my black moonlight girlfriend

Chapter 1 cyanine
Liuli Street is a gathering place for antique calligraphy and painting shops. The whole street is lined with ancient Ming and Qing buildings, gray walls, blue tiles and wooden window lattices, and two red lanterns hung in every household under the eaves, showing the meaning of simplicity and nostalgia everywhere.Whether it is a local or a tourist, it is quite interesting to go shopping from the street to the end of the street, even if you don't buy it.

Among them is an old shop named Huaqing.

The pavement is not big, only about [-] square meters. A few pots of green plants are placed at the entrance. There are no other decorations. Even the signboard is simple, an old wooden board, with "Hua Qing" engraved in seal script. Two characters, the characters are also flower blue, and there is a stamp engraved on the lower left corner of the plaque. The handwriting is so small that it is difficult to see the specific name on the seal.

Just squeezed together at the end of several high-end famous stores, the appearance is very shabby, and the business can be said to be extremely deserted. Take today as an example, it has been a whole day, and there has not been a single customer.

At dusk, when the wind picked up, it began to rain in an instant.

The bean-sized raindrops crackled and raged in conjunction with the howling wind. The street trees roared and their branches swayed. The red lanterns were crumbling in the wind and rain.

This storm, strong and manic, seemed to overturn the whole street.

"Pa-ta", a pot of green plants at Huaqing's door was blown over to the ground, hearing the sound, the pot should be broken.

The only clerk in the store was about to go out to have a look, but the phone rang, so she had to answer the phone first, "Hello? Hello, yes, it's Huaqing. Mr. Zhuang, what color do you want? Let me see... I'm sorry , Mr. Zhuang, cyan, stone green, rouge, Zhubiao, magenta, gamboge, these colors are all gone. Yes, there are not many other colors left. If you want, I will come back after get off work Send it to you."

While talking on the phone in the store, a person came with an umbrella in the wind and rain outside the store.

A tall and thin man, wearing a black overcoat with a black lining, and holding a black umbrella, walked in the storm.

The wind knocked the umbrella upside down, but he didn't see the slightest mess. He only held the handle of the umbrella tightly, letting the heavy rain hit his shoulders, and walked calmly and firmly.

As for Huaqing, he saw the fallen green plant at first sight, squatted down and tried to lift it up, but it seemed that he couldn't do it with one hand, so he simply threw the umbrella and used both hands to support the broken flower. Pot, and move the green plants back into the broken pot.

When the clerk opened the door, what he saw was this: the boss was squatting under the eaves playing with flowerpots, most of his body was exposed to the rain, his valuable coat was dragged on the ground, the hem of his clothes had already been soaked by the rain, and his hair was short. It was soaked through.

She quickly picked up the umbrella and propped it on top of his head, "Mr. Su..."

He ignored it, and only thought about one thought in his mind: it was getting late now, and he had to buy a new flowerpot early tomorrow morning.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Zhuang called just now and wanted to buy all the remaining paints in the store. I didn't dare to agree, so I asked you first..." the clerk reported holding an umbrella.

His hands were covered with dirt, but he finally noticed her existence, "Buy them all?" His eyes were blank for a while.

"Yes, we have sold out several of the colors he wanted, and there are only a few left. He said he wanted them all, and I said, I have to ask you before I can reply to him. If you agree to sell them, I will give them to Mr. Zhuang later. Send it."

(End of this chapter)