After saying that, Yan Xiaomo threw away the flowers.
"Who said that only women can wear flowers in their hair, but not men?"
I saw Yixing picking a pink peach blossom from the branch nearby and placed it in Yan Xiaomo's hair.
"Don't you think I'm a sissy?"
Yan Xiaomo asked, tilting her head.
Yixing is just different, his thoughts are not straight at all.
"Everyone has a love for beauty.
As long as you like it yourself, why bother about other people's eyes."
Yan Xiaomo nodded thoughtfully, never expecting that an ancient man from Yixing could say such avant-garde words.
"Yixing, I think I admire you very much."
She strongly agrees with Yixing's point of view.
As long as you like it, there is no need to care about other people's eyes.
"Brother Xing, can I also get a chrysanthemum on my head?"
Xuance stared at Yixing with blinking eyes.
Yan Xiaomo listened to Xuance's words, and her mind was a ball of twine.
This Xuance was too "What flower is not good?
You have to use chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums."
Yan Xiaomo wanted to say that chrysanthemums are buttholes, but she suddenly stopped when she thought of something in her mind.
Only modern people know that chrysanthemums mean buttocks.
If you tell Xuance, he probably doesn't know what chrysanthemums mean.
"Chrysanthemum, what's wrong with chrysanthemums?
I just like chrysanthemums.
Brother Xing has already said it.
If you like it, why should you care about other people's eyes?"
Xuance was dissatisfied with Qi Dao.
The fragrance of chrysanthemums was so strong that it was more fragrant than peach blossoms.
"Chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums are not as beautiful as peach blossoms."
Yan Xiaomo hesitantly said, not even looking at what chrysanthemums are called by modern people.
Otherwise, people wouldn’t have so many misunderstandings about chrysanthemums.
"But I like it."
"Okay, as long as you like it."
Yan Xiaomo glanced helplessly at Yixing who was standing aside, and saw that Yixing showed no intention of stopping it.
I guess Yixing didn't know what the chrysanthemums were implying.
After walking for a while, Yan Xiaomo, Yixing and Xuance finally arrived at the gate of Qianji Villa from the alley.
Xiaohong and the coachman had already caught up the carriage from the long distance.
After all, Qianji Villa is built on the top of a mountain, and sometimes carriages are needed to travel, so there is also a road in Qianji Villa to facilitate daily shopping at the foot of the mountain.
Otherwise, climbing up and down the stairs would not be exhausting.
"The air up here is really good."
Yan Xiaomo stretched out her hands and slowly compared her eyes, feeling the air on the top of the mountain.
She found that the environment where Yixing lived was never bad and never let her down.
"If Xiaojiu likes it, he can stay here permanently."
Yixing looked at the curled eyelashes, unfolding like a fan, slowly moving.
"This is too intrusive."
Yan Xiaomo opened her eyes.
There was no impurity in those clear eyes, which made people feel deeply comfortable.
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"Xiao Jiu, you can stay here permanently.
There are not many people in Qianji Villa.
There is no one else except me and Brother Xing.
You can stay here as long as you want."
Xuance also advised Yan Xiaomo to live in Qianji Villa permanently.
If Yan Jiu was here, he wouldn't be afraid of Brother Xing being left alone in the Villa if he left Qianji Villa.
"By the way, I don't know where you are from, Xiaojiu.
Your accent doesn't sound like you are from Lin'an."
Xuance then remembered to ask Yan Xiaomo's home address.
He didn't realize at all that he hadn't asked Yan Jiu's hometown.
Because of the familiar feeling in his heart, he forgot that there was such a thing. oshow7: