On the gift box, there is also a bow tied with white silk gauze.
Tang Mulin paused.
She seemed to already know who sent it.
Sure enough, when I took off the greeting card from the bouquet, there was only one sentence on it.
"Ms. Tang, Merry Christmas!
When I find the answer, I will come back to see you. I hope that day will not be too long!"
"Ms. Tang, what's wrong?"
Seeing Tang Mulin staring blankly at the greeting card without holding flowers or taking gifts, the housekeeper asked with concern: "Is there something inappropriate? If so, you can refuse it."
"Oh Nope."
Tang Mulin shook his head and returned to the room holding flowers and gifts.
Pure white buckwheat flowers look particularly dreamy and beautiful on the bay windows hung with colored lights.
Tang Mulin stared blankly for a long time.
The flower language of buckwheat flowers is lovers.
He clearly doesn't remember her anymore, right?
So, is this a coincidence?
definitely is!
Forced to pull himself back from his aimless thoughts, Tang Mulin opened the gift box.
With just one glance, tears started to fall.
An acrylic diamond the size of a pigeon egg.
A fluffy white stuffed ball.
A white rabbit whose candy wrapper has turned yellow.
Also, a scribbling notebook.
These are all gifts that the little girl forcibly gives to the lonely boy every time they meet.
And this is just a very small part of it.
But why, even though he clearly doesn't remember her, does he still keep these things?
With tears in his eyes, Tang Mulin opened his graffiti notebook.
On the first page, there is a prototype of a girl sketched in a few strokes.
Signed: Tang·Ying Xue Yu Han Lei·Mu·Bing Xue Shang Li Mo Meng·Lin
Thinking of his childish self in middle school, Tang Mulin burst into tears and laughed.
The doodle book is full of essays.
"Today is Monday, ah, I hate Mondays the most. When I think about the weekend in five days, my mood is not beautiful at all."
"Oh, my favorite Friday is here...for dinner, I have the bitter chrysanthemum salad, which I don't like the most. It makes me want to vomit. My mother said she wants to lose weight and stay in shape, but she is not fat at all, okay? Hey, woman.
…I hope that when I grow up, I won’t become a woman who worries about beauty and figure.”
"Why are boys so annoying? When you like a girl, shouldn't you care for her tenderly? What kind of trouble would you make if you catch caterpillars and put them on her clothes? Let you see her so frightened that her face turned pale with tears.
She looks so ugly, she doesn't even want to talk to you, okay?...Ah, boys are so stupid! Fortunately, the boy I like is very cool, smart and aloof, not stupid at all, hehe..."
…
After flipping through a few pages, Tang Mulin suddenly felt something was different.
The graffiti book flipped to the first page, and Tang Mulin started reading again.
"Today is Monday..."
On the back, there is another kind of writing, "I hate Mondays too. Sugar, we are the same."
"Oh yeah, my favorite Friday is here..."
On the back, "I like Fridays, too."
"...Boys are so stupid! Fortunately, the boy I like is very cool, smart and aloof..."
On the back, "The girl I like, her name is Sugar, she is the most beautiful and lovely girl in the world. If everyone can only make one wish in their lifetime, then my wish will only be related to her."
…
The handwriting is green, but a bit of sharp strokes can already be seen.
I took the greeting card and saw that it was clearly written by one person.