Waiting for you to fall a flower

Ye Beicheng rubbed her forehead speechlessly and held her hand with a heavy heart, "Can you stop taking a left Yang Qianxue and a right Yang Qianxue early in the morning? You said she was a thorn in your heart. If I mentioned her, you would think I was stabbing you. Why don't you feel pain if you brought it up yourself?

"Of course, I don't like her, but you like her."

"Then I like you too."

Jing Ya snorted, "Don't -"

"Why not?"

"If the way you like me is to make me suffer like last night, then you must not like me. I can't afford to suffer, and one day I will explode!"

"What happens when it explodes?" Ye Beicheng asked curiously.

"I might give your sweetheart..." Jingya made a killing move.

In fact, she said it on purpose. In fact, she wouldn't do it. If she didn't have the guts and the stupidity, of course, Ye Beicheng wouldn't believe it.

He got up and put on his clothes. Jing Ya reminded him reluctantly, "I mean it. Don't take it lightly!"

"Whatever. You want to go with shi He Rou. What can I do?"

After that, he went into the bathroom to wash and comb. When he came out, he was already in a new look. A black handmade suit set off his imposing demeanor.

Jing Ya was a little discouraged by his nonchalant attitude. She walked to the french window and stared out at the bright sunlight. She used to feel warm, but today she felt blinding.

She thought that Ye Beicheng would go downstairs for breakfast when he was ready, and then go to the office, but he suddenly came behind Jing Ya, put his hand around her waist, leaned over her ear and said, "Help me celebrate my birthday tonight?"

Jing Ya turned his face in surprise and asked in disbelief, "Me?"

"Yes, of course it's you."

"Am I part of such an important day?"

She thought Ye Beicheng was lying. If Yang Qianxue had died, it would have been fine. But now that she was still alive, how could she have forgotten such an important day...

"You are my wife."

Ye Beicheng let go of his hand and walked up to her and said firmly, "Tonight is just the two of us. You decide the location."

Jing Ya stared at him, still feeling a little unreal.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and get ready for work. Don't think you can be late for a promotion now."

He smiled and patted her on the head. He turned and walked out. When he reached the door, he did not forget to remind her, "Don't forget the gift."

The corners of her lips rose slightly, and suddenly she felt the sun warm again...

Jing Ya spent the whole day thinking about Ye Beicheng's birthday, what gifts to give him, what kind of cake to buy, what to wear tonight, and what blessings to say.

It was Ye Beicheng's thirtieth birthday. As the saying goes, a man stands at thirty. Thirty is special to every man, so Yu Jingya wanted to give Ye Beicheng a special and unforgettable thirtieth birthday.

At half past two in the afternoon, Jing Ya left the company and went straight to the biggest shopping mall in the city to choose a birthday present for North city ye.

He wandered around for an hour and a half, but nothing hit him.

Jing Ya sat in the kfc dejectedly, staring at the glass of orange juice in front of him and sighing. Ye Beicheng had plenty of money, and he didn't lack anything. Even if she was not satisfied with the vulgar things in the mall, how could she expect the birthday star to like them?

What should I do?

She propped up her forehead with one hand and tapped the table with the other, lost in thought...

The man said, "Honey, tomorrow is the second anniversary of our wedding. What gift do you want?"

The woman replied lazily, "Anything is fine. It's best to be as surprised as a year."

"Shall I give you a diamond ring?"

"No! It's too vulgar. Can you compare it to a love letter from bamboo slips?"

The man sighed, "What's good about that..."

Jing Ya's thoughts were disrupted by them, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Giving gifts these days has become a public nuisance.

It took a lot of effort to be surprised and special.

Suddenly, she froze. What did the couple just say? Bamboo slip love letter?

She turned around curiously and shamelessly chatted up the person behind her, "Hello, what is the bamboo slip love letter you just mentioned?"

The woman was also very enthusiastic and immediately told her, "It's to carve the vows of eternal love and the words of holding hands on the bamboo, and then give them to the person you want to give them to."

"Is that... Very special?" Jing Ya asked expectantly.

"Of course, compared to those jewelry, clothes, flowers, I don't know how much more special, I tell you, the gift is not to say that it must be expensive, it is important to have a state of mind, it is to let the recipient feel that it is different, it is the softest place to touch his heart!"

Jing Ya stood up in surprise, "Yes, yes, that's what I want."

"For your partner?" The woman asked curtly.

"Yes!" She nodded sheepishly, and then Nuonuo asked, "Where did you buy that love letter from bamboo slips?"

"There's yunxiang temple. There's a lot of bamboo over there. It's sold in several stores."

