The Love of Passerby A

Both of them tacitly did not continue the topic.

Zhao Wenyu thought that he would go back to the old house for dinner today, so he suggested buying a bouquet of flowers for his mother.

"Then may I ask what kind of flowers your mother likes?" Su Xiangran asked the guests about their preferences as usual.

Zhao Wenyu thought that he seemed to rarely communicate with his mother and didn't know what she liked to talk about.

Su Xiangran saw his embarrassment and did not ask any further questions. Instead, she directly recommended the bouquets in the store.

With her recommendation, Zhao Wenyu finally chose a sunflower-themed bouquet.

Zhao Wenyu feels that sunflower is a flower full of vitality and vigor. Its flowers are large and colorful, bringing infinite warmth and hope to people.

The flower language of sunflower is silent love. It always moves slowly towards the sun, firmly and persistently following the pace of the sun. This feeling is a bit like his mother's silent devotion to him.

Always love him firmly, even though there may not be much communication between them most of the time.

This sunflower bouquet recommended by Su Xiangran is very beautiful. Each flower exudes a charming fragrance, making people feel happy and comfortable.

In the bouquet, the sunflower flowers and green leaves complement each other, creating a vibrant picture.

The petals of sunflowers are bright yellow, as dazzling as the sun, bringing people infinite hope and vitality.

Su Xiangran handed the flowers in her hand to Zhao Wenyu and said with a smile: "The sunflower bouquet is not only beautiful, but also has a profound meaning.

It represents light, hope and firm belief, and is a very suitable gift for friends and family.

Whether it is a birthday, anniversary or other important occasion, a sunflower bouquet can convey sincere blessings and emotions, making people feel extremely warm and happy. "

Zhao Wenyu took the bouquet from her hand and brushed his bare fingertips across her palm without lingering for too long. It seemed like a purely coincidental act.

In fact, only he himself knew the answer. He tried again and found that as long as it was her, there seemed to be no allergic reaction.

Zhao Wenyu took out his phone and paid, then asked casually, "When do you usually start selling your special drinks and snacks?"

"That depends!" Su Xiangran thought for a moment and replied, "It depends on the food preparation on that day."

Zhao Wenyu nodded, said goodbye to her, and left "Youjian Flower Shop".

After leaving the flower shop, he originally planned to go back to the office to continue working, but looking at the bouquet of flowers in his hand, he thought it would be nice to relax occasionally.

So Zhao Wenyu called Assistant Hu to arrange his work, and then drove back to the old house where his parents lived.

When Zhao Wenyu's car drove into the gate of his villa, Zhao's mother Li Lanxiu was watering flowers in the garden, while Zhao's father Zhao Mingyang was reading a newspaper nearby.

Hearing the sound of the car, the two of them looked towards their front door at the same time, and saw their son, who usually did not come home until dark, driving the car into their underground garage.

The two exchanged surprised glances, but neither spoke.

After a while, Zhao Wenyu brought the bouquet of sunflowers that Su Xiangran had picked for him to the garden to meet his parents.

Li Lanxiu took the flowers from her son's hand and felt like she had received a treasure. She was as happy as a child.

But she always felt that something was different about her son today, so she looked him up and down, trying to find some clues from him.

Zhao Mingyang, who was standing by, also felt that his son's behavior today was a little abnormal. He discovered that his son was not wearing gloves for the first time.

You know, my son Zhao Wenyu has severe allergies and cannot have too much contact with people. No matter what the weather is like all year round, he always wears gloves, as if those gloves are a part of his body.

Today, he didn't wear gloves, which surprised Zhao Mingyang very much.

He tried to find the answer from his son's eyes, but Zhao Wenyu's eyes were like a pool of deep water, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.

"Xiao Yu, where are your gloves?" Zhao Mingyang asked with some confusion. It's not that he likes his son to wear gloves, but it's still very unbearable when the discomfort comes.

After listening to her husband, Li Lanxiu finally realized her son's abnormality today. She said with some worry: "Son, after so many years, you still haven't gotten over the withdrawal reaction. Don't push yourself. It's okay to be inseparable from the gloves."

Zhao Wenyu wanted to tell his parents that he had met someone who could be touched without gloves, but he was afraid that his parents would be anxious and mess things up, so he only said: "I know, I just want to try it, I didn't force myself."

After saying that, he took out the gloves he had just taken off before entering the flower shop from his pocket and put them on himself skillfully.

Zhao's mother Li Lanxiu felt a little relieved after watching her son's actions. This son was good in everything, but after being too outstanding, it was inevitable that he would be a little stubborn.

Sometimes, she thought that it would be nice if her son lived an ordinary life.