A little flower seller came over with a large bouquet of flowers and timidly tugged on Fu Xiaonian's trousers. Fu Xiaonian turned around and saw such a cute child, so he knelt down and touched her crotch.
The head said: "Little sister, what are you doing so late?"
"Sister, buy me a bouquet of flowers for my brother." The little girl's voice sounded timid, as if she was afraid of strangers. Only then did Fu Xiaonian see the bouquet in her arms, and his face suddenly darkened. Only men buy flowers for women.
Yes, why would she, a woman, buy flowers for a man?
"Little sister," Fu Xiaonian decided to argue, so he asked patiently: "Little sister, only boys give flowers to girls. You should ask the brother over there." Fu Xiaonian pointed at Situ.
Shang Xuan.
"But -" the little girl glanced at Situ Shangxuan timidly, her cheeks were already flushed, and she whispered, "Brother is so beautiful!"
Fu Xiaonian's face darkened, he pointed at himself, and asked the little girl patiently: "Little sister, isn't your sister beautiful?"
"Sister is beautiful too!" The little girl's mouth was really sweet, considering that she was a customer buying flowers.
"So -" Fu Xiaonian's eyes flashed with a cunning arc, "Girl, do you think your sister is more beautiful, or your brother?"
The little girl looked at Situ Shangxuan hesitantly, and then looked at Fu Xiaonian in front of her hesitantly, as if it was difficult to make a decision.
Fu Xiaonian hooked his fingers and motioned for the latter to come closer. After the little girl came close obediently, Fu Xiaonian said in her ear: "Little sister, do you think this is good? If you say that my sister is beautiful -"
Fu Xiaonian looked at the bouquet in her arms. A pure white rose escaped from the owner's arms and shyly emerged from the flower bones, like a shy woman enchanting her lover.
Fu Xiaonian's lips curled up, "Sister, I bought all your white roses. What do you think?"
When the little girl heard this, her round blue eyes shone with a hint of surprise. Without waiting for Fu Xiaonian to urge her, she sweetly said loudly, "Sister is prettier than brother!"
"Well, be good!" Fu Xiaonian touched the little girl's head with satisfaction and gave Situ Shangxuan a provocative look over there.
Seeing this scene, Situ Shangxuan couldn't help but laugh and shook his head. Her little moves didn't escape his eyes.
As soon as Fu Xiaonian touched his pocket, he shouted, "Oh no," and more than a dozen red coins were pulled out of his pocket. Fu Xiaonian looked at the little girl in embarrassment and asked, "Is this okay?"
The little girl shook her head and said no.
Fu Xiaonian sighed sadly and pursed his lips, "Oops, I don't have any pounds!" Fu Xiaonian rubbed his hair irritably, blaming her for everything, but not the pounds.
Situ Shangxuan laughed so hard that he came over, took out a few fifty pounds and handed them to the little girl. The little girl waved her hand, saying that there was no need for so many. Before Situ Shangxuan could make any move, Fu Xiaonian had already forcefully handed a few of them to the little girl.
Fifty pounds was stuffed into the little girl's hand, and then said: "You deserve this. And -"
Fu Xiaonian raised his eyes and looked at the man beside him, "This is my man. He should pay for me."
The little girl nodded, smiled obediently at Fu Xiaonian and said, "Sister, you are so beautiful!"
"Haha, you are very beautiful too!" Fu Xiaonian playfully winked at the latter, and then took the white roses from the latter's hand. The little girl also had other kinds of bouquets in her hands, and she wanted to give them to Fu Xiaonian as well.
, but was rejected by Fu Xiaonian, "I only want these, those beautiful flowers, give them to other guests."
The little girl smiled happily, said, "Thank you, big sister," and left.
Fu Xiaonian nodded at the white roses in his arms and discovered that there were twelve. Without Situ Shangxuan seeing it, he immediately broke off the flower bone of the rose and hid it secretly behind his hand.
The eleven pure white roses looked like they were stained with morning dew, so tender that they seemed to be dripping with water. They were delicate but not gorgeous, bright but not flashy.
"Shang Xuan," Fu Xiaonian leaned on Situ Shangxuan's shoulder and called the name of the man above him.
"Well," the sky is slightly cold, and the climate in Britain is no better than that in China. There is already a chill in my heart. The crowd in the square dispersed and gathered again, gathered and dispersed again, and there were lazy neon lights shining brightly on the roadbed.
It is like all the plots of love, beautiful but not true. Situ Shangxuan's voice is lazy and magnetic, like a bunch of small streams silently flowing through Fu Xiaonian's heart, love is sublimating.
"Do you know the flower language of white roses?" Fu Xiaonian looked at his delicate chin and asked in fascination.
"Huh?" Situ Shangxuan asked confused.
"I -" She came forward and put her head on his left chest, listening to the beating sound on it, which hit her heart, "I am good enough for you!"
Fu Xiaonian pulled away from his chest. Under Situ Shangxuan's puzzled eyes, he bowed to Situ Shangxuan elegantly. With the bowing movement, the eleven white flowers in Fu Xiaonian's hand
The rose had already appeared in her outstretched hand.
Fu Xiaonian raised his head, his delicate almond eyes as bright as the stars in the sky, "Situ Shangxuan, I, Fu Xiaonian, am enough to match you!"
The corners of her lips curved into a perfect smile, and she said again sonorously and forcefully: "For the rest of my life!"
The words of white roses are enough for me to match you.
The broken flower bone lay quietly on the ground behind Fu Xiaonian, and the severed limbs were still among the eleven flower branches.
There seemed to be ice cracking quietly in Situ Shangxuan's blue eyes. Looking at the eleven white roses and the woman who made the promise, he didn't know what to say for a moment. Is it happiness? Is this feeling happiness?
, he didn’t know, let alone didn’t want to know, he only knew that he was very satisfied at the moment.
After not seeing his answer for a long time, Fu Xiaonian was not discouraged. Instead, he said with confidence: "Shang Xuan, you don't have to feel embarrassed. I am confessing to you now. You have the right to refuse or accept, but I don't
I hope you refuse. You don’t have to accept me, but you can’t refuse me now. So——”
Fu Xiaonian domineeringly stuffed the eleven white roses into his big palm, then closed them, "I just want to tell you my decision, not to make things difficult for you. I said, I never force you.
I hope you really like me and accept me as a person."
Fu Xiaonian quickly took his hand and held his arm forcefully, "Hey, no, no, don't think too much, don't think too much, I think uncle and aunt have been waiting for us at home for a long time, look at the sky
It’s getting dark too, let’s go home quickly, ah——”
After Fu Xiaonian finished speaking, she quickly took his hand and walked forward, but she felt a little bit disappointed. Yes, at that moment, she saw Shang Xuan hesitated. What does hesitation mean? Fu Xiaonian
Nian didn't want to delve into it, nor did she want to go into it. She was just happy at this moment, and she didn't want to worry about anything.