Please Call Me Princess

In August in Kanagawa, the sky is as clear as blue and the sun is as clear as orange. This is a peaceful land, with a coastline that seems to stretch to the horizon, and crisp and green mountains that also rise and fall to unknown places. I have seen these familiar scenery along the way, enjoying the mottled light and shadow between the trees that are so old that several people can hug each other, and the breeze blows across my cheeks, as softly as a lover's whisper. , Then, I turned into the bustling business district, avoided the traffic, and drove along the familiar road to find my flower shop. In the noisy and crowded streets, with the hurried pedestrians, I looked out the door with my chin in my hand. Even on the weekend, there were still so many people working hard for life and love. "Miss, please help me pack two bouquets of roses. Yes, I want the bright red ones." "Excuse me, are there any yellow Phalaenopsis?" "I want to visit a doctor, which flower is better?" "Has the bird of paradise arrived? It's the one I ordered last time." "..." There is an endless flow of people coming and going, with different costumes and different purposes, coming in and out of my store. Most of them return satisfied with flowers and plants that can express their feelings. That's for sure, my "children" are all beautiful, healthy and strong, exuding their own beauty and fragrance in the sun. Many people, including the white-haired neighbor who always took pleasure in bullying me, laughed at my name for those plants, but flowers are also alive, so what's wrong with calling them children? Moreover, flowers are the most conscientious children. If you put a lot of thought into taking care of them, they will definitely work hard and repay you with their growth. They will never quarrel, never betray, and will always quietly accompany you in your joys and sorrows. They are a group of lively, simple and lovely children. Compared with most of the scheming and scheming people in this world, they are much more lovable. It's almost noon, and the sound of wind chimes at the door of the store finally no longer reminds me of it, and I can breathe a sigh of relief and take stock of today's income. Well, yes, if we keep this amount, my mother and I will have no problem with our living expenses this month. This is my life, going back and forth between my residence and the flower shop every day, monotonous and repetitive. Today is the same as yesterday, tomorrow will be the same as today, casually, make do. There were no great disappointments, and certainly no throbbing hopes. The only people who still care about me, except Mr. Toudo who always has a straight face - my ikebana teacher and contemporary Iemoto of Ikebo - are... Hey, he's here? Elegant and upright figure, thin but perfect proportions, charming oval face, towering eyebrows, narrow and beautiful topaz-like red phoenix eyes, deep and charming, thin lips parted in a seemingly invisible arc, handsome and evil, silver hair neatly tied into braids and hanging down behind the head, the sun shines Next, a little bit of shining color made his face more radiant. Even if he was just lazily leaning against the door with his hands in his trouser pockets, he couldn't hide the strong male hormones. He casually glanced at the passing guests, which also made the women between the ages of 8 and 50 blush. This guy is still the same as before... He looks so arrogant wherever he goes... It's not fair. He is a man, and he is actually fairer than me, and even though he is taller than me, he actually looks so much thinner than me... Ouch, I hate it so much, it would be nice if my flesh could be spread evenly on his body... Lest he always pinch my cheeks and call me melon... Please, a round face and a plump body are not what I want. If I could choose, who wouldn't want Mei's character and Lan's charm? However, even though I would be teased by him and screamed every time, even though he always hit me mercilessly, the moment I saw him appear at the door of my store, I still felt a deep joy in my heart. He is that kind of person, with an IQ of 200 and a smart mind. He is recognized as a genius. Everything he does is so easy and smooth sailing. However, hidden under that free and uninhibited, handsome face is a naughty heart, willful and proud, only doing things that he likes, not caring about the results, but caring about the freshness and excitement brought by the process of challenge and conquest. The game is among everyone, but it is also outside everyone. Regardless of men and women, they are close but not close, and distant but never separated. The invincible deceiver, who calmly and smoothly manipulates everyone, while pretending to be a bystander with an innocent face. It makes people gnash their teeth with anger, but they can't hate it from the bottom of their hearts. What he steps on is always a little higher than the bottom line of others. Therefore, everyone who is plotted by him will only be reminded to "be careful next time", but will not take the initiative to alienate him, until they fall into his trap again... He has such a bad character, yet so many people are willing to surround him? Alas, as expected, if you are handsome, God will favor and treat you kindly. Although he has many acquaintances, the only ones who can truly reach his heart are his friends who have been playing tennis together since junior high school. Oh, by the