I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

These words are for Xiao Ai.

But why didn't it tell her herself?

"Some things are still not known..."

In front of Guangyou and Xiaoai, she often smiles, but she also hides things in her heart, and she still can't say it.

She would rather not know those things.

Fortunately, his feelings for her are real.

Thinking of this, Mingmei feels much better.

The subtle bitterness in the smile on the corners of the lips also disappeared.

Only the sweetness of milk tea left in the mouth.

...

"Ding Dong~"

"Ding Dong~"

The door bell suddenly rang twice in succession.

"Didn't Guangyou bring the key?" Mingmei asked, looking at the apartment door.

"It's possible." Xiao Ai put down the cup in her hand, got up and walked to the door, leaving a sentence, "I'll open the door for him."

Seeing the little sorrow who speeds up to the door, Mingmei's soft cheek added a little more smile.

When she came to the door, Xiao Ai stretched out her hand to help Guangyou open the door, still saying:

"You are really careless."

"Going out without even the key."

"..."

Halfway through the conversation, she suddenly stopped.

After the door opened, a fiery red appeared in front of her eyes.

It is a blossoming delicate rose.

Crystal water droplets can be seen on the bright red petals.

Her eyes swept over:

One, two, three... eleven, twelve.

There are a total of twelve roses.

The black wrapping paper will line the twelve roses more vividly.

Originally these roses were individual individuals, but a black printed lace and wrapping paper turned these individuals into a whole.

It also represents the mind of Guangyou.

The flower language of roses is related to quantity:

A rose: "Only you in my heart!"

Two roses: "There are only two of us in this world!"

Three roses: "I love you!"

...

Twelve roses: "The love for you is increasing day by day!"

Huayu is formed gradually under certain historical conditions, and it is a generally accepted method of information communication among a certain range of people.

The same flower even has different flower language in different countries.

As for this so-called flower language.

Except for the most representative rose, Guangyou believes that many other flower words are deliberate gimmicks made by merchants to sell flowers.

But so what?

If you really care about these things, isn't life boring.

Flowers are just flowers, and the language of flowers is given to it by people.

Occasionally, you need to adjust such condiments in your life.

If you have to find out what the twelve roses mean, you can only say that "there is a lack of talent on the construction site."

Guangyou is not included in this kind of person.

The flower language of the twelve roses was spoken to him by the lady of the flower shop.

At that time, he wanted to buy ninety-nine flowers directly, but found that there was not enough money in his wallet, so he asked the lady of the flower shop.

Ask her, "How many roses are more appropriate to buy".

The florist lady asked how much money he still had, and then said:

"You can buy twelve."

"Flower language is'Love for you is increasing day by day.'"

He felt that this flower language was quite in line with what he wanted to express, so he happily paid out and bought it directly.

These twelve roses are not expensive.

It was Zhou Yu's fight against Huang Gai-one willing to fight, the other willing to suffer.

Seeing Xiao Ai stunned in front of him, Guangyou smiled softly on his cheeks:

"Little Ai, these flowers are for you."

Xiao Ai didn't recover until she heard Guangyou's voice.

She looked at the rose, then at Guangyou, did not reach out to take it, but asked:

"Didn't you buy the ingredients?"

"How did you buy flowers?"

"There is no special reason, but I suddenly wanted to buy it" Guangyou said with a smile, "I remember that I don't seem to give you many flowers."

After hearing this, Xiao Ai suddenly said with a little dissatisfaction:

"Well, it can be counted with one hand."

Guangyou didn't answer this. After an awkward laugh, he immediately changed the subject and said:

"Be sure next time."

"By the way, I forgot to ask you, do you like this flower?"

Looking at the smile on Guangyou's face, the trace of dissatisfaction in Xiao Ai's heart dissipated, and replaced by an emotion called "joy".

She didn't show half of it on the surface, after taking the handful of roses, she turned and walked into the room.

I didn't say whether I like it or not.

But Guangyou got the answer he wanted from her slightly brisk footsteps.

He smiled and said to himself:

"Unfortunately there was no hug."

He said so, but there was no pity on his face.

Suddenly, Xiao Ai stopped, turned to look at Guangyou, and asked:

"I forgot to ask, where are the ingredients?"

"Did you forget to buy it?"

Her attention just now was all on the rose, but she didn't notice that Guangyou saw the ingredients.

Bending down and picking up the ingredients placed next to the door, he gestured to Xiao Ai, Guangyou said with a smile:

"I just put it aside."

"Where does one hand carry vegetables when someone is giving flowers?"

"Yeah." Xiao Ai responded and turned to continue walking into the room.

From an angle that Guangyou couldn't see, a smile slowly appeared on her expressionless face, and the curvature of her lips was full of happiness.

Carrying the ingredients and saying hello to Mingmei, Guangyou walked straight into the kitchen and began to prepare lunch.

In the living room, the two sisters are sitting on the sofa.

Seeing that there were twelve roses in the handful of roses, Mingmei's lips rose up, forming a curve, she said:

"Guangyou is quite romantic."

"Twelve flowers are prepared."

Obviously she also knows the flower language of twelve roses.

But Xiao Ai, who didn't know much about this aspect, didn't.

She looked up at Mingmei and asked:

"Sister, does the twelve roses have any special meaning?"

She had heard that the number of roses is different, and the language of flowers is also different.

But it was useless to her before, so she didn't understand.

She knew a few of them.

"Of course there is." Mingmei explained to Xiao Ai with a smile, "The flower language of twelve roses is'the love for you is increasing day by day.'"

"Is it increasing day by day..." Xiao Ai whispered at the corner of her lips, repeating this flower language softly.

Then she chuckled lightly:

"Heh~"

"Look at making you happy."

The ridicule belongs to the ridicule, Ming Mei is also happy for Xiao Ai.

Seeing that the milk tea was almost drunk, she got up and went to pour a few more people.

During this period of time, Xiao Ai can enjoy this feeling alone.

There was a scent of rose in the air near the sofa, Xiao Ai leaned over the handful of roses and smelled it lightly.

A smile filled his delicate cheeks.

Now she finally knows why the heroines on TV will accelerate the secretion of dopamine after receiving flowers, and she is still smiling.

At that time, she felt that even if she was happy to receive flowers, she didn't have to do that, right?

Obviously it's just flowers.

It looks good, but isn't it a bit too exaggerated?

But when she became the heroine who received the flowers, she understood.

The main reason is not flowers.

It is the meaning behind the flower.

More importantly, the flower giver.

If the flower is sent by someone you like, after receiving the flower, the secretion of dopamine will be accelerated involuntarily, and the corners of the lips will not stop rising.

The heart seemed to be filled.

It doesn't matter whether it is a rose or not, even if it is weeds that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, as long as you understand the other party's mind, you will have this reaction.

Staring at the delicate rose for a moment, Xiao Ai gently placed the handful of roses on the coffee table.

It looked like he was worried about hurting these delicate and delicate roses.

Afterwards, she got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen.

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