At the end of April, the smell of summer is already faintly heard in Barcelona, the rainy winter is about to pass, the new shoots of the plane trees are gradually extracting, and after a while, the flying flotsam will cover the road with a soft blanket.

The floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony was not closed, Su Qingjia flicked, and heard a "pop" again.

She stopped her music and ran to the balcony.

There is a flower ball lying on the white tiles, the green stalks form the frame of the ball, the roses that bloom just right are fragrant and entwined with each other, and the green leaves that occasionally emerge sway carefully with the rolling of the flower balls, the flower balls are smaller than the footballs, which are very suitable for playing.

Su Qingjia picked up the flower bulb and played with it carefully, the thin thorns on it were removed, and they didn't prick their hands at all, the fresh roses were not damaged in the process of making zuò, and the petals were quite tight and full.

After sniffing twice, the smell of honey spread out in Su Qingjia's heart, her long hair poured down her back, and the pears swirled and swayed were even more delicate than the brocade roses.

Picking up the flowers, she leaned on the balcony and leaned down to lean out.

Under the street lamp in front of him, the little golden retriever looked up and tried to look this way, and when he saw the black-haired girl probe, her soft long hair pouring down like silk, Carlos raised the corners of his mouth again, showing a big smile.

He waved his hand vigorously, for fear that Su Qingjia would not be able to see him.

Su Qingjia shook him with a flower ball, and her smile was sweet and lovely.

The two of them didn't dare to shout loudly, for fear that Su Jingkang would have to keep Su Qingjia from going out if he heard it, so they laughed at each other stupidly and didn't say anything, but the pink bubbles in the air rose one after another.

Far away, Su Qingjia couldn't see Carlos's expression, he could only see the brilliant blonde hair on his head going up and down for a while, and he was scratching it with his hands, and he couldn't stop silly.

"What a stupid big guy." Su Qingjia chuckled, bit her lower lip, and found a good position for the flower ball, holding it carefully.

She suddenly thought of a fairy tale about Rapunzel being imprisoned in a tower by a witch, and then the princess had long hair for the warrior to climb up with her long hair and meet her.

Su Qingjia smoothed out the hair he had repaired before, just to his waist, soft and black, but it was not long enough, it seemed that he couldn't help this warrior who came to the appointment.

Carlos saw her bow her head and fiddle with the flower ball, and thought of something again, stopped scratching her hair, and took out another flower ball from behind her.

He put the flower ball on the ground, and acted cautiously, for fear of damaging the petals on it, and posed several angles before and after, and finally got it right, and then he looked up at Su Qingjia's balcony, took a few steps back, and opened his legs-

He's running!

Before Su Qingjia could react, Carlos had already completed the final move-

Shot!

The flower ball drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and stopped on the balcony steadily, seeing that Su Qingjia was dumbfounded, and her small mouth was slightly open.

That's how he gave her the roses, and in such a way, a footballer like him can really think of it.

It was a surprise to make roses into balls and use her balcony as a goal, and thanks to his skillful strength, the flower balls didn't kick him apart.

Su Qingjia picked up another flower ball, one in each hand, and waved at Carlos, smiling like a little fox.

Carlos scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and then gestured to the new flower ball.

Seeing his movements, Su Qingjia carefully looked at the new flower ball, the flower ball was about the same size and was also very exquisite, but there was a card wrapped in this ball.

After finding a suitable position, Su Qingjia took the card out of the branch.

She looked down at Carlos, and when she saw that the little golden retriever was looking at her eagerly, she lowered her head and looked closely.

This is a pink card, and Su Qingjia wonders if the little golden retriever has wholesaled a large stack of pink cards.

complained about the style of her new boyfriend, and she opened it to look at it intently.

The words written on the black signature pen used a lot of force, it was a string of words written in Chinese, and Su Qingjia was a little surprised.

She looked at it carefully.

"From now on, I only love you, spoil you, and I won't lie to you; I will do everything I promise you; Every word that is spoken to you is true; Don't bully you, don't scold you, believe in you; Someone bullies you, I will try to help you at the first time; When you are happy, I will be happy with you; If you are not happy, I will coax you to be happy; I always think you are the most beautiful, and I will dream of you in my dreams; In my heart, there is only you!

To Su Qingjia"

To be honest, except for her name, which is written smoothly and elegantly, all the other fonts are like dogs, messy, if Su Qingjia hadn't looked at it word by word, it is estimated that he would not have understood what he wrote at all.

