After watching the movie, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening.The snow didn't seem to stop, and it was falling like cotton wool.All the buildings, roadside flower beds and Christmas trees are covered with a layer of white snow.Song Miao followed behind the man step by step.On Christmas night, the strong romantic atmosphere here dilutes the commercial atmosphere a lot.Her little hands were in her pockets, half of her little face was shrunk in her scarf, and she followed the man with her little head hanging down."
Sir, do you want to buy roses?
Buy a rose to make your girlfriend happy!
”The little boy carrying the basket wore a Christmas-like elk headband on his head, and blocked Huo Yunque's way with a smile.Huo Yunque couldn't help but look back and found that the little girl had fallen in the distance, more than ten meters away.The spirit wilted and seemed very unhappy.He hooked his lips, "How much?"
”"$20 for a piece!
Sir, the roses I sell are definitely the cheapest on this street!
It's a little more expensive for the holidays!
Sir, would you like to buy a few more?
The girls ......
"I want it all." ”Song Miao walked and didn't want to move, her mood was suddenly low, she squatted in front of a shop to hide from the snow, watching the colorful balls in the distance flashing and distracted.The view was suddenly blocked by a cheesy red, rudimentary newspaper packaging.It is a blooming rose, stained with sparkling snowflakes.The hand holding the rose was familiar to Song Miao, with distinct bones and slender and clean fingers.She squatted on the ground and raised her head, and suddenly felt that she had returned to the time when she was not so familiar with Huo Yunque.He also stood in front of her so condescendingly, while Song Miao maintained the same posture.The only difference is that this time, Huo Yunque is holding flowers in his hand.The rose that represents love - the mind goes blank, followed by countless brilliant fireworks exploding.The so-called depressed mood has all disappeared.Song Miao jumped up and threw herself into Huo Yunque's arms excitedly."
Brother, did you buy me a rose?""
It's not."
Huo Yunque held the little one in his arms with one hand, and his thin lips hooked a shallow arc, "I picked it up on the road." ”Song Miao didn't believe it, she didn't think the newspaper wrapped roses were ugly at all, she took a big handful of them and held them all in her arms.The smile on the little face was very bright, and the sparkle in the eyes was flickering, and it was very beautiful."
Brother lied!"
She staggered behind Huo Yunque, resurrected with full blood.The little girl was too coaxing.Huo Yunque chuckled, noncommittal."
Merry Christmas, brother!"
She chased Huo Yunque, and the two walked into the heavy snow.The man was puzzled, "Song Yao, it's late, you're going home to rest." ”"But I'm not sleepy at all!"
Song Miao held the roses, "Brother, you haven't given me a Christmas gift yet!"
”"Oh?"
Huo Yunque tilted his head, leaned on the side of the car, and pointed to the rose, "Isn't this?"
”The little girl's eyes were bright, and she hugged the rose to the side, trying to hide the flower, "Brother said that you picked up the flower, of course it doesn't count!"
”"Hmm," the man bowed, "and what do you want?"
”"A wish!"
Song Miao bent her eyes, erected her tender fingers, and her delicate little face was very vivid when she spoke, "Make a wish at Christmas, and Santa Claus will help make it happen!"
”"Song Miao, that's all a trick to deceive people."
Huo Yunque debunked."
That brother also lied to me!"