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Chapter 994 The Language of Twelve Flowers
These words were for Xiao Ai.

But why didn't she say it to herself?

"It's better not to know some things."

In front of Guangyou and Xiaoai, she always has a smile on her face, but she also has something hidden in her heart, and she still can't say it out loud.

She would rather not know those things.

Fortunately, his feelings for her are real.

Thinking of this, Mingmei felt much better.

The imperceptible bitterness in the smile on the corner of his lips also dissipated.

Only the sweetness left by the milk tea in the mouth remains.

"Ding dong~"

"Ding dong~"

The doorbell suddenly rang twice in succession.

"Didn't Guangyou bring the key?" Mingmei asked, looking at the door of the apartment.

"It's possible." Xiao Ai put down the cup in her hand, got up and walked to the door, leaving a sentence, "I'll open the door for him."

Seeing Xiao Ai who was speeding towards the door, a smile was added to Mingmei's soft cheeks.

When she came to the door, Xiao Ai stretched out her hand to help Guangyou open the door, still saying:
"You are really careless."

"I didn't even bring the keys when I went out."

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In the middle of speaking, she suddenly stopped.

After the door opened, a fiery red appeared in front of her eyes.

It was a blossoming delicate rose.

Crystal water droplets can still be seen on the bright red petals.

Her gaze swept over it:
One, two, three. Eleven, twelve.

There are twelve roses in total.

The black wrapping paper makes the twelve roses more colorful.

Originally, these roses were individual individuals, but a black printed lace and wrapping paper turned these individuals into a whole.

It also represents Guangyou's mind.

The flower language of roses is related to quantity:

A rose: "I only have you in my heart!"

Two Roses: "There are only two of us in this world!"

Three roses: "I love you!"

Twelve Roses: "Love for you grows day by day!"

The language of flowers is gradually agreed and formed under certain historical conditions, and it is a method of information exchange recognized by a certain range of people.

The same flower even has different flower languages ​​in different countries.

As for the so-called flower language.

Except for the most representative rose, Guangyou believes that many other flower language are gimmicks deliberately created by merchants in order to sell flowers.

But so what?

If you really want to care about these things, then life is very boring.

Flowers are just flowers, and the language of flowers is given to them by people.

Occasionally in life, such condiments are needed to adjust.

If you want to find out what the twelve roses represent, you can only say that "the construction site lacks a talented person who is arguing".

Such people do not include Guangyou.

The flower language of the twelve roses was told to him by the florist's wife.

At that time, he wanted to buy 99 flowers directly, but found that he did not have enough money in his wallet, so he asked the flower shop proprietress.

Ask her, "How many roses are more appropriate to buy?"

The proprietress of the florist asked how much money he had left, and then said:
"You buy twelve."

"The language of flowers is 'Love for you grows day by day.'"

He felt that the flower language was quite in line with what he wanted to express, so he readily took out the money and bought it directly.

The price of these twelve roses is not expensive either.

It can be regarded as Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai-one is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer.

Looking at Xiao Ai who was stunned in front of him, Guangyou showed a smile on his cheek, and said softly:

"Xiao Ai, these flowers are for you."

Xiao Ai didn't recover until she heard Guangyou's voice.

She looked at the bouquet of roses, and then at Guangyou, and instead of reaching out to take it, she asked:

"Aren't you going to buy ingredients?"

"How to buy flowers?"

"There is no particular reason, but I suddenly want to buy it." Guangyou said with a smile, "I remember that I don't seem to send you flowers many times."

After hearing this, Xiao Ai suddenly said with some dissatisfaction:
"Well, you can count on one hand."

Guangyou didn't answer these words, he laughed awkwardly, changed the subject immediately, and said:
"Next time definitely."

"By the way, I forgot to ask you, do you like this flower?"

Seeing the smile on Guangyou's face, the trace of dissatisfaction in Xiao Ai's heart dissipated immediately, replaced by an emotion called "joy".

She didn't show anything on the surface, after taking the bouquet of roses, she turned and walked into the room.

Didn't even say whether I liked it or not.

But Guangyou got the answer he wanted from her slightly brisk footsteps.

He smiled and said to himself:
"Unfortunately no hugs."

He said so, but there was no pity on his face.

Suddenly, Xiao Ai stopped, turned to look at Guangyou, and asked:

"I forgot to ask just now, where are the ingredients?"

"Did you forget to buy it?"

She was so focused on the roses just now that she didn't notice that Guangyou saw the ingredients.

Bending down to pick up the ingredients placed by the door and beckoning to Xiao Ai, Guangyou said with a smile:

"I put it aside just now."

"Where is someone who still holds vegetables in one hand when sending flowers?"

"En." Xiao Ai replied, turned her head and continued to walk into the room.

From this angle that Guangyou couldn't see, a smile slowly appeared on her expressionless face, and the curve of her lips was full of happiness.

After carrying the ingredients and saying hello to Mingmei, Guangyou went straight into the kitchen and started preparing lunch.

In the living room, the two sisters sat on the sofa.

Seeing that there were twelve roses in the bouquet, the corners of Mingmei's lips rose in an arc, and she said:
"Guangyou is quite romantic."

"I have prepared twelve flowers."

Obviously she also knows the flower language of twelve roses.

But Xiao Ai, who doesn't know much about this aspect, doesn't know.

She looked up at Mingmei and asked:

"Sister, do the twelve roses have any special meaning?"

She has heard before that the number of roses is different, and the flower language will be different.

But it didn't work for her before, so she didn't understand it.

She knows a few of them.

"Of course there is." Ming Mei smiled and explained to Xiao Ai, "The flower language of the twelve roses is 'the love for you grows day by day'."

"Is it increasing with each passing day?" Xiao Ai whispered the words of flowers softly.

Then, she chuckled lightly:

"Huh~"

"See to make you happy."

The ridicule is ridicule, and Mingmei is also happy for Xiao Ai.

Seeing that the milk tea was almost done, she got up and poured another cup for the others.

This period of time just allows Xiao Ai to enjoy this feeling alone.

There was a scent of roses in the air near the sofa, Xiao Ai leaned over the bouquet of roses and smelled it lightly.

A smile filled her delicate cheeks.

Now she finally understands why those heroines on TV will accelerate the secretion of dopamine after receiving the flowers, and they will smile all over their faces.

At that time, she felt that even if she was happy to receive the flowers, there was no need to do that, right?
Obviously it's just flowers.

It's really good-looking, but isn't it a bit too exaggerated?
But when she became the heroine who received the flowers, she understood.

The main reason is not flowers.

It is the meaning behind the flower.

More importantly, the person who gave the flowers.

If the person who sends flowers is someone you like, after receiving the flowers, the secretion of dopamine will be accelerated involuntarily, and the corners of the lips will not stop rising.

The heart seems to be filled.

It doesn't matter whether it's a rose or not, even if it's a weed that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, as long as you understand the other person's mind, you will have this kind of reaction.

Staring at the delicate roses for a moment, Xiao Ai gently put the bouquet of roses on the coffee table.

That look is like worrying about hurting these delicate and delicate roses.

Then, she got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)