Moonlight Love Poem

I stretched out my hand and touched its leaves carefully. The leaves were pressed by me, and they fell to my side. The water staying on them all rolled down. The wet touch on my fingers made me confirm that this flower is real. It has turned into water, but the strange thing is that the other flowers are still blooming like ice crystals, only it is like the snow that melted first after being exposed to the sun.

I raised my eyes to look at the other flower, wanting to see the difference between them. After watching for a few seconds, this white spirit flower also began to melt, and disappeared after a while.

"What the hell is this?" I froze and turned to look at Brian.Brian held out his hand, in an inviting gesture, so I climbed up, and Brian grabbed his hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Do you think it's a flower?" Brian smiled, his eyes twinkling with pleasure.

I hesitated for a moment, and looked back at the flowers again. From the appearance, they are undoubtedly a kind of flowers, but how can some flowers melt into water when people look at them.Judging from their characteristics, these things are more like snow.

Brian bent down to pick a bunch of flowers and put it in my hand. He said unhurriedly, "It's not a rose anyway. So—"

I had a bad premonition in my heart, and sure enough, in the next second, Brian smiled and said a horrible sentence.

"You said it yourself, if it wasn't for roses, you would have made me a wreath." He closed my fingers, and the cold touch of the flowers in his palm made me subconsciously look down. The ice crystals melted quickly in my hands, no After a while, it turned into a puddle of water.

I looked at the palm of my hand, wondering how to weave this kind of thing into a garland, and said in a word: "Even if it is finished, it will only be a grass ring, and it will be full of water. Do you really want it? Or do you want it?" Just want to torment me?"

Brian's eyes turned to the cluster of flowers, and he reached out again, plucked a flower and handed it to me.This time, he pinned the flower branch to my neckline, and the cold touch on my neck made me tremble. I realized what he was wearing for me, and I reached out to take the flower off to avoid getting wet later. clothes.

"It's okay." Brian pressed my hand to pick the flowers, and said softly, "It won't melt, Anse, as long as you weave the wreath, I'll tell you why it happens."

"But Anse has always been very smart." He let go of my hand, took a step back, and fixed his eyes on me. "I think you will figure it out soon."

Brian acted so determinedly, so I didn't take this thing down. I turned my head to look at these flowers, bent down and reached out to pick a few flowers, and wanted to weave this thing into a wreath, but I just Weave these things into a ring, and the flowers on it will scramble to melt. In just a few seconds, the beautiful wreath becomes bare because the leaves are wet by water. This thing is bigger than I expected. Even uglier.

The water on the garland flowed down my fingers to the back of my hand, stayed on the wrist for a short moment, and quickly slid into my sleeve. The garland was thrown aside, ready to pick a few bunches of flowers and weave them again.A hand stretched out, and the bony and slender hand pressed on the back of my hand, and Brian's elegant and deep voice came over.

"No, just build on it," he said, "or you'll be making it for a long time."

I turned my head to look at him, and said sincerely, "If you can let me give up now, I won't have to spend such a long time weaving this grass ring."

"No." Brian lowered his eyes, took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped off the water on my hands, and gently wiped the water between my fingers along his fingers, until my hands were covered by him After wiping it clean, he took back the handkerchief, picked up the grass ring that I threw on the flowers and stuffed it into my hand, "I need this very much."

The moment the grass ring was stuffed back into my hand, the water on it wet my hand again. I looked at the thing in my hand, opened my hand to see the water on it, and then turned my head to look at the future. Brian, who had folded his handkerchief, looked at his handsome face with a puzzled expression, and said sincerely, "Excuse me, Mr. Adelaide, is there any point in doing this?"

The corners of Brian's lips curled up, and there was an undisguised joy on his face. After this smile lasted for a while, he curled his index finger under his lips, and his eyelashes drooped, as if he was making a choice, he raised his eyes : "Do you really want to listen?"

"I want to." I replied to him calmly, thinking in my heart that if he can't give me a satisfactory answer, I'll put this grass ring on his head now.Then he took out his handkerchief and wiped it clean for him, and proceeded to fasten the wreath on his head.

"If I say, I just want to hold your hand, will you hit me with a wreath? Even if I am looking forward to this wreath?" he said, his eyes fell on the wreath in my hand, "even if I Haven't slept for two days?"

