The Town of Flying Flowers, Volume 1, Chapters 1 & 2

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Synopsis: A city youth, by a stroke of luck, finds himself stranded in a small town. From then on,
he strives to make a living, develop his career, and climb the social ladder in this unfamiliar town. While enjoying the company of many, he also faces undercurrents of trouble… Is he a good person or
a bad person? The reader will decide.
Character Profile: Gong Xiaowen: Twenty-six years old, the protagonist. Handsome and talented,
he suffers multiple setbacks and attempts suicide by jumping off a building, but survives, leading to his experiences in the small town. He faces many hardships,
yet enjoys boundless romantic encounters.
From my observation, he's not exactly a good person. Fortunately, the protagonist of a novel isn't always a good person.
Zhong Meixian: A widow, not yet thirty, whose husband died in a mining accident. She runs a "Sisters' Porridge Shop" with her younger sister. She is a well-known beauty in
the town .
Zhong Meirou: Meixian's younger sister. In her early twenties, lively and beautiful.
Han Bing: Sexy and charming, the wife of a wealthy man, who is interested in Xiaowen.
Su Lan: A female college student who loves literature.
Bao Qianqian: The mistress of a certain department head, having an affair with the protagonist.
Juying: Jufu's younger sister, a pretty girl.
Liu Xiaohe: A hairdresser, a young woman from the countryside.
Liu Yun: Ding Song's wife, runs her own business. She seeks help to conceive.
Chen Yu: A primary school teacher, ranked number one on the beauty list, also very capable, the dream
girl of many young men. Her father is a famous engineer in the town.
Meng Xueqing: A white-collar worker in the town, Zhao Renjie's mistress.
Zhuang Xiaomi: A dance hall hostess, from the same village as Xiaohe.
Ding Song: The protagonist's friend, kind-hearted, often troubled by his inability to have children.
Jufu: The protagonist's friend, a worker in a certain unit. Suffering for love, his life is full of hardships.
Qiao Dashan: A driver. Xiaowen was transported to the town in his car.
Zhao Renjie: A local tycoon, ruthless and hated by the people.
Zhao Renxiong: Zhao Renjie's younger brother, different from his brother.
Su Hanwei: Su Lan's father, a hypocrite.
Zhang Biao: A policeman, Mei Rou's boyfriend.
Regarding the title, *Small Town Flowers*, it superficially depicts
the experiences and life of Gong Xiaowen, a young man from the city, in a small town. In essence, however, I want to portray the beauty of the various women in the town.
The "flowers" refer to the women. My wish is that every woman is unique, and each one should be
beautiful, regardless of whether she is a good woman or not. Even if she has done bad things, I hope everyone can forgive her.
Is this wish a bit too extravagant, too arrogant? With my current abilities, I can only
do my best . Whether this dream will come true, only time will tell.
I dare not dream of my novel being published; I only hope to write it once, have a few readers, and a few votes—that would
be enough. That way, my hard work and sweat will not have been in vain.
This year is the Year of the Rooster, and I rise with the rooster's crow. No matter how I dance, I will keep dancing. Because this is
one of the values of my existence.
Related works featuring beautiful women: Zhong Meixian: Around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, tall and fit, with a high bust and round hips. Her
bright eyes are as deep as the sea. Her full, moist red lips remind one of the most tempting and delicious fruit. Her
smile brings a warm feeling like a spring breeze.
Han Bing: In her early thirties, with a face like a peach blossom and alluring eyes, she possesses a captivating charm. Wearing a black
miniskirt, as she sways her waist, a ring of white flesh peeks out from the seam of the skirt, giving a fleeting glimpse of beauty. She
deliberately doesn't wear stockings, letting her two jade-like legs be exposed in the sun. Long, round, firm, and glossy pink thighs,
how many men have swallowed their saliva?
Xiao He: Not particularly fair-skinned, but with a beautiful face and a slender waist. Although not fat, her bust is quite large; the white coat she
wears clearly forms two small mountains on her chest, drawing attention. Xiao Wen's
gaze , then he felt uneasy.
Liu Yun: When he saw Liu Yun in person, he realized the photograph only captured her form, not her spirit. Liu Yun had a beautiful
figure , wearing a blue suit dress. Her hair was styled in a bun, and her oval face was delicate and captivating.
Her legs, clad in stockings, were alluring. No man could resist taking a second look.
Qian Qian: As beautiful as a flower, tall and graceful. Meng Xueqing: A young woman in her early thirties,
wearing a pink gauze dress that accentuated her alluring figure. Her hair was tied back in a bun. She had a round forehead,
a delicate face, almond-shaped eyes, and peach-blossom cheeks. Her smile added to her beauty.
