Eva's Garden

Peony Words (1)

At 9:30 AM, the first customer arrived as scheduled.

Rebecca has been working for almost half a month, and the probation period is approaching. In the past half month, she has had to stand for more than 10 hours every day, which has caused severe edema in her legs. She has disliked her thick legs since she was a child, but she chose an industry that requires long periods of standing. She understands the difficulties of flower art practitioners. Outsiders see the beautiful industry, but beauty always comes at a price. Last week, she arranged the huge flower columns in the lobby of a local five-star hotel. She had to climb up and down the scaffolding, which made her back and waist sore. She is a complete sensibility school. Her ex-boyfriend once commented on her like this. She didn't believe it at first, but now she is sure of it. She yearns to add thickness to her life and to experience a variety of experiences, so that she will have richer memories when she is old.

"Hello, little girl, I want to buy some flowers."

"Auntie, good morning!" Rebecca gave a sweet smile. Look carefully at the aunt in front of you. An aunt in her 50s, with a medium to thin figure, black hair tied into a round bun, neat and tidy.

"Do you have any favorite flowers? Do you want to give them to others or buy them for your own decoration?"

"I want to give them to my daughter." The aunt said gently, with a smile in her eyes.

"Does your daughter have any favorite flowers?"

"You are new here, right?"

Rebecca was surprised and responded timidly, "Yes."

"I come here regularly to buy flowers." It turned out to be an old customer. Rebecca felt that the other party was rather tepid and answered irrelevant questions. She was a little timid about how to deal with it.

"My daughter likes peonies, and she likes pink." The other party did not continue the previous topic and smiled.

"Take a look at these peonies. Do you like any?" As she spoke, she raised her hand and led the aunt to see a small flower bucket with peonies. It is now early April, the peony season. There are many varieties of peonies in the store, such as Yang Fei's Bath, Sunset Rose... The aunt carefully looked at the different varieties of peonies.

Rebecca was secretly happy. Peonies are also her favorite flowers. She was not sensitive to flowers before, but she knew that flowers represent romance and love. She likes all beautiful things, and flowers are no exception. Her love for peonies stems from an American TV series she watched in junior high school. The hero was holding a bunch of pink peonies on the top floor of the Empire State Building waiting for the heroine, but the heroine was delayed for the appointment because the maid who had taken care of her since she was a child was in labor. In addition, the heroine was a little hesitant about whether the hero was her Mr. Right. So when the heroine accompanied the maid to give birth to the baby and rushed to the top floor for the appointment, the camera fell on the peonies in the trash can. American TV series always repeat the bloody plots in circles, because the story always has to continue, so when the heroine went to the hero's house to find him, the hero had already had s*x with other people. Fortunately, the hero and heroine finally got together in the finale, but Rebecca had grown up and didn't care about the finale. He no longer had the curiosity to wait for the drama. Reality is not always like idol dramas, not to mention the previous runaway.

"How old is your daughter? Is it a special day, a birthday, or something?"

"I'm going to the beach to see her." Rebecca saw that the aunt didn't answer the question, and was worrying about how to ask more information. Alex came out of the warehouse with a big box of roses in his hand. Seeing the aunt, he smiled and said, "Auntie, you are here." Alex put the roses on a corner of the workbench and asked, "How about the usual way? Please go to the coffee area and sit for a while. I'll ask Anny to pour you a glass of lemonade. You can rest first. Before leaving, ask him to pack you a lightly iced caramel cappuccino."

"You have a good memory, thank you."

"I'm used to it." Alex does have a good memory, and he is best at remembering the names of flowers.

Alex skillfully selected large rose-red gradient peonies, half-opened pink goldfish peonies, slightly opened shy queen peonies, salad pink peonies, pink roses, budding tulips, round-leaved eucalyptus, lisianthus, and a full white hydrangea from the flower bucket. The dreamy and romantic colors of the world are all concentrated between Alex's elbows.

Pink calla lily, snowy red star, pink lychee rose,

A girly pink romantic party.

Alex arranged the flowers one by one on the workbench, as if the girls were waiting to attend a grand pink romantic party, wearing grand banquet dresses, waiting to enter in turn. He picked up a large bunch of white hydrangeas as the base, and then inserted various varieties of peonies around the hydrangeas, constantly adjusting to find the best display angle. Then he inserted roses, tulips, lisianthus, and eucalyptus leaves in the gaps. The roots of each layer of the bouquet were wrapped with tape, and finally transparent backing paper, pink backing paper, and gray backing paper. The florist's technique looks rough, but he can always create wonderful works.

Today is Monday, and there are not many customers in the store. Rebecca took a rag to wipe everywhere, and took advantage of every time she stood up to observe the aunt. She knows that everyone is different, but she can't hide her curiosity, because she firmly believes that every more understanding of people and things can allow her to accumulate work experience so that she can deal with it with ease in the future. She gradually understands that the deeper she interacts with people, the easier it is to understand society in depth.

Auntie walked to the bar counter in the coffee area, took out a thermos from her shoulder bag and handed it to Anny. Anny is a barista in the store, 25 years old, with a pink princess cut, a tattoo, and a completely rebellious girl. She is strong by nature.

Auntie smiled and nodded and walked towards the seat by the window. Before sitting down, she took out a wet wipe from her bag, wiped the seat first, took out another wet wipe to wipe the table, and then took out two or three paper towels to wipe the seat and table again to remove the wet marks.

Anny brought lemonade, and Auntie wiped her own thermos with a wet wipe, and repeatedly took out paper towels to wipe the thermos. Rebecca saw Auntie's cleanliness and felt sympathy for her. This sympathy was the fatigue of her fearless actions compared to ordinary people, even if such redundant actions seemed natural to outsiders.

About twenty minutes later, the main flower was already arranged, and Alex added some eucalyptus leaves, and finally tied a pink gauze bow, and finally put the bouquet into a transparent handbag. Alex once said, "Once a work is finished, it no longer belongs to me." It was an evening, not busy. Alex was smoking a cigarette and looking at the flowers and plants in the garden. The work was finished and a new journey was about to begin. Alex approached the aunt and handed it to her with both hands.

"As beautiful as always, I thank you on behalf of my daughter."

"It's my honor that you like it."

Anny handed the packed strawberry mousse cake and iced Americano to the aunt. After thanking her one by one, the aunt turned around and left, disappearing in the crowd.

"It seems that you are very familiar with it."

Alex's face did not have much smile, and he spoke lightly about their story.