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Chapter Twenty Two: Confession Three

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    So Li Shaohui asked: "Girl, do you know the story of the Nanjing plane tree?"

    "Is there any special meaning?"

    "It is said that Song Meiling, the first lady of the Republic of China, loved the French sycamores very much. Chiang Kai-shek bought them in large quantities and planted them in every corner of Nanjing because of his love for Bojia people." Li Shaohui played with the fallen leaves in his hand, his face full of longing.

    "That's right! I didn't expect those big men to have such delicate and gentle thoughts." Lin Yueer said softly, her eyes full of envy.

    "Every man has a tender side." Li Shaohui said half a sentence, paused slightly, turned his head to look at Lin Yueer, his eyes were deep, his lips moved, as if brewing, for a long time, his extremely serious and  The extremely affectionate words came out slowly from his mouth: "Especially in front of that beloved woman."

    "Really?" Lin Yueer raised her head and looked at Li Shaohui. This time, her face was not as shy as Li Shaohui expected, nor was she surprised. What was just endlessly lonely, her voice was soft and faint, like a piece of rootless catkins  Fading with the wind, with endless sadness and sorrow.

    Li Shaohui's heart suddenly tightened, as if being held tightly by someone, he thought to himself: "Girl, who did you think of? Did you also have a heart-wrenching past? A kind and excellent girl like you  Who would have the heart to hurt you?"

    Lin Yue'er stared at Li Shaohui in a daze, speechless for a while, and Li Shaohui was also silent, looking at Lin Yue'er in silence, he looked at Lin Yueer's look of joy and sadness, suddenly, great pride and determination arose in his heart  Lin Yueer's belief that he had exhausted his life's efforts

    "Shaohui, look there." Lin Yueer pointed to the distance.

    Li Shaohui followed Lin Yue'er's finger and saw that there were two rows of tall sycamore trees standing on both sides of the road. He had been watching the clouds rise and fall here for decades, recording every detail of the city.  And there are a few beautiful magpies chirping and jumping on the tree

    Li Shaohui suddenly thought of the sad and lingering story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and today happened to be a rainy and sentimental weather, everything seemed to be destined

    Li Shaohui and Lin Yueer walked forward slowly, the air was filled with an ambiguous and soft atmosphere, neither of them wanted to talk, as if they were afraid of disturbing this rare leisure time.

    When passing by a flower shop, Li Shaohui saw the roses on the window, the red was bright, the blue was enchanting, and the white was holy.  Li Shaohui originally wanted to respond to the situation, hold a bouquet of roses in his hand, and confess his love in a secular and high-profile way like everyone else.

    But after thinking about it, he felt that it was not suitable. This way of courtship was too vulgar. How could Lin Yueer be compared to those vulgar fans?  Is the relationship between myself and her the kind of love between a man and a woman in the world that can be compared to Lun?  Besides, behind the beauty of the rose is the sharp poisonous thorn. How can it be used as a metaphor for the woman you love and the love you yearn for?  And Zhang Ailing also said in the book "White Rose and Red Rose" that the red rose is a smear of mosquito blood on the wall after a long time, and the white rose will become a grain of sticky rice on the clothes after a long time.  Is your soul mate going to be like that in the future?

    But if you don't confess like this, what should you do?  Today is a golden opportunity!

    Anxiously, Li Shaohui looked around and found a few white jasmine flowers blooming in the flowerbed not far away.

    Li Shaohui was overjoyed, and hurried over, confessed to those flowers for a while, and then plucked them off cruelly.

    When Li Shaohui approached Lin Yueer with a few small jasmine flowers in his hands, he was still uneasy. Is this way of confession too low?  But for a girl like Lin Yueer, it seems that no matter which method she uses, she seems too mundane, because in her heart she is the kind of existence that can only be seen from a distance and not played with.

    "Girl, send-for you-I want to" Li Shaohui carefully held a few small flowers, held them up to Lin Yueer, and began to stutter softly.  He stared at Lin Yue'er for a moment, his eyes were as clear as a pool of spring water, but his face was full of expectations, longing, shyness and other expressions of worrying about gain and loss, and beads of sweat slowly oozed from his forehead due to nervousness  ¡­

    Lin Yueer only looked up at Li Shaohui, then understood what he meant in surprise, and turned around in embarrassment, not daring to look again.

    And Li Shaohui breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "Girl, actually, when I heard you speak for the first time in the coffee shop downstairs of your uncle's company, my heart kept beating.  I was thinking that there is such a beautiful voice in the world ¡ª¡ª clean, crisp, without any impurities.

    If there is really love at first sight in this world, I think I fell in love with you at first sight.

    laterIn life, you can once again spend time with your loved one.  He lowered his head to look at Lin Yueer, the blush on Lin Yueer's face hadn't completely dissipated, and it was dotted on her fair skin like peach blossoms on a human face. There was an indescribable charm.  The smile is as light and warm as the spring breeze blowing over the peach blossoms.

    At this time, Lin Yueer closed her eyes, put a few small flowers on the tip of her nose, and sniffed gently.

    Li Shaohui took the opportunity to say again; "The flower language of jasmine is loyalty, purity, and simplicity, which is exactly in line with your temperament, and the song 'Jasmine' originated in Nanjing was popular all over the country and was known as China's second national anthem.  It has been selected as the city song of Nanjing! Girl, let us hope that it will come true, shall we?"

    "Well. It will definitely get what it wants, just like us." Lin Yue'er finally recovered from the shyness just now, nodded seriously, and the little hand that was clenched by Li Shaohui also clasped it in reverse  Li Shaohui's palm.  She flicked the dewdrops on the flowers lightly, and said, "Shaohui, why don't you sing the song "Jasmine Flower" to me?"

    "I am! I am tone deaf, it will scare you."

    "It's okay, I'm not afraid."

    "But that song is too old, I almost forgot the basic tune."

    "Then think about it carefully, I just want to hear it. This is my first request as your girlfriend!" Lin Yue'er was not forgiving, and there was a trace of it in her slightly coquettish tone.  The smell of menace.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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