Su Lan: Twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with short, neck-length hair, bright black eyes, small lips, and an oval face,
exuding quiet elegance. A floral dress hugged her slender body, radiating youthful energy.
(Those who haven't officially appeared are excluded.)
Volume 1, Chapter 1: Suicide.
Dawn had broken, the time when most people were getting up and washing their faces. On the long highway,
a large truck was driving slowly. Gradually, it came onto a bridge.
After getting on the bridge, the driver was about to shift gears when suddenly his eyes caught sight of someone. He saw it in the rearview mirror.
He was shocked; this person was in his truck bed, and he had
n't even known when the person had gotten on, let alone when.
At that moment, the person was putting one leg over the guardrail, seemingly about to jump. This startled the driver.
The truck was close to the railing; if the person jumped, they would fall to the ground below. From that height, a fall would be certain death.
The driver swerved the steering wheel, causing the truck to tilt, increasing the distance between itself and the railing. Even if the person jumped,
they would only land on the road. The driver glanced at the person; one leg was still intact, nothing was wrong.
The driver quickly stopped the truck, got out, walked around the front of the truck, and went to the truck bed. With hands on hips and glaring eyes, the driver roared, "
Who are you? When did you climb onto this bus? What are you trying to do? Were you about to jump off? Do you want to die?"
The man's eyes were filled with melancholy as he muttered, "I don't want to live anymore. I have nothing left.
What's ? God, why are you doing this to me? I want to die, and I still want to die."
The driver grew impatient and shouted, "Hey buddy, if you want to die, I won't stop you. But don't die on my
bus. Get off first. If you want to die, there are many ways. You don't necessarily have to jump off. Besides, you
won't die from the fall. But if you become paralyzed or a vegetable, that would be terrible. Get off first.
I have experience with suicide. I can give you some pointers so you can die quickly and comfortably."
The man glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully turned his back and slowly climbed down the bus along the footholds.
During this process, the driver kept a close eye on him, ready to catch him in case he fell headfirst.
He couldn't just stand by and watch someone commit suicide. If something happened to them, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.
The driver secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man land safely. He ignored the man and got into the car. The man caught up
and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to give me some pointers? Why are you back in the car?"
The driver stuck his head out of the window and laughed, "Hey buddy, this car can't stay parked in the middle of the road forever. I'll move
to and then I'll give you my piece." Saying that, he pulled the car to the side. But he didn't get out of the car.
He stuck his head out again and said to the man, "Hey buddy, how did you get on my car? I didn't know. And
why are you trying to commit suicide?"
The man stood by the car, hands in his pockets, looking at the sky and then at the ground, sighing deeply. He hesitated for a
moment and said, "Last night I didn't want to live anymore, so I went to jump off a building, thinking that ending it all would end all my troubles. Unexpectedly,
I fell into your car.
Surprisingly, I didn't die." The driver laughed and said, "That's quite a coincidence. My car was full of cotton bales. I didn't expect it to save
your life. It seems God won't let you die; you can't die even if you want to."
The man smiled bitterly, "But I still want to die. I feel life is meaningless. I've lost everything."
The driver shook his head and said, "Brother, life is full of troubles. Try to be more open-minded. Like me, I've been
married three times. My first wife died in childbirth, and the child died too. The second ran off with someone else. The third one is always
arguing . My dad thinks I'm unlucky and kicked me out of the house. But I didn't commit suicide;
I survived. I'm still living happily. I feel like I'm not worse off than anyone else. Driving is hard work, but at least I can afford it."
These days, money makes everything easy. You can have anything you want. Losing everything is nothing; you can start over
and regain everything. Take it slow; you're still young.”
The man listened, looking at him with a much better expression. After a long pause, he said, “Driver, I'll listen to you.
I won't die . I'll live for now. But where do I go? I don't want to go back to where I was.”
The driver glanced at him, looked up into the distance, pointed north, and said, “Buddy, I'll show you a good
place . Look over there.” The man looked in the direction he was pointing and saw many buildings and bungalows not far to the north. It seemed like
a large community.
The driver said, “This town is called Dahe Town. It's not big, but it's a good place. It can
support the poor. There are many vagrants there, and many of them have become wealthy. Even if you don't have any skills, as long as you're hardworking,
you won't starve. You can swing a big shovel, ride a donkey backwards, and still have food to eat.”
The man gazed at the town and slowly nodded. The
driver turned his gaze back to him and said, "Brother, you're young and handsome, you
don't seem like a fool. Work hard and try to make something of yourself. Then I can ask you for a drink when I pass through here."
