Re-engraving the Spring

Chapter 34: Be careful with my flowers

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Ji Yanchen didn't mind, this trip was originally a trip for their young couple, he was just a party. Seeing that Lu Ming's indifferent appearance began to have a turmoil, Ji Yanchen felt extremely boring, and Gu Zi shrugged.

"Yan Chen." Chi Qiu called him.

Under Chi Qiu's suggestion, Ji Yanchen had to behave early and recommended several nearby restaurants to them. Of course, the restaurant in the hotel is also good. With his repeated recommendations, Lu Ming and Chi Qiu planned to dine in the hotel.

Now it's all right, when the two entered the restaurant, they realized that they had entered Ji Yanchen's "set".

There was no one else in the restaurant except them and a few waiters. In order to make Chi Qiu's trip a sweet memory, Ji Yanchen reserved the restaurant in the hotel without authorization.

Violinist, rose candles, red wine and champagne, delicacies... everything is available.

The waiter respectfully handed Lu Ming a folding card: "Mr. Lu, this is what Manager Ji asked me to hand over to you. He asked you to open it and read it."

As soon as Lu Ming opened it, he saw two lines of words scrawled inside: You don't need to thank me. I'm very honored to be able to add some fresh insight to Mr. Lu who doesn't understand romance.

Signed: Ji Yanchen (dragon, flying, phoenix and dance in three big characters).

Lu Ming frowned slightly, unable to understand Ji Yanchen's childish behavior.

Sitting opposite him, Chi Qiu asked curiously, "What did Yan Chen give you?"

"A folding card with some blessings written on it." Lu Ming returned the folding card to the waiter and asked her to throw it away. "He wished us a pleasant meal and a smooth trip."

After hearing this, Chi Qiu said with relief, "I didn't expect him to be quite sensible recently."

"I guess Boss Ji taught it well." Lu Ming hurt people without leaving any traces. He reached out to stop the waiter who was about to pour wine for the two, "Bring us two glasses of juice, thank you."

They will go to the concert soon, Lu Ming plans to drive by himself and cannot drink, while Chi Qiu never drinks.

Lu Ming thoughtfully put some other dishes on Chi Qiu's dinner plate: "Eat first, I'll cut the steak for you." He began to carefully cut the steak in front of him into small pieces , and finally put it in front of Chi Qiu.

Juice with steak is really rare in a romantic candlelight dinner.

After dinner, Lu Ming drove them to the theater. Before entering the concert, Lu Ming received a call and asked Chi Qiu to wait for him in the rest area.

Chi Qiu thought he was going to work again, so he held his hand uneasily: "Where are you going?"

Lu Ming patted the back of his hand and signaled him to let go: "Go get something, it's not convenient for you to go together."

"...Then can you come back quickly." Facing the unfamiliar environment, Chi Qiu said timidly, "I don't want to wait here alone for a long time."

Lu Ming assured him: "Five minutes at most."

However, within three minutes, Lu Ming came back with a large bouquet of roses.

Chi Qiu saw him approaching, but pretended not to know. He deliberately lowered his head, trying not to look at the bouquet of flowers that were so red that it was impossible to look away.

Listening to the commotion around him, Chi Qiu's heartbeat continued to speed up, and he felt that his whole heart was swelling and fermenting. He is wrapped in the love of a bouquet of roses as others watch.

Lu Ming's tall figure was particularly eye-catching, and many people cast surprised or envious glances. And Lu Ming held the rose in his hand, unmoved by the eyes of others, he strode towards Chi Qiu.

Stop, squat down. Lu Ming maintained a half-kneeling motion and pushed Rose into Chi Qiu's arms.

"Lu Ming?"

Chi Qiu touched the clusters of soft petals, and he heard Lu Ming say, "Send your roses."

Bigger bouquet of roses than last time, more showy. Anyone can see them at a glance.

Chi Qiu, who has been alone for many years, has not been watched so intensely for a long time. He is not used to attracting attention in public places, so he lowered his head shyly.

Looking at the rose in his hand, Chi Qiu's voice became astringent. In order to conceal his emotion, he deliberately asked: "Do you want me to hold it to the concert?"

