Chapter 92: The Promise Under the Wishing Tree
"Little girl, I see you've been standing here for more than half an hour, do you need help?"
"I'm waiting for someone." She stomped her feet in place, her hand holding the bottle tucked into her sleeve, her ears aching in the wind.
The grandmother who swept the floor couldn't help but care when she saw such a beautiful little girl, "Don't you young people love to play with mobile phones the most?" Make a phone call and talk to the man, don't stand here and wait, it's cold. ”
"Hmm...... Thank you, Grandma. ”
In fact, she called Yan Shirin, but unfortunately she didn't get through.
She didn't believe that Yan Shirin would break her promise, it must be because something was delayed, she just had to wait.
Seeing that she couldn't persuade her, the grandmother who swept the floor sighed and shook her head, and continued her work with a broom.
When the wind blows, you can hear the sound of "swish" when the leaves tremble, this wishing tree is evergreen camphor in all seasons and can resist the wind. There were many red silks hanging from the branches, and the cold wind blew, and those red silk ribbons swayed in the wind, and a little did not fall tightly.
Time passed, and the number of people in the park gradually became scarce.
She saw old grandfathers and grandmothers supporting each other, young men pulling open cotton clothes to shield their girlfriends from the cold wind, and saw many, many interesting pictures.
"Little girl, you haven't left yet?"
"I'm afraid that if I'm gone, he won't find me."
"Alas, you young people are really troublesome to play tricks, hurry home and it's going to snow."
Grandma rubbed her hands together with gloves, trying to warm her palms.
After a few words with her, he left slowly with a broom and a garbage shovel, muttering, "Finally get off work." ”
Yin Xingyan could hear Grandma's whispering, and her voice sounded light and happy.
She didn't understand why there was anything to be happy about when someone of such an age had to work on such a cold night?
But then I think about it, it is also a joy for a person like Grandma who lives a simple life every day to rest as long as he finishes his work.
"Ahh
She held the glass bottle in one hand and pinched her nose red with the other.
"It's eleven o'clock......"
Yin Xingyan held the mobile phone, hesitated for a while, and still made a call to the villa.
It was picked up by the maid on duty.
"Yan Shirin, have you gone back?"
"The young master hasn't come home yet."
Yin Xingyan hung up the phone and sighed deeply.
Yan Shirin didn't go home or go to the appointment, but where was it?
Nothing is going to happen, is it......
She was entangled in her heart, and found that the plum blossom in the glass bottle had fallen two petals and began to wither.
Cinnabar plum is not hardy, and if it continues like this, it will wither and die.
She turned her left hand and saw that there was still a shallow mark on the palm of the hand that had been scratched in the afternoon.
Yin Xing's eyes were a little anxious, and he directly bit his index finger to squeeze the blood droplets, allowing the blood to invade the plum blossom branches, only to see that the plum blossom branches in the bottle magically rebloomed and bloomed dazzlingly.
Seeing the beautiful results, she grinned with satisfaction, "I won't let you wither until the last second today." ”
Even when her hands were frozen and her feet were tired, she refused to leave.
She, Yin Xingyan, had never done such a stupid thing......
"Forget it, stupid is stupid."
She was afraid that if she left, Yan Shirin would not be able to find her.
She firmly believed: "There is still an hour, you will not break your word, you promised me!" ”
Time passed little by little, and she waited and waited until the clock struck 12 o'clock.
Tears fell from my eyes at once.
"Eyes!"