At 4:00 in the morning, the high-speed train arrived at the station on time.

Unable to buy business, Lu Chuan felt that his whole body was stiff when he stood up from his seat. He stood for a while before leaving the station with the flow of people.

There is a hotel not far from the high-speed rail station. He opened the hourly room to wash up and take a short rest. When he was wiping his hair, someone knocked on the door:

"Hello, Mr. Lu?"

Opening the door, a young girl was stunned for a moment holding a bouquet of flowers, and then she was stunned.

"Are they my flowers?" Lu Chuan looked at the bouquet of butter-yellow sunflowers.

"Yes, yes!" The other party woke up from a dream, and then handed over the flowers in a daze: "The materials are selected and matched according to your pictures. The flowers are carefully selected to be in the most perfect state. The final payment is 800..."

Lu Chuan took the bouquet and looked at it, then showed a faint smile: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work, I will transfer the money right now."

The hotel room door was quickly closed, and the girl took two steps in the corridor in a daze. Her companion leaned out at the corner:

"What's wrong? Didn't you give me enough money?"

She babbled: "That's not possible! It's quite profitable to pay a deposit of one thousand for a bouquet of flowers, but this is the Chinese New Year! Flowers have to be booked in advance, and if the business is closed, nothing else can be sold. Not to mention that we are a big city like this.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I even sent flowers to my door!”

"It's still early in the morning! If I don't accompany you, do you dare to come alone?"

"How dangerous!"

"How much does it cost to run errands?"

However, the girl opposite just shook her head and sighed blankly: "I gave you the money, but... you're so handsome!"

companion:……

"Don't look at me like that. I'm really not a nymphomaniac. He is really handsome! Absolutely stunning! He's prettier than xx celebrities!"

The two of them discussed it for a while, and finally had to sigh: "How can such a good-looking man be so meticulous? He has to order flowers in advance to send to his girlfriend when he is away from home! It was my relative's turn to introduce me, and his height is accurate.

Two decimal places already?!"

"Hahaha, don't mention that, I will die laughing! Don't tell me, he is quite honest. The matchmaker said he is less than 1.7 meters tall. If you ask him, just say 163.45..."

The two of them walked away laughing and joking. In the room, Lu Chuan looked at the flowers and readjusted them. Thinking of Song Tan's creamy yellow skirt, his eyes softened.

I was very lucky. I found this flower shop on Meituan. The owner was indeed very meticulous and serious. In fact, he was prepared to give up if the flowers were no longer available.

Fortunately everything is perfect.

Looking at the time, it was almost five o'clock. Lu Chuan put on his shirt and suit, and made sure that his trousers were pressed straight. Then he tied his tie carefully, checked in the mirror again, exhaled, put on his coat and went out.

The high-speed rail station is a little far away. During the Chinese New Year, it’s best to go slower—you should be home by 6:30 in the morning.

…

Lu Chuan only told Song Tan that he would arrive early. His original intention was not to disturb everyone's rest. However, the old Song family was very cautious and got up early in the morning.

It doesn't matter if you can't afford to get up. There is no entertainment in the village at night, and everyone didn't play cards last night, so they went to bed very early.

The room is warm and cozy, and there is really not much difference between waking up at 6:00 and waking up at 8:00.

What's more, Qiao Qiao had to work hard to prepare meals for twenty people today. He went to the kitchen early in the morning to check the food preparations. He just wanted to show his best side to Lu Chuan, whom he liked.

Seeing this situation, Song Tan had no choice but to let everyone go.

After thinking about it, I thought it would be better to pack tea leaves if I had nothing to do when I got up early.

"20 packs of one tael, 50 packs of 5g, right?"

Wulan wiped his hands and opened the tea bag. He looked at the five kilograms of tea that he had reserved for March and April. Now he had to get rid of two and a half kilograms!

At this moment, I curiously asked: "Who is still buying tea like this during the Chinese New Year?"

Song Tan laughed: "It's not for sale. I'll give it to Lu Chuan. He has many readers who support him."

"Oh oh oh!"

Speaking of Lu Chuan, Wulan didn't even feel sorry for Tea. Instead, she asked, "Should we give him some small gift boxes?"

"No need." Song Tan shook his head: "Let's do this for the time being. I have ordered some gift boxes with different specifications and logos. When the output is large in the spring, I will slowly get back on track. This year, our family will sell things in retail.

