The cold wind couldn't blow away the young man's enthusiasm, but just as the two of them were making eyes at each other, Su Jingkang, who had a dark face, was provoked.
Mr. Diplomat did not even change his shoes as he walked straight out of the door. He walked towards the little golden retriever beside the street lamp. He did not care about his gentlemanly demeanor and roared,"What are you yelling about? Ah, why are you shouting at my daughter?”How could he have a proper attitude like this? If he was given a big knife, he would directly go up and chop people up.
Carlos didn't flinch when he saw the aggressive Mr. Su. He lowered his head and obediently accepted the scolding. However, his eyes couldn't help but glance at Su Qingjia. When he saw the girl burying her delicate face in the bouquet, he couldn't help but smile and his ears began to fan.
This made the diplomat very dissatisfied. He crossed his arms and said directly,"Why are you still laughing? Hurry up and leave before I get angry.”
Carlos looked at Su Qingjia reluctantly, then bit his lip and left dejectedly.
Halfway there, he turned back and made a heart gesture to Su Qingjia, who was still playing with the flower balls on the balcony."Su Qingjia."
Then, he mustered up his courage and said to Su Jingkang, who was still a few steps away from him,""Uncle, happy Valentine's Day to you too.”
Su Jingkang wanted to take off his shoes and throw them at his head." Try calling me that again."”
This time, Carlos didn't dare to call Su Qingjia 'daddy' in front of her. He decisively shut his mouth and ran away before Su Jingkang caught up with him.
Su Jingkang wore slippers and looked up at his daughter, who was humming a tune on the balcony, fiddling with two flower balls and showing them to him happily. He sighed. He should go back to the garden and pull out the weeds. He felt so tired after being shown off for some reason.
After returning to the garden, the diplomat gave full play to his studious character. He cut a few roses and wanted to make a unique gift, but it turned out that the diplomat was not very good at it. So Su Jingkang calmly piled the broken petals on the ground into the soil as if they were flower mud. Then he picked a red rose and walked to Ming Ling, who was busy in the kitchen.
Ming Ling was so embarrassed by his "I love you, happy Valentine's Day" that she offered her red lips again.
As he tasted the beautiful woman's pink lips, Su Jingkang thought that every profession had its own specialty. It seemed that a diplomat was more suited to talk.
Su Qingjia, who had been on the balcony for a long time, finally went back to her room. She found a wooden flower stand to support the two flower balls and placed them on the piano. Then, she carefully placed the Chinese love letter between the pages.
After she put it down, she reluctantly closed the book and read it for a long time with her dimples. She even laughed from time to time.
Although her new boyfriend's taste wasn't good, his confession skills were amazing.
She really…liked it…
With a sweet mood, Su Qingjia took out the book she had prepared early in the morning and wrote a paragraph on the title page.
She thought that the little golden retriever would like it very much, just like how she liked his Valentine's Day roses.
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Carlos, who was laughing foolishly, called the first military advisor Oleg and the second military advisor Shen Ke to thank them.
Ever since he got together with Bella, his feet were floating and his footsteps were windy. Even Pelle praised his skills for making great progress.
Her black-haired doll would cheer him on at the training ground as usual, but what made him happier was that every time he took a break, he could hold Bella's small hand. When he sweated, Bella would wipe him with a towel. And every time they parted ways, he could-
She kissed him.
Carlos 'left cheek was already filled with six kisses. Today, he received another one from afar. The little golden retriever stuck it to his dimple and felt sweet all the way.
The little golden retriever did not have an ATM and rarely went online for entertainment. In the years that Vela left, he devoted all his time to football and his studies, except for missing him.
Ever since he scored a hat-trick in the final, the media had called him Barcelona's next superstar. Some even called him a once-in-30-years genius.
His teammates often teased Carlos, but how could they not see his hard work?
The wonderful performance on the field was not so much a stroke of luck, but rather a well-prepared one.
Over the years, he had been the first player to come to the training ground and the last to leave. The chirping of the birds in the morning and the sunset in the evening accompanied him as he grew.
He worked hard to break through again and again. His rapid progress could not be exchanged for a little talent.
Of course, his progress was even more rapid now. All his teammates and coaches felt that this was the power of love.
Although they felt like they were drowning in their pink bubbles every day, they were also very envious of this feeling.
The little golden retriever was a stubborn person. After listening to Su Qingjia's words about " what a boyfriend should do ", he felt that she was right. This policy must be implemented.
