novelinnhs Chapter 110 The Language of Flowers
Chapter 110 The Language of Flowers
Chapter 111 The Language of Flowers
Xia Li usually seeks help from the magic mirror.
This little thing doesn't bother me; it provides a lot of information, and although the information isn't always accurate, it's still quite useful.
When giving gifts, it's important to put thought into it.
The price of a gift isn't the most important factor, but if you want to show your sincerity, it's best not to give something too cheap.
Xia Li didn't have much money. She still had 800 yuan from the big red envelope she received last time, and she earned some money playing games, but it wasn't even enough to cover her skiing expenses.
Be frugal, pay attention to details and choose reasonable prices, and save the rest of the money for skiing.
Aside from Song Che, Xia Li had never given gifts to anyone else. The last time she gave him a magic potion was the first time, and this time was the second.
Xia Li was actually quite disappointed when her attempt to deliver the potion was rejected.
She was incredibly confident in her potions, especially the ones she carefully concocted. She thought Song Che would like them, but Song Che acted as if he had encountered a plague, turning his back without a second thought.
He wouldn't even drink it, saying it didn't taste good.
Xia Li clearly added sugar as Song Che instructed.
The matter of the magic potion is from a long time ago; Song Che should have forgotten about it.
But Xia Li clearly remembered that the potion she prepared for Song Che would help him advance in magic. The ingredients for this potion were expensive and difficult to prepare.
Xia Li felt that this would show her dedication.
Therefore, the gift Xia Li wanted to give this time was one she made herself.
She sat in the bedroom, holding the magic mirror and studying half of it.
Xia Li discovered that when learning something new, it was difficult to judge the standards. If she wanted to be original, she couldn't directly ask Song Che. This thing was different from Hit, and she couldn't tell the difference.
Who should I ask?
Xia Li bent her legs on the bed.
She didn't know many people, and she didn't trust anyone else to ask. She didn't really want to ask her uncles and aunts, as she always tried to talk as little as possible when she saw them. So, she could only go to Aunt He.
Last time, Aunt He told her a lot of things.
Xia Li shifted her body and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about how to get around Song Che and leave on her own.
She felt that Song Che wouldn't let her go out on her own.
He always said that the world is quite dangerous, and he didn't let her run around on her own, saying that there were some things she didn't understand and that she was easily deceived.
Xia Li felt that what he said was right, but not entirely right.
She sneaked out; if she got caught, Song Che would definitely scold her.
I opened the door and glanced into the living room.
Song Che wasn't in the living room; he should be resting in the bedroom.
Xia Li sneaked out.
She chatted with Aunt He for a long time, and when she came out, she had a smile on her face. Aunt He agreed and told her not to tell Song Che about giving her the gift, and promised not to tell her.
Days passed by one by one.
The 24th day of the twelfth lunar month is the Little New Year.
Song Che woke up at 6:15.
This was the first time he had woken up this early since the holiday started, and a voice in his head kept reminding him that he had to pick up that bag today.
He bought a lot of things last time, and he picked out some gifts for Xia Li.
It was still a bit dark outside the window.
He lay in the dark for a while, staring at the ceiling.
He found that his state of mind was becoming more and more stable.
If you calm down, you can see some different things.
There are cracks in the ceiling.
A long time ago, he seemed to have been staring blankly at the same spot when he saw that crack.
It doesn't mean anything.
The crack ran along the edge of the lamp base, its shape resembling a strand of hair. I used to think it was because the landlord was stingy, but now I don't think it's a big deal; I've gotten used to it.
He pulled out his phone from under his pillow; the screen was a bit too bright.
The logistics information remains the same: Delivered to collection point.
I bought a bunch of packages, but I won't let Xia Li come along this time.
The collection point is located 50 meters outside the east gate of the residential area, in a small supermarket that sells cigarettes and alcohol.
The owner's surname is Zhou, he is in his sixties, wears reading glasses, and likes to listen to the radio behind the counter and chat with the security guard who guards the alley every day.
However, I didn't see the security guard this time; he probably hasn't woken up yet.
Song Che went to pick up the package. Master Zhou looked up at him, handed him a cardboard box from the shelf, and said, "It's all packed for you. It's all for you."
The cardboard box was wrapped tightly with several layers of tape.
He took it back, opened it, and took a look.
He glanced at it and stuffed it back in its original place, into the storage box under the bed. There was nothing wrong with the things he bought.
There's something extra in that storage box.
I bought the silver wrapping paper and a roll of ribbon yesterday afternoon.
It took forty minutes to wrap the gift and tie it with a bow. It finally looked much more formal, with silver wrapping paper matching Xia Li's hair.
He lay down for a while longer, then thought he'd get up again.
I lay down for a while, having nothing to do.
He took the paper bag out, folded the opening twice, and placed it on the ground next to him.
