Chapter 58: The Angel's Tears Warm and Happy Fairy Tale

  Let's go to that gift shop together. As soon as we enter, a wave of floral fragrance wafts in, and beautiful flowers catch our eyes. The fiery red roses are gorgeous and seem to be dripping with romance.

  The shop owner was a young woman, holding a bunch of blue delphiniums, beautiful flowers adorned with dew drops, she was trimming and arranging the flowers to make them even more lovely.

  She saw us enter the store and said, "Just packaged roses, don't you think they're beautiful? Just right for giving to this lovely girl, warm and happy. Couples always buy flowers to express their feelings." Her words were so pleasant to hear. She smiled, with a certain light still flashing in her eyes, as if she had more to say.

  "Roses of different colors have different meanings, and the number of flowers also has different implications." She spoke with a look that was not selling her goods, but a kind of intoxication. Yes, which girl would not be fascinated by roses? Which girl does not want to receive roses from her prince charming? As a woman, she understands, maybe even more intoxicated and yearning!

  Seeing this scene, I quickly explained: "Oh, we're not. We are here to buy gifts for friends."

  "Oh, I see." She said with a smile, then muttered to herself: "Looks like it!"

  "That flower, I..." Xia Wenyu was originally looking at the flowers and grasses, but he heard the shopkeeper's words and turned to me, saying this, yet hesitated to continue.

  "Alas, how I've become incoherent." He chuckled self-deprecatingly and continued.

  What's wrong with him! He doesn't look like his usual self at all. I saw him as if he was lost in thought. Alas, Wen Yu, how could someone else's words affect you so much?

  "No, you've always been very eloquent in my heart." I comforted him.

  "In some ways I'm really clumsy!" he continued to say with self-deprecation.

  "Help me choose a gift! Your taste has always been the best." I changed the subject.

  "You two are so considerate of each other, compared to many couples I've seen, I think you're more pleasing to the eye. Forgive me for speaking out of turn again. Seeing couples coming and going every day here has become a habit for me."

  Perhaps when she first entered the store, her words seemed to have some marketing elements. But now, I clearly understand that she really feels this way. What's wrong with speaking from her feelings?

  I smiled at her, but my eyes were drawn to the numerous flower languages posted on the wall. I have always been fond of these many flower languages, and I already knew a lot of them from memory. Today, seeing even more than I remembered, I felt a thrill of delight and couldn't help but stare intently.

  When I finished choosing a gift, he handed me a pot of cyclamen. "For you, put it in a sunny spot by the window, cyclamens love sunlight."

  "Thank you!" Looking at the light purple flowers, I loved them extremely, my heart was full of joy. He also seemed to have returned to his usual self, no longer with that brief moment of loss, he was still so gentle and elegant.

  As we walked out of the gift shop, it started to get windy and seemed like it was going to rain, so we held hands and ran together.

  The rain has started to drizzle down. We went into a small shop together to take shelter from the rain. At this moment, the eaves that we once took shelter under together appeared in my mind again.

  I also recall the scene of hiding from the snow with He Xiying and others in a small shop in front of the school gate. And I know that he is the shadow in my heart, while this boy in front of me has accompanied me to cry, accompanied me to laugh, and brought me a lot of joy in a short period of time. Thinking of him gives me a warm feeling.

  "Qing Yi, let me tell you a story!" he said faintly.

  "Good." People waiting for the rain will always have a sense of desolation. Listening to stories feels pretty good!

  "There was a boy who wanted to give his beloved girl roses, but he knew he wasn't qualified enough, he had to be better for her, and he would wait until the right time to give them to her." He seemed to be telling a fairy tale, and his gaze also seemed to become distant because of that fairy tale.

  I heard the story he told, and I felt my heart move. Was this what he didn't say just now? Looking at the rain that was falling like tears from an angel in a fairy tale world, it seemed to bring people not a cold feeling but warmth and happiness.