The bouquet of flowers was held in mid-air, and the longer the delay, the heavier it seemed. Luo Lin Yuan was tired from his elbows, and his heart was sore every inch.
Yu Han, who was one step away from him, looked unclear, neither happy nor offended. It can be said that he was a little calmly weird. This reaction was not in Luo Lin Yuanâs imagination.
He had thought that Yu Han might gladly take it or scoff, and he would be sad or upset with the reaction given by the other party.
Yu Han didnât accept the flowers, but asked, âWhy do you want to give me flowers?ââ
Without waiting for him to answer, he said again, âOh yes, to give it to the parents who did the best handiwork.â
He raised his hand to take the flowers in Luo Lin Yuanâs hand. The bouquet was drawn away in Luo Lin Yuanâs palm, and the end of the wrapping paper was hooked on his index finger, which made him feel a sense of loss.
It wasnât like this, it shouldnât be like this. He pursed his lips and frowned, letting others see it, but it also let them think that he was reluctant to send flowers, reluctant to part with them.
Yu Han grabbed the bouquet of flowers and was quiet for a while as if waiting for him to speak. Before he could wait, he nodded lightly, âThank you, is there anything else?â
Luo Lin Yuan shook his head speechlessly, watching Yu Han walk out. He stared, feeling that things were really unsatisfactory. He listlessly went to get water and watered all the flowers in the office.
Because of inattention, the water splashed on the ground, making a wet portion. When he returned to his senses, the footprints of the slippers were already all over the office. He has been buying flowers for many days and brought a bouquet to work every day.
Other teachers asked him who to send it to, but he didnât answer. With hidden thoughts, he was doing what he thought was romantic.
As the day passed, different flowers were piled up in the office, and he couldnât bear to throw them away, so he kept them all.
Until the time he bought the winter jasmine, the person he was waiting for finally came. Luo Lin Yuan put the watering can aside, squatted in front of the cape jasmine, rubbed the petals carefully, and said to himself, âActually, these flowers are all my thoughts, isnât it too obvious? So you donât know.â
The flower language of gardenia, strong and eternal love; pink calla lily, love you for a lifetime; winter jasmine, love each other forever, and the object of sending flowers, the person you like.
Itâs not Yu Han, do you like it, but itâs Yu Han, I like you.
Luo Lin Yuan pressed the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. He didnât know how long he had been squatting before he thought of getting up. His legs were numb. He bent over and patted his swollen calves with his hand, âItâs okay. Itâs okay. Cheer up, next time.â He cheered himself up.
Yu Han, who took the flowers, was actually not as calm as Luo Lin Yuan thought. He held the bouquet of flowers in both hands and stood outside the Deanâs office for a long time, frowning in difficulty, not knowing what to do with the flowers.
It was said to be sent to the parents, but he was afraid of making a fool of himself like yesterday. Since Luo Lin Yuan has said that this is a reward, why bother adding any special meaning to this flower?
Holding the flowers back to the classroom, Taro Ball straightened up and watched his father as he(TB) open his mouth into a small o. When Yu Han sat down, he stretched out his hand to take a flower and smell it. Yu Han moved the flower away, âDraw your painting.â
Taro balls: âFlower, flower, fragrant! Dad, I want it too!â
Yu Han: âThis is Dadâs flower.â
Taro Ball mouthâs flattened, âStingy!â
Yu Han: âYouâre already a three-year-old child. You should learn what you want and buy it yourself.â
Taro Ball: âDad⦠As an adult, you still robbed me of candy.â
Yu Han turned a deaf ear, only holding the flower and looking over and over. Taro Ball was sketching next to him, and finally, a big yellow flower was produced and pasted on the stall.
When they got home in the evening, the aunt saw that Sir went out and came back with a bouquet of flowers, so she wanted to find a glass bottle to put them in.
Yu Han said, âTake out the bottle I bought on a business trip to Italy last year.â
Auntie exhaled, âIsnât that very expensive?â
Yu Han: âItâs worth it.â
Donât know if the person who sent the flowers is worth it or if the flowers are worth it.
