"Speaking of which, you may not believe it, I really didn't like him, I swear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but women are sometimes so unreasonable, obviously they don't like it, and they don't want him to be put in the palm of their hands by others. I came in that day, I don't know where I got the courage, told him to learn flower arrangement from him, he was surprised that he didn't hold the sweet potato in his hand, snapped and fell to the ground, and then hurriedly picked it up, muttering that it was okay for less than five seconds. At that moment, I smiled, and all my previous sorrows and worries seemed to be thrown out of the clouds. He is such a person, a person who can make you forget your troubles, a person who makes you feel at ease. Do you know that a man of about 1.8 meters can make flower arrangements so naturally? It was during that time that our relationship became closer and closer. The woman drank cup after cup of coffee, and then put the coffee pot directly on the counter not far away.

The counter was messy, with all kinds of flowers that I knew and didn't know were placed randomly.

The woman looked at me and said with a smile, "Actually, I'm not a good student, but I'm really a person who goes with the flow, and I'll come every day after that." Get to know all kinds of flowers with him, learn their flower language, what occasions to use them, and which flowers to put together without conflict and some simple storage and preservation skills. I believe he also saw that I was absent-minded, so in the days that followed, I learned less and less about flower arrangement, and we got to know each other better. ”

I poured another cup of coffee for the woman and refilled my own.

At that time, he enlightened me that love is like coffee, only after drinking enough can you find what you really like, those who love in the mouth are definitely not true love, and those who drink half of it and drink other flavors must be difficult to meet what they really like. I laughed and called him and asked him what style he liked. He smiled and told me that he was allergic to coffee. I smirked along. You see how good friends are, friends will never say those things that get to the bottom of things, but lovers always like to talk about it. The woman held the mug and sighed lowly. It can be seen that the memories are turbulent, and there are so many long stories.

"Later, I fell in love again, right in this flower shop, right in front of this glass. Once, I was throwing a tantrum at a bridal bouquet when my freshly brewed cup of coffee appeared. He picked up the bouquet I had thrown on the ground, carefully wiped the dust off it, and returned it to me. At that time, I always felt like a girl, so I was addicted, and I was addicted to this cup of coffee. I took the bouquet, stroked my little heart and hurriedly ran back to the back of the operation room, leaning on the shelf to calm my mood like my first love. Silly, right? The woman asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Love always comes unexpectedly, and no one has the talent to control who their hearts can love." ”

"Yes, love always comes unexpectedly, but I didn't expect that Cupid's arrow not only hit me, but also him."

"Which one?"

"The one you think of, the owner of the coat. His coffee was also brewed, but I personally poured it for him, and he didn't even get a chance to taste it. Hehe, am I a bad woman? But he is so good, why should I let others know that he is good, he can only belong to me. At that time, I thought so selfishly, but now, he finally belongs to me, but unfortunately I regret it..."