The second sentence is miserable and miserable, just like the heroine in a bitter drama, Xia Yu herself is a little sour.

The man smiled, but said, "Then when are you going to confess to him?" ”

"Maybe ......" Xia Yu's face flushed slightly, embarrassed to look at him, and said hesitantly: "Wait, wait for summer...... Summer is just around the corner. ”

Lemon slices and cherry blossoms floated shallowly at the bottom of the cup, the man didn't speak, and Xia Yu didn't say anything more.

The air was a little quiet, except for the little yellow bird's soft voice.

"Then I'll go back first today." The man broke the silence and got up, threw his coat on his shoulder, Xia Yu stepped forward a few steps, and opened the door for the man in advance.

Seeing the man passing by her without hurrying, Xia Yu suddenly wanted to keep her, at least ask him when he would come back next time.

But as just now, the words came to his lips, and he fell back into his stomach after only a circle. Xia Yu was hesitant, so she could only be in a hurry.

The man stopped a few steps away from her and turned around, looking at Xia Yu's grievance that he wanted to say and stopped.

"I hope your confession is successful."

The man's voice fell in his ears like thunder, which made Xia Yu a little overwhelmed, but the man's smile fell into Xia Yu's heart, and then the man's existence gradually spread to Xia Yu's body, as warm as the spring sun, I'm afraid, this moment is the so-called happiness.

Flowers have a flowering period, and people also have a flowering period.

Xia Yu is in a happy mood, every day like a sunflower blooming, opening the store door early, watching the sun spread over the street little by little, she will feel that this day is really unusually beautiful.

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In July, the trees in the newly purchased area are tall and blue, and the huge leaves are constantly rising and falling in the face of fine raindrops. The white walls reflected a faint ray of light, scattered in the rain.

The black umbrella above An Lixu's head blocked the rain and obscured half of his sky.

She looked up, and he vaguely saw a person leaning his head against the window and looking out at the window on the second floor, which seemed to be a rare brown hair.

The rain and mist blurred the outline, and An Lixu withdrew his gaze and walked towards the flower shop.

The knock on the door made Xia Yu's kettle in her hand almost unsteady, and the water in it seemed to shake violently, she fumbled to put the kettle on the tool rack, and shifted her attention from the daisy petals holding the water droplets to the rather unreasonable knock on the door.

"Which one, please?" Although Xia Yu's watering process was interrupted, she still said politely to the door.

"Buying flowers." An Lixu's voice came from outside the door, revealing impatience.

When the other party opened the door, An Lixu's eyes were first black hair, hanging softly, and then a gentle facial contour, but the eyes had no charm, like a glass bead that had lost something, but it did not affect the handsomeness and innate gentleness of the appearance.

"It's Mr. An Lixu." Xia Yu's tone seemed to be affirmative.

Few people would knock on her door, Xia Yu thought.

But An Lixu gently hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Shouldn't you invite me in and sit first?" ”

Xia Yu's vision finally cleared slightly, and she moved out of the way of most of the door, and An Lixu sat down on the sofa unceremoniously.

Xia Yu slowly walked back to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and said, "Are you going to buy flowers?" ”

An Lixu said with a bit of stubbornness in his tone: "Yes, for someone I like." ”