way, there is another person who is even more special to him. Star God Mu Yue - the girlfriend and fiancée of his tennis club president. I know that from the first time I saw that cute, smart, and energetic girl, and saw the way he looked at her, I knew that Niou was different from that girl. There is attachment and reluctance, but it is full of blessings and the relief of letting go. It is not a simple friendship, but it is definitely not ambiguous, and it is transparent and generous. That was also the first time I cared about my ordinary face, round figure, and a trace of bitterness in my heart. The corners of my eyes were astringent, and my heart felt sour, as if I drank a cup of unsweetened hibiscus tea, and some liquid wanted to flow out, but it was firmly locked in the corners of my eyes. That's fine, it's really good. There was nothing wrong with my stubborn persistence, not relying on him, not getting close to him, not fighting for him - even though I knew clearly in my heart that when I was confused, he was different to me. Otherwise, I would have to hide and cry now. Love is very short and fragile. My nominal parents fell in love at first sight and then fell in love with each other vigorously against the wishes of both families. My mother, who was even pregnant out of wedlock, took me across the ocean and came here from China... As a result, there is a lot of trouble, a couple turns into a resentful wife, no matter how beautiful the memories are, they cannot withstand repeated hurts, a charming and nagging mother, a romantic and weak father, there is no myth or fairy tale in love, all the gold and jade are buried under the surface, which is increasingly rotten and unbearable. But friendship is different. Friendship can be maintained by oneself, cherishing each other's fate, cherishing each other, without getting too involved in each other, without having to bear all the trivial matters. It is easy to get in, and not difficult to get out. Compared with love, it is less sweet, but more stable. This kind of feeling is suitable for me. I am desperate for true love, and I am afraid of being hurt by love. I think in those days when I was frightened and wanted to see everyone's faces, I not only increased my sensitivity to people and things, but also lost my basic trust in human nature. Most people, excluding the Nioh family, the gentle and elegant Uncle Nioh, the passionate and romantic Aunt Nioh, and this special man in front of me, who makes me play all kinds of tricks but always firmly protects me behind him... I don't like anyone except them, adults and children alike. Of course, I will still be happy to see the happiness of others, especially the generous and self-centered star god Wuyue who became my second best friend of the same year. Every time I hear anecdotes about her love affair with that incredibly beautiful goddess minister, even though I am used to smiling, I feel warm from the bottom of my heart. But when I saw Nioh looking at her, I suddenly didn't know what the expectation, the unwillingness, and the despair in my heart were. My choice back then was not wrong - when I was alone, I touched my heart and encouraged myself over and over again. Xinlan, even if you have known each other for ten years and you can see through his thoughts more easily than others, it does not mean that he must have the same feelings for you. What's more, you can also see that he is not attracted to you. Although you have never tried hard, if you try hard and still can't get it, will you be more desperate and without any trust? You must, right, you are such a coward. It's okay, Xinlan, it's not illegal to be timid, there are cowards' ways of living for cowards. Moreover, now, doesn't he often come to see you under the pretense of buying flowers? Such a long-lasting relationship is very good, right, Xinlan. You did the right thing, Xinlan. However, even if I comfort myself like this, I still occasionally feel empty, unwilling and lonely in my heart. However, the most important thing now is why he suddenly came here, and even with a smile that looked so handsome, charming, and seductive to others. I am still sensitively aware that that is actually very fake and very gloomy. Pulling myself together, I put on my cutest smile and walked up to him: "Hello~ Niou-kun, long time no see!" It turns out that the girl is getting married. The only girl he has been attracted to in the past eighteen years is about to put on a white gauze, step on the red carpet, and spend her life with another man who makes her smile sweetly and brightly. Staring intently at the man in front of me who always seemed to have everything in his hands, I suddenly heard the sound of a string that had been tense in my calm heart suddenly breaking. His lips were still opening and closing, and his voice was filled with his unique uninhibitedness: "... That careless woman has always been confused. It's only a matter of time before she gets married early because of pregnancy... I don't know what to give as a gift, so let's just do this. I will pay for it, you will contribute, and the two of us will work together to give a big gift..." His smile didn't change, his tone didn't change, but why, I felt that somewhere in his heart, he was also crying? In fact, he doesn't care as much as he shows or thinks. The girl named Maomao told me that they were not suitable, so Nioh withdrew early. When he realized that he was tempted, he