Bruce looked up from the window, his tail still covering his nose. The cat squinted at him, then closed its eyes again.
The master got up very early today.
I've woken it up twice already.
It had just squinted.
There was some noise coming from the kitchen.
The pot lid bumped against the rim of the pot, and the tap was turned on and off repeatedly.
Tap, tap, tap.
Song Che put on his slippers and walked over.
Xia Li stood in front of the stove, holding a kitchen knife in her hand.
On the cutting board are a few tomatoes, cut into evenly sized pieces. In a small bowl next to it, two eggs are cracked, and chopsticks are placed on the rim of the bowl to whisk the eggs until they are smooth.
She heard footsteps.
"I'm making scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
"I saw it."
No salt was added this time.
"Um."
"I added salt twice last time."
Song Che leaned against the door frame without saying a word.
Xia Li now eats breakfast as soon as she gets up, which has helped him establish a regular lifestyle.
Song Che actually rarely eats breakfast.
Back when I was in school, I could only afford to buy a cup of porridge.
But after Xia Li came here, the two of them ate breakfast every day.
Xia Li pushed the tomatoes into the pan with a sizzling sound, and a little oil splattered up. She stepped back a little, then leaned back again. Cooking wasn't a problem for her now; she was learning quite well.
Song Che went over to help and took the spatula from her hand.
Xia Li didn't let go.
He paused for a moment.
"Turn the heat down a bit, so the eggs will be tender."
She looked down at the stove knob and turned it half a turn to the left. The flames shrank.
The aroma of eggs wafted over, and the sleeping peach, before even opening its eyes, began to move its mouth.
Xia Li spoke up, "The 24th day of the twelfth lunar month is the Little New Year. We offer sugar melons to the Kitchen God."
"Hmm, it's a custom, I almost forgot."
"Oh, I knew that from the calendar."
She stood there for a while longer, then said, "I've bought the gift for Auntie. When are we going?"
Song Che's hands didn't stop moving.
I made it myself.
He turned off the heat, and the eggs were perfectly tender this time.
"I can eat it," she said.
Song Che handed her the plate.
"Um."
"Take it over there."
Xia Li took it.
Bruce, attracted by the aroma, didn't go to sleep. He walked to the food bowl, sat down, and wrapped his tail around his hind paws.
Eating is more important than sleeping!
Song Che took the dried school uniform from the balcony and draped it over the back of a chair.
After the New Year, it will be time for school to start again.
This school uniform is only worn during exams; after the exams, it's a final farewell to high school.
A potted green ivy has appeared on the balcony.
Aunt He cut it for them and put it in a glass bottle; the roots have grown quite densely. Xia Li changes the water every day, very frequently. A few days ago—or maybe the day before yesterday—Xia Li suddenly ran out to find Aunt He and brought it back.
Song Che knew what she was doing.
The last time he helped fix something, Aunt He was sitting in a rattan chair weaving a bamboo basket, and she asked him about it during a casual chat.
Xia asked me a few days ago what kind of gift to give to an elder.
I told her I had no idea what young people gave as gifts these days. She didn't ask any more questions.
Song Che asked.
"And then what?"
"Later she asked me if I knew how to teach people to weave bamboo baskets." Aunt He smiled. "I said it was too late. Learning this requires hard work and calluses will form in at least half a month."
"I told you that if you really want to make it yourself, just buy some materials and make a simple one. You can sew a few stitches and it'll be fine. If you sew it crooked, you can take it apart and start over. It won't waste any materials."
Song Che had mentioned to Xia Li that he wanted to give his parents a scarf or something, but knitting a scarf by himself would take a lot of time. Aunt Lan's suggestion was indeed a good one.
It's enough to have the will.
Aunt He didn't say anything more, and Song Che didn't ask what it looked like after it was sewn up.
Now he knows.
But he didn't know that before Aunt He finished speaking, Xia Li had prepared gifts for her parents.
On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, the roads became busier, with cars heading towards the train station. Whether they were students or working people, everyone who could go home was heading back.
Reunion.
All I want is to be together.
There's not much going on lately. Song Che doesn't need to worry about the New Year's goods; his parents have already taken care of them. They can go to the banquet tomorrow. The clothes he ordered have also arrived, and he'll have Xia Li try them on at noon.
Song Che continued to look out the window. Xia Li had been studying less lately and was always sleeping in her bedroom, but he hadn't paid any attention to it—it turned out that His Highness could also be lazy.
Xia Li took out a handmade violin part from the bedside table.
It's not a violin yet, because it hasn't been assembled.
Aunt Lan helped bring this, and Xia Li really likes things she makes herself.
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It's done. I'll give it to Song Che.
This isn't a magic potion; he won't resist it.
But this thing is a bit difficult. Xia Li felt it was like the forging technique of the dwarves. It was complicated to assemble, and she couldn't understand it even after looking at the tutorial.
Fortunately, there are still two days left.
