yi just turned her head slowly and looked at the speaker.
It was a middle-aged man, wearing work clothes with a certain flower garden printed on it, and he was looking at Qing Yi with an embarrassed and uneasy look, pointing at her feet, "I'm sorry, miss, I accidentally wrote down the delivery address on the paper.
I was blown away by the wind, stepped on by you.”
Qing Yi was stunned, then nodded and looked at his feet. Sure enough, there was a piece of paper. He bent down and picked up the paper. There were footprints on it.
But the man didn't care at all. He quickly took it and blew it gently, then looked at Qing Yi with a grateful face, "Thank you, miss. I'm really sorry for disturbing you."
The middle-aged man smiled honestly, turned around and left Qingyi with the paper, and looked along. He saw a delivery truck parked there, filled with various bonsais and blue flowers.
The truck had the same name of the flower garden printed on it. Qingyang Flower Garden. At this time, the uncle was carrying potted plants to the nearby shop. After delivering them twice, he got back in the car and drove away.
It wasn't until the car disappeared that Qing Yi suddenly came back to his senses, his heart suddenly brightened, and he let out a long breath, "Just in time to get rid of all that!!"