(Cat flutter Chinese) Wen Liang looked at the man carefully, and finally his eyes fell on his arm and asked, "Why do you put your hands in your pockets?"

"Think about it, did Mo Wei'an do something similar?" Qi Ye reminded Wen Liang.

Wen Liang began to recall the incident of meeting Mo Wei'an just now, and finally remembered that when Mo Wei'an stood up, there was indeed a habitual action, that is, he put his hand in his pocket.

At that time, this simple and common action did not attract Wen Liang's attention, so he didn't pay attention to it, and Qi Ye now raised this issue alone, which proved to be useful. So she looked at the man expectantly and asked, "At that time, Mo Wei'an also put his hand in his pocket when he stood up, so what can it prove?"

Qi Ye suddenly took out his wallet and handed it to Wen Liang: "Help me get it." ”

Wen Liang didn't know what Qi Ye was going to do, but he took the things he handed over.

"Don't move!" Qi Ye looked at Wen Liang.

Wen Liang froze in fright and didn't dare to react.

Then I heard the man speak, "Look at the purse you are holding in your hand now." ”

Wen Liangyi lowered her head and saw that her right hand was dragging his wallet, but she didn't understand the intention of his action, so she asked, "And then?"

"When a person has both hands free, and another person hands him something on the opposite side, for a person who habitually uses his right hand, when he has both hands empty, he will reflexively reach out his right hand to take it without any hesitation, and for a left-handed person, he will habitually use his left hand. ”

Wen Liang listened carefully.

Qi Ye said: "Qi Ming is a left-hander. The last time I played golf, he used his right hand skillfully, so I didn't see a flaw, and it was perfectly hidden, not like a left-handed person at all. And this time, when Grandma Mo sat opposite him and stretched out her hand to him to help, as a left-hander, he should not hesitate to stretch out her right hand to help, but the left-hander habitually stretched out his left hand. His action at that time was to pull his left hand out of his trouser pocket, then put his left hand back, and then stretched out his right hand to pretend that nothing had happened to hold Mo ***'s arm. What does this prove?"

"Mo Wei'an wants to hide that he is actually a left-hander?" There was an excited expression on Wen Liang's little face, as if he had solved an Olympiad problem when he was a child, and even felt a sense of accomplishment.

Qi Ye nodded: "I don't know if he is left-handed, but I can see that he wants to hide his left hand, or hide the fact that he is left-handed, or both." Remember which hand he was going to get the nail clippers?"

Of course, Wen Liang remembered this, and she remembered it very clearly, because she was standing in front of the coffee table at that time, and when Mo Wei'an was cutting her nails, she happened to watch him perform a series of actions.

And Mo Wei'an is the one who holds the nail clippers, it is the right hand. The nail that was cut out was the nail of the thumb of the left hand. So......

"Since we came in, the reason why he has stuck his hand in his trouser pocket is to hide his left hand?" Wen Liang immediately took out the nail wrapped in a tissue, put it in front of Qi Ye, and asked him, "So...... You mean, this nail is fake?"

"Hmm. Is it fake, don't you know if you go back and let Mu Si test the appraisal?" He took her hand, in fact, it didn't matter if this appraisal was done or not, anyway, he had already determined the appraisal results.

But Wen Liang still decided to send his nails to Mu Si for an appraisal.

She followed, walking side by side with Qi Ye.

In front, a large field of flowers came into view, and the warm and cool eyes were focused.

Running towards the front, I looked at the beautiful wooden sign with the words 'Primrose Field' written on it.

She immediately squatted down, looked at the beautiful little plants, looked back and asked Qi Ye, "Is this the primrose?"

The clusters are elegant, and the flowers are colorful, in clusters, white, blue, pink, yellow, orange, and beautiful purple. The entire field of flowers is lined up like a delicate and beautiful rainbow.

Qi Ye also squatted down with Wen Liang and responded to her: "Well, Primrose." It is also called cherry blossom grass, or primrose flower, and it is also called primrose, evening flower. The flowering period is very long. ”

This flower, one by one, is naturally not as conspicuous as the rose, but when arranged into a field of flowers, it is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it, and the vigorous vitality also makes people feel shocked. It grows quietly like that, not arrogant or impatient.

Wen Liang wrapped himself in a beige cotton jacket and walked along the road in the flower field with a smile on his face. Qi Ye, who was wearing a white down jacket, followed her quietly.

"Then it's the seaside. He said.

The woman paused, and Qi Ye looked in her direction, only to see two bees hovering over the flowers. This flower has no fragrance, quiet beauty, but I didn't expect there to be bees circling.

"Do you want to know the flower language of this flower?" Qi Ye suddenly leaned close to Wen Liang's ear and asked her softly.