The man's suicidal thoughts wavered, and he felt much better. He said, "Thank you for your encouragement, brother. I will definitely work
hard and make something of myself. I'll show those who hurt me what's what."
The driver was pleased and shouted, "That's right! That's a real man! Young man, what's your name?
My name is Qiao Dashan."
The young man said, "Brother Qiao, my name is Gong Xiaowen." "As he spoke, he extended his hand. The driver, seeing this, quickly got out of the car
and shook his hand. Joy shone in both their eyes. In the blink of an eye, the two became like brothers.
Dashan offered many words of encouragement and inquired about the young man's background. The young man was evasive and hesitant.
Dashan knew his emotional wounds hadn't completely healed. He didn't press him. Therefore, he said, 'Brother Gong, if
you commit suicide again, and I find out, I will definitely look down on you.'
Gong Xiaowen smiled and said, 'Brother, what are you saying? I've already died once, so naturally I won't die a second time.
Because my life starts anew. I can't let those who hurt me laugh at me.'
Dashan shook his arm heavily and said, 'Brother, that's more like it. That's what a man should do. I should have
invited you for a drink, but this cotton shipment is urgent. I can't talk to you any longer. Next time I pass through here, I'll
definitely come to find you. I rarely go to the big restaurants in this small town.'" "My favorite place is 'Sisters' Congee Shop
.' If you have time, go there often, and you're sure to run into me. I'm very familiar with the proprietress."
Xiaowen said, "I'll definitely wait for you there often, brother. I'll treat you then."
Dashan laughed heartily, "If you treat me, brother, I'll definitely eat and drink my fill." Then he said, "Brother, my phone number is
on . You can call me if you need anything." As he spoke, he handed Xiaowen a business card. The business card
was very clean, with only a name and number, without the usual bunch of titles.
Xiaowen carefully put it in his pocket. Dashan patted him on the shoulder, looked at his watch, and said, "Brother, I have to
go. Until we meet again." "With that, he jumped into the truck, waved to Xiaowen, and sped away.
Xiaowen watched the truck disappear into the distance, touching the business card, thinking of the number, and then remembered his cell phone. He casually touched
his waist, but it was empty. After all the commotion last night, he had no idea where his phone was. Now, thinking about it, he felt a
little regretful; he had only bought it less than half a year ago. He wouldn't have used this phone himself, but his wife thought it
wasn't good enough, so he took it. He even bought her a more expensive one.
Thinking of his 'wife,' he felt a pang of heartache. Now, she was no longer his 'wife,' to be precise,
his ex-wife. The campus belle of his university days had withered, and their romance had vanished like smoke. The enviable
golden couple was now history. The past was dead; now, he had been reborn.
Xiaowen looked at the town not far away, raised his arms and shouted, then patted the dust off his clothes, as if to shake off
everything .
Suddenly, he remembered something. He stretched out his palm towards a rock a dozen meters away. He mentally chanted an incantation and
said aloud, 'Come.'" "Strangely enough, the stone seemed to come alive, suddenly flying towards him and landing
in his palm.
He said again, 'Go,' and the stone flew away, past the bridge railing, heading straight into the distance. He said again, 'Alright
.' The stone stopped in mid-air. He said again, 'Land.' The stone obeyed and landed.
He was overjoyed and tried it on the nearby grass, trees, and other things, but none of them obeyed. He shouted excitedly
, 'Master, I've finally mastered it! Eight years! I've finally succeeded!'
Fortunately, no one saw any of this, or they would have been terrified. This was his personal secret;
no one knew except him and his master.
After
calming down, he turned and went down the bridge, heading towards the exit of the road, towards that unfamiliar town, towards his
unknown tomorrow. "
He walked straight ahead along the cement road. After exiting the tollbooth, he soon entered the small town.
There weren't many high-rise buildings, but the bungalows were quite nice. The streets were clean, and the sunlight streamed in from the east,
gilding the town and offering Xiaowen some warmth.
He continued along the cement road, then turned west. The road was straight and long, and to the west it was a gentle
downhill slope. Looking around, he saw smoke billowing from many chimneys. Clearly, people were cooking. Thinking of food,
his stomach growled. It was time to eat.
As he walked, he frequently saw morning runners passing by. Some came from the opposite direction, others
overtook him from behind. Men, women, young and old, all full of energy, evoking images of vitality.
This scene filled him with shame. Life was so beautiful; how could he be so foolish as to contemplate suicide?
Had years of city life driven his mind to despair?
Just then, a gust of wind blew beside him. A figure ran past him. Without even looking, he knew it was a woman.
The breeze was unmistakably fragrant—faint yet deeply scented. He instinctively took a deep breath and looked for her. The
woman was already ten meters away.
