After watching the movie, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
The snow didn't seem to have stopped, and it was floating down like cotton wool.
All the buildings, flower beds and Christmas trees on the side of the road were covered with a layer of white snow.
Song Yaoyao followed behind the man step by step.
On Christmas night, the strong romantic atmosphere here dilutes the commercial atmosphere a lot.
She put her little hands in her pockets, half of her face was shrunk in the scarf, and she followed behind the man with her head down.
"Sir, do you want to buy roses? Buy a rose to make your girlfriend happy!"
The little boy with the basket on his head was wearing a Christmas elk headband, and he stopped Huo Yunque's way with a smile.
Huo Yunque couldn't help turning his head, and found that the little girl was far away, more than ten meters away.
Mental listlessness, seems very unhappy.
He hooked his lips, "How much?"
"One piece is 20 yuan! Sir, the roses I sell are definitely the cheapest on this street! It's really a bit more expensive during the holidays! Sir, would you like to buy a few more? Girls all..."
"I want it all."
Song Yaoyao didn't want to move anymore as she walked, her mood was suddenly low. She squatted in front of a shop to hide from the snow, watching the colored balls flickering in the distance in a trance.
The field of vision was suddenly blocked by a patch of tacky red and crude newspaper packaging.
It is a rose in full bloom, stained with bright snowflakes.
Song Yaoyao was familiar with the hand holding the rose, with well-defined joints and slender and clean fingers.
She squatted on the ground and raised her head, and suddenly felt that she had returned to the time when she was not so familiar with Huo Yunque. He also stood in front of her condescendingly, while Song Yaoyao maintained the same posture.
The only difference was that this time, Huo Yunque was holding flowers.
The rose that represents love—
My mind was blank, and then countless gorgeous fireworks exploded.
The so-called low mood has all disappeared.
Song Yaoyao jumped up and jumped into Huo Yunque's arms excitedly.
"Brother, did you buy roses for me?"
"no."
Huo Yunque held the little girl in his arms with one hand, his thin lips curled slightly, "I picked it up on the road."
Song Yaoyao didn't believe it, she didn't think the newspaper-wrapped roses were ugly at all, so she took a big handful and held them all in her arms. The smile on the small face was extremely bright, and the sparkle in the eyes was flickering, extremely beautiful.
"Brother is lying!"
She hopped and followed behind Huo Yunque, revived with full blood.
The little girl is too easy to coax.
Huo Yunque smiled lowly, noncommittal.
"Brother, Merry Christmas!"
She chased Huo Yunque, and the two walked into the heavy snow.
The man was puzzled, "Song Yaoyao, it's getting late, you have to go home and rest."
"But I'm not sleepy at all!"
Song Yaoyao held the rose, "Brother, you haven't given me a Christmas present yet!"
"oh?"
Huo Yunque tilted his head, leaned against the side of the car, and pointed to Rose, "Isn't this one?"
The little girl's eyes were bright, she hugged the rose and turned her body sideways, trying to hide the flower, "Brother said you picked the flower, of course it doesn't count!"
"Well-"
The man nodded, "Then what do you want?"
"A wish!" Song Yaoyao bent her eyes, raised her tender fingers, and her delicate face was very vivid when she spoke, "Santa Claus will help you make a wish come true when you make a wish at Christmas!"
"Song Yaoyao, that's all a trick to deceive people." Huo Yunque exposed it.
"Then brother can lie to me too!"