She looked back, "Is there one? What is its flower language?"

"Kiss me and I'll tell you. He put his arms around her waist, and from the eyes of others, it was also extremely sweet.

Knowing that he was teasing himself, Wen Liang pushed his hand away, and did not take this question to heart, but ran into the depths of the flower field.

A little woman in a beige cotton jacket is in a field of purple and red flowers, with a bright warm sun behind her. She took out her phone and was intently patting the beautiful flowers. Qi Ye in the distance, his hand was in the pocket of his down jacket, and he just touched his mobile phone.

The ghost took out his phone and pressed the shutter several times.

Looking at the woman in the photo, the curvature of Qi Ye's lips rose more and more, and she seemed to be very satisfied with the photo in her hand. He put his phone in his pocket, looked at the vendor not far away, and was distracted......

In the cool shot, there are other fluttering butterflies, with colorful blue wings, dancing and chasing on the white cherry blossom grass, forming a beautiful picture. Qi Ye didn't know when he walked behind her, so he quietly looked at the picture on her mobile phone.

She looked back, smiled at him, pointed to the butterfly on the phone screen, and asked him, "Is it beautiful?"

His eyes fell on her delicate and small face, and he nodded, "Pretty." ”

"I'm talking about butterflies!"

"Not as good as you. ”

"......" Wen Liang smiled, picked up the mobile phone and pointed it at the man's face, and quickly pressed the shutter, but pretended to take pictures of the scenery, which was very distracted.

The man on the screen of the mobile phone can be used as a poster in minutes. She was watching intently, when suddenly a man's nice and deep voice came from the other side, he looked into her eyes and said to her, "There is no other love but you." ”

The waves of the sea crashed against the reef, and the warmth and coolness were not really heard.

She held her phone and turned her head to look at him in astonishment: "What?"

"There is no love but you. ”

A heart fluttered, the corners of Wen Liang's mouth raised a light smile, gently pursed his lips, and asked, "Confession?"

"Flower language. The flower language and symbolism of the primrose flower. ”

"......" Wen Liang gave the man a roll of his eyes: "At this time, you have to tell me how good it is to confess to me." Xiao Qizi, you are really not interesting. ”

"Give it to me. He reached out to her.

Although he didn't know what the man was going to do, Wen Liang stretched out his hand, and then looked at him with a blank expression. I saw him take out a silver bracelet from his pocket, and while heading for her wrist, he said, "The flower language and symbolism of the primrose flower is that there is no other love but you." The white primrose flowers represent youth and first love. The red primrose flower represents unrepentant, unrepentant love. The town of Flowerless is rich in silverware, as well as snowflake silver of the purest purity. ”

He put the bracelet on for her.

Wen Liang looked down at the thin chain on his wrist, the shape of the bracelet is surrounded by countless primrose petals, which is a unique beauty.

"Legend has it that in Greek mythology there was a young man named Balalisus, who had a beautiful fiancée, Melishelta, and they were looking forward to the wedding day every day, but then the girl died of illness, and the young man was so sad that he was martyred, and the gods took pity on him, and turned him into a flower, and bloomed next to the girl's grave, and this flower was the American primrose flower. He said to her affectionately.

Wen Liang moved his gaze from the bracelet back to Qi Ye's face: "How did I hear that the version is not like this?"

"And what version did you hear?" he asked, putting his arm around her shoulders as he walked out of the flower field.

"I once read a legend about cherry blossoms in a book," she says. The book says that the cherry blossom grass is the embodiment of the sad love of the Greek goddess Mizusawa. There is an unspeakable goddess Mizusawa who falls in love with a handsome young man, but the young man is surrounded by a group of admirers. The goddess Mizusawa who could not speak could not express her love, and could only watch him leave from a distance sadly. Day after day, the life of the goddess Mizusawa faded away, and although she lost her life, her love continued to watch over the young man affectionately. So, in the place where she died, cute little flowers grew...... That little flower is the cherry blossom grass. ”

Is there anything wrong with "......"? It's all a sad story, and the final ending is all bloodstained.

Wen Liang suddenly turned his head, grabbed the man's arm, and asked him, "Today is the winter solstice, right?"

Qi Ye nodded: "Didn't you call your grandmother when you got up early in the morning?"

Wen Liang's eyes seemed to be full of stars, and he looked up at him and said, "Because I told two sad stories separated by yin and yang, I thought of this festival with a long history, shouldn't I spend it with my living family?"

Reaching out and poking the woman's forehead, the man looked at her doting eyes and asked, "What are you thinking in your head?"

She pushed him excitedly: "Let's go, pick up Zhifei to Mo's house for dinner!"

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