"Those are purple jasmine, I'll give you two when you leave." The woman's voice sounded from behind Nannan, accompanied by the sound of high heels hitting the ground, some brisk and some hurried.

Nan Nan turned around and saw a woman walking with yellow roses in her hands, cutting paper and some green leaves. There were many things in her arms, and some of the leaves that rose up with one or two yellow roses blocked half of the woman's face, but only revealed a pair of her peach blossom eyes, bright, and the eyes were full of sparkling. Under the foil of yellow and green, in the blink of an eye, the water is rippling, charming and seductive, and it is pure and clean.

Nan Nan looked at this woman again, stunned, and lost her soul. She kept staring at the woman, reluctant to look away from the slightest. The woman had just returned from the flower storehouse, and perhaps for the convenience of finding flowers, she pinned the hair on her face behind her ears, but perhaps because of her busyness, her curls were slightly fluffy, but not messy, and she added a kind of lazy and quiet beauty. The woman stepped lightly, and after walking a few steps, she came to the front of Nannan, and she was at the very edge of the long table, and she went around and entered the inside of the table, opposite Nannan, separated by a table, a mile and a distance.

The woman walked to the table inside, and stood to the right of the purple jasmine, also in the same direction as Nannan. After she stood still, she leaned down slightly, rested her arms on the table, and then loosened them to both sides, and all the things in her arms fell on the table with a clatter. Without the woman's arms clasping, these flowers and leaves were scattered with the cutting paper, lying on the table like an overwhelmed wanton, very leisurely, like a naughty child who was tired of playing, and fell on the bed when he jumped.

Nan Nan saw that the leaves scattered in the lowest layer were two, and the colors and shapes were obviously different. On the top of these leaves are the nineteen yellow roses, and their flowers are all in the direction of Nannan, some branches are scattered, some are far apart, some are not straight when they fall, and some are crooked. At the top of the flowers and leaves is the cut paper, which is an arm's length and two-thirds the breadth. The style of this paper cut is very special, it is different from other paper only one color, this paper cut looks like an old British newspaper, the background color of the newspaper is dark, but the color is very light, with a sense of old age, the paper is some dense English letters, and a few of them are formed a row of bold English short sentences, which should look like a title. The whole paper is cut in this style, and there are small stories written in English one after another, and each story is connected to the other, with a very small interval, about the distance of a little fingernail. The gap between each title and the other titles is larger, after all, their fonts are also magnified several times, which is a thumbs up. This paper covers most of the flowers and leaves underneath, and the flowers and leaves are half-covered, and Nannan can't see clearly. However, there are a few strings on the top of this cut paper, which are of the same length as the cut paper, they are very slender, and the material does not look like ordinary tin foil, but some of them seem to be made of paper, but they are stronger than paper, and they are similar to those poles and grasses in the fields in the countryside, and they are also dark yellow in color, not thick.

"Are you trying to make me put these flowers in a big shape? Or is it the kind of staggered arrangement before and after?" The woman looked at Nan Nan and asked, one hand was propped up on the table, one side was bent over, and the other hand seemed to be in the pocket of the table to touch something, the table was wooden, not transparent, and Nan Nan couldn't see what she was looking for.

"Let's switch the front and back." Nan Nan thought for a while and answered, the appearance of the large round bouquet, she felt that it was too clumsy, and it seemed very grand, and it was monotonous and ordinary, she didn't like it. Arranged in rows, it seems to be a lot more relaxed, and does not have a heavy feeling, and in the lively, with a little bit of delicacy, very pleasing.

"Well, I'm happy to trim and pack like that. A big circle is too rigid. As she spoke, the woman took out a large pair of silver scissors from the table, which were used to cut branches and leaves, and in the sunlight, there was still a little light, "You can sit down for a while, there is tea there, I have to fiddle with it for a while." The woman said to Nannan, and after saying that, she turned her head and pointed to the tea on her left. Then she lowered her head, took away the paper, said to put it aside, and took a yellow rose in her hand. The woman holds the flower in her left hand and holds it in her right hand

With scissors, he first lowered his head and rummaged the flowers in his hands a few times, as if he was thinking about how to prune them in his mind. The scissors in her right hand also swayed back and forth from left to right because of the woman's serious thinking, but the amplitude was very small, and it was one meal at a time, and it still had a sense of rhythm. Suddenly, the scissors were no longer shaking, and the woman stopped holding the roses, and without thinking, she leaned the scissors against the bottom branches, and with a "click" it was cut, and the "click" fell on the white smooth wooden table, and fell among the other flowers and leaves that were laid together. Immediately after that, the woman went down diagonally, and then a small cut horizontally, and then another oblique scissor, and finally sorted out the green leaves on the stem of the yellow rose, and then it was over. Woman put repair