Upon first seeing her back, Xiao Wen was startled. Instinctively, he knew she was a young woman. Perhaps even
a virgin. That wasn't surprising; what interested him was the beauty of her figure, the way it made him imagine her beauty.
The sway of her waist, the twist of her hips, the springiness of her legs—it evoked the beauty of youth, the vibrancy of life,
the triumph of success. It was a powerful force. In all his
life, Xiao Wen had rarely seen such a captivating back view. He was certain this figure was far more beautiful than his
ex-wife's . He longed to go closer, to see her face, to see if her features were as beautiful as her silhouette.
Just then, the wind picked up again beside him. And it was quite strong. Five or six young men, also running, were approaching
, talking as they ran.
"She's so beautiful, I'm mesmerized! I want to duel her boyfriend!" one said.
"I want to marry her. If she doesn't marry me, I'll never marry again!" another said.
"You should become a monk. Want to marry her? Maybe in your next life!" yet another said.
"What are you all arguing about? She's already far away, hurry up and chase after her!" this person was more level-headed.
"Chase her! Chase this beauty! Whoever falls behind is a coward!" the crowd echoed, and they sped off after the
beauty .
Xiao Wen, standing nearby, wanted to laugh. But he couldn't laugh now; the shadow in his heart from the past few days hadn't completely
dissipated. He was hungry; what he needed most now was food. Where to eat? Just then, Brother Qiao's words
echoed in his ears.
Yes, go to "Sisters' Porridge Shop"—Brother Qiao often went there; it must be a good place.
After walking a few steps, he asked someone for directions to the porridge shop. The person kindly pointed it out to him. It turned out to be on the north side of the intersection
ahead .
When he arrived at the intersection, he indeed saw it. It was two brick houses, tiled with white ceramic tiles. There was a sign on the door.
People were going in and out, so business must be good. He reached the door and smelled the aroma of steamed buns inside.
Just as he was about to step inside, he suddenly touched his pocket. He then realized that his pockets were empty.
It turned out that before jumping off the building last night, out of hatred for money, he stood on the roof, tore up all his money, and threw it away. The money
was gone with the wind. At that time, he only thought about dying, nothing else. Unexpectedly, now that he wasn't going to die, he felt the distress of being penniless.
With his hands in his pockets, he paced back and forth at the door, as if he were losing something. People going in and out of the door looked at him with
suspicious eyes. Feeling embarrassed because he was poor, Xiao Wen avoided their gaze.
After a while, a young woman came out of the shop. Xiao Wen's eyes lit up. He thought to himself: What a beautiful
woman, a perfect 90 out of 100. She
was about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, tall and fit, with a high bust and round hips. Her bright eyes were as deep as the ocean. Her full
, moist red lips reminded one of the most tempting and delicious fruit. Her smile was as
warm .
Xiao Wen stared blankly at the beauty. The beauty was also looking at him. He was two or three years younger than her, and probably
about 1.76 meters tall. He looked quite robust. He wore a dark blue suit, his white shirt was wrinkled, and
his tie was askew.
Looking at his features, he had delicate features and a high nose. If it weren't for the short beard around his mouth and cheeks, he would definitely
be a handsome man. Thinking this, her face flushed, and seeing that he was also staring at her, she couldn't help but feel a little shy.
Beyond shyness, she felt more proud. She had always been confident in her beauty, and seeing his reaction, she was very satisfied.
The beauty did not avoid his gaze. After calming himself down, he asked, "Young man, are you here to eat?"
Xiaowen nodded and said, "Yes, sister, I'm here to eat. But..."
The beauty smiled and said, "Then come in. My food is delicious and cheap. Don't worry, come in, I
promise I won't rip you off." She opened the door and gestured for him to enter.
At this point, Xiaowen couldn't back down. Besides, he was really hungry; he needed to eat first. So he braced himself
and went inside. There were two rows of tables, three in each row. He saw that the last table on the left was empty, so he went over and sat down.
