The Black Hat Conference ended successfully, and then the Hacker Conference kicked off.
During this period, an episode occurred, that is, the hotel room where Yao Xiaojing stayed received a beautiful bouquet of lilies of the valley every day. The flowers were sent by a person signed by Indians, and Indians himself never revealed his identity.
After meeting, he just asked the waiter of the Hughes Hotel to deliver him to the suite on the 36th floor on time every day.
The bouquet was definitely not for Xu Enhua, because on the closing day of the Black Hat Conference, she and the Chinese delegation had left New York and returned to Beijing. Only Yao Xiaojing lived in the whole house now. She asked the waiter about the appearance of the person who gave the flowers, but the service
But the student said that the person did not show up at all, and that he commissioned flowers from a florist. As for the bouquets that symbolized love, Yao Xiaojing did not take them as the same thing, because her heart had long been filled with longing, and the date of return and reunion were what she wanted now
things of concern.
Due to the hacker conference, her scheduled one-week schedule was postponed for two days. She called Mu Feng to inform her. She found that her mobile phone, which had been able to communicate smoothly last night, prompted to shut down. After calling at three different times, the situation was the same.
, Yao Xiaojing knew that Mu Feng must have been on a mission.
His deep and sweet voice still echoed in her ears, and those sincere greetings and congratulations, across the vast Pacific Ocean, brought countless warmth to her who was alone in a foreign land.
"Xiaojing, I read your report and I am proud of you!" His tone could not hide the pride. He knew that his Xiaojing would not disappoint everyone who cared about her.
"But I miss home, husband. I still miss you." She murmured while holding her mobile phone and standing by the window on the 36th floor of the hotel overlooking the bright lights of New York City.
He chuckled there, sighed slightly and comforted her: "Be patient for two more days, and you will be able to go home soon."
"Will you wait for me at home?"
He pondered for a moment, "Yes, I will wait for you. Always waiting for you!"
She smiled innocently at the boundless night sky. Because of his promise, she had greater expectations for her return journey. She missed him so much that she thought of him to the bone, wanting to mix him in the blood and bone marrow of her body.
Let him beat with her pulse and breathe with her.
"Mu Feng, I want you to coax me to sleep..." She rolled up the quilt and lay lazily on the big bed, wanting to act coquettishly with people far away before going to bed.
He smiled softly there, which made her heart sway for a while.
"Well, then close your eyes and I'll coax you to sleep."
"Okay." She really closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth. "I want to hear you sing, Naxi folk songs."
He gasped softly, as if he was stumped by her request, unable to withstand her soft pleas, so he could only follow her wishes and sing Naxi folk songs.
Is it the person I love calling me from the front?
It turned out that the strong wind blew by my ears, and the mountains and forests made a whirring sound.
Is it the person I love who is waiting for me in front?
It turns out that in the quiet valley, there are clusters of stone forests.
Girl, why don't you answer me?
But I slept so sweetly last night that the little mouse bit my tongue
Brother, why can’t you listen?
Did you harvest honey at home yesterday and your ears were stuffed with inedible beeswax?
My ears are still as empty as snail shells
Girl, please speak louder. Your voice is too soft and will only be blown away by the wind.
.............
I didn't break it because I thought it was an earthen pot. After breaking it, I found out it was a gold pot.
Cherish the beautiful love, it is broken and mended again, after all, it is a pot with only cracks...
The originally melodious and sentimental Naxi love song was sung with his rich and deep voice, which gave it a bit of roughness, but the deep affection hidden in it made her feel itchy from the bottom of her heart to her toes.
Amused by the interesting lyrics, she asked softly: "What song is it? It's very interesting."
He was also laughing and replied softly: "The love song of the Naxi people."
She sighed softly: "Mu Feng, you sing so beautifully, what should I do if I can't sleep anymore?"
"Spank me if I can't sleep." His tone was deliberately harsh.
She smiled, feeling filled with joy. She rolled a few times on the bed, and her eyes inadvertently shifted, and she saw a bouquet of lilies of the valley abandoned in the corner of the room. A faint fragrance came from the room, which made her heartstrings feel inexplicably.
Fiddled with it lightly.
"Mufeng, I have a suitor here who sends me flowers every day." She confessed to Mu Feng with a smile.
As expected, he was aroused and nervous, "Who is it? Do you know her?" He knew that this girl would not make him worry even if she was there.
"I don't know, I just gave him a name, Indians." Indians are an elusive title, and they are a nation full of mystery.
"Indians?"
"Hmm. This man named Indians delivers lily of the valley bouquets on time every day but doesn't show up. It's a bit puzzling," she said.
Chen Mufeng didn't think deeply. He and Yao Xiaojing both thought that this might be an expression of love by an ordinary admirer. However, the caution and carefulness he had cultivated over the years still made him warn her on the phone: "Reject him from tomorrow on."
Bouquet, no matter what the purpose of his overtures is, you should learn to stay away from him."
She bit her lip and smiled softly: "Are you jealous?"
"Hmm..." He snorted from his nose and warned a woman who was about to stand on the wall waiting for the red apricots: "Throw away the flowers. I won't allow you to get close to them." Thinking that it was wrong, he emphasized: "
Now, throw it away immediately."
"How did you know the flowers were in my bedroom?" She really admired his clairvoyance.
"I am the only person in the world who knows your habits best." Yao Xiaojing likes to put fresh lily of the valley in the bedroom. It is called purifying the air, but in fact it satisfies her special hobby.
Yao Xiaojing really regretted her talkativeness, "But flowers are innocent, right?" She liked the fragrance of the flowers and planned to let them stay until tomorrow morning and then let the cleaning staff take them away.
"Go and throw it away, I don't want them to watch you sleep." Chen Mufeng felt uncomfortable and felt a palpitation for no reason.