"Hello, Mr. Qi Yan, this is a bouquet of flowers given to you." The courier boy smiled brightly: "Please give me a good review."
"..." Qi Yan took it silently and asked, "Who gave it to me?"
"Huh?" The courier boy's eyes widened: "Don't you know? Then how can you give me a good review..."
Qi Yan: "..." Oh, so you are struggling with the good reviews? !
The courier boy sighed and said, "I don't know who sent it. Why don't you think about it, Mr. Qi Yan, who can send you flowers?"
Qi Yan nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."
After the courier boy left, Qi Yan took out a card from the bouquet with handwritten English on it.
—MY LOVE.
European-style fonts seem to have been practiced for a long time, and they also seem to be born with nobility and luxury. Qi Yan thought for a while and realized that this was not Feng Yangao's font...but he did not rule out the possibility that he found someone else to write it or wrote it himself.
Ninety-nine roses, this is the basis of courtship. Roses are a must for almost every courtship.
Despite Qi Yan's cold temperament, he really likes this fiery red rose, which blooms in even more gorgeous colors.
Qi Yan won't think about who gave it to him, because none of this is important... If that person wants to know, he will take the initiative to appear in front of him.
Place the flowers in the most conspicuous place, because their life is limited to a few days.
After collecting the flowers, Qi Yan continued to do his own thing.
Because it was Christmas, Qi Yan was not going to go hiking and wanted to have a good rest at home. It was already noon when the house was tidied up. Qi Yan ate something casually and waited quietly for the night.
Has anyone ever said that Christmas night is the most beautiful
The lights are bright, the tall trees are hung with colorful lights, the white snow on the road lines the purple-blue night sky, and the shops on the street are also colorful... Qi Yan likes nights like this the most.
The afternoon passed quietly while taking a nap. At around three o'clock, Qi Yan got up, packed up and got ready to go out.
It's very close to the Central Square, only a fifteen-minute walk. Every Christmas, various stalls are set up in the Central Square, selling everything. Each stall circles around the big Christmas tree, attracting the attention of passers-by.
Qi Yan also likes such activities very much. He goes there every year, no matter how far away it is.
It feels like Christmas every year is more lively than the one before. This is what Qi Yan thought. He came to an Oden stall and bought some warm meatballs to eat. Then he rubbed his frozen hands and followed them. The crowd walked away.
Behold, all these are his favorite colours.
pity…
Qi Yan didn't know what he was regretting.
"Look, look, there's a Slow Bear ahead!" A child suddenly shouted to his mother: "It's sending balloons! Mom, I want it too!"
The woman ran over with her child and asked the man in a big doll suit for a heart-shaped balloon.
Qi Yan looked at the stupid bear, thought for a while, and walked forward.
"Can you give me a balloon?"
Slowpoke seemed to be happy, and awkwardly took out a balloon and handed it to Qi Yan. Also heart shaped.
Qi Yan took it, collected the rope twice, and touched the balloon: "Feng Yangao, this really doesn't look like you."
The words seemed to be blown away by the wind, without any response. Qi Yan sat on the bench behind Slowpoke Bear, holding a balloon in his hand, smiling as a group of children ran over and surrounded Slowpoke Bear.
He just said it casually... Or, he was looking forward to it. This was a surprise for him from Feng Yangao.
Night fell, all the lights turned on, and the gray sky turned purple and blue. Qi Yan looked at his watch and saw that it was already eight o'clock.
Christmas is not like the Spring Festival in that there are no programs, but it is a festival for couples to show their affection. There were many young couples in the square, eating and playing games together. Even though their cheeks and the tip of their noses were red from the cold, they didn't feel too cold.
Slow Bear didn't leave, and neither did Qi Yan.
Until the balloons in Slow Bear's hand ran out. Qi Yan saw it moving with heavy steps towards a dark alley, stood up, and silently followed it in that direction, one step at a time, imprinting on the soft snow.
When they arrived at the alley, Qi Yan stood outside the alley and stopped when he saw the stupid bear with his back turned to him.
Unable to conceal his joy, he curled his lips and said with a faint smile, "Feng Yangao."
Slow Bear slowly raised his hands and took off his thick hood.
Just by showing his head for the first time, Qi Yan was sure that he was Feng Yangao.
The man turned back with a wry smile, his forehead covered with sweat. He looked at Qi Yan with lonely eyes and whispered, "How did you recognize me?"
"Because you are inviting me." Qi Yan smiled: "You are inviting me and asking you for a balloon."
"I just want to see you up close..."
"Is it close enough now?"
"It's been two years, have you changed?" Feng Yangao changed the subject as if reminiscing about the past: "I'm looking forward to meeting you again, but it's not like you are now..." He looked at the thick doll clothes on his body, a little... Lost.
Qi Yan followed his line of sight and saw the doll clothes, but his mood was exactly the opposite.
"I like this way of meeting very much." Qi Yan took two steps forward: "It's very interesting and I'm very happy."
"you… "
"I forgive you."
"What?"
Feng Yangao asked back as if he was unsure, his eyes widened with disbelief.
"I have forgiven you a long time ago." Qi Yan said calmly: "But I just decided not to avoid you anymore."
"..." Feng Yangao pursed his lips, and the hands shrunk in the doll costume gradually tightened, showing his confusion and nervousness.
He is the CEO, and he has never encountered such an uneasy thing... It can be said that except Qi Yan, no one or anything can make him uneasy.
Qi Yan took a few steps forward again, closing the distance between the two people.
"Didn't you say you wanted to pursue me? Now you want to back down?"
"No… "
"That means you started pursuing me." Qi Yan suddenly raised the heart-shaped balloon in his hand: "You gave me a heart."
Feng Yangao looked at the balloon, then at Qi Yan, raised his lips and smiled, revealing his usual evil and proud chuckle.
"Yes, I gave you a heart."
Suddenly stepping forward, Feng Yangao hugged Qi Yan, wrapping his extra thin body tightly in the arms of the thick doll suit.
"You saw me being so unbearable and ridiculous, and you have to take responsibility."
Qi Yan smiled, pushed him away, stood up on tiptoes and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"This kind of responsibility, okay?"
"certainly."
The shadows on the wall reflected two people embracing and kissing.
[Give you a heart, please let me start over.]