"I bought three tickets." Lu Ming stood up, glanced at his watch, and waited for the ticket check to enter. "You can put flowers on the empty seat next to you."

It turned out that Lu Ming had already made preparations, and he didn't buy flowers on a whim because of Ji Yanchen's stimulation.

Chi Qiu couldn't help pursing the corners of his mouth, unable to hide the smile in his heart. He hugged the rose, sniffed it cherishedly, and said softly, "Thank you, I like it very much."

He wished he could take this bouquet of roses with him when he returned to Xingxi City the day after tomorrow.

There were very few listeners who bought tickets for this concert, and the theater arranged was also a small and old theater in City C. However, the name of this theater is "Grand Theater", which will inevitably cause misunderstandings for non-local people.

When Lu Ming came to the theater, he realized that it might not be worth the two of them coming to City C from Xingxi City. It was just that they had bought tickets and people were here.

He was lucky that Chi Qiu couldn't see, otherwise this dilapidated theater would inevitably make people unhappy.

After entering the arena, Lu Ming led Chi Qiu to find a corresponding seat and sit down. Chi Qiu carefully handed the flower to Lu Ming, and Lu Ming put it in the third place they bought, a little recklessly.

Chi Qiu is anxious: "Be careful with my flowers."

Lu Ming: "..." He handled it lightly, the bright roses did not match the shabby theater very much.

A concert lasted only two hours, so Chi Qiu listened carefully. His concentrated appearance looked particularly good under the not-so-bright light in the auditorium, as if the lights on the stage had sprinkled on Chi Qiu's eyelashes, illuminating his eyes little by little.

As the violin music sounded, the sound of the piano fell like raindrops, pattering on the ears of the audience. Lu Ming felt like a spring thunderstorm, he leaned back a little and closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, he saw Chi Qiu gently gazing ahead, as if he was "watching" the stage where countless musicians were playing.

Lu Ming opened his lips but did not make a sound.

The music on the stage has gone from fierce to tender, and now is the moment of relief.

Chi Qiu didn't say anything, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his profile was as beautiful as in the morning. Lu Ming was stunned and remembered the scene when the two first met in the garden many years ago.

Lu Ming vaguely remembered that he was the one who greeted Chi Qiu first.

Not for anything else, just because the 15-year-old Chi Qiu is very delicate, with a gentle aura exuding from his body, without the restlessness of a teenager at all. Lu Ming, who was full of exhaustion, was attracted by him, took a step forward unconsciously, couldn't help talking to him, and forced the milk tea he just bought into his hand.

Lu Ming heard a voice talking in the distance in his mind—

"If only we could be together forever, I will always like you very much." The voice asked unwillingly, "What about you?"

Will you always like me too

In my memory, the voice seemed vague and urgent.

Lu Ming couldn't tell whose voice it was. is his? Or Chi Qiu's? He couldn't remember.

Indistinctly, he saw his 17-year-old self in the garden raised his head, and on that lonely face, there was unexpected agitation of late adolescence.

And the boy's simple and pure wish is the seed of the future flower, which was planted early.

Lu Ming's head suddenly hurt, and he couldn't think about many things in the past. The trauma of the accident, along with the scars inside him, came together to tear his memory apart.

Whether it was about his mother, Lu You, or about Chi Qiu, fragmentary memories made him sometimes good and sometimes bad. It's best not to think of it, it always hurts when I think of it.

Lu Ming restrained his emotions and clenched his back molars. Perhaps under the hypnotic hypnosis, Lu Ming grasped Chi Qiu's hand like a drowning man begging for help.

Chi Qiu, who was listening to the music intently, was taken aback by him, turned her head hastily, and met Lu Ming's deep gaze. Looking at each other, Chi Qiu forced his vision to become empty, and he whispered: "What's wrong?"

The piano sound that spread like a tide rose and fell in the whole place one after another, drowning out Chi Qiu's insignificant voice.

Lu Ming didn't let go of Chi Qiu's hand, he forcibly regained his composure hastily.

"nothing."

That's what he said, but he held Chi Qiu's hand even tighter. Not only that, but his fingertips were rubbing Chi Qiu's fingers, intertwined with them. The rubbing made Chi Qiu's face burn, and his heart felt numb and slightly itchy.