Chapter 184 If I Love You
Red fireworks.
Green.
Gold and blue interwoven.
Colorful.
Some are round, some are phoenix-tail-shaped, and some are heart-shaped. They explode in the sky in strings and flowers.
The winter night was cold, but Ye Qi's embrace was warm.
Qiao Lan tilted her head back with her eyes wide open, not wanting to blink, for fear of missing every moment of the fireworks.
"It's so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful..."
She sighed.
She has a limited vocabulary and no literary talent. She can only say the simplest word "beautiful".
So many emotions were surging in my heart. I was amazed by the beauty of the fireworks, touched by Ye Qi's dedication, and intoxicated by the sweetness of love. Surprise, surprise, and emotion... all mixed together.
Suddenly my nose felt sore, my eyes were wet, and I even felt like crying.
"It's really beautiful, really beautiful." Ye Qi said.
Qiao Lan sniffed, sweetly annoyed: "Why are you imitating my speech?"
"I didn't learn that. You praised the fireworks, and I praised you."
"Hey! Why are you being so glib!"
The fireworks stopped.
There wasn't much in total, and it was over in two or three minutes.
Qiao Lan reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the sky.
"It's really beautiful." she said again.
The short fireworks display was incomparable to the grand fireworks show before the end of the world. She had seen so many fireworks shows before, both in person and on TV, but all of them combined were not as good as the short fireworks show in front of her.
Doing this in the end times is so precious and rare, no one has ever done this for her.
Or maybe she never felt that she was worthy of anyone doing this for her.
"It's really beautiful." Ye Qi repeated it.
Qiao Lan hummed, "Am I that good-looking?"
"Yes. The reflection of the fireworks in your eyes is so beautiful."
"So he was praising the beauty of your fireworks."
"No, it's beautiful only when it's reflected in your eyes."
Oh my angel brother! Can you please stop being so serious when you say sweet words?
What Qiao Lan couldn't stand the most was Ye Qi's serious attitude in explaining. He was so serious and sincere, just as serious as when he assigned work.
Full of temptation.
Qiao Lan snorted twice, "You speak so nicely. Although I know I'm not very beautiful, I will pretend to be a beauty now and accept your compliment."
Ye Qi told her carefully: "You are very beautiful, don't always say that you are not beautiful."
Qiao Lan felt very happy.
"How did you know today was my birthday? I even forgot it myself."
In the apocalypse, there is no need to go to work or school. Every day is the same training, fighting monsters, and looking for supplies. There is no concept of time. If Ye Qi hadn't done this, Qiao Lan would have forgotten what day it was.
It makes a girl very happy when her boyfriend remembers her birthday and gives her a surprise.
Ye Qi replied, "I've sent people to investigate you before. We've got all your information, including your birthday, address, and life story. That's why we know today is your birthday."
“…” You are bringing up something that is not related to the topic.
Qiao Lan's brows twitched.
For the sake of this fireworks show, she decided to be magnanimous and let go of the past.
"Okay, we're done watching the fireworks. Thank you so much, I really enjoyed it." Qiao Lan raised her hand and touched Ye Qi's chin. He must have been too busy to take care of his beard, as it was prickly. She said distressedly, "Hurry up and go to bed and rest. Next time if you can squeeze out time, make sure to catch up on some sleep and don't get into these little romantic things. We like each other and love each other, and we understand each other's feelings. There's no need to be so formal. Your health is more important, okay?"
Ye Qi shook his head and said seriously: "Love cannot be kept in your heart, you have to say it out loud and do it, then the relationship will get better and better."
"Oh..." Qiao Lan's thoughts slipped.
He looked serious and sincere, so he probably wasn't driving.
"Well, it's getting late, go back and rest." Qiao Lan was really afraid that Ye Qi would be tired, so she suppressed her desire for his warm embrace and broad chest, pushed him away, and urged him.
Ye Qi refused to leave. He took Qiao Lan's hand and said, "I'll give you a poem."
"Huh? You wrote a poem for me?" Qiao Lan knew nothing about this, but was still happy.
"I didn't write this. My Chinese is very poor and I can't write. I borrowed a famous poem and read it to you." Ye Qi was a little nervous.
He felt that using other people's poems was not sincere enough, but he felt that this poem could express his feelings very well.
I really want to say it to Qiao Lan.
And I'm afraid she won't like it.
"It doesn't matter who wrote it. You read it and I'm listening."
Qiao Lan said happily.
Ye Qi pinched her chubby little hand and felt that my Lan Lan was really considerate.
He took a few deep breaths and recited slowly.
"If I love you,
It is not like the climbing trumpet creeper,
Show off yourself with your high branches;
If I love you,
Never learn from the infatuated bird,
Repeating monotonous songs for the green shade..."
Qiao Lan was stunned.
She didn't understand poetry, but she knew this one.
When I was in school, it seemed like we had to memorize texts?
If she was not mistaken, it seemed like a poem written by a woman to a man.
Angel, did you choose the wrong poem?
Ye Qi's voice was clear and magnetic, and his recitation was so charming that Qiao Lan couldn't bear to interrupt him.
"You have your iron and bronze branches,
Like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd;
I have my big red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
And like a heroic torch.
We share the cold waves, winds, thunderbolts, and lightning;
We share the mist, the clouds, the rainbow..."
At this time, Qiao Lan vaguely remembered that she had basically returned all the recitation passages to the Chinese teacher.
Recite the last few sentences with Ye Qi.
"like,
Not only do I love your tall and majestic body,
I also love the position you insist on,
The land beneath your feet."
Ye Qi hugged Qiao Lan in his arms again.
Hug quietly for a while.
Ask her, "Do you like it?"
"like."
Qiao Lan answered sullenly.
So tacky, this kind of romance belongs to the last century.
Outdated, bro.
But, um, I like it.
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