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Chapter 806 Chapter 809: The Flower Language of Little Daisy

Tang Yi rubbed his nose, smiled meaningfully, and refused to make a sound.

Xu Shengxiang looked back at Xu Baichuan again.

There was a faint smile in his eyes, obviously he already knew it.

Xu Shengxiang couldn't help but continue to look down.

Chinese painting, watercolor, oil painting...

Every painting is made by her, and there is even her exclusive watermark on the lower right.

Someone held an art exhibition for her?

Xu Shengxiang's footsteps became eager, and he couldn't help walking forward.

But there were a lot of people ahead, and the corridor was a bit narrow, so she had to follow behind them.

Pass through this corridor patiently, and there is a big exhibition hall inside.

Many foreign friends are admiring the paintings on the walls, especially praising Chinese paintings.

Xu Shengxiang didn't pay too much attention to their comments.

She just wants to know now, is Fengcheng here?

Did he organize this art exhibition for himself?

Thinking of this possibility, Xu Shengxiang walked in eagerly.

There was a burst of exclamation not far ahead.

Xu Shengxiang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly walked towards the crowd.

The innermost part of the pavilion is a wide platform.

The ground is full of small daisies, and a red carpet road is paved in the middle, which can lead to the last exhibition area.

The shocking picture makes it amazing.

There are men in bodyguard uniforms guarding the entrance, and no one else is allowed to enter.

Seeing Xu Shengxiang, he respectfully made a gesture of invitation: "Miss Xu, please come in."

Xu Shengxiang was a little dazed: "Me?"

The bodyguard nodded slightly.

Under the eyes of everyone, Xu Shengxiang stepped on the red carpet step by step and walked towards the exhibition area.

Seeing the above painting, Xu Shengxiang was completely speechless.

The whole wall.

Every painting is his.

Every expression of his, every moment of frowning, was recorded by her stroke by stroke.

Longing is engraved into the bone marrow, and love is exhausted until death.

Those sketches have been beautifully framed.

For a moment, it seemed that she had returned to those years before.

Those buried deep in my heart like...

and those pains.

The surroundings became noisy.

Xu Shengxiang's eyes were slightly red, and he turned his face subconsciously.

Under the bright light, he saw the boy in his memory walking towards her step by step.

He was wearing a black shirt, his figure was outlined tall and straight, he lost his childishness and added calmness, but his eyebrows and eyes were as deep and doting as before.

Holding a pot of daisies in his hand, he slowly came to her.

The man is a head taller than her.

Xu Shengxiang could only look up at him, biting his lips to keep tears from falling: "Is this your art exhibition?"

It's no wonder he's been acting strange recently. It turned out that he was preparing this without telling her.

She once said that her dream is to hold an art exhibition in Paris.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are delicate, her eye sockets are slightly red, and her long black hair surrounds her small face, making it clearer and clearer, her skin white as jade porcelain.

Those big black and white eyes, with a little bit of starlight lingering in them, make people fall in love...

Feng Cheng's tall and straight body is tall and straight, with deep eyebrows and eyes, staring at her for a moment: "Do you know the flower language of little daisies?"

Xu Shengxiang didn't dare to speak out, for fear that the tears would run out uncontrollably.

His voice is deep and magnetic: "The love buried in the bottom of my heart, it represents innocence, pure beauty, peace, hope..."

My love for you is deep in my heart.

a long time……

(End of this chapter)