"Rui, look."
Ouyang Fuqian stopped in front of the shelves full of roses.
"Yeah," Liu Ruixuan nodded, looking at Ouyang Fu who was more beautiful than the other, he couldn't help but feel happy, and forgot to look away for a moment, "What a beautiful flower."
On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
I suddenly felt that this poem was extremely, extremely wonderful!
Why hadn't he discovered it before?
In the past, I only felt that the moon was cold and the stars were sparse, and the water was still on a cool night!
Ahem, still water?
Liu Ruixuan suddenly remembered that half an hour ago, he and he were sitting by the Jingpo Lake, looking at the stars and the moon, talking about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs, and from the philosophy of life to romance, and from romance to career planning and Personal brand value is built, and the second brother who is knowledgeable and loves to show off is here.
The second brother won't still be waiting for him by Jingbo Lake, staring at the moon and stars, right?
"Yes," Ouyang Fuqian suddenly turned her head, met Liu Ruixuan's gaze, and was slightly startled, "What are you looking at?"
"Look, look, look at the flowers!" Liu Ruixuan paused, forced a smile on his face, tilted his head slightly to the left, "Look at the flowers."
"Nymphomaniac." Ouyang Fu chuckled lightly, suddenly raised his right hand, flicked Liu Ruixuan's forehead, then smiled again and turned away.
"Ah? Flower..." Liu Ruixuan swallowed back the last word, crazy!
Cousin, oh no, Qianqian, hey, is he a nymphomaniac?
How could he be a nymphomaniac?
He is obviously - a lunatic!
He doesn't like roses. What he likes is the person in front of the rose flowers - his cousin Qianqian.
rose?
Liu Ruixuan glanced at the roses in his eyes, and then looked at Ouyang Fuqian nearby from the corner of his eye.
Suddenly I remembered that something big was coming.
Qianqian is the director of tonight's drama!
So, at this moment, they stopped here because of love.
Ahem, Liu Ruixuan blinked sheepishly, his cousin came to him because of love.
Stopping in front of the roses in full bloom, is it because of love? Or are you just looking at flowers and being a nympho?
Cousin, oh, no, Qianqian, does she know the flower language of roses?
Liu Ruixuan's heart moved, what happened to his second brother?
The central effect of love is that instead of caring about those warbling birds, it is better to only care about the central focus.
His current focus is that he wants to ask his cousin Qianqian if she knows the flower language of roses, and also, Ming, where can I meet Ming?
How does cousin Qian Qianming arrange her schedule?
It's really terrible. Suddenly, I realized that my life seemed to have been handed over to Xia Yang a moment ago.
A gust of warm wind blew by, and the fragrance of the flowers on the shelves was astonishing. In the fragrance of flowers, Liu Ruixuan quietly looked at Ouyang Fu's peaceful face with a slight smile.
Problems must be solved one by one.
Instead of making random guesses, just ask.
Just pretend that he knew it! Let me ask the first question first, is it because of love? Oh, what is the flower language of roses?
"Cousin." Liu Ruixuan raised his eyebrows, smiled, and asked for advice seriously. He met Ouyang Fuqian's gaze, and in an instant, he changed his words and called out very gently, "Qianqian."
After finishing those two words, Liu Ruixuan suddenly felt a little dizzy.
When he used to watch idol dramas, he would change the TV channel every time he saw scenes like this. He felt that the male protagonist in it was too girly and artificial!
I didn't expect that many years later, at a height of 1.0 meters, he could still be so gentle and soft-spoken!
Um? Ouyang Fu blinked lightly, raised his hand to smooth the hair on his forehead, and instantly laughed: "Ghost."
ah? Liu Ruixuan was startled. His cousin called him a ghost? He is obviously Rui!
Ahem, he hasn't been a ghost for many years!
Looking at Ouyang Fuqian's delicate hand slightly raised to cover her face with a low smile, she suddenly thought of the silk handkerchief with its sharp corners exposed.
He pulled back slightly and looked at Ouyang Fu up and down: long hair blowing in the wind, familiar face, pear dimples, and a white skirt that reached her knees.
When I got closer, I discovered that the neckline and cuffs of the skirt had a circle of light blue lines, with a thin layer of lotus leaf-shaped gauze on them. The fabric of the skirt was not like ordinary solid white cloth, but light, delicate and delicate. The embroidery has two light blue silk-colored dragonflies embroidered just right on the skirt and skirt. You won't notice it unless you get close.
Dragonfly?
How long ago is that a memory?
Liu Ruixuan looked at Ouyang Fuqian up and down, and felt that something was missing.
After thinking and thinking, and thinking again, I suddenly remembered the cross-body bag and the handkerchief that my cousin never left her hand.
