Qin Hongwu entered the house with a large bouquet of flowers, walked to An Nan, lowered his head and said embarrassedly, "I give it to you."

An Nan unexpectedly looked at the bouquet of flowers as big as a basin, took them over, and smiled and said, "Thank you, after picking so many, you are too honest. You shouldn't pick all the flowers that grew there, right?"

After An Nan told the truth, Qin Hongwu suddenly turned red and said, "I didn't pay attention to it, I picked too many things..."

An Nan couldn't help but smile. She stuffed the flower back into Qin Hongwu's arms and said, "You go find a vase to insert it. I'm not available now."

Qin Hongwu looked at An Nan with a smile as sweet as a flower, and thought happily that women like flowers. She did not refuse the flowers I gave. Does it mean that I still have a chance?

An Nan saw him a mighty and strong man holding the flowers foolishly, and the bouquet of flowers was beautiful and cute, and the man was extremely heroic. Suddenly, the beautiful poem by the British poet Sigrif Sasson appeared in her mind:

"In    me   the   tiger   sniffs   the   rose”, there is a tiger in my heart, and I sniff the rose carefully.

Even the ferocious tiger will lower its head and squint its eyes and sniff the roses comfortably, its rough and unruly heart will be impressed by tenderness and beauty, and feel the tranquility and gentle beauty.

Those who appreciate this poem say that the artistic conception of a tiger in the heart and sniffing the roses is the most appropriate way to express the delicateness of love. No matter what kind of person you are, as long as love arises in your heart, you will become very gentle, gently approach the beauty, carefully, for fear of falling from the morning dew on the stamens.

At this time, Qin Hongwu, who was standing in front of him with a flower in her arms, was beautiful flowers and men, masculinity and tenderness, unexpectedly had a strange perfection and harmony at this moment, and An Nan couldn't help but soften her heart.

She turned around and turned off the fire with the cooking, then trotted back to her room, found Sigrif Sasson's collection of poems from the pile of books, turned to the article "With Me, the Past, the Present, and the Future", pointed to the sentence "In    me     the      tiger   sniffs    rose" above, and said with a bright smile: "When you look at this poem, is it particularly consistent with the picture of you holding flowers now?"

The collection of poems is bilingual in Chinese and English. Even if Qin Hongwu didn't understand English very well, he saw the following sentence "There is a tiger in his heart, and he sniffs the roses carefully." His face turned suspiciously redder. Fortunately, his skin was dark and he couldn't see clearly.

"Don't be embarrassed, this means that you understand the joy and delicacy of life, and you have similarities with great poets." An Nan smiled and patted Qin Hongwu's strong and sturdy arms, his agile and cute eyes bent into half a month, cunning and playful.

Qin Hongwu looked at her smiling face, her usual cold and hard facial features seemed particularly soft, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she unknowingly showed a doting smile.

"You gave me a bouquet of flowers, and I will give this collection of poems to you as a gift!" An Nan stuffed the book into his hands without saying a word, regardless of whether the gift was in line with his wishes.

Qin Hongwu then held the flowers in one hand and the poetry collection in the other, allowing her to fiddle with it, making him even more stupid.

An Nan supported his hands behind his strong muscles and pushed him out of the kitchen, saying, "Go and put the flowers in the air, otherwise you will be wilted. Read the poem slowly in the future..."

The muscles touched by An Nan behind Qin Hongwu seemed to be burned. Even though An Nan's hand had already left, it was still warm and particularly present.

He obediently went to find the vase, filled it with water, and then carefully inserted the blue wild flowers into the vase with his big hand that was completely disproportionate to the tiny branches.

While he was inserted, he unconsciously showed a dazed smile, savoring An Nan's kindness to him just now. Thinking of himself as a big man, he just picked a bouquet of wild flowers in An Nan's eyes, it was related to poetry. He didn't understand the romance and sensitivity of these intellectuals, but it didn't matter if he didn't understand. An Nan was happy, so now he was particularly grateful to the poet for writing this poem, otherwise An Nan wouldn't be so excited.

...

In a rental house in South G City, Du Meiyun held her passbook and looked at her lover whom she didn't want to leave even if she elopes, and asked hesitantly: "Zhibin, is this matter true? Why don't you go and investigate more before making a decision? I'm afraid you will be cheated again..."

Lu Zhibin snatched the passbook in her hand and said impatiently: "This time it must be true. My friend said that the goods in his store were all imported from that factory, so how could he lie to me? The last time I was cheated because I just came here, I was unfamiliar with the place, and I was accidentally deceived by those people. Besides, I was cheated last time because I just met those people, but this time it was introduced by a familiar friend, and the safety is absolutely guaranteed!"

"Zhibin, why do you want to do business? Isn't it good to continue writing poetry and submitting articles? You can't make some money before? Business is risky and busy, so how can you be a poet and writer?" Du Meiyun frowned slightly, her beautiful and pitiful little face was worried, and she refused to give up and persuaded Lu Zhibin.

"Writing poetry! Writing poetry! You know writing poetry! Can you eat as a meal? The reason why I was able to be a glamorous poet was because I still had a full-time position! If I had lived on that little manuscript fee, I would have starved to death. Could you not be so naive?! Who did I work so hard for? Isn't it for you? If I didn't even want to work and elope here with you, would I need to work so hard? If I don't make money, we'll wait to drink the northwest wind!"

Lu Zhibin glared at Du Meiyun with anger. Even her pitiful posture could not arouse his heartache. Du Meiyun felt very aggrieved and did not understand why the glorious poet and talented poet at the time became the "businessman" who only wanted to pursue the smell of money today.

"Why is this little money? Didn't you ask you to get more when you go home?" Lu Zhibin saw the numbers in his passbook clearly and said dissatisfiedly.

"My father refused to give me money. He said that unless I broke up with you... how could I leave you? So I could only borrow it from my former friends..." Du Meiyun's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Although she was innocent, she also knew that she could not let Lu Zhibin know that her money was borrowed from her admirers. So she diverted her attention in time and confessed to her lover affectionately, "How could our love be shattered because of this little money? No matter how powerful my father forced me, he could not forcefully separate me and you..."

Du Meiyun said so deeply, and she was such a pitiful pure woman. Seeing her deep love for her, Lu Zhibin's irritable heart suddenly calmed down. He recalled the warmth of the past again. He hugged Du Meiyun affectionately and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I don't know that there is such a thing that makes you feel wronged... Don't worry, I will definitely let you live a good life in the future. Then your father will understand that the most correct thing you have done in your life is to be with me."

Du Meiyun was so moved that her eyes were blurred with tears in her eyes and hugged her lover with love.
Chapter completed!