On Thursday morning, he didn't know what was wrong, and he actually sent a large bouquet of roses.

Roses are beautiful, but because they are so beautiful and glamorous, those who pride themselves on being noble denounce them as flashy and vulgar.

He stood stupidly at the door with a large bouquet of flowers, and the girls who got up early one after another all looked at him curiously and pointed.

When Feng Feng arrived, he was angry and funny: "Why did you send me flowers?" ”

His young eyes were a little shy and a little cunning: "I secretly looked at your ID card, today is your birthday." ”

Due to the difference between the Gregorian calendar and the lunar calendar, the day of Feng Feng's ID card is actually not his birthday, and he never celebrates his birthday.

"You don't have to buy flowers for your birthday."

"The boys in my dormitory said that they had to buy flowers for their girlfriends on their birthdays, and they all said so."

Because of this, he ran to the flower shop outside the school at six o'clock, and finally chose this bunch. It was just delivered by the flower farmer, and there were fresh droplets of water on it.

Feng Feng secretly wondered: Isn't it too extravagant for students to buy such a large bouquet of beautifully packaged flowers?

He was confident, "I won't eat in the cafeteria today, we'll eat well." I know there's a good shop outside the school, do we go at noon or at night? ”

She looked at his energetic face.

He's completely self-styled as his boyfriend. However, how much does he know about himself as a person and about his past? If he continues to consume him like this, how can he be worthy of him, worthy of the delicious soup that his mother carefully boils every day?

"Huang Hui, wait for me by the lotus pond after class in the afternoon."

He thought it was a date and nodded happily: "I'll wait for you at four o'clock on time, and we'll have dinner together." ”

She didn't say no, just took the fresh bouquet of roses, and a faint fragrance lingered around her nose. How many more days will this bouquet of roses bloom, she thought?

I suddenly remembered that this was the first time that a man gave him roses because of "love".

At four o'clock, Huang Hui sat on the bench at the far corner of the lotus pond on time.

From here, you can see the most scenery, but you can see the least by others. The first time he saw Feng Feng, it was here. So he has a bit of a soft spot for this place.

Feng Feng was wearing thick clothes, and his face was a little pale.

He pulled her to sit down, her hands cold in a drenching cold. He put his arm around her shoulder, trying to make her feel warmer: "It's windy here, should we change places?" ”

She gently pushed his hand away, "No. I'm just saying a few words. ”

Her attitude was too serious, and he was a little surprised: "What's wrong?" ”

"Huang Hui, you want to be my boyfriend, don't you?"

What do you mean by "want to be a boyfriend?" I thought I was already a boyfriend!

He asked rhetorically, "Am I not your boyfriend?" ”

"It's not."

He was so surprised that he almost stood up, could it be that she was here to "break up" today?

She said lightly: "How much do you know about my past?" ”

He didn't understand the meaning for a while, and his face was red: "I am with you now and in the future, not in the past." ”

"I'm three or four years older than you......"

"I've seen your ID, I already knew! Women live longer, and three or four years older are more suitable. ”

"I've been divorced......"

“……”

He was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically: "Isn't it okay for people to divorce?" ”

"My ex-husband's name is Ye Jia, and you know him too."