Picking The Stars (MTL)

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Song Er held the flower, his eyes bright as the shimmering lake under the sun. She was so sweet in her heart that she wanted to say a lot of words, but her head seemed to be feverish and messy, and her face was hot, so she could only stand blankly, unable to say anything.

Pei Ji was not satisfied with his expression.

She worked very hard, but still did not express herself completely.

And when she meets people, she wants to say that she is going to have a cat. Fortunately, she resists it, otherwise she will be looked at with strange eyes.

Also, she missed Song Yee so much that she couldn’t even focus on work, and she was impatient but not upset or sad all day long. She just couldn’t wait to wait for Song Ye to be by her side.

And the moment she saw the flower shop across the street through the glass window, the miss was suddenly suppressed, but after thinking that she could send a bunch of flowers to the kitten, the suppressed miss was like tide, rainstorm, and volcano.

There are many, many reasons why she will bring this bunch of flowers home.

But Pei Ji couldn't say it. Her level of talk only allowed her to surround the bouquet of flowers and said unfamiliarly how much she missed Song Er.

After she finished speaking, she thought with a bit of frustration that she did not perform well on the spot, so if she could not answer immediately, she would write an essay, and she would be able to express clearly one by one.

She regretted, but her expression could not keep up with the changes in her mood. She was as calm as ever, and found that Song Wei was not talking. She asked, "Don't you like it?"

Song Er hurriedly said: "I like it." She said, and hugged the words harder, trying to prove her liking with actual actions, but soon she remembered that the flowers might be crushed, and she was so busy and relieved. , Turned around and looked for a vase that could hold the flowers.

When Pei Ji took out the long, wide-mouthed cup last time, Song Er looked unsatisfied. She disliked this cup for being too delicate. But now there is no suitable substitute, she can barely make do, thinking in her heart is to buy a vase tomorrow.

Pei Ji thought it was enough to fill the cup with water and put the flowers in it, just like she did last time.

As a result, Song Er took out another pair of scissors.

She opened the bouquet, took out one by one, trimmed the branches and leaves, and cut the lower ends of the flower branches into oblique cuts. Pei Ji was watching, she felt Song Wei's cherishment of the gift she gave her, and became happy.

Because the disappointment and regret of not playing well on the spot gradually disappeared, Pei Ji's heart was left with pure happiness.

After Song Wei put all the flowers in, he reminded himself that when buying a vase tomorrow, he must remember to buy some nutrient solution.

She cleaned up the cut branches and leaves and washed them. When he came back, Pei Ji was looking at the flowers, hearing her footsteps, and looking up at her again.

Song Er thought of what she had just said, but his heart was still hot.

The brightest light is clearly on in the room, but I don't know why, the light seems to be dim, and everything except Pei Ji has become blurred.

Song Wei walked up to her, did not sit down, but stood in front of her, looking down at her.

Pei Ji met her at first, but after a long time, she turned away and looked away. Song Er held her face, told her to turn back, and continued to look into her eyes.