Those Chinese characters are under Carlos, the ones that should come out are not out, the ones that want to be sealed are discounted, and the left and right structures are split into two characters by him, but after reading the whole text, although the words are not good-looking, each one is correct.

The young man put all the love in his eyes into these characters that he was unfamiliar with, and Su Qingjia rubbed them word by word along the trend of the strokes, and these powerful and profound imprints seemed to be able to penetrate her skin, pass through the barriers of blood and texture, and carve into her heart little by little.

She didn't know how Carlos knew the Chinese answer she had said that night about "what a boyfriend wants to do for his girlfriend," but she could imagine how this sincere teenager managed to squeeze out time between intense competitions and practice over and over again in the silence of his dorm room.

He has been doing his best to get her little recognition.

She suddenly felt that this pink card was so beautiful, like the petals of a pink rose with lingering love.

How much fate favors her, send a teenager to her, and in the time of the re-emergence, she can also make love sprout a little bit.

The sweetness in her heart was almost about to swell out, and she suddenly imagined to be like the Rapunzel in the story, undo her long braids, and let the warrior come to her flower room.

Su Qingjia put the card under her nose and sniffed it carefully, as well as the fragrance of roses.

She held the two flower balls in her arms, and with one free hand, she made a bold kissing motion in the direction of Carlos, her long hair blown by the wind like the wings of a black butterfly.

Carloston, who had been fixing his eyes on this side, couldn't hold it anymore, and he didn't care that this was still downstairs from Su Qingjia, and shouted excitedly: "Bella, I like you, Happy Valentine's Day!" ”

The villa area is very quiet, the power of the little golden retriever's subwoofer is huge, making Su Qingjia smile as bright as a flower, he can't think of any adjectives, but he thinks it should be more delicate and moving than the roses he has carefully selected throughout the flower market.

Just looking at it from afar, as if something was about to overflow in his heart, Carlos couldn't stop shouting: "Bella, I like you, I will always be with you now and in the future." ”

"Okay, I'm with you." Su Qingjia stood on the balcony, responding to his words, the sea breeze blowing her hair out of a charming arc.

Carlos, who got a reply from his sweetheart, couldn't suppress the surging tide of heart, the tattoo on his chest was hot, and the cool breeze at the end of April could not stop his enthusiasm, he put his hand to his mouth to make a trumpet shape, and changed the Chinese: "Bella, from now on, I only love you one, spoil you, and will not lie to you; I will do everything I promise you; Every word that is spoken to you is true; Don't bully you, don't scold you, believe in you; Someone bullies you, I will try to help you at the first time; When you are happy, I will be happy with you; If you are not happy, I will coax you to be happy; I always think you are the most beautiful, and I will dream of you in my dreams; In my heart, there is only you! ”

He already spoke Chinese well, his loud declarations were resolute with courage, his blonde hair dancing with diamonds in the sun, and the teenager was making an eternal vow to his beloved girl.

The air seemed to be sweet, and the sycamore leaves on the side of the road rustled, as if applauding for his confession.

He said every word sonorously and forcefully, and Su Qingjia held his cheeks and turned red from head to toe.

There was mist condensing on her amber eyes, Carlos's jumping blonde hair blurred in front of her eyes, day and night alternated, as if returning to the night of two years ago, the young man slowly unzipped under the bright street lamp, and the black tattoo beat with his heart on his porcelain white texture.

Across the distance of time and the boundaries of space, the world has been changing, but his heart has never changed.

She stood on the balcony tiptoeing at the little golden retriever who kept scratching her head, the space seemed to be folded, and he appeared so clearly in front of her eyes.

When they first met six years ago, the boy told her that he loved football the most;

Acquainted five years ago, the boy told her that he had received the best gift;

Frustrated four years ago, the boy told her that he could work hard for her;

When I grew up three years ago, the boy said to her, Su Qingjia, I miss you;

Two years ago, the boy said to her, I love you and don't want you to cry.

The flower bulb in her hand seemed to be very heavy, with a scorching temperature, she was burned like this, and the barrier between her heart was burned by this fire, and then the caress of the spring breeze made the lingering roses begin to grow, and in a flash, the layers of flowers were opened.

Su Qingjia stood on tiptoe again, stretched his neck and shouted, "Carlos, I like you too, I believe in you." ”

She is brave because of this teenager, and she is willing to be brave for this teenager.

She wants him to no longer live hundreds of millions of light years away, in the chaotic world, she wants to walk with him, see the clouds in many places together, walk across the bridges in many places, and then connect her heart to heart.

Even if she is old, even if the years do not look back, please allow her to stay again and again.