Liu Ruixuan blinked slightly, "Cousin, you are wrong. I am not a ghost, I am Rui."
"You can also call me Liu Ruixuan." Ouyang Fu took over with a smile.
"Yes." Liu Ruixuan also laughed, and smiled and shook Ouyang Fuqian's hand, "In a flash, we have all grown up."
"Yes," Ouyang Fuqian raised her hand gently and gestured up and down, "My Rui is much taller than me."
My Rui?
Liu Ruixuan repeated it silently in his heart, this is the second time for his cousin.
He is my cousin's Rui!
Yes, he always has been!
Twelve years, oh, what he thought was twelve, what his cousin saw as ten years, just like that, passed by in a blink of an eye.
Twelve years of longing for each other, spread out, are more colorful and more beautiful than the flowers in front of you!
"Biao," Liu Ruixuan paused and changed his words, "Qianqian, what kind of flower is this? It's so beautiful."
From now on, Ouyang Fuqian was not only his cousin in his heart, but also his girlfriend, a real girlfriend!
Ouyang Fuqian is his Liu Ruixuan's Qianqian!
"Don't you know?"
Ouyang Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Liu Ruixuan, and then looked at the shelf full of roses.
Haha, was discovered? No no no.
Liu Ruixuan immediately rejected the idea, and he wanted to carry out the study to the end.
"Back then you only told me to read Tang poetry, study hard, and learn to fight," Liu Ruixuan said without blushing, pretending to be serious about asking for advice, "but you didn't tell me that I should learn to know the roadside. of flowers.”
"Really?"
Ouyang Fuqian turned his head slightly, glanced at the crescent moon on his right, and then looked at the roses in his eyes.
"Yes!" Liu Ruixuan responded and gently shook the holding hand.
Qianqian calls him a nymphomaniac.
Obviously, she is the nymphomaniac herself. She is so busy with this, she only cares about looking at the show, and doesn't even give him a serious look!
In addition to being a nymphomaniac, she is also a moon-crazy person.
In addition to looking at the moon, it is also looking at flowers. When will I see them in my eyes?
Liu Ruixuan's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes at the crescent moon that he once liked so much. It was just a moon with missing corners. Fortunately, it was not a full moon, but it was still so cool! Pooh!
Then he glanced at the roses that were beautiful before but now pale in color. They were blooming so beautifully, how ugly they were!
"This is..." Ouyang Fuqian's voice suddenly stopped, and a silvery laughter came over.
Um? Liu Ruixuan looked at Ouyang Fuqian who was laughing loudly without knowing why, and opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, he saw Ouyang Fuqian's right hand waving towards him again.
Instinctively want to hide.
After thinking about it, he just stood still and let Ouyang Fuqian's weak, boneless hands gently hit his shoulder, feeling a sweet and sour feeling well up in his heart.
"What's your expression? How old are you, and you're still so naughty!" Ouyang Fu smiled lightly and patted her twice more.
hehe! Qian Qian is actually laughing at him?
All right! Ridicule is also laughter, just be slightly happy.
Liu Ruixuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at the crescent moon in the distance again, Brother Yue, no matter how beautiful you are, you can only hang it high up for Qianqian to see!
Liu Ruixuan snorted with joy in his heart, looked away, and found, to his surprise, that Qian Qian had laid her head on his shoulder.
"Let me lean on you, I'm a little tired."
Um? Cousin, oh, no, Qianqian, are you a little tired again?
Liu Ruixuan suddenly felt that he couldn't place his sight. He looked around and saw that there was no bench within three meters, nor within five meters. Ten meters away, ahem, it seemed that someone was walking over.
"Rose, spread its fragrance, bloom your thoughts, and leave your love in the world."
Um? Liu Ruixuan was startled for a moment, Qianqian was talking to him, her soft tone seemed to be talking to herself, but also like she was confiding to him.
His heart tightened, and Liu Ruixuan couldn't help but reach out and wrap his arms around Ouyang Fuqian.
Yingying holds it!
Qianqian is thinner than he thought!
"The flower language of roses is beautiful love and longing for love." Qian Qian's voice came over again softly.
Cousin, cousin, it turns out, it was on purpose!
Liu Ruixuan lowered his head and looked at Ouyang Fuqian, but heard her almost whispering voice.
"I have a dream of green roses for many years. What about you?"
And you? Cousin is asking him?
What about him?
Those years that have passed by, countless nights accompanied by words, and those words that are either deep or shallow, there are actually only four words in them: Ouyang Fuqian!
Liu Ruixuan felt his nose suddenly sore, and tears fell from his eyes: "I'm the same as you."
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