Brian was really good at softening my heart, and I looked away from him to concentrate on making my wreath.The flowers I picked can only last for a while. When I weave them into the wreath, the life of these flowers is completely over. Once again, the water seeps into the sleeves. I sighed in frustration and looked at it. The grass ring was more lush than before, and I felt a little helpless.

"Why is this?" I said helplessly, "Could it be that you are shy?"

After finishing speaking, I also felt that this idea was too strange, so I laughed.But then when I picked the flowers, I paid attention and didn't focus on it. I immediately wove the flowers on after I picked them, and I didn't look at them during the process. I touched the wreath and was surprised to find that it was Stayed there well and didn't melt into water.

I turned to look at Brian, who nodded slightly.

That means I'm doing the right thing...?Could this flower actually melt from being watched all the time?

Although it was incredible, after I successfully weaved the wreath, the intact wreath still confirmed my guess. I felt very complicated when I touched the flowers on it.

Beautiful flowers can't bear the admiration of others, what is Brian trying to say by making this kind of thing?I was full of doubts, and the wreath in my hand was taken by Brian. He seemed to see my doubts, and smiled: "You want to ask why, don't you?"

He lightly fiddled with the petals in his hand, but he didn't look down at it, and talked about another matter.

"I know the second prince likes you too, Ans, the way he looks at you is too obvious." Brian paused and said more words, "Before in the palace, I saw your eyes, and I knew you too I like him, but I am not reconciled, obviously you are already my Ansair, but you are like snow, one day it will melt because of my too much gaze."

I was silent, not daring to look into his eyes, but Brian handed over the wreath and placed it in front of my eyes.

The crystal clear petals slowly melted because of my gaze, I closed my eyes and whispered: "It will melt, take it away."

Brian's cold hand pressed against my cheek, my eyelashes trembled, but I still didn't open my eyes.I was afraid to see a Brian with a wreath on his head, afraid to see a completely melted wreath, and afraid to hear him say that I, like these flowers, would disappear in front of him sooner or later.

But Brian didn't say anything, he just leaned in and touched my face with his lips.Then, his cool lips lightly touched the end of my eyes, and finally stopped at the pinna of my ear.

His black hair brushed against my cheek lightly, and he opened his mouth, and I could feel his hot breath.

"It doesn't matter, I don't mind." He whispered, "No matter what, I love you, I am the leaf on the snowflake, no matter what, I will be there, as long as this flower is still willing to stay for me, I will love you won't leave you."

"I just want you to be happy."

My heart trembled, and I almost shed tears, but I closed my eyes tightly, and the oozing tears only wet the eyelashes.

Brian reached out and wrapped his arms around my waist, and put his other hand on my back. He smiled softly and whispered, "Ans."

His voice was gentle and tender, as if he was satisfied just by reciting this name.In the darkness, I suddenly remembered what I had said to Brian before.

"I bet," I was choked by Brian at that time, in a bad mood, I reached out and patted his book, "You won't have any lovers! Even if you have, it must be because of bad eyesight." on you!"

Brian smiled mockingly, he stopped reading, leaned back, and tapped his finger on the back of my hand.

"I don't think you will be the one who doesn't have a lover. According to your Ansair personality, the person who falls in love with you is the most stupid person in the empire." He looked at me from beginning to end as if looking at something, denying Shaking his head, "You don't look like the kind of person who would take the initiative for his lover."

'Who said that? ! I was so annoyed that I snapped the book shut, "Will you? I think you, Brian, are the kind of people who need a lover to take the initiative! As long as she takes a step towards me, I will run to catch her." she!"

Brian frowned slightly. He pulled the book away from me, and was about to turn the book back to the page he was reading before. Hearing this, he snorted coldly: "Whatever you want, go away, don't close it. my business."

At that time, I ran away annoyed, thinking that what Brian said was slandering me.But now it seems that I really didn't do anything, it was Brian who was doing the hard work, everything.

My arms hanging by my sides curled up, trying to reach out and hug Brian.But Brian seemed to notice something, let go of the hand on my back, and held the hand I wanted to hug him.

"...Brian." I choked up. "I'm not a proactive person."

"It's okay," he smiled, "I've seen it for a long time, so when you finally took a step towards me, I immediately rushed over to catch you."