The little green plum in Song Shao's arms is so sultry

Chapter 108 Song Jin's "Gentleness"

Yu Sheng said two words without mercy: "Don't dare."

Song Jin clicked his tongue: "It's really boring."

The stars are sparse, but the weather in France is always gloomy. Song Jin's side is still in daylight, and the light rain falls on the ground of history, splashing water. People around are in a hurry, and the watches on their wrists are always reminding them of their busyness , and now Song Jin has become a person forgotten by time.

Sitting alone on the outer street of the coffee shop, the hazy mist felt damp. A little blond girl walked up to Song Jin timidly, and carefully asked in jerky and very unproficient English: "Sir...Lily Flower ..."

Song Jin smiled slightly at her: "Just speak French, I can understand it."

Yu Sheng drank the whiskey from the wine cellar alone on the roof, squinted his eyes slightly, admiring the moonlight lamp, the statue of the goddess in the courtyard was also shining as elegantly as the moonlight, quietly listening to Song Jin , and just like back then, quietly listening to Song Jin telling interesting stories about ancient prose.

The girl seemed very happy after hearing this: "Great, sir, then would you like a beautiful lily? A white flower always makes people feel happy."

"I think I'm happy enough now," Song Jin said with a smile, "Because I'm chatting with a very interesting person."

He was talking with a bluetooth headset. The little girl thought that Song Jin was speaking to her, and blushed in embarrassment. She handed the bouquet of white lilies in her hand to Song Jin: "Sir, buy a bunch of lilies." Well, look, how beautiful it is."

Song Jin nodded and asked the girl, "Please tell me the price."

The girl was very happy: "Only three francs, sir."

Song Jin didn't have change in her hand, so she directly took out a hundred franc bill from her wallet and put it in the girl's hand, which was purple from the cold. The girl was holding the bill, a little at a loss, and stammered : "Monsieur, I only want three francs."

"I bought the bouquet of flowers in your hand for three francs, and the remaining 97 francs, I want to buy your happiness today."

The girl shook her head resolutely: "No, sir, this bouquet only costs three francs, and if you don't have any change, this bouquet can be given to you for free."

The clothes on her body are already torn, and when it is about to enter the cold season, she still wears gray and white short sleeves with holes. Her face is gray, only the bouquet of lilies in her hand is pure white and flawless, like a girl's heart purely.

Song Jin thought for a while, then gave her a gentle smile: "Well, from now on, I will buy all the lilies in your house until you spend the remaining 97 francs."

The girl was a little dazed: "You mean..."

"Every morning, give a white lily to those who you think are in need, until you spend the remaining 97 francs, is it ok?"

The girl nodded gratefully: "Of course, sir, you are the most special person I have ever met."

"Wait a minute," just as the girl was about to turn around and leave, the handsome oriental man behind him suddenly stopped the girl. Looking back, he saw a faint smile in his deep black eyes:
"I don't like the desserts on the table, take them home and eat them."

The girl looked at Song Jin with emotion, and thanked him non-stop. Her parents were alcoholics, and her younger brother was ill. From birth to now, her poor brother had never tasted cake. The big lily field was left by the deceased grandmother, and the whole family lived on that lily field.

Great, my brother can finally taste the sweetness, the girl thought, these pastries should taste better than the baked bread that can only be eaten once during the Chinese New Year.

After the girl left, he started chatting with Yu Sheng on the phone: "How's the weather over there?"

Yu Sheng answered him casually, sniffing a tulip in his hand: "The weather is fine, the temperature has rarely risen to eight degrees, and the moonlight is particularly bright tonight."

"Yu Sheng, the time in France is different from that in China. Do you think the moon I see at night will be the same as what you see?"

The moon is constantly revolving around the blue star, tirelessly, they depend on each other, and the earth also relies on its own gravity to lock the moon firmly.

Yu Sheng said quietly: "We will be people from the same planet."

Then, she seemed to think of something, and asked Song Jin: "Do you usually treat other girls like this?"

Song Jin didn't understand, so: "What do you mean?"

"Attitude." Yu Sheng said these two words: "You will also treat other opposite sex..."

She paused, she really didn't want to use those two words on Song Jin, so she changed the word: "Kindness?"

Song Jin laughed: "Yu Sheng, if you want to praise me for being gentle, just put it bluntly, I understand."

Yu Sheng said silently: "If the word gentle is applied to you, it is estimated that the word gentle can be applied to my elder brother."

Song Jin sneered: "Miss Yu San, you have to know, no matter how subtle what you say, I can still hear the meaning."

Yu Sheng couldn't help but said, "Why didn't I know you could be so thick-skinned."

Song Jin coughed lightly: "Okay, Miss Yu San, I'm going to answer your question, please be quiet and turn your ears up."

Yu Sheng sneered: "I'm all ears."

"There are not many girls who can get such tenderness from me, just two, one is the little girl just now." He said slowly, "As for the rest...I won't tell."

Yu Sheng did the math, um, there is Wen Ruan left, a perfect match.

"By the way, Yu Sheng, I answered your question just now, and please answer my question." Song Jin suddenly said this to Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng flicked the screen on the tablet, looking at some materials, and put the phone aside without turning up the volume very high, just make sure that he can hear Song Jin's words in his left ear.

"Yu Sheng, there was an essay competition in the second semester of the second year of high school, do you remember?" He asked softly.

Without even thinking about it, Yu Sheng answered him directly: "Of course I remember, I remember the words and punctuation marks in that composition clearly."

The excellent memory has also created a lot of memory space for her. Every time she dreams, she will dream of all kinds of deeds that happened in the past. , she looked at her youth in high school from a third angle soberly.

"That's easy," Song Jin smiled lightly, "Student Yu Shengyu, I want to ask you, in that market-level composition competition in high school, who wrote that sentence at the end? Write it, and change it because of who?"

(End of this chapter)