Han Lingying was stunned.

"When did I lose my mind? Old man, are you thinking too much? ”

"Hmph, I'm thinking too much, who just now looks like he has nothing to love?"

“…… I didn't," Han Lingying glared at him.

"Girl, old man, I have read countless people in my life, and I can't see through anything with one pair of eyes. In life, there are always many unsatisfactory, think about the good, you will find that there are still many beautiful people and beautiful things waiting for you. ”

The lavender flowers of Provence are famous tourist attractions.

There are all kinds of people who come here, relieving stress, romantic dates, traveling, and in the end, they are basically happy to leave.

It's really rare to see a girl like this. It looks like Yin Yin is happy, but it gives people a very sad feeling.

Everything around her was out of place with her.

"Little girl, do you know what the flower language of lavender is?"

"Waiting for love."

Lavender, for many girls, is a dream, a beautiful dream, a romantic dream, a haunting dream.

Legend has it that a long time ago, an angel fell in love with a mortal girl named Lavender, shed her first tears for her, and shed her wings for her. Although the angels endure severe pain every day, they are still happy. But such days were short-lived, and the angel was captured back to heaven, and this memory was erased, and then he was sent to the mortal world. Before falling into the mortal world, he shed another tear and turned into a butterfly to accompany his beloved girl. Lavender waited where the angel had left, silly waiting for him to return, day and night, and finally turned into a plant with lilac flowers. People call it "lavender".

Lavender flower language: waiting for love; As long as you breathe hard, you can see miracles; Affiliated; Romantic.

"Yes, what a beautiful and romantic experience! So in such a beautiful atmosphere, should you let go of everything and enjoy life? ”

There is another sentence in the flower language of lavender: in the face of hopeless love, still waiting idiotically. Do you still feel good about that? Han Lingying stared at the old man with a smile.

"Stinky girl, you're from the debate department, it's a pity that your eloquence is not a lawyer. Arguing with me as an old man, huh! The old man turned his head to the side in a huff and ignored her.

Han Lingying walked around in front of him and continued to laugh, "I'm sorry, the little woman has no ink on her chest, and she doesn't have the eloquence to debate, so she can only play with children." ”

"How old are you, you still play with children, are you ashamed?"

"Master Tian, I'm still playing at such an old age, why can't I play?"

"You... You... Say whom? What to play? ”

"Master Tian, a world-famous pottery master, you don't know what I said." Han Lingying looked too lazy to tell you, and helped him up, "Let's go, I'll send you back, where do you live?" ”

Is pottery a child's thing? Whoever said it, stand up and see that I don't kill him! Seeing Han Lingying's face telling you that you don't understand, the old man held it in his heart, couldn't swallow it, and couldn't spit it out. It was unbearable for him to die.

"Go to XX Street." Closing his eyes, the old man decided not to talk to Han Lingying until he got home.

It's infuriating!

Master Tian Studio

Han Lingying looked at the signboard on the door and half-rang, "Which Master Tian?" ”

Zhou Haichen, who happened to come out of it, heard it and directly gave her a roll of his eyes, "The famous pottery master, haven't you heard of it?" ”

Seeing the old man standing next to Han Lingying, he looked flattering, "Master, are you back?" ”