On July 16, the weather was sunny.
"Yes, yes, all the flowers are placed there."
"That's not right, Mo Ling. Are you sure you bought gentian flowers?"
"Hey, Xu Fan, you go with Mo Ling to buy it. Let me set up the place by myself first."
At the dock near the Qiantang River, there is a medium-sized white cruise ship that can accommodate about 15 people and is surrounded by colorful lights.
Mo Jingchun rented this white cruise ship half a month ago. He planned to propose to Jiang Li here tomorrow night.
As for now, he is decorating the cruise ship with Xu Fan and Mo Ling. The most important thing is the space inside the cabin. Jiang Li likes gentian flowers, and Mo Jingchun wants the interior to be filled with gentian flowers.
Mo Jingchun wrapped the ribbons around the iron frame above the cruise ship and hung small white light bulbs on the top of the cabin. He also placed the cart that would be used to carry the cakes in the corner at the stern of the cruise ship.
Now everything is ready, except for the gentian flowers.
Mo Jingchun found a chair, sat down, and waited quietly for Xu Fan and Mo Ling to bring back the gentian flowers.
"The bishop is right this time, isn't he?"
I haven't seen the person, but I have heard his voice.
Mo Jingchun smiled and walked out of the cabin. He saw Mo Ling and Xu Fan holding a large bunch of pink and white gentian flowers not far away.
Not only that, they also brought pink and other colored lisianthus flowers.
The three of them didn't waste any time and immediately started to make arrangements. Time passed quietly. They were busy from morning to afternoon, and until nightfall, they were still discussing the specific plan for tomorrow.
Finally, with the efforts of several people, the layout of the cruise ship was completed.
Mo Jingchun did not turn on the lights elsewhere, but turned on the small white bulbs hanging on the ceiling of the cabin.
In an instant, the originally dim interior space was suddenly illuminated by dotted blue lights, and the light bulbs hanging on the top looked like twinkling stars.
And in the very center is a curved yellow light bulb, acting as the moon.
"Wow, it's so beautiful."
Mo Ling exclaimed, the stars and the moon in front of him reflected in his eyes.
"Everything is ready. It's up to you tomorrow, brother." Xu Fan walked forward and patted Mo Jingchun on the shoulder.
"Well, I thank you all as well."
Mo Jingchun nodded and thanked the two of them solemnly.
"Brother, what are you doing? The most important thing is to perform well tomorrow and bring Sister Jiang Li home."
Mo Ling pouted, looking like he was giving someone a lesson.
"Mo Ling is right. We are not related at all. It would be too impolite to thank you." Xu Fan showed his eight big white teeth and smiled arrogantly.
"Haha, okay." Mo Jingchun's eyes became sharp, and his handsome face was full of seriousness.
"Then wish me a successful start tomorrow."
"Um!"
“It’s a must!”
…………
"Where have you been?"
Mo Jingchun had just opened the door when he heard Jiang Li's voice. At this moment, he and the other two had returned home.
"I didn't go anywhere. I was doing things outside with Mo Ling and the others."
Mo Jingchun looked at Jiang Li who was sitting on the sofa in the living room and walked towards her.
"Jingchun, you've been away from home a lot lately."
Jiang Li's expression was somewhat serious. She originally wanted to reach out and push away Mo Jingchun's hug, but he grabbed her wrist with his backhand.
"Hey, I caught you."
Mo Jingchun smiled brightly and pushed Jiang Li down on the sofa.
"What did you do when you went out? Why didn't you tell me?"
Jiang Li did not resist too much, but opened his deep eyes and looked straight at Mo Jingchun.
"It's really nothing, Jiang Li, don't think too much about it."
Mo Jingchun stretched out a finger and poked Jiang Li's fair cheek. He was still not satisfied after doing so, so he opened his mouth and gently bit Jiang Li's face.
"Okay, stop it. I won't ask you any more questions. Have you eaten?"
Jiang Li's face turned red again. She pushed Mo Jingchun's head away and turned her face to the other side.
"hey-hey."
This trick really worked every time. Every time Jiang Li questioned him, Mo Jingchun would use this method to transition the conversation. Every time, Jiang Li would blush and stop asking questions.
"No, I'm starving."
Mo Jingchun climbed up from Jiang Li's body, looking pitiful. Sheng Jiang ran to Mo Jingchun and licked his ankle.
"Ouch, Ginger, don't lick me."
Seeing this scene, a smile slowly appeared on Jiang Li's lips. In this somewhat dull life, there seemed to be a taste of happiness.
However, despite the smile on his face, there was still a hint of unshakable sadness in Jiang Li's eyes.
Jiang Li walked into the kitchen and brought out the food he had heated up earlier. Mo Jingchun sat at the dining table and ate while praising Jiang Li's cooking skills.
Jiang Li's cooking style has also changed a lot. She used to like to add a lot of chili peppers, but now the taste has gradually become bland, although she still likes chili peppers.
Mo Jingchun once asked Jiang Li why he put so many chilies in it. Jiang Li smiled faintly and told him this.
When you are sad, eat a big bowl of chili peppers so that others won’t know whether you are crying because of sadness or because of the spiciness of the chili peppers.
But in the days that followed, with Mo Jingchun's company, Jiang Li seemed to have no reason to cry anymore.
While Mo Jingchun was eating, Jiang Li went to the bathroom, washed up and returned to the room. After finishing everything, Mo Jingchun also walked into the room where Jiang Li was.
After turning off the lights in the living room, Mo Jingchun turned and walked into the room.
Jiang Li was wearing a loose white pajamas with large shoulders, hanging loosely, as if if you just pull it slightly, you can see the scenery it covers.
The jet-black hair fell on her shoulders, and the contrast between black and white made Jiang Li, whose expression was calm at the moment, look a little more holy.
She sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, holding the guitar she had played during the New Year's Eve performance. When Jiang Li saw Mo Jingchun come in, she began to slowly strum the guitar and sing a song.
"Those who are blown away by this wind say that they did not love deeply."
"The man who gets wet by this rain says he won't feel cold."
Mo Jingchun had never heard this song before, but today, he had heard it.
The sound of the guitar is very crisp, and it sounds particularly beautiful when paired with Jiang Li's clear voice.
Mo Jingchun sat next to Jiang Li, looking at her quietly and gently stroking her cheek.
After finishing the song, Jiang Li's long black eyelashes drooped slightly and he placed the guitar beside the bed.
Mo Jingchun reached out and gently pushed Jiang Li into his arms.
Her skin was cold, perhaps because the air conditioner was turned too low.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
