This is the picture that Shang Yi has been looking forward to since the moment he fell in love with Lu Yu.

He had her in his eyes, and she was the only one.

Everyone in love is a selfish monster, and maybe in other ways you can be generous to share your own things with others, but for the person you like, possessiveness seems to have reached its peak, and no one else can touch it.

She walked around the vine trellis, walked inside, and stopped a few steps away from Lu Yu.

His slender fingers gently plucked the guitar strings, making a pleasant sound, as if they were plucking the strings in her heart.

Pieces of snowflakes fell in front of him, Shang Yi let out an "ah" in surprise, and reached out to pick it up, only to find that it was not a snowflake at all, but artificial snow powder.

Lu Yu didn't know when he stopped singing, and he didn't know where he conjured a bouquet of roses, he walked up to Shang Yi with the delicate bouquet of roses in one hand: "Little princess, Merry Christmas." ”

After a pause, he added, "Happy month." ”

After he said this, Shang Yi realized that time was in a hurry, she had been with Lu Yu for a month.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yu remembered it better than her.

She sniffed, reached out and poked the petals of the rose, and her eyes fell elsewhere: "Lu Yu, you are really earthy......"

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows, but he was not annoyed, but moved the roses back: "Then in that case, the roses will be thrown away." ”

"No way!" Shang Yi hurriedly took the flowers: "I didn't say I didn't like it, what did I throw it away." ”

Lu Yu looked at her holding the bouquet of roses as if she was holding a baby, and teased: "Don't you think it's dirty? ”

"I just like dirt, can't I?" Shang Yi broke the jar and broke it, and his eyes were full of "I just hate soil, but I just like soil, and I won't give it to you".

"Okay." Lu Yu nodded eloquently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Shang Yi was a little embarrassed by Lu Yu's laughter, buried his little face in the scarf, and his fingers were still playing with the roses: "How many flowers are there in this bouquet......"

"52 flowers."

"Oh." Shang Yi's answer was very bland, but his eyebrows and eyes were bent.

Lu Yu looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and her eyes were also doting: "Are you satisfied with this Christmas gift?" Little princess. ”

He had been preparing this gift since more than half a month ago, and he knew that Shang Yi liked snow, especially when it snowed on any holiday, she would be very happy, but he looked at the weather forecast for several days, and Christmas Day showed that there would be no snow, so he had to make a fake snow out.

Shang Yi looks quite mature on the surface, but inside she is a little girl who likes a sense of ceremony, when Shang Yi agreed to be his girlfriend, the scene of his confession was really not very formal, and he kept thinking about when to make up for her a formal confession.

It just so happened that Christmas was also a month for them to be together and celebrated together.

Shang Yi was quite arrogant: "It's okay." ”

"It's just okay?" Lu Yu's expression was a little aggrieved, he shook his hand that had just been frozen a little red from playing the guitar, and sold it to Shang Yu: "On this cold day, my performance so hard is just okay......"

Shang Yi was amused by his coquettish words in a long voice, she held the rose in one hand, took out one hand to tear off her scarf, stepped forward and stood on tiptoe, and dropped a kiss on Lu Yu's lips: "Very satisfied, I like it very much." ”