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Chapter 165 The Flower Language of the Red Rose【3k】

In winter, the weather turns cold.

Even in the capital of Qinglan Country, there are not many people on the streets at the moment, and some are just poor people who are running around for their livelihood.

The real Yulan left the inn and walked back home alone.

He has a house in the capital for retirement.

He had always had a wish before, which was to drive his daughter Ziyan out of the house.

In other families, the daughters get married at the age of eighteen or nineteen, even at the age of 16.

May I ask which father does not love his daughter?
But Yulan Zhenren has loved her for 28 years.

It's time to let go.

He sighed, thinking about these would only add to his troubles, he might as well think about what new tricks he could make for his daughter for dinner.

"My lord, give me some money." A dirty beggar suddenly stepped out from the side of the road.

"Give you."

The burly middle-aged man threw two silver coins into the beggar's porcelain bowl, and then swaggered in one direction under the beggar's surprised eyes.

……

"Can I touch your head?" Zi Yan said absently.

When she saw this man, she had already guessed what her father was thinking.

It turned out that my father knew what was on his mind.

For some reason, she felt very sad, but also very happy.

Song Xiao was obviously taken aback.

But then he nodded happily, why not be able to be patted on the head by such a beautiful beauty?
So he stood up and poked his head over with a slightly clumsy movement.

The white and slender palm was slowly raised, as if it had been endowed with slow motion.

With the palms covering the bun, the man's body couldn't help but trembled, and then he closed his eyes.

I don't know why, but what came to Zi Yan's mind was not the image of him touching the top of Xiao Ran's head before.

It was the picture of Xiao Ran stroking her head.

At that moment, some things have changed, even deteriorated.

Zi Yan couldn't help laughing, like the rare warmth in the cold winter.

Song Xiao was secretly happy, thinking that he had won Zi Yan's happiness.

With the palm away, Zi Yan set her sights on the roses by the table.

"Sorry, we're not suitable."

Song Xiao said "Ah?", his eyes were surprised.

Zi Yan did not give any explanation. At this moment, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the roses on the table swayed slightly.

A bright red petal separated from its body and fell into the air. Zi Yan's eyes followed the position of the petal as it fell.

……

At the entrance of Hongchen Inn, a beggar with a dirty body was staring at the sky blankly.

Suddenly, he seemed to be attracted by something.

It was a red petal slowly falling down, and his ugly face suddenly became more lively.

Xiao Ran moved his body and lay on the railing. He stretched out his right hand, and the petals fell on his palm.

Xiao Ran picked up the petals with his fingers, put them under the tip of his nose and sniffed them.

"Abba. (Smells so good)"

"Abba! (With it!)"

Xiao Ran had a flash of inspiration, and was instantly filled with anticipation for his thoughts.

He looked at a group of beggars who were shivering from the cold, and roared.

"Abba! (Come here quickly!)"

The beggars suddenly got excited, and hurriedly trotted across the street towards this side.

"Master, are you calling us!"

Xiao Ran: "..."

Uh... I understand it well, probably that's what it means.

It's just you, can you stop being so secondary! ! !
Next, Xiao Ran tried his best to use gestures, including facial expressions, and the participation of props, to express his thoughts for the beggars.

After 10 minutes, the beggars looked at each other in blank dismay, one of them didn't understand.

Xiao Ran beat them up.

Then, Xiao Ran spent another 5 minutes repeating the previous expression, but speeding up his movements.

The beggars swallowed and showed half-understanding expressions.

The air froze for a moment.

Xiao Ran beat them up again.

It took about half a day. Xiao Ran was panting from exhaustion and the beggars were all bruised and swollen. They finally understood what Xiao Ran meant.

"If you had said it earlier, Master, if you had said it earlier, we would have understood..."

Xiao Ran thought to himself, did I not express clearly enough? !
"I thought the leader gave us a few copper coins to investigate the origin of this petal! I have even imagined the basic outline of a flower picker in my mind."

"I didn't expect to ask us to buy roses!"

Xiao Ran complained in his heart, the flower picker seems to have no actual connection with flowers!
……

I have to say that the beggars' action is worthy of praise. It didn't take long for them to come over with many bunches of roses, and some containers with water to keep the roses fresh.

But these flowers spent all of Xiao Ran's savings, which made him feel pained.

The reason why I want to buy roses is because——

Well, Xiao Ran himself doesn't know, maybe the petal that just fell down ignited some emotion in his heart.

The inn clerk said that Qing Yao kept herself locked in the room and didn't take a step out.

The waiter would put the food at the door of the room every time. After the waiter left, Qingyao would come out and get it by herself.

But she doesn't eat much each time, the three meals a day combined are not enough for Xiao Ran's breakfast.

This made Xiao Ran worried. He guessed that there were two reasons why Qing Yao became like this.