If we exclude the banquet tomorrow, there's still one day left.
She's going to learn it today.
Xia Li locked the door.
Actually, no lock is needed.
Song Che has been revising a script recently, saying it's a part-time job. Bruce is lying at his feet, and Tao Xiang is still taking a nap.
No one will suddenly push the door open and come in.
She still locked it.
She touched it, pulled it out, and held it to her chest.
She sat back down on the edge of the bed and opened the box.
A pile of wood.
She stared at the pile of wood for half a minute.
It wasn't like this when I bought it.
It wasn't like this when Aunt Lan saw it.
When I bought it, the picture on the webpage was of a complete violin with beautiful wood grain, taut strings, placed on a gray cloth, with a sprig of lavender next to it.
Xia Li clicked into the product details and scrolled to the buyer reviews.
Someone assembled it and put it on the bookshelf for a photo.
Some people gave up halfway through the assembly, put the parts back in the box, and asked in the comments section, "Does anyone buy used items?"
She thought to herself, "What's so difficult about that?"
Now she lays the parts on the sheets and picks them up one by one to examine them.
The wood chips are thin, some barely larger than a fingernail.
Aunt Lan said that young people like these things; they're called assembly kits, and you just need to assemble them in order.
She flipped it over and looked at the writing on it; it was probably a serial number.
There was also a blueprint in the box, which she looked at but couldn't understand.
Xia Li spread out the blueprints and looked at them again.
At first glance, it looks like a magic circle.
Yes, she really wanted to analyze the magic circle; she was so excited she almost thought she'd bought something amazing.
Upon closer inspection—it still resembles a magic circle.
There are boxes and arrows, as well as dashed lines, solid lines, and some labels:
Glue here, sand here, align here.
She watched for a few minutes.
Then she put down the blueprints, picked up two pieces of wood, and compared them to the edges.
I didn't understand the gestures.
She put the wooden piece down.
My phone is right next to my pillow.
She reached out and started typing a question.
She has learned a lot now, and Aunt Lan said that if she doesn't know how to spell, she should contact the seller's customer service.
"I've encountered a problem: how do I assemble a wooden violin?"
Xia Li casually patted the wooden pieces off the bed sheet onto the bed.
Customer service immediately replied with a series of messages and a link.
[Suggested steps: Read the instruction manual and tutorial videos, thank you!]
Xia Li waited for a while.
"That's it?"
That's all, kisses.
"Is this different from the blueprints I just saw?"
This is the standard operating procedure, dear.
Xia Li placed her phone face down on the bed. This person was really strange; he kept mentioning "[kiss]" in everything he said. She wouldn't let him kiss her.
She picked up the blueprints and looked at them again, preparing to study them on her own.
Read the instruction manual first.
She finished reading it.
Then classify the parts by their numbers.
She looked down at the wood chips.
The front has a number and classification.
She opened the video again.
Move one piece of wood to the left and one piece to the right.
When you move to the fifth slide, the left and right sides look identical.
She stopped.
Classification.
What categories?
She didn't know what the correct classification criteria were.
She moved the left side back.
Bruce was scratching at the door from the outside.
Xia Li ignored her.
After scratching for a while, it fell silent.
It's likely that Song Che took it away.
After a while, Xia Li opened her phone again; she still needed that strange person's help.
I don't know the classification criteria.
[Same account, same type, I'll post another video, kisses]
Which piece of the instrument's body is it?
The guitar body needs to be assembled according to the instructions. It is recommended to assemble the guitar body first.
Xia Li followed the video instructions, but kept getting stuck. The things in the video seemed different from what she had made.
Others can piece things together perfectly with a single stitch, but she can't put them together at all.
After struggling for a long time, she finally discovered the problem.
She was a little anxious and didn't watch the introduction at the beginning of the video, which said that the edges of each part needed to be waxed before assembly so that they could be put together smoothly.
After Xia Li applied the wax, it indeed came together very easily.
After working on it for a while, she stopped to rest; this was more tiring than concocting potions.
She turned off her phone and looked at the sunflowers by her bedside.
Aunt Lan asked her to bring this back.
It's better if she keeps it safe.
Sunflowers produce seeds that are very delicious.
But sunflowers are flowers too.
It blooms facing the sun, and it also has its own flower language.
Giving flowers to others is actually a way of saying what you want to say through those flowers. Aunt Lan told her that she could give Song Che sunflowers.
She said that in her time, people would give sunflowers as gifts. Too many people gave roses, so they didn't seem that unique. But not many people gave sunflowers, yet their flower language is quite unique.
Xia Li felt that Aunt Lan knew more than Song Che.
Aunt Lan said that when sending flowers, you should buy an extra one and keep it at home. When the flower withers, you can send it again.
There's no need to worry about that; Xia Li sees Song Che every day.
She still prefers the symbolism of sunflowers.
You are the only one in my eyes.