Jing Ya thanked the woman and rushed to yunxiang temple without stopping. She had to buy the most memorable and special gift from the woman before dark!

Yunxiang temple is not very far. It can be reached in 15 minutes by taxi. The mountain is not high. If you run faster, you can reach the top of the mountain in five minutes.

Jing Ya arrived at his destination before four o' clock, probably because he didn't think there was much business in the afternoon, only one shop was still open.

She walked into the store expectantly and was immediately attracted by the hanging bamboo slips. At first glance, she felt very satisfied. Then, Ye Beicheng would definitely like it.

"Miss, do you want to make bamboo slips?"

She nodded, "Yes, I want to give it to my husband. It's his birthday today."

"Today?" The shop owner shook his head in embarrassment, "This is custom-made. Each one has to be carved by the laser in the factory and then cut and processed. It's too late today. It will take at least three days to finish."

"Three days?" Jing Ya opened his mouth in surprise and suddenly became anxious, "That's not possible. How can I accept gifts after my birthday? Boss, can you help me think of a way?"

"I can't help it either. Since I know it's my birthday today, why didn't I order it earlier?"

Jing Ya sighed. "I just found out about this. The boss is helping..."

The shop owner looked at her expectantly and thought for a moment, "Or do you want to make one yourself? How about I only charge you for your material?"

As soon as she heard that there was hope, she immediately said, "Money is not a problem. I can do it myself. The key is, is it easy to do this thing?"

"Not easy." The shop owner pointed at a pile of materials with certainty, "You have to cut the bamboo into pieces according to the specified size, then string them together with string, and finally write down what you want to say with the brush I provided."

"Does that sound easy?"

"It's not difficult, it's not easy to do, because the thorns on the bamboo can hurt the hand. We usually don't recommend that the customer do it himself. But some customers want the other half to understand her intentions, so they insist on doing it themselves."

Jing Ya was more willing to listen to the shopkeeper, because she also wanted Ye Beicheng to understand her intentions.

"Okay, I'll do it myself."

She sat down on a stool and said to the store owner, "Give me the material."

"But your hand might get hurt?"

"It's okay."

"Handmade is not as good as machine-made."

"It's okay."

...

No matter what the store owner said, Jing Ya said it didn't matter. After hearing what he had said before, it made more sense.

Seeing that she had made up her mind, the boss could not say anything more, so he handed her the materials and gave her a simple demonstration. Jing Ya began to do it himself.

At first, I thought it was quite simple. I only knew that it was really hard to do it by myself. I accidentally cut my hand with bamboo strips. Although it was only a small wound, it always hurt when my fingers were connected to my heart.

She carefully cut the pieces of bamboo into pieces and scraped the edges off. Because she was too careful, beads of sweat began to seep out of her forehead. She didn't even have time to wipe them, so she wanted to make this ingenious gift before dark.

The shop owner looked at jingya from a distance and frowned. He couldn't bear to go over and say, "Girl, why don't I help you?"

Jing Ya looked up and smiled gratefully, "Thank you. No need. I'll do it myself."

"Hehe, it's rare for you to have this determination and perseverance. It's a great honor for your other half to marry you."

She blushed, lowered her head and continued to move her hands, whispering, "I just hope he understands."

Two hours passed before she knew it. Jing Ya finally completed a bamboo love letter that looked rough but actually contained her full of love under the strong will.

The shop owner asked her to write a few words on it with a brush. She pondered for a moment and felt that it was unnecessary to write anything except a blessing, although she actually had a lot to say.

However, if she only wrote her blessings, she would not be satisfied. After all, it was a love letter made from bamboo slips, and she made it herself. If there was no love words, then the two hours of hard work would be in vain.

After much thought, she finally wrote a love poem by Xu Zhimo: "There should be at least one time in her life that she forgets herself for someone. She doesn't want results, doesn't want company, doesn't want to have it, doesn't even want you to love me, just wants to meet you in my most beautiful years."

By the time she got down, it was already half past six. She hurriedly took a taxi to a cake room. Fortunately, it was booked before she went up the mountain. Otherwise, she would have waited for the cake maker to make it.

Jing Ya came to one of the most romantic restaurants in the city with a cake in one hand and a gift box filled with bamboo slips in the other.

The restaurant even had a very emotional name, "Love pavilion." It was said that a couple walked together after 20 years of separation. The owner of the restaurant built it to commemorate this hard-won relationship. Jing Ya had heard before that when lovers came here often, the relationship would become stronger and stronger. To a certain extent, it would become a solid. No matter how many years passed, the relationship would not melt or cool down.

Although it was just a legend, she was actually willing to believe it.