First, it must be related to why Qingyao appeared here and avoided officers and soldiers.

Second, the cliff is related to Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran didn't know how much psychological shadow his "kiss" had caused her, and it probably wouldn't be small.

The majestic princess of a country, with a noble status and an alluring beauty, was loved and sought after by many people, but when she was down and out, she was kissed by an ugly, dirty and smelly beggar.

Xiao Ran felt that if it were him, he would probably cut the beggar to death with a thousand cuts and then hang himself...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but began to hate the attire he was wearing more and more.

Xiao Ran broke off a rose, walked into the inn and gave it to the clerk, the clerk was literate, so it didn't take much effort for Xiao Ran to express his thoughts clearly.

He hoped that the guy would put a bouquet of roses next to the meal every time he delivered it.

Xiao Ran didn't know what use this would have, but it was the only way he could think of as a beggar who couldn't disclose his identity.

All of this was seen by the proprietress of Hongchen Inn.

She picked out a booklet from the counter alone, with a line of writing on the first side.

"A love story between an ugly beggar and a down-and-out brother."

The proprietress crossed out this line with a pen and wrote it again:
"A love story between an ugly beggar and a down-and-out girl."

After thinking about it, she changed another line and wrote two words.

"Rose."

When the proprietress listens to other people's stories, she first writes down the key words in the notebook, and finally unfolds the story from memory.

Just like writing a novel.

Just like that, Xiao Ran fell asleep in an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

On the second day, Xiao Ran woke up from the cold.

He raised his head up, and the snowflakes were blown to the eaves by the wind, passed through the railing, and landed on Xiao Ran's forehead.

Due to the presence of the simulated mask, it took a while for the snowflakes to begin to melt.

It actually snowed.

The beggars on the opposite side have already hid in the alley. There are no eaves on the street to protect them from the wind and snow.

Xiao Ran actually felt what loneliness was at this moment.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and shrank back into the corner.

At this time, the man came out, holding a thick blanket.

"Sister Hong said to protect you from the cold, and you don't want to come in, so that's the only way to go."

Xiao Ran took it with a smile and expressed his gratitude with his eyes.

At this moment, the man seemed to have remembered something, and said to Xiao Ran.

"The girl didn't eat yesterday, and the food didn't move, so the rose must not have seen it."

Xiao Ran's throat moved, but he didn't say anything, he just signaled to the waiter to do the same thing later.

In the evening, the waiter looked a little hesitant, but he still said to Xiao Ran: "The girl has eaten, but the rose is still where it is, and hasn't moved."

On the contrary, Xiao Ran was not so disappointed, he was happier after Qing Yao ate.

After the buddy left, Xiao Ran suddenly felt emotional. It turned out that things that make him happy can be so simple now.

In the next few days, the words passed by the buddy were exactly the same. Rose didn't move, and the angle never shifted.

But the only thing that comforted Xiao Ran was that Qing Yao had eaten on time every day.

Maybe if you open the door every day and see a bright and beautiful rose lying at your feet, your mood will improve!
Although she doesn't know who sent it.

Maybe it's the proprietress, maybe the guy, maybe it's a guest in the inn, but it can't be given by the dirty and smelly beggar.

Xiao Ran felt that she didn't even know that she was living in front of the inn.

Xiao Ran thought that he had never done anything that was futile but persistent, and he probably thought that sending roses was the first one.

Around the 15th day of No. [-], the guy suddenly ran over excitedly and slapped Xiao Ran awake.

"The flowers at the door are gone!"

Xiao Ran was in a daze, he was still a little unconscious when he just woke up.

In addition, this guy seemed to be more excited than him, and he almost slapped Xiao Ran's brains out.

I felt a little dizzy and was initially diagnosed as having a concussion.

Xiao Ran shook his head and looked at the buddy in confusion.

The clerk probably saw that Xiao Ran's consciousness was blurred, so he repeated it again: "The rice was eaten clean, and the flowers were gone!"

Xiao Ran's eyes gradually recovered their brilliance.

The man stared at li xuan's eyes, which were so beautiful that they didn' t match his skin at all, and he was also happy in his heart.

The proprietress heard the noise outside, she took out her notebook, and wrote down gently:
"Girl accepts the rose."

The line above this line reads, "Although the rose was not accepted by the girl, it made the girl start eating regularly."

Xiao Ran suddenly felt that everything was worth it, he had never been so happy as now.

He turned around, broke off another bouquet of roses from the container, and handed it to the clerk.

"Abba! (Thank you!)"

The guy scratched his head, and took it with some embarrassment.

"Is this for me?" he asked.

Xiao Ran's smile gradually became stiff: "Aba. (I'm sorry you may have thought too much.)"

　Flower language: I love you.

　　Ps. May all lovers in the world eventually become brothers and sisters
　　
　
(End of this chapter)