Donât know if Yu Han is happy, but Han Zhui wasnât very happy. He just hooked up with a hot beauty who came to travel in C City downstairs in the hotel lobby, gave the room number and the beauty delivered herself to the door.
Five minutes before they started, most of their clothes were removed, and the doorbell rang.
As it rang and was knocked, accompanied by the voice of Luo Lin Yuan, who killed thousands of knives, he shouted outside the door, âOpen the door, Han Zhui, open the door! I know youâre in there.â Itâs like coming to catch an adulterer, disturbing his good deeds.
The beauty pushed Han Zhui away and tied her lingerie strap, âWhat the hell ah!â
Han Zhui put his hands together, âIâm sorry, beauty, go back to your room first.â
The beauty didnât think about leaving but was given an eviction order. She rolled her eyes and opened the door angrily, almost hitting Luo Lin Yuan.
Luo Lin Yuan, who was making a scene outside, was drunk and angry. When he saw a woman rushing out of Han Zhuiâs room, he started to hiccup in fright.
The beautiful woman glared at him, but the swearing that she was going to scold him was reluctant when she saw his face clearly and couldnât bear to scold him again, so she only lightly spat out a âcrazyâ that resembled a squeak.
Han Zhui got dressed and walked out, carefully maintaining his hair that had been scratched by the beautiful woman just now.
He really didnât understand why women are so passionate about pulling hair.
Every time, he was frightened because of this. If he goes bald one day, he will have no face to cross the rivers and lakes.
Luo Lin Yuan was still hiccupping stupidly in the hallway, his small body twitching, looking at the beautiful woman who had walked away, and then looking at Han Zhui, âYou, hiccup, you just f!#&$g came back for a day.â
Han Zhui leaned against the door in a chic posture, and said with a smile, âIf thereâs something, say it, if thereâs nothing, get out.â
The corners of Luo Lin Yuanâs mouth drooped, âWhat you said is uselessâ¦â
Seeing him drinking, Han Zhui sighed, âDid you really put him to sleep?â
Luo Lin Yuan squeezed past Han Zhui and walked in, âWhat are you talking about, didnât you ask me to coax him?â
Han Zhui: âSo, how did you coax him.â
Luo Lin Yuan told him about sending flowers, and Han Zhui listened carefully, âDid you say why you want to send flowers?â
Luo Lin Yuan thought for a long time, but he really didnât. He said, âHow could he believe my excuse, so fake.â
Han Zhui: âWhy donât you believe me? Isnât your office the same as a flower shop? There are flowers everywhere. The most fearful thing is that there are too many gifts. You only give him a small part. It looks insincere, just like the hand-delivered one.â
Luo Lin Yuan was anxious, âHe should know what flowers mean!â
Han Zhui: âWhat do they mean.â
Luo Lin Yuan: âThatâs the spring flower!â
Han Zhui: âWhat kind of code is this that I donât know?â
Luo Lin Yuan didnât want to say, how could such love words be so easy to say.
It was when he was 17 years old, young and frivolous, but the love words he said to Yu Han in his mind make him blush now that he thinks about it. He canât say that this is the secret between Yu Han and him.
Seeing him hesitating for a long time, Han Zhui sighed, âYou can just send him sunflowers.â
Luo Lin Yuan was taken aback, âWhy?â
Han Zhui: âSun~ flower~ ah.â His tone dragged on for a long time, carelessly.
Luo Lin Yuan felt that he had come for a special trip and asked Han Zhui if he was simply a sand sculpture[1]. Han Zhui couldnât understand his own affairs. He only used his lower body to think all day long.
Han Zhui said, âYou still drank. You have such a broken capacity for alcohol. Do you still drink to relieve your worries when you talk about love ah?â
Luo Lin Yuan: âAlcohol can strengthen courage.â
Han Zhui raised his eyebrows: âWhat do you want to do? Youâre promising ah, do you want toâ¦â Kill him at his house?
Luo Lin Yuan: âI want to call him.â
Han Zhui: ââ¦â Get out, get out, you miserable loser who makes people miserable all day long.
Luo Lin Yuan also stopped by to sit down and asked him if he was lacking of anything. The intermediary found it for him and he would be able to see the house right away.