Just package it like this.”

"These tea leaves will remain as they are."

Song Sancheng, on the other hand, was a little reluctant to part with it: "I gave Zhou Maozhu a few kilograms of tea, Tantan, and you still talked about me... Why do you give so much to someone else?"

Song Tan's face remained as usual: "Dad, think about it before you think about it. What if in a few years you ask Lu Chuan to buy your second car for you?"

"Uncle Zhou came to fry tea. We originally paid him a salary, and the family didn't have any money at that time. Who wouldn't feel sad if you gave him so much all at once?"

Song Sancheng was full of admiration at first, and then became embarrassed again.

There was nothing going on in the early morning. Qiao Qiao said she wanted to cook a pot of porridge and eat together when Lu Chuan came, so everyone moved slowly.

We weighed carefully on the electronic scale, the packaging machine slowly loaded and sealed the bags, and we chatted about one, two or three gossips in the village...

Not long after, I heard the sound of cars outside the yard.

In the middle of winter, it was still not bright at 6 o'clock in the morning, and there was only a hazy blue-purple glow on the horizon.

The ordinary car went around the bamboo forest that became increasingly green in the fog, and slowly stopped at the entrance of the yard.

When the driver got out of the car and took out the suitcase, Lu Chuan also held the flower and pushed open the door.

"God..."

As soon as Song Tan finished wrapping the bag of tea on hand and came out, he heard Ulan standing there in a daze, muttering just this sentence.

"?"

She curiously squeezed out from the stunned family.

In the morning mist, Lu Chuan, wearing a dark gray coat, was holding a bouquet of white moonlight sunflowers with a cream-yellow color in his right hand, and lightly holding a trolley case with his left hand.

And inside the coat, you can see to the naked eye that it is a decent suit.

Long and tall, he is particularly attractive.

Song Tan was shocked.

She was the one who asked Lu Chuan to dress up decently.

But I didn’t expect their [respect] to be so grand.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This suit and leather shoes are neat and tidy. She has only seen them in TV series in the past.

For people in the village, they only have the opportunity to wear a suit when they get married.

Wearing it on Lu Chuan now, who wouldn't be dumbfounded?

Not to mention he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his arms so romantically!

With so many people, Lu Chuan seemed stunned.

After a while, his ears slowly turned red, his lips moved twice, and then he whispered: "Uncle and aunt, happy New Year."

Grandma suddenly said "ouch" and then pushed grandpa's wheelchair towards the kitchen next to her:

"What are you talking about? I forgot that I have to help Qiao Qiao - Qiao Qiao, what are you doing standing around? Hurry up and cook."

Qiaoqiao said "Ah": "I have prepared breakfast - brother, you look really different!"

He wanted to express his feelings again, but Ulan turned around and dragged him into the house:

"Come on, come on, our tea leaves haven't been wrapped yet, Qiao Qiao come and help me...Song Sancheng, why are you still standing there?"

In an instant, the courtyard was empty except for Song Tan and Lu Chuan.

Song Tan lowered his head and looked at his milky white plush home clothes, feeling a little regretful: "I forgot that I should wear something nicer."

"Need not."

After everyone left, Lu Chuan no longer concealed his expression at this moment. Instead, he took a step forward and handed over the sunflower in his arms: "This flower matches this outfit very well. You look good in it."

He looked at Song Tan intently. Although they had only been separated for more than half a month, it felt as if it had been a long, long time.

He wanted to say that it looked a little cute.

But after thinking about it, I secretly hid the joy in my heart.

Song Tan then also laughed and looked down at the flowers again, her eyes filled with joy:

"Is this your favorite white moonlight sunflower? You can stay here this year and watch me plant a lot for you."

She stretched out her hand to Lu Chuan: "Is it cold with so little clothes on?"

Lu Chuan pursed his lips and said, "Fortunately, I was in the car all the way."

Before she finished speaking, Song Tan held her hand: "Come in, I'll ask Qiao Qiao to serve you a bowl of porridge - bean sprouts burrito or scallion pancakes with green pepper sauce?"

The romance of Yangchun Baixue naturally blended into the most ordinary and simple life. Lu Chuan followed her footsteps while pulling the box, and made a serious choice:

"I want both."

After entering the house, the whole family was sitting in the living room. Even grandma, who said she was going to the kitchen to light the fire, came pushing her wheelchair over again.
To be continued...