"Why are you like this, I finally managed to get it right!" Ye Lingchuan exclaimed in surprise and aggrieved.

"Well, I know," Xiao Yuchen looked at him very seriously, "but this is a very important gift, so I still want to try to do it myself, you just taught it well, I have learned it all, thank you." ”

But Ye Lingchuan couldn't feel a trace of joy at all because of her gratitude, he stood up silently and walked to the window, not knowing what he was angry about.

*

Although he didn't understand his thoughts, Xiao Yuchen still felt his dissatisfaction, thinking that he was still angry at his inexplicable punch before, so he took him to the cake shop he promised last time after school, and thanked him for the wool by the way.

Sure enough, Ye Lingchuan was in a much better mood after eating sweets, and packed two chocolate cakes home before leaving. However, when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered an important thing: "Xiao Yuchen, can you help me go to the balcony to see if it is blooming, or is it ...... He's dead. ”

Xiao Yuchen didn't take this trouble, she lazily threw her schoolbag aside: "Why don't you go and see it yourself." ”

"Please," Ye Lingchuan pleaded, "I don't dare to go, I'll be very sad if it dies." ”

"What if it blooms," Xiao Yuchen said speechlessly, "Haven't you always been looking forward to seeing it bloom first?" ”

"It's okay," Ye Lingchuan spread his hands generously, "I'm willing to give you this opportunity." ”

Unable to stand his soft grinding and hard bubbles, Xiao Yuchen walked to the balcony helplessly, but when she saw the bottle by the window, her body froze.

"How is it," Ye Lingchuan's anxious voice came from the living room, "Can I go over?" ”

"Don't come here!" Xiao Xuanchen's slightly panicked voice stopped him, and after a while, she walked out of the balcony and announced to him regretfully: "You mourn Ye Lingchuan, it's dead." I'm afraid you'll be sad and have thrown it away. ”

"Yes." Ye Lingchuan fell to the sofa in frustration, he regretted forgetting to take care of it, and even more regretted that he was so cowardly that he didn't even have the courage to take one last look at it. In the past month, he has really put all his heart and soul into taking care of it, and as he said, he has regarded it as an important part of the family.

He thought that Xiao Yuchen would comfort him a few words, but she went straight back to her room without even looking at him. Looking at the door that closed heavily, Ye Lingchuan's mood fell to the bottom.

She probably went back to continue knitting that scarf, and he was in her heart, how could it be compared with Zhou Zimeng's gift.

Now he didn't know which thing made him sad more, so he just buried his head under the pillow and choked quietly, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.