At the end of April, Barcelona had a vague sense of summer. The rainy winter was about to pass, and the new buds of the parasol trees were sprouting. After a while, the flying catkins would cover the roads with a soft blanket.
The floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony was not closed. Su Qingjia was playing the piano when she heard another "click" sound.
She stopped playing and ran to the balcony.
There was a flower ball lying on the white tiles. The thin green stems formed the frame of the ball. The roses that had bloomed just right were fragrant and intertwined with each other. The green leaves that occasionally popped out swayed carefully with the rolling of the flower ball. The flower ball was smaller than a football and was very suitable for playing.
Su Qingjia picked up the bouquet and played with it carefully. The small thorns on it had been removed, so it was not prickly at all. The fresh roses were not damaged during the production process, and the petals were quite firm and full.
After sniffing twice, Su Qingjia's heart was filled with the smell of honey. Her long hair flowed down her back, and her dimples were even more beautiful than the roses.
Picking up the flowers, she leaned on the balcony and leaned out.
Under the streetlight in front of him, the little golden retriever looked up and tried his best to look in his direction. When he saw the black-haired girl sticking her head out and her soft long hair flowing down like silk, Carlos raised the corners of his mouth and showed a big smile.
He waved his hand vigorously, afraid that Su Qingjia would not see him.
Su Qingjia waved the bouquet at him with a sweet smile.
The two of them did not dare to shout loudly, afraid that Su Jingkang would hear them and ask Su Qingjia not to go out again. So they just smiled at each other foolishly and did not say anything, but the pink bubbles in the air rose one after another.
Su Qingjia couldn't see Carlos's expression from afar. She could only see his golden hair moving up and down on his head. He was still scratching his head with his hands and laughing foolishly.
"What a big idiot." Su Qingjia chuckled and bit her lower lip. She found a good position for the bouquet and carefully hugged it.
She suddenly thought of a fairy tale. It was said that the long-haired princess was imprisoned in a tower by a witch. Then, the princess kept her long hair and let the warrior climb up with her long hair to meet her.
Su Qingjia smoothed out his hair that had just been trimmed. It had just reached his waist and was soft and shiny, but it was not long enough. It seemed that he could not help this warrior who had come to meet him.
Carlos saw her fiddling with the bouquet and thought of something. He stopped scratching his hair and took out another bouquet from behind.
He placed the bouquet on the ground carefully, afraid that he would damage the petals on it. He placed it at several angles before he finally finished. Then, he looked up at Su Qingjia's balcony, took a few steps back, and started walking.
He was running!
Before Su Qingjia could react, Carlos had already completed his last move.
Shoot!
The bouquet drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed steadily on the balcony. Su Qingjia was dumbfounded and her mouth was slightly open.
So this was how he gave her the roses. Only a football player like him could think of such a method.
He made a ball out of roses and used her balcony as a goal. It was a pleasant surprise. It was also thanks to his ingenious strength that the ball of roses did not fall apart.
Su Qingjia picked up the other bouquet and waved it at Carlos with one in each hand, smiling like a little fox.
Carlos scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. Then he gestured at the new bouquet.
Su Qingjia looked at the new flower ball carefully. The size of the flower ball was similar and it was very exquisite, but there was a card wrapped in this ball.
After finding a suitable position, Su Qingjia took out the card from the branch.
She looked down at Carlos and saw the little golden retriever looking at her eagerly. She lowered her head and looked at him carefully.
It was a pink card. Su Qingjia suspected that the little golden retriever had bought a large pile of pink cards.
After complaining about her new boyfriend's style, she flipped it open and focused on reading it.
The words written on the black pen were written with great force. It was a string of words written in Chinese. Su Qingjia was a little surprised.
She read it carefully.
"From now on, I will only dote on you. I will spoil you and not lie to you. I will do everything I promised you. Every word I say to you is the truth; I won't bully you, I won't scold you, I believe you; If someone bullies you, I will try my best to help you as soon as possible. When you are happy, I will be happy with you. If you are unhappy, I will make you happy. I will always think that you are the most beautiful, and I will dream of you in my dreams. In my heart, there is only you!
To Su Qingjia."
To be honest, other than her name, which was written fluently and elegantly, all the other words were messy. If Su Qingjia hadn't read it word by word, he probably wouldn't have understood what he had written.
Under Carlos's hands, those Chinese characters that should have been spoken didn't speak up. Those that needed to be sealed were discounted. Those that had a left and right structure were broken into two characters by him. However, after reading the entire text, although the handwriting wasn't good, every word was correct.
