Song Yishan took it with a smile. The little flower was not delicate. If you look closely, there were some rough stitches. The pieces of cloth could only be reluctantly called "petals" and were gathered into a ball.
"Don't laugh. Do you think I'm not doing a good job? I've been working very hard for a long time."
When Qiao Jinling saw the smile on Song Yishan's face, he felt guilty. Would he feel that he had sent him garbage?
"So this is what Xiaoxue was talking about. Was your hand pricked? Let me see if it still hurts?"
Song Yishan did not answer Qiao Jinling's question. Instead, he grabbed her little hand and looked at it carefully. The dim light made everything dim and difficult to see clearly. Song Yishan held it and looked at it carefully.
"The pain has stopped a long time ago, and I haven't pricked my hand so many times. Xiaoxue is exaggerating. She just likes to laugh at me. Do you like this flower?"
Qiao Jinling's heart felt like it was soaked in a pool of warm water, warm and relaxing.
"like."
Song Yishan did not look at the flowers, but instead stared at Qiao Jinling's face, his eyes blazing, as if the little flower was growing in Qiao Jinling's eyes.
"Actually, I made it with the gift you gave me."
Qiao Jinling took out the pendant from her neck and opened the small box. Inside was a photo of the two of them when they were children. She always carried it with her, and the copper box glowed with yellow luster.
Of the two little people in the photo, one has a smile as bright as a flower, and the other has delicate features.
Song Yishan felt that there was a vague memory, but he could not remember it clearly. Only two bright yellow butterflies were beating, flapping their wings, and flashing in his heart.
"Don't you remember? You gave it to me when I was a kid. The hairband I wear on my head was your gift. Now I'll make it into flowers and give it to you."
The fluttering butterfly turned into two flowers, still in pairs.
"Sometimes, I feel like I can't remember what happened to you. It's a pity, why can't I remember it? You are obviously in my heart, but I can't remember it."
Song Yishan frowned. The things Qiao Jinling said always made him feel something in his heart, but he couldn't see the specific picture clearly. It was like there was a piece of frosted glass in front of him, and there were shadows. He wanted to touch it, but it was cold.
"Don't think about it, just let me remember this matter. I don't care about the past, I just want to see the future."
Qiao Jinling held Song Yishan's face to prevent her from thinking about the past. If she fell into coma again just to recall the past, she would be even more unbearable.
"Are you talking to me later?"
Song Yishan's eyes sparkled with stars and sea, filled with infinite tenderness.
"Whether or not it happens in the future depends on your performance."
Qiao Jinling shaved Song Yishan's tall nose. The superior nose bones make people want to slide on them.
"Then I will pin this yellow rose on my bag now."
Song Yishan took off his backpack, and Qiao Jinling reached out to stop her, saying anxiously: "What roses? That's not right!"
"Don't they always give roses? Although it's not quite the same, it should be the same."
Song Yishan shook the small yellow flower in his hand.
"How could it be a rose? Take a closer look."
Qiao Jinling asked, looking forward to it, and couldn't help but make a gesture of drinking soup with a spoon.
"Spoonflower?"
Song Yishan put his chin on his hand, frowned slightly, and carefully guessed the answer.
"What's the spoon flower? I'm giving back the chopstick flower?! Forget it, if you can't guess it, forget it. I didn't do it well anyway, so you don't care about it. Give me back the flower."
Qiao Jinling stretched out her hand and wanted to take the flower back. Song Yishan refused to give it to her: "How can there be any reason to give it back to someone else?"
"I'm coming back soon, Spoon Flower. If you don't care about it, I'll give it to someone else."
If Qiao Jinling didn't come back, she turned around to leave in anger. The moment she turned around, her back felt hot and Song Yishan hugged her from behind.
"Try to recommend the cherries to a glass of wine. To whom do you want to give the peonies?"
Song Yishan's deep and magnetic voice sounded in his ears, like a magnet, mixed with all kinds of tenderness. Qiao Jinling was shocked at first, and then burst into boundless surprise.
It turns out he knows everything!
"Every family has peonies, so you might as well be gentle. Gentleness and daughter-in-law make Hong smile endlessly. What you gave me were peonies, right?"
Song Yishan's hot breath lingered, so soft that it turned into water, and Qiao Jinling almost couldn't stand still.
This is "Looking at Flowers" by Meng Jiao.
Peony is like that kind of woman who is gentle, graceful, elegant, beautiful but not arrogant, and wise and intelligent. Song Yishan responds to her love with this poem.
"So you were teasing me just now. You know everything. You knew it was a peony flower, but why did you say it was a rose?"
Qiao Jinling curled her lips and her heart melted into a puddle of honey. Falling in love is really sweet.
Song Yishan buried his head in the crook of Qiao Jinling's neck and said affectionately: "The warrior and the girl were chatting with each other and gave each other peony. In ancient times, when men and women interacted, peony was given to each other to express their love, but they had to separate.
Therefore, the flower language of yellow peony is to say goodbye, to be separated, and to be in love."
He buried his head deeper, sniffed Qiao Jinling's breath deeply, and murmured: "I understand your love for me."
Qiao Jinling was surrounded by great happiness and tenderness. It turned out that it felt so good to be connected.
"Then you have to wear it every day and don't take it off, do you hear me?"
Qiao Jinling touched Song Yishan's cheek with her backhand, feeling cool to the touch and as warm as jade.
"As commanded."
The two of them chatted in the alley for a long time, and then they separated after repeated warnings. School was about to start, and there were many things that needed to be prepared.
"What will happen if Liang Hanyue comes to see you again?"
Qiao Jinling lowered her head, clasping Song Yishan's clothes buttons with her fingers, twisting them here and there, as if she wanted them to be unscrewed before she would give in.
"Haha, aren't you quite domineering today? She must be very angry with you."
Song Yishan rubbed Qiao Jinling's head, and there was a soft halo under the light and shadow. The breeze blew by, and the hair was gentle and intoxicating.
"So you heard it all. Am I too cruel?"
Qiao Jinling raised her head with a pitiful expression. Every time she lost her image, Song Yishan would always see her.
"It's very ferocious, as ferocious as kittens fighting for territory."
Song Yishan smiled lovingly.
"whispering sound!"
Qiao Jinling doesn't like this metaphor.
"But I like it."
Song Yishan whispered in his ear.
A full moon is as big as a rolling disk, bright and white, with a thick and light ink shadow in the middle of the moon, like an ink painting in front of a lamp. Occasionally, a layer of floating clouds floats over, very white and very wide, as thin as if it were pulled apart.
A veil flutters in the wind.
The best age is to meet the most suitable person. The most beautiful encounter in the world is to meet another better version of yourself.
Qiao Jinling felt that between herself and Song Yishan, there was no bloody and bizarre plot, no vigorous and life-or-death love, only days that were as light as water day by day, contented, firm, gentle and progressive.
Two people give each other a little bit of warmth, stay with the pure and kind, feel the mundane world of fireworks, and a good life is now.