"Congratulations on your graduation."
When she recovered, Luo Yichen came to her and handed her a large bunch of roses with a smile.
Su Rourou didn't know how to react for a moment. At this time, she was already holding the tulips given to her by Ke Shaoze
He Xiaojie timely stabbed her in the arm: "Rourou, let me help you take it!"
As she spoke, she took the tulips in Su Rourou's hand and smiled a little apologetic at Ke Shaoze. There's no way. It's obvious how to choose between the red rose symbolizing love and the yellow tulip symbolizing nothing.
Ke Shaoze's beautiful eyes flashed a wounded look, his eyes gently flashed over the tulips in he Xiaojie's hands, and finally fell on the red roses in Luo Yichen's hands.
In fact, what he wants to send... Is also roses, but he can't. Because he always accompanied her as a "good friend".
After hesitating for a long time in the florist, he finally chose a bunch of yellow tulips. Everyone knows the flower language of roses. But not everyone knows the flower language of yellow tulips
He finally took his eyes back from a distance, landed on the camera in his hand, pretended to be careless and looked at the photos he had taken before.
Seeing that Su Rourou's hand was empty, Luo Yichen handed the bunch of roses to her hand again. Her eyes were firm and persistent. Based on his understanding of her, he was very sure that she could not make him stand down in front of so many people - on a special day.
Sure enough, Su rourourou just hesitated for a few seconds, took his rose and whispered, "thank you."
He Xiaojie immediately stepped aside with a wink. Before that, she pushed Su rourourou in the direction of Luo Yichen: "what are you doing? Take a few photos together quickly."
Su Rourou was small and small. She was holding a bunch of huge roses and was pushed by he Xiaojie's bear paw. She accidentally rushed to Luo Yichen's arms.
Luo Yichen timely reached out and hugged her, gently hugged her waist, and stared at her with a smile at the corners of her mouth.
At the same time, Su rourourou just raised her eyes to look at him. Her long hair fell behind her, and the long spike of the bachelor's hat shook gently with her movements.
They looked at each other like this, and neither of them looked away first, as if they were firmly absorbed by a magnet.
I don't know how long it took, Luo Yichen's deep Phoenix eyes vaguely floated a layer of fog, and his thin lips moved: "I'm sorry I didn't accompany you through the next three years, but... Today's special day, I finally caught up."
"..." Su Rourou looked at his affectionate eyes, and there seemed to be thousands of emotions surging in his chest. He couldn't say a word for a moment.
He Xiaojie immediately winked at Ke Shaoze because of her sensitive professional quality and whispered, "shoot, shoot!"
The others also reacted and felt that this picture was really beautiful enough to be a movie poster, and even their hearts melted.
Ke Shaoze pulled his pale lips, picked up the camera, looked at the beautiful picture in front of him that made him heartache, and pressed the shutter.
The flower language of yellow tulips is - hopeless love