The young man put all the love in his heart and eyes into these unfamiliar characters. Su Qingjia followed the strokes and rubbed them word by word. These deep imprints seemed to be able to penetrate her skin, pass through the barriers of blood and muscles, and carve into her heart bit by bit.
She didn't know how Carlos knew the Chinese words " what a boyfriend has to do for his girlfriend " that she had said that night, but she could imagine how this sincere young man had squeezed out time after the intense competition to practice repeatedly in the quiet dormitory.
He had been trying his best to gain her approval.
She suddenly felt that this pink card was so beautiful, like the petals of a pink rose with lingering love.
Fate was so kind to her, sending a young man to her. In the time of her youth, she could still let love sprout bit by bit.
The sweetness in her heart was about to swell. She suddenly wanted to be like the long-haired princess in the story, untying her long braids and letting the warrior come to her greenhouse.
Su Qingjia put the card under her nose and sniffed it carefully. There was also the fragrance of roses.
She held the two flower balls in her arms, freed one hand, and boldly blew a kiss in Carlos 'direction. Her long hair was blown by the wind, like the wings of a black butterfly.
Carlos, who had been staring at them, couldn't hold it in anymore. He didn't care that they were still downstairs. He shouted excitedly,"Bella, I like you. Happy Valentine's Day!”
The villa area was very quiet. The power of the little golden retriever's bass cannon was huge, making Su Qingjia smile like a flower. He couldn't think of any adjectives, but he felt that it should be more beautiful than the roses he had carefully selected from the entire flower market.
As he watched from afar, Carlos felt like something was about to spill out of his heart. He couldn't help but continue shouting,""Bella, I like you. Whether it's now or in the future, I'll always be with you.”
"Alright, I'll be with you." Su Qingjia stood on the balcony and responded to his words. The sea breeze blew her hair into a charming arc.
Carlos, who had received a reply from his sweetheart, couldn't hold back his surging emotions. The tattoo on his chest was burning hot, and the cold wind at the end of April couldn't stop his enthusiasm. He put his hand to his mouth and changed to Chinese."Bella, from now on, I'll only dote on you. I'll spoil you and won't lie to you. I will do everything I promised you. Every word I say to you is the truth; I won't bully you, I won't scold you, I believe you; If someone bullies you, I will try my best to help you as soon as possible. When you are happy, I will be happy with you. If you are unhappy, I will make you happy. I will always think that you are the most beautiful, and I will dream of you in my dreams. In my heart, there is only you!"
His Chinese was already very good, and his loud declaration was filled with determination and courage. His golden hair danced with the light of diamonds under the sun. This young man was making an eternal vow to the girl he loved.
The air seemed to have become sweet, and the parasol leaves by the roadside rustled, as if they were clapping for his confession.
He said each word with force, and Su Qingjia's cheeks turned red from head to toe.
Tears gathered in her amber eyes, and Carlos's bouncing golden hair blurred in front of her. Day and night alternated, as if she had returned to the night two years ago. Under the bright street lamp, the young man slowly unzipped his zipper, and the black tattoo on his porcelain white skin beat with his heart.
Crossing the distance of time, crossing the boundary of space, the world was constantly changing, but his heart had never changed.
She stood on her tiptoes on the balcony and looked at the little golden retriever who had been scratching his head. The space seemed to have been folded, and he appeared clearly in front of her.
When they first met six years ago, the boy had told her that he loved football the most.
Five years ago, when they had gotten to know each other, the boy had told her that he had received the best gift.
When she was disappointed four years ago, the boy told her that he could work hard for her.
Three years ago, when she was growing up, the boy had told her," Su Qingjia, I miss you.
When they parted two years ago, the boy had told her that he loved her and didn't want her to cry.
The bouquet in her hand seemed to be very heavy, and the white glow was scorching hot. She was burning just like that, and the barrier between her heart was completely burned away by this fire. Then, the gentle touch of the spring breeze made the lingering roses begin to grow. In a flash, layers of flowers bloomed.
Su Qingjia stood on her tiptoes again, stretched her neck, and shouted,"Carlos, I like you too. I trust you.”
She was brave because of this young man, and she was willing to be brave for this young man.
She wanted him to no longer live billions of light-years away. In the troubled world, she wanted to walk with him, see the clouds in many places, cross bridges in many places, and then connect their hearts together.
Even if she grew old, even if time would never turn back, please allow her to stay again.
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