Chapter 80 The Language of Bellflower Flowers

Maybe it was unintentional, maybe it was because he remembered that it was her birthday. She cried silently all the way, and he stared at her all the way, and when he was almost home, he asked her, "Do you know, what does bellflower mean?" ”

Joe is the only one who doesn't like flowers, so he doesn't know.

"It stands for uniqueness. Everyone is unique in this world, and so are you. Li Yeting said to her.

Since then, Joe has only firmly remembered this flower that inexplicably matches her name.

And every time she has a birthday in the future, someone will put a bunch of bellflowers in the room.

She doesn't like flowers, but she has a soft spot for bellflowers.

Until now, it has been the case.

......

"Did you go back and find the man?" Before going to bed, Ning Ning asked Qiao only coldly.

Qiao Weiwei, who was sitting at the desk, was stunned and looked at Ning Ning.

She immediately got up and walked to the side of the bed, stretched out her hand to hold Ning Ning into her arms, gently kissed Ning Ning Xiangxiang's soft hair, and replied softly: "Whether you find it or not, it's enough for you to have me, isn't it?" ”

"Hmm." After a while, Ning Ning whispered.

The only thing Qiao could hear was that Ning Ning was pretending not to care. But there is no way, they have been dependent on each other for so long, and it is okay without others.

Ning Ning's EQ and IQ are much higher than those of children of the same age, King once gave her a test, and Ning Ning's current mind can reach the level of a normal child of about ten years old.

Perfunctory words, Qiao was the only one who didn't want to say it, and she also knew that Ning Ning could distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Ning Ning curled up in her arms and asked in a low voice, "Will you miss it very much?" In the afternoon, I saw you crying. ”

Qiao was silent for a long time, and replied, "Naturally, I want to." ”

But it's not just because I miss him.

"It's okay, little only, I will always be with you." Ning Ning stretched out her hand and wrapped her arms around Qiao Weiwei, just like Qiao Weiwei usually comforted her, gently patted Qiao Weiwei's back, and said to her in an adult tone.

Qiao Weiwei couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and kissed her again, and replied softly: "Sleep, now I am very satisfied with you." ”

The only thing Qiao is most grateful for in this life is that God gave Ning Ning, an empathetic little angel, to her when her life was the darkest.

"I want to hear you sing, you haven't sung to me in a long time." Ning Ning nestled in Qiao Wei's arms, closed her eyes and said softly.

"Okay." Joe thought for a moment, and casually sang a song with a soft tune that has been popular recently:

"You said an empty bottle is suitable for making a wish,

In the place where the wind warms the moonlight,

In the thirteenth month you appeared as scheduled,

The Cape of the Sea is no longer far away......

You fly away proudly, I inhabit the summer,

Inaudible declarations, repeated for many years,

The thoughts of the northern latitudes are blown away by the monsoon,

Blowing the side face of the distant silent recitation,

The psalms that are sung in the distance,

You fly away proudly, the leaves I perch,

went to a different world, but never said goodbye,

Canghaiyue's miss feathered me yesterday......"

Halfway through the song, Ning Ning in her arms was already asleep, and Qiao Wei put her down lightly, turned around and returned to the computer.

When I pressed the password, the lyrics just now suddenly flashed in my mind.

She has liked this singer for several years, from her not being popular or even being nameless, until she became popular in the past two years, she habitually learned a song without delving into the lyrics.

But the lyrics of this new song have some meaning, twelve months a year, how can there be a thirteenth month? The ends of the earth do not exist in the first place.

True or false, this is a story that the hero doesn't care about but the heroine never forgets.

She looked at the two bellflower sticks in the vase at the corner of the table, and Li Yeting flashed in her mind.