Night, opera house.

Before the entrance, Yin Qinghuan looked at the tour card and thought of Gu Wenliu's words. The woman glanced at the man beside her. She seemed to have no intention of saying, "I thought noler would not tour again. It's a coincidence that this special tour happened to be closed in the city."

"Well, fate." Men should be light voice, look unchanged, can not see the slightest emotion.

The woman squinted. "Really?"

Qi Yan Shang looked at her with a good-looking eyebrow and asked, "otherwise."

“……”

OK, that's not the point. She's just for the sake of art. She doesn't care who's behind it.

The whole concert was quiet and melodious. Yin Qinghuan had been immersed in it for a long time. When she felt comfortable and comfortable, she closed her eyes slowly, leaning against the chair, and the radian of her lips rose.

And the man's eyes fall on the side of the woman's face, his mouth with a smile seems to have if not, no one knows her better than him, what she needs, what she likes.

In the past ten years, she only saw Qi Yan Shang. All her preferences were to cater to that man.

And he, silent attention to her everything.

She knows that her favorite flower is France's Gran rose, her favorite orchestra is noler, and her biggest dream is to be like sunany

However, compared with the past, this moment can be so quiet company, is the best outcome.

At the end of the concert, Yin Qinghuan was reluctant to part with her. Her regret was indeed made up for, but after she got it, she wanted more.

Maybe, she was greedy.

Greedy enough to want to hear such concerts often.

Out of the theater, a girl was selling flowers. Looking at the people coming out of the theater, she welcomed them with a smile and held a flower basket in her hand. If anyone could buy one of her flowers, she would be very happy.

Every character in this city has his own story, but not everyone can keep his enthusiasm and smile towards life.

Yin Qinghuan noticed the girl with a slight radian rising from the corners of her lips.

When the girl saw someone smiling at her, she thought she was attracted by her flowers. She came over, looked at the man beside the woman and said, "Sir, buy a flower for your girlfriend."

Girlfriend, it's the first time I've heard this word.

Not fiancee, not wife, but girlfriend.

It's like Men and women who are in pursuit or in love.

She and Qi Yan Shang had never been to this stage.

The man chuckled, gave the girl money and bought all the flowers in her hands.

The girl was very happy. After handing the flower basket to the man, she blessed them and left.

Yin Qinghuan looked at the man holding the flower basket and couldn't help laughing: "now you've become a flower seller."

"See you off."

“……”

"You don't like it?"

"No one sent it with a flower basket, not a patient."

The woman said, looked at the basket of different varieties of flowers, each has several branches, are cheap varieties, but are very fresh.

Qi Yan Shang frowned and turned around the next second and threw the flower basket into the garbage can.

This move, let the woman be caught off guard.

Yin Qinghuan's expression is sluggish. What is he doing?

He threw away the flowers he was going to give her!

"You..."

The man looks back at her, the eye dew does not understand, ask a: "you don't like it."

Yin Qinghuan:

When did she say she didn't like it? She just I just want to say that when a man sends flowers, he should be more solemn, and she also accepts the flower basket, but he somehow says something instead of delivering it directly to her.

But he threw it away!

Seeing the woman's face cold, Qi Yan Shang really didn't understand why she cared. Then they looked at each other like this, until --

"the flower shop is not closed, I'll buy you the flowers you like."

"No, I don't like any flowers."

The woman turned and left. She didn't want to talk to this guy any more.

Obviously, he made her angry again.