Han Zhui impatiently touched the cigarette to drive people away, âI donât lack anything, go quickly, let me look for myself. You can chase your man with peace of mind.â
Luo Lin Yuan saw his temper and thought it was because he came and spoiled Han Zhuiâs good deeds. Thus, before Han Zhui could settle the account after drinking, he nimbly rolled away.
Han Zhui closed the door, probably because his lust wasnât gone, his irritability was vigorous. In the middle of the night, where can he find another woman?
Pushing open the balcony floor-to-ceiling window, he walked out, intending to blow the wind and smoke a cigarette. Only when he came out did he find that the design of this hotel was wonderful, and there was also a balcony on the side, not far away.
The guest next to him was also very leisurely and elegant. There was a glass of red wine on the transparent table, an ashtray, and half of the ladyâs cigarettes are extinguished. There was still a faint smell of perfume in the air, if not, it was very tempting.
Han Zhui bit his cigarette and squinted at the floor-to-ceiling window of that room. At this moment, a hand opened the curtains and their skin was very white.
The person walked out, their height was too tall for a woman, and their framework was also big. Their hair wasnât long, and they were wearing a black nightgown, which was close-fitting and silky, outlining the rounded lines of their buttocks.
Han Zhui had a preconceived idea that this was a woman.
After all, theyâre smoking a ladyâs cigarette. Who wouldâve thought that when this person leaned over to hold a wine glass, their nightgown opened a bit, revealing a flat chest?
It was a man, Han Zhui sighed in disappointment. The man heard it and looked on his way.
At first glance, he was very stunning. As a man, it was rare to look so stunning. Coupled with the lipstick on his lips and the half-drunk alcohol on his cheeks, it forms a fairly impactful picture.
Han Zhui felt that his undiminished fire suddenly rose, ignited in his lower abdomen, and formed a lump.
Men are always interested in seeing what they want.
The man felt the aggressiveness of Han Zhuiâs eyes and wasnât very happy, âWhat are you looking at?â
Han Zhui stretched out his hand and tapped his lower lip, âThis color suits you very well.â
The man wiped it with the back of his hand and saw the lipstick. His expression instantly became vivid, ashamed, and annoyed.
At this time, a female voice came from the room, âYoung Master Guan, Iâm done washing.â
The man hurriedly entered the room without looking back. Han Zhui leaned on the armrest and looked up at the sky. The moonlight was extremely beautiful tonight, but it was a pity that everyone else was in pairs, and he was the only one looking at this beautiful scenery.
Luo Lin Yuan went down to the hotel lobby and dialed Yu Hanâs phone while the alcohol wasnât gone.
He leaned on the leather sofa in the lobby, his nails clasping the edges, waiting to be connected, a heart soaked in alcohol kept bubbling.
The moment he heard Yu Hanâs voice, the alcohol became lemon juice, sour to the core, and anxiety became grievance.
Yu Han: âHello.â
Luo Lin Yuan was sullen, âHey.â
Yu Hanâs voice carried a little echo, and there was also the sound of water as if the sound was stained with damp heat in the bathroom, âWhatâs the matter?â
Luo Lin Yuan guessed that he was taking a shower, or after washing, his body got a little hotter, âShould there be something before I can call you?â
Little Madman Luo went crazy through the alcohol, making Yu Han ask in astonishment, âWhatâs the matter with you?â
Luo Lin Yuan: âDonât you like the flowers?â
Yu Han: ââ¦â
Luo Lin Yuan: âDo you like sunflowers? Iâll send you sunflowers, okay?â
Yu Han: âWhy are you giving me flowers this time? Because I brought up my child well?â
Luo Lin Yuan: âNo.â
Yu Han: âHmm?â
His questioning voice had a nasal sound, which was Luo Lin Yuanâs favorite kind, but it was such a hateful coldness. He said, âMust there be a reason to send you flowers?â
Yu Han: âYes.â
Luo Lin Yuan was blocked by him, and he heard Yu Han ask word by word, âSo why do you want to send me flowers?â
Luo Lin Yuanâs hot face was next to the leather sofa, and a line of warm water beads slid from his eyes to his cheeks and to the sofa. His throat was tight and trembling, âBecause you are spring, you always have been.â