His heart pounded as he thought about how he was going to handle the situation. He'd never
made such a fool of himself before. The beauty followed him, smiling, and asked, "Young man, what would you like to eat?" Xiaowen felt comfortable
looking at her charming smile. He said, "Anything is fine, as long as it fills me up." The beauty said, "Coming right away," and went to the kitchen. Those nearby, witnessing this scene, began to whisper amongst themselves. Though they couldn't make out what they were saying, Xiaowen knew it concerned him. As they spoke, they frequently glanced at him. Some eyes held surprise, others displeasure, and still others suspicion. Soon, the food arrived: a plate of steamed buns and a bowl of rice porridge. Xiaowen was starving; he said thank you and began to devour the food with gusto. He ate like a whirlwind. In no time, two plates of buns and three bowls of porridge were gone. The beautiful woman stood with her arms crossed at the kitchen doorway, glancing at Xiaowen from time to time. Seeing his ravenous appearance, she couldn't help laugh. Just then, someone shouted for more buns. The beautiful woman didn't move, but called out into the kitchen, "Aunt Du, get a plate of buns for the utility pole." A voice answered, and a woman in her fifties came out carrying the buns. The man sitting in front of Xiaowen was very dissatisfied. He said, "Hey boss, why don't you bring it yourself? Why do you have to bring it yourself when this kid wants something?" As he spoke, he turned around and gave Xiaowen a disapproving look.

The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Others don't haggle over prices when they eat, unlike you, who always underpays.
That's why I'm in a bad mood whenever I see you. How can I serve you anything when I'm in a bad mood?"
The man with the electric pole laughed and said, "Then I'll pay more each time from now on, and you can personally serve me
everything okay?"
The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Okay, I'll ask Liu Yun. If she has no objection, I have no objection either."
Hearing her mention his wife, the man with the electric pole fell silent. Everyone smiled at this. The man
with the electric pole lowered his head and ate, pretending not to see.
At this moment, Xiao Wen had finished eating. The beautiful woman came over to clean up and said softly, "Young man, it's six yuan
and fifty cents in total, six yuan is fine. You must come often in the future; this little shop needs everyone's support."
Finally, at this moment, Xiao Wen's face turned red. A look of embarrassment and shame appeared on his face. In
front of so many people, he didn't have the courage to say that he had no money on him.
Xiaowen whispered, "Sister, I forgot to bring money. Can I pay you back next time?"
The beauty was taken aback, then understood. She smiled slightly and said, "Alright then, we'll settle it together next time."
Xiaowen looked at the beauty gratefully, thinking to himself, there are still many good people in the world.
The beauty sat down opposite Xiaowen, her gaze becoming sharp as she re-examined him. No matter how she looked at him, he didn't
seem like a scoundrel. She wondered why a grown man didn't even have money for a meal. She was in a good
mood today; normally, she would have given him a good thrashing. But today, she was in a particularly good mood.
Xiaowen whispered, "Sister, I will definitely pay you back. Soon."
The beauty smiled and said, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it. By the way, where are you from?
How come you're in such a sorry state?"
Hearing this, Xiaowen felt a pang of sadness, and his expression became serious. He sighed, and instead of answering, asked, "Sister,
what kind of work is available in your town? I want to work and earn money,
the kind where ."
The beautiful woman looked at him and said, "Of course there is such work. I'm afraid you can't do it."
Xiaowen said, "What others can do, I can do too. Just tell me, sister."
The beautiful woman said, "To drive a car, you need a vehicle; to ride a bicycle, you need a vehicle too. Those won't work. Then you'll have to be a shovelman
."
Xiaowen asked, "What's a shovelman? I've never heard of it."
The beautiful woman glanced at him and said, "It's someone who earns money by doing manual labor. You stand at the intersection, and when someone
needs they come to you. There's all kinds of work. You should ask the utility pole; he's an expert." As she spoke, she looked towards
the utility pole.
After finishing his meal, Dianxiangan turned around, looked Xiaowen up and down, and said, "You
don't look like someone who's cut out for a big shovel. Besides, can you even handle it?"
Xiaowen patted his chest and said proudly, "Back in school, I was an athletic champion. I
was stronger than an ox."
Dianxiangan chuckled and said, "Alright, let's give it a try. If you can't do it, don't say I didn't
help you. Come with me." With that, he walked towards the door.
When they reached the door, Meiren caught up with them, waved to Dianxiangan, and whispered, "He's from out of town,
doesn't know anyone here . Take good care of him. Don't let anyone bully him."
Dianxiangan grinned and said, "What's your relationship with him? Why are you so protective of him? Do you even know him?"
Meiren smiled and said, "It's a debt relationship. He owes me money, and I have to encourage him to earn it quickly. Otherwise,
I'm afraid my money will go to waste." Dianxiangan said, "No problem." She then went on her way.
Suddenly, Xiaowen ran back and said, "Sister, my name is Gong Xiaowen. Your name is
Meiren." Meiren said, "My name is Zhong Meixian."
Xiaowen called out, "Sister Zhong."
Meiren responded, smiling, "Hurry and chase after the utility pole, it'll be far away soon."
Xiaowen nodded, waved to her, and chased after it. Meixian watched Xiaowen's retreating figure, her heart pounding,
her face flushed. She thought of many past events, some related to her husband.

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