The cut yellow rose is pinched between the thumb and index finger, and the middle finger, and the ring finger is twisted around one by one, and gently placed on the back of the nail. Then rubbed back and forth in his hand repeatedly, turning several small circles in a row, as if admiring his own work, the corners of the woman's mouth on both sides were slightly raised, it was a faint smile, and the dimple at the corner of the right mouth was also shallow and sunken, which was looming, the tips of the eyes were raised upward, and the light in the eyes was very dazzling. It seems that the woman is very satisfied with the flower branches that she has repaired.

"Hey, is it pretty?" After the woman looked at it for a while, she lifted the flower and brought it to Nannan's eyes, her tone was full of pride and joy, her eyes were bent, and her mouth was pursed. Like an innocent child begging his parents for praise and reward.

Nan Nan looked at the woman's expression, and her heart warmed, like spring water flowing into a lake, warm and sweet. She looked at the yellow rose in front of her again, and when it was not in the hands of the woman, it was still lazy and tired, as if it was a young woman who had been tired for a long time, and was lying on the bed, sleeping on all fours. And after the woman's tidying, this yellow rose seems to be much more energetic, with full vitality and agility. At the same time, it does not lose a dignified and delicate atmosphere.

Like an old young lady in ancient times, she was hiding behind the screen and playing a piece of the zither, sitting and playing it, so as to win the appreciation of relatives and friends, so as to grow some face for her parents. It is clearly the same yellow rose, but there is a great contrast between the front and back, which really makes Nan Nan surprised at the same time, but at the same time, she sighed, "It's so beautiful, it's not the same as before." Nan Nan was sincere and sincere, and her tone was full of surprise.

"That's natural." The woman was coquettish, and the joy between her eyebrows and eyes was a little more, and the wine vortex was also deeply concave, like a small whirlpool, attracting people's attention and not being dispersed. As soon as the woman had finished speaking, she set aside the rose and placed it on top of the paper. Then, she picked up another yellow rose, looked at it, thought about it, and pruned it.

Nan Nan felt that it was a little bad to keep an eye on others all the time, and it was not very polite. He turned his head, turned around, and walked towards the pot of tea next to him, Nan Nan put the insulated box on the table and sat on the wooden high chair. It was only then that she could see what was brewing in the transparent teapot. There is less than half of the tea in the teapot, but the remaining tea wall is covered with some dense, bean-sized water droplets, and it is estimated that the tea has just been brewed. The bottom of the teapot is covered with a shallow layer of tea leaves, some of which lie horizontally on the bottom of the teapot, while others stand vertically on the bottom of the teapot, standing up and floating in the tea. The two ends of these tea leaves are pointed and elongated, and one of the tips is slightly lowered to one side, curved. But the middle part of it is slightly plump, plump and swollen. The green of this tea is not pure green, it is a slightly yellow color, giving people a moist, not fighting or grabbing, and it is a quiet appearance in the old age of peace. It dyes the color of this tea is also the same, this tea is very clean, very beautiful, and it is also a mixture of yellow and green, but there is a clear water rush, it is with a fresh feeling, just looking at it, it is enough to calm people's mood, it is this tea is tactful, is quiet.

And at the very top of this tea, under the surface of the water, there are a few small white flowers. The small white flower has a light green stalk, not large, about two or three centimeters in size, this stalk is hollow, only a thin wall around the outside. At the top of this stalk, there are white petals, and one stalk has about three or four petals. Each petal is blooming, and none of them are unopened, gathered together. The petals of its door are smoothly spread outward, and at the end, it seems that it can't bear it.

It's as if it's reached its last limit, and it's sagging downward. Each petal is not connected, but from the root it is still for the needs of the stalk, so it has to be knotted together, but the more it grows up, the more it stretches outward, it separates from each other, and then hugs each other together. They grow in their own way and in their own way, living alone. Each petal has its own unique, inconsistent blooming posture, each with its own merits, and is completely different and independent and beautiful. It may be precisely for this reason that these small flowers appear to be plain, elegant, and tenacious.

"White Jasmine." Nan Nan whispered, and it recognized what kind of little white flower it was, and pronounced its name.