编花篮的人是张林未婚妻小燕。从早晨开始,小燕就在临街的花店门口编着花篮。她灵巧的双手动作不停,用一根根细铁丝将塑料花一朵朵地编在竹制的花篮上。花篮很高,几乎与她的个子等齐。已经是上午十点钟了,街道上车水马龙,人声嘈杂。张林还在床上睡觉,一阵阵粗重的鼾声从花店里传出来,传入小燕的耳中,似乎比街上的声音还要响。一股委屈从小燕的心里涌上来。 People who are baskets are Zhang Lin fiancee Xiaoyan. From the beginning of the morning, Xiaoyan flowers in front of the shop decorated with flowers. Her dexterous hands kept moving, using a thin wire of plastic flowers blossoming on a bamboo basket. The flower basket is high, almost the same as her body. It is already ten o’clock in the morning, the streets are busy, the voices are noisy. Zhang Lin is still sleeping in bed, waves of heavy snoring came from the florist, Xiaoyan into the ears, it seems even louder than the voice of the street. An aggression from the heart of Xiaoyan Chung.