Jiang Li held a pair of scissors in her right hand, and in front of her were circles of colored paper spread out on the table.
There are four black lilies and fifteen tea flowers interspersed among them, and the remaining laurels are the final embellishment.
Jiang Li fiddled with the flowers in front of him and sighed slightly.
Most of the people who come to the flower shop to order flowers are young people. When it comes to love, their faces are filled with happy smiles, as if they have met the right person at the best age.
However, the actual results are not quite consistent with this. Most loves are too frivolous to bear fruit. Most of them end hastily, leaving only bitter memories.
In other words, in this increasingly impetuous world, true pure love has disappeared.
Instead, there was a bouquet of flowers that Jiang Li was going to prepare.
"Huh," Jiang Li slapped his face. He seemed to be affected as well. Was it because of Mo Jingchun?
Jiang Li's eyes slowly moved upwards, as if he was thinking. After hesitating for a moment, he turned his head to look at the door of the flower room.
"Click." The door of the flower room was opened from the outside.
Jiang Li quickly withdrew her gaze and returned it to the flower table in front of her. Her heart was beating fast and she felt nervous as if her thoughts had been discovered.
Mo Jingchun looked at Jiang Li who was facing sideways towards him, stretched out a hand and coughed twice.
Jiang Li also cooperated and turned around with a surprised expression.
"Mo Jingchun, why are you here? Do you have an order?"
"I don't have any orders," Mo Jingchun said with curiosity on his handsome face. "It's too boring outside, so I just came in to see you."
"No, what if a customer comes outside?" Jiang Li put his left hand on his waist and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand holding the scissors.
Mo Jingchun smiled. Flowers were indeed not as pleasing to the eye as Jiang Li.
"Oh, it's okay."
Mo Jingchun walked closer to Jiang Li while smiling, "How are you going to cut the bouquet for that Pure Love Warrior just now?"
Jiang Li squinted his eyes at Mo Jingchun, "Black Lily, Laurel, and Rose."
Mo Jingchun raised an eyebrow. "What's the story behind these three kinds of flowers?"
Jiang Li nodded. Now she had a very good understanding of the language of different flowers.
"Widowmaker is a curse, aloof."
"The laurel flower has the connotation of bewitching, and hasn't he been betrayed?"
"As for the rosy rose flower, it symbolizes the beauty of the end of life and parting."
Mo Jingchun sighed softly when he heard this, "It really fits the experience of that guy just now."
Jiang Li shook his head and began to concentrate on cutting the flowers.
The gray colored paper gradually wrapped the flowers together on Jiang Li's fair fingers. The black lily was in the center, dotted with camellia flowers on the edge, and the laurel formed a circle on the outermost edge.
Jiang Li was very serious when handling the flower arrangement. Her expression was focused, as if she poured all her emotions into it.
Mo Jingchun didn't say anything else, just looked at Jiang Li quietly.
Human beings are actually very contradictory creatures. When they are young and stimulated by hormones, they always feel an inexplicable sadness.
That's why it is said that people are sad creatures from the beginning to the end. They are lonely, so they choose to live in groups. People who are connected to each other hug each other tightly to resist the everlasting sadness.
Sadness is important, but it is not the dominant color of humanity.
Because people's inner hearts can complement each other, Mo Jingchun has known this truth a long time ago.
Mo Jingchun was fascinated by the beautiful and cold girl in front of him, and stubbornly believed that she was the one who could fill the void in his heart.
"Okay, now it's done. I'm going to call the delivery guy later."
Jiang Li put down the finished work in his hand, put it in a packaging bag, and walked outside with it.
"You seem quite happy," Mo Jingchun followed Jiang Li, "Do you like flower arrangement?"
"No," Jiang Li said, his heart meaningless, "just a little bit."
"A little bit?"
The two walked out of the flower arrangement room and came outside. Mo Jingchun stopped in front of Jiang Li and said, "Your mouth is about to curl up to the sky. Is it really just a little bit?"
"Ahem, where is that?"
Jiang Li raised his head and showed his whole face, "I'm not smiling."
"Yeah," Mo Jingchun laughed happily. He stretched out a slender finger and touched Jiang Li's fair face, "You're not laughing."
Jiang Li's fair face turned red again. She took a few steps back and lowered her head. She shouldn't have talked so much.
"Call now? Or wait a moment?" Mo Jingchun changed the subject and asked Jiang Li.
Jiang Li blinked and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
"Wait a little longer," Jiang Li remembered the request the boy in gray made before leaving, asking them to send it out in the evening.
"What are we doing now?" Mo Jingchun asked.
"Watching the shop."
Jiang Li walked to the counter and sat down, opening the flower arrangement encyclopedia again.
Not long after, Mo Jingchun also pulled a stool and sat next to her. "Since you have nothing to do anyway, Jiang Li, why don't you tell me about flowers?"
"What do you want to hear?"
Jiang Lihe put down the book, leaned one hand on the table under the counter, and looked sideways at Mo Jingchun.
"That's fine," Mo Jingchun said. "Can you tell me why you like gentian flowers?"
Jiang Li's expression froze, as if he didn't expect Mo Jingchun to ask this. The afternoon sun was very warm, and Jiang Li didn't intend to hide anything.
"Because it's so common, and it grows in roadside corners, and although it has a profound meaning, it's as lowly as a weed, just like..."
Jiang Li paused and didn't say the second half of his words.
"Why would you say it's lowly?" Mo Jingchun shook his head. "There are millions of flowers and millions of people in this world. They are all independent individuals and not lowly at all."
"Oh."
Jiang Li smiled and pointed at the bouquet she had just made. "But flowers are different from each other. Just like here, the laurel can only serve as an embellishment on the edge, while the black lily is in the very center."
"But we have to admit that this floral arrangement is possible only because of the laurel. They complement each other and are indispensable."
"You..." Jiang Li was blocked by Mo Jingchun's words and didn't know how to refute for a moment.
Mo Jingchun smiled gently and grabbed Jiang Li's hand. "Let's get back to the original question. Why do you like Platycodon grandiflorum?"
"I……"
Jiang Li was silent. Yes, why did she like gentian? Was it really because it was willing to bloom alone in the corner?
"No," Jiang Li shook his head inwardly.
She is not willing to stay in a lonely corner, she is just waiting, waiting for an eternal love that can give her peace of mind and has the same meaning as the gentian flower.
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