However, after racking his brains, he did not know how to express his determination to Bella, so he asked Shen Ke for help.
Shen Ke often came back to China during the summer vacation, so he was naturally familiar with the movie " The Lion Roaring in the East of the River " that was released in 2002. When he heard the words of the little golden retriever on the phone, he automatically imagined the scene of the little golden retriever being pulled by Su Qingjia's ear. Then, he held back his laughter and told the little golden retriever about this movie.
Later, Shen Ke wrote down the male lead's answer in Chinese and sent it to Carlos.
Carlos copied from the template for three days and broke a stack of paper.
He didn't know much about those Chinese characters, but he knew the content. He could read them aloud. When he finished writing, he added the words " Su Qingjia ". These were the three words he wrote the best. Shen Ke also praised him for his excellent writing, saying that it was elegant and beautiful.
Carlos placed the cardboard into the bouquet that he had made. He would never be like the male lead in the movie, who could not do what he said. He would definitely do his best to fulfill every promise. Even if Bella was far away from him when she was bullied, he would do everything he could to get to her side.
In the afternoon, Carlos went to the infirmary to get some medicine for his hand. There were some thorns in the fine wounds. The team doctor used tweezers to remove them. Although the wounds were small, such a large area of distribution still looked a little worrying. The team doctor asked," It doesn't look like he contuded on the turf. What did he do so carelessly?"
Carlos shook his head and said nothing. There was a smile in his eyes.
Before Saint George's Day, Carlos bought many roses and learned how to make flower balls from a craftsman.
He practiced with a flexible willow branch. Carlos sneaked out to practice after Su Qingjia left.
He had a little talent in this area, so he got the hang of it very quickly. It was not a problem for him to make a simple one. Carlos worked for a long time on the night of April 22nd. Finally, he made two flower balls without damaging the roses. He didn't want anyone else to do it. Even if it hurt and he would accidentally bleed, he still felt that it was worth it.
The stem of the rose was quite flexible, but there were thorns on it. Although Carlos had removed most of the thorns before he made it, there were still some thorns hidden in the corner that he hadn't noticed. If he wasn't careful, he would get hurt.
The room was littered with roses and leaves. Carlos carefully placed the bouquet on the stand.
He didn't know much about the number of roses, but he knew that red roses represented love.
The two flower balls were Bella and him. His heart was filled with his promise to Bella. He would never go back on his word. He silently hoped that one day, this black-haired doll would be able to fill her heart with the same love for him.
Carlos sucked the blood from the wound on his hand and washed it with water. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep for the whole night. He rubbed the leaves of the ivy on the bed, and the girl's smile kept appearing in front of his eyes.
The next morning, Carlos put two flower balls in a bag and took a taxi to Bella's house.
Listening to the piano playing from the balcony downstairs, Carlos couldn't suppress his excitement.
This was their first Valentine's Day together. Carlos felt like a dragon slayer who had come to meet the princess who was imprisoned by the dragon. After so many years, he had finally broken through the thorns and brought roses to see her.
It was not easy to send the bouquet to Vela's balcony, but for Carlos, who practiced penalty kicks day and night, it was a piece of cake.
When he saw Bella hugging the bouquet and smiling, Carlos felt that everything was worth it.
His hand didn't hurt at all. He wanted to turn himself into a ball and fly into her flower window to smell her fragrance in her arms.
Two years ago, he revealed his feelings to her here and used a small ball to lure her down. Two years later, he was still showing his love to her here. This time, she didn't cry anymore. She hugged the two flower balls and blew kisses at him.
The love from his youth did not dissipate with the passage of time. Instead, it settled in his heart and became the best wine.
This girl blew him a kiss on the balcony and told him that she liked him too.
It was like the sound of nature ringing in his ears. The combination of simple words was unbelievable. It was like the first fire in the barren world. The smoke from the fennel branch brought the world into a dream.
Sister Rosa was right. People should have expectations.
The girl he loved had approached him, and he was no longer alone.
The tattoo on his chest was beating with his heart. The flowers on the ice field had long bloomed. The cold days were far away from him.
He could touch the hem of her dress and hold her hand as they ran on the green field.
He could caress her black hair, and the swaying ends of her hair flowed through his fingertips, feeling the silk-like touch.
He could buy her the same beautiful hat and exquisite bag, and the girl would touch the top of his head.
The road ahead was still long, but at least they could hold hands, cross rivers, and cross mountains.
In this land that burned with art and hormones, all the wishes that were sincerely made were allowed to be realized.
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