knew better that he could not fall. However, the feelings he gave could be completely let go if he said he didn't care, and he could be calm and careless if he took them back. He is a smart man and will not let himself get hurt. However, even if he is a genius, he cannot completely predict or completely control things like love. What he can do is make the most suitable decision for himself. What he can't control is his care and sadness. I don't know where the courage came from, but I actually threw myself into his arms for the first time and hugged his neck. "... Xinlan?" I could hear his surprise, and I could feel his stiffness. Yes, before this, even I didn't expect that one day I would take the initiative to throw myself into his arms. "Can you give me a hug? Just for a minute." I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly. I shed big tears. In the past ten years, I have watched my parents quarrel and suffered all the looks from my illegitimate daughter, but I have not shed a single tear. They just flowed out uncontrollably. That's not the case, I don't want to cry, but why does my heart suddenly hurt so much when I see his gloomy smile and hear his pretending to be relaxed? Nioh, you are such a fool. You have been pretending for so long and deceiving others for so long. Do you even want to deceive yourself? Nioh, you are the stupidest idiot in the world! "Idiot, why can't you grow up? If you're sad, just vent it out. If you're in pain, just cry! Fool! Big fool!" I hugged him tightly, as if I would use up all my strength to hold him. Unknowingly, I shouted out all the thoughts in my heart. "Why am I sad... Hey, don't cry!" He seemed frightened by my reaction and subconsciously comforted me. "It's none of your business to cry. Shut up!" Haha, it turns out that I can be so rude sometimes. Fool, you've been wearing a mask for too long and you can't cry anymore. So, let me cry for you, okay? After crying, you are still the invincible and cunning deceiver, and I am still Su Xinlan guarding my own island. Just let me indulge this time, okay? It was so embarrassing. After sending Niou out of the door, I patted my blushing cheeks. I didn't know whether it was because I was crying or because I was embarrassed when I thought about it. I actually cried in his arms for a full twenty minutes. He must have been exhausted from holding my fleshy body. However, his embrace was really warm. The moment he put his chin on my head, it really seemed like I had gained the trust of the whole world. It would be great if I could keep hugging you like that. But, how is that possible? This man's embrace is too warm and tempting, but it doesn't belong to me. I have long vowed not to shed a tear for love, so today's crying and today's hug are just a short dream between me and him, with no permanent future. But after all, when he left, he looked relieved. It's great, such a sincere smile is worth all my courage. Nioh, thank you for allowing me to cry happily for you and me. By the way, what is he talking about, the flower arrangement for Maomao's wedding, right... Hmm... Let me think about it, Margaret, Casablanca, represents love and purity, plus red passionate carnations, orange blooming cosmos... And the new arrival, the bird of paradise in full bloom... If you want to match flowers... Oh... Use lily of the valley, it is suitable for that elegant girl, and for the rest, use white lace flowers... I quickly sketched out the wedding arrangements and the design of the bouquet in my mind. Looking around at the elegant and fragrant children in the city, I couldn't help but smile. Let's work together to give that girl an unforgettable wedding. For her, for her lover, and for the silver fox that will always be in my heart. The sudden dizziness caused me to slow down my hands in packing the flowers, my eyelids were fighting, and I slowly closed them uncontrollably... Then... With my final sobriety, what I saw was the cold ground... Finally... Darkness... What's wrong with me?

Read this chapter Suddenly I felt that this priest was not so annoying after all.

Alas, whether Ji Ying or Maomao, they both have such a good understanding, but they are destined not to become lovers. However, the fraudster still fell in without any regrets. He often walked by the river, how could he not get his shoes wet? I hope he can meet a good woman who can have a happy ending with him

This chapter made me feel so sweet, so sweet, I finally finished the abuse, ah, I'm so touched But it's not easy to get married and start a family at such a young age.

In fact, the author is very kind in dividing the line … Liar, big liar...

"The Net King fanfic of the easy route, the Net King fanfic of the easy route, the Net King fanfic of the easy route, the Net King fanfic of the easy route," … Liar... It's not that I won't be tortured, the time has not yet come… You vicious stepmother... Several chapters in a row are filled with abuse, woo woo, I'm convinced by you, Shenyue, it's true

Why is this ending making me even more confused

So the two of them are considered together? . Fox and Heart Blue. That last sentence is true. Another couple with no ending.

Oh. Finally, after so many cruel chapters, I came across this sweet chapter.

I'm not very impressed with this childhood sweetheart... I'll just make a pile with the fox~ Speaking of which, the boss always likes to come up with some weird nicknames... Zi TouTou? Sweat