Han Yi looked at the flower in his hand and asked the little girl, "Do you know the flower language of purple roses?" ”

The little girl nodded, and then raised her head very confidently: "Mother told me a legend about the Purple Rose, saying that this is an uncle named Shang Luofan who buried his dead lover in the amethyst of the Moon Lake, and his lover's soul was afraid of his loneliness and transformed into a flower, and its flower language is the guardian flower of eternal love." ”

Jian Zhiyu was stunned by the large paragraph that the little girl clearly expressed.

Looking at the little girl's very serious appearance, I can't help but want to laugh, she has the style of the year!

She couldn't help but look at the purple roses in the basket.

The guardian flower of eternal love? This kind of thing should never belong to her!

Han Yi didn't pay attention to Jian Zhiyu's expression, and kept looking at the little girl's basket: "How many purple roses are in your basket?" ”

The little girl shook her head: "I don't know." Bow your head: "Or I'll count them." As he spoke, he began to count them earnestly.

Han Yi took out his wallet from his arms.

The little girl looked up: "Twenty!" ”

Han Yi took out a few hundred-yuan bills and stuffed them into the little girl's hand: "I want all the flowers in your basket." ”

The little girl happily pinched the money and stuffed the whole basket into Han Yi's hand: "Thank you, brother!" Glancing at Jian Zhiyu, he turned back to Han Yi and continued: "I wish my brothers and sisters eternal happiness." Then he ran away with his little short legs.

Han Yi looked at the little girl in the distance, shook his head helplessly and smiled, turned his head and handed the entire basket to Jian Zhiyu: "Zhizhi, give it to you!" ”

Jian Zhiyu looked at him in surprise: "Brother Han......" She didn't stretch out her hand.

She hadn't forgotten the little girl's mistaken love for a couple, and the flower language of the purple rose.

"Brother Han, this purple rose should be your girlfriend the most suitable gift."

Han Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "But what if I don't have a girlfriend?" Do you want to let them die alone? ”

Jian Zhiyu hesitated.

Han Yi looked at her, his eyes were deep: "Or do you care about what the children say?" So you don't dare to accept this flower? ”

Jian Zhiyu's face flushed slightly: "Of course, of course not!" ”

Looking at Brother Han's still gentle and lightly smiling face, she felt that she might have thought too much.

"Then take it! I also wanted the little girl to come home with her mother sooner. He turned his head to see a young woman not far away who was crouching down and talking to the little girl, and then she got up and took the little girl's hand and left the square.

Jian Zhiyu followed Han Yi's gaze and just happened to see this scene.

Han Yi looked back at her.

She was relieved, smiled wisely, and brought the basket in front of her: "Then thank you, Brother Han." ”

Han Yi touched her head: "That's right!" ”

After resting for half an hour, the two continued to walk two more streets until the twilight sunset, and the two returned home.

When he arrived at the door of Jian's house, Han Yi got out of the car to help Jian Zhiyu take things: "There are too many things, I'll send you in, right?" ”

Jian Zhiyu invited Han Yi: "Brother Han, why don't you go back after dinner?" ”

Han Yi smiled apologetically: "It may not work tonight, I have a very important entertainment." ”

It's a fact.

If it wasn't important, he would have pushed it a long time ago, and tonight he had an appointment with a very important customer to discuss cooperation, and he had to attend.

Jian Zhiyu thought for a while and nodded understandingly: "Since Brother Han has something to do, then there is only another day." ”

After Han Yi closed the trunk, she stretched out her hand to him: "Brother Han, will you give me the things?" I'll just go in on my own. ”

Han Yi hesitated, but still handed the big and small bags to Jian Zhiyu: "That's good!" You walk and look a little bit! ”

"Yes!" Jian Zhiyu smiled slightly.

"Be careful on the road!"

Jian Zhiyu took two steps and turned around: "Brother Han......."

Han Yi stopped when he opened the car door, looked at her across the car.