Li Zhiheng: "An An, what is your favorite flower?"
Xu Anying: "Xinghua."
Li Zhiheng: "Apricot blossoms are not as red as plum blossoms, nor as pink as cherry blossoms. They are always so ordinary and inconspicuous. But she is the most unique in my eyes, so white and beautiful."
It's just my flower! It's been stained by mud...
No longer pure and beautiful...
At this time, a piece of apricot petal fell on Xu Aning's head. Li Zhiheng took it off gently with his hand and said gently to Xu Aning, "An An, look, even Xinghua loves you.
Before he finished speaking, Ruan Xingyao suddenly said to Xu Aning: "An'an, look at that 'Picture Brother', he almost finished the barbecue by himself. "
When Hua Bing heard the nickname "Brother Huabing", he immediately became furious and looked like an evil golden man. He shouted: "Don't call me Brother Huabing! You pie star round cake, you still have the nerve to call me Brother Huabing!"
Xu Aning was used to hearing their noise, and said to them: "No need to grab it, there is still some in the barbecue kitchen, I will get it for you. "After that, he got up and went to the kitchen.
Seeing that his words were interrupted, Li Zhiheng rolled his eyes in anger. However, the person was invited by Xu Aning. He couldn't say anything, so he had to put down his hand that was almost able to grab the corner of Xu Aning's clothes.
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Many years later...
Intention: The apricot blossoms stained by soil can still be white and beautiful after washing away the dust; when life falls into a trough, if you bravely come back, you can still encounter tenderness and light.