When Song Shengsheng took the bouquet, he was stunned for a moment. Song Ming frowned, picked at the wrapping paper, and asked Song Qing: "Dad, did you take the right one? How come these... these are white roses?"
Song Qing said, "Your mother and I are also wondering about this. But there is only this bouquet of flowers in the guard room at the school gate. It's impossible that you took the wrong one. Why don't you ask Yi Yu to see if the florist sent the wrong one?"
Song Ming took out his phone and sent a message to Jiang Yiyu. After a while, Song Ming said, "No, he sent it to the wrong person. He said he ordered white roses because he thought Shengsheng would like them..." Song Ming looked at Song Shengsheng with a complicated expression, "You like white roses?"
"Ah? I...I like it." Song Shengsheng smiled at them: "White roses are so beautiful, clean and nice."
Wang Jing asked in confusion, "But don't you dislike flowers with such plain colors?"
"That was before. Now I like it."
Song Ming sighed, his expression clear: "Okay, I understand."
"What do you understand?" Wang Jing asked.
Song Ming put his arm around her shoulders and smiled, "I understand. It's not your concern, Ms. Wang." Wang Jing slapped his arm, "You're so unruly!" She looked up at the sky, which was once again covered with dark clouds. "Now that you two have finished taking these photos, let's go back! I think it's going to rain again."
Song Ming also looked up and said, "Indeed." He looked at Song Shengsheng and said, "Hold the flowers. I'll take a few more pictures of you."
Song Shengsheng nodded, and handed the umbrella in her hand to Song Ming. The two walked a few steps towards the center of the lawn, and Song Ming took two photos of her holding a bouquet of white roses.
After taking the photo, she took out her cell phone from her pocket while Song Ming went to return the umbrella and looked up the meaning and connotation of white roses. So... does Jiang Yiyu like her too?
Song Shengsheng felt her hands trembling. This was the closest she had ever been to a successful secret love...
Song Ming came back after returning the umbrella and saw her staring at her phone screen in a daze. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes: "Hey! What are you looking at?"
Song Shengsheng put away the phone in a panic: "Nothing, just a message just came in, I'll reply."
"Oh. Are the flowers heavy? Can I hold them for you?"
"Okay." Song Shengsheng handed the bouquet in her arms to Song Ming: "Brother, Brother Yi Yu...when will he come back..."
"Him? He's been very busy lately and probably won't be back before the New Year. Song Shengsheng, don't think that just because he gave you a bouquet of roses, you really think he has some feelings for you. Let me tell you, roses may represent love, but people who send roses don't necessarily want to have a relationship with you, do you understand?"
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"It's best if you don't understand. Jiang Yiyu and I have known each other for so many years, and I don't see him having any other thoughts about you. Don't be so insolent and try to bang your head against the wall. It will be embarrassing for everyone. Do you hear me?"
Song Shengsheng ignored him and ran straight out of the lawn.
For the rest of the summer, Song Shengsheng would change the white roses in the vase in her bedroom every once in a while.
Sometimes when she looked at those flowers, she would wonder, if Jiang Yiyu really did not have any feelings that crossed the line for her as Song Ming said, then why did he have to give her these flowers that could easily lead to ambiguous associations?
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The next time Song Shengsheng saw Jiang Yiyu was in the second half of her freshman year, near the end of the semester. It was a Friday, and she had been sitting in the library studying since breakfast. Around noon, she received a call from Song Ming saying that Jiang Yiyu had been in a car accident and was hospitalized.
Song Shengsheng was a little nervous at the time, and her voice was trembling, but fortunately Song Ming said that Jiang Yiyu was fine, and asked her if she was free in the afternoon and whether she wanted to go visit him together.
When she walked into Jiang Yiyu's ward with Song Ming, holding a bouquet of white roses, she saw him lying on the bed, looking pale and weak. She almost couldn't hold back her tears. She walked to the bed and replaced the lilies on the bedside table with the bouquet of white roses in her hand.
Jiang Yi Yu forced himself to stay awake and chatted with Song Ming, joking about his car accident experience. At the same time, he looked up at the flowers that Song Shengsheng had just placed on his bedside, and curled the corners of his lips with an unclear expression.
But unfortunately, Song Shengsheng was only concerned with arranging the replaced Lily at the time and did not notice the subtle change in Jiang Yiyu's expression.
It was almost dinner time. Jiang Yiyu took some medicine and said he felt a little sleepy. Song Ming looked at the time and said he wanted to go buy some food, but because Jiang Yiyu had not finished the infusion yet, the ward had to be left unattended, so Song Shengsheng stayed.
She sat beside the bed, looked at him quietly for a while, and listened to his breathing gradually steadying. She hesitated and carefully held his hand that was not injected and hung at his side.
Jiang Yiyu's hand was warm, but not very soft to the touch. Song Shengsheng was afraid of waking him up, so she only dared to hold it loosely. She looked at his sleeping face and murmured softly, "Why are you hurt again?"
She knew Jiang Yiyu wouldn't reply, so she added, "We met again after such a long time, and surprisingly, we're in the hospital."
She sighed, her voice choked: "Brother Yi Yu, do you know... if you are injured, will anyone feel sorry for you?"
Jiang Yiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but Song Shengsheng still didn't notice it.
She gently let go of his hand, wiped her eyes, and said nothing more.
After a long while, she calmed down and saw Jiang Yiyu slowly clench the hand she had just held, but in just a moment, he changed the position of his hand very naturally.
Song Shengsheng didn't think much about it, but just continued to stare at his infusion bottle.
Later, Jiang Yiyu stayed in the hospital for half a month, and Song Shengsheng and Song Ming went to see him whenever they had time.
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