Lively and fragrant

Despite Ning Zhiyuan's reluctance, the news that they were about to get married again was spread out of the Ning residence and spread throughout Mowangling.

Everyone is looking forward to it, wondering what Master Ning is planning to let his son marry an ordinary flower girl, and even more wondering whether the marriage will be successful this time.

People who are close to Ning Zhiyuan and Xia Chan are happy and sad, Le Yan pinches her veil tightly, she doesn't understand why Ning Zhiyuan still wants to marry Xia Chan after losing his memory, Le Yan sees Looking at this garden full of peach blossoms, recalling every little bit of getting along with Ning Zhiyuan, she didn't want to give up, she vaguely felt that if she gave up Ning Zhiyuan, she would become like an ordinary flower girl, an ordinary girl. Live an unremarkable life.

This is not what she wants. She has a strange fragrance since she was a child, can communicate with flowers and trees, and has a keen sense of smell. How can she be so ordinary? !

"Hehe, Xia Chan, if it wasn't for you..."

In the peach blossom forest, Le Yan's sometimes crisp and sometimes sharp laughter could not be dissipated for a long time.

Ning Zhiyuan was sitting under a shady tree, holding a beautiful sunflower in his hand, staring at the sunflower with his head down, wondering what he was thinking...

Xia Chan jumped behind Ning Zhiyuan in three steps and two steps, and covered his eyes, "Guess who I am?"

"Xia Chan, don't make trouble." Ning Zhiyuan's voice was soft and a little tired. He struggled all night last night. Sometimes he was excited because he was going to marry Xia Chan, and sometimes he was angry because he was forced to marry. Grabbing the wall, I didn't sleep well all night.

Xia Chan smiled awkwardly, she also knew that Zhiyuan was unhappy, but in case Le Yan had to do this, the memory could be recovered bit by bit...

"Why do you call me Xia Chan? Didn't you tell me to call me Xia Mianmian?"

"What did I call you before?" Ning Zhiyuan asked suddenly, now he was suddenly curious about the past, especially the relationship with this girl.

"You...you used to call me Mianmian, and when you were angry, you called me Xia Mianmian..." Xia Chan also missed Ning Zhiyuan who liked her.

"Mianmian?" Ning Zhiyuan's expression was a little lonely, Xia Chan didn't like him like this, so he changed the subject without a trace.

"What are you doing with the sunflower?"

Ning Zhiyuan glanced at Xia Chan who was sitting cross-legged beside him, "I want to eat melon seeds..."

"........."

"Ning Zhiyuan, do you know the flower language of sunflowers?"

Ning Zhiyuan was surprised, Xia Chan aroused Ning Zhiyuan's curiosity, and Ning Zhiyuan, who had been pretending to be cold, was finally willing to talk to Xia Chan, "What is flower language?"

"It's what flowers represent."

"Then what is the flower language of sunflowers? Many children and grandchildren?"

"Silent love..."

Ning Zhiyuan threw the sunflower in his hand at once, "I don't like silent love, of course you have to say it if you like it."

Xia Chan smiled and took out a platycodon flower, "This is for you."

Ning Zhiyuan stared at Xia Chan, "What is the language of flowers?"

"Legends say that the blooming of bellflowers represents the coming of happiness again. But some people can grasp happiness, but some people are destined to miss it, unable to catch it, and unable to keep the flowers. Therefore, bellflowers have double meanings: eternal love and hopelessness Love."

Ning Zhiyuan took the little white flower, "Eternal love and hopeless love?"

Ning Zhiyuan carefully put the flower in his pocket, "Is there any other interesting flower language?"

Ning Zhiyuan, who has always been knowledgeable, encountered his own blind spot, and began his long and shameless questioning, forgetting that the person in front of him was someone who wanted to force him into marriage.

Xia Chan heaved a sigh of relief, amnesia or something is really annoying, but seeing how badly Ning Zhiyuan was bullied by her before, let's accommodate him...

Xia Chan wouldn't admit it, she just couldn't bear...she couldn't bear to leave Ning Zhiyuan.

"Let me tell you, the most complicated flower language is the flower language of red roses, can you remember it?"

"It's okay, my young master's head is not the head of an ordinary person, I can remember it once you say it!" Ning Zhiyuan shivered again.

Xia Chan chuckled, she was still familiar with Ning Zhiyuan, "One flower represents you are my only one, two represents only you and me in the world, three represents I love you... nine hundred and ninety-nine represents endless love... ..."

After saying the last sentence, Xia Chan fell asleep like a child who finished her homework. Ning Zhiyuan wasn't the only one who didn't sleep well last night.

Ning Zhiyuan lay on the grass, heard the sound of even breathing around him, turned over, supported his body with one hand, and put the other under his head, silently looking at Xia Chan beside him.

Xia Chan who was asleep could not be as enchanting as last night, instead she was pure and innocent. The sound of her soft breathing made Ning Zhiyuan feel a little unreal. When they first met her, she seemed like a peach blossom fairy, and the beautiful singing made him intoxicated.

The second time they met, she turned into her stepmother. His father called her affectionately, and she affectionately called him Zhiyuan, Ning Zhiyuan fled in despair.

The third time he ran to her room, she still sat on it, but she was completely different from the person in the peach blossom forest.

Now she was lying beside him, lying recklessly on the grass, like a crazy girl, but she knew something that he didn't even know.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't know what words to use to describe this girl... Of course, if he was a modern person, he would definitely say that Xia Chan was smart.

Xia Chan slept soundly. She smelled the smell of Ning Zhiyuan and slept peacefully. She didn't dream that Ning Zhiyuan and Le Yan were married, nor did she dream that she was shot to death by Xiao Yataro. In the dream, Ning Zhiyuan He recovered his memory and kept admitting mistakes to her.

The dream was probably really beautiful, Xia Chan laughed out loud, Ning Zhiyuan, who was about to leave, looked back at Xia Chan who was lying on the grass and giggling, after all, emotion overcame reason, walked over, bent down and hugged Xia Chan.

"...It's so heavy, what do you eat every day!" Ning Zhiyuan would never admit that he was a little distracted while holding Xia Chan, Xia Chan's soft body and her scent of milk made Ning Zhiyuan faintly look forward to their marriage That day... Shaking his head, Ning Zhiyuan told himself that he was forced into marriage!This woman still wants to be her own stepmother!

Poor Ning Zhiyuan was about to be tormented by Xia Chan.

The author has something to say: Not only Ning Zhiyuan and Xia Chan are separated, but even I am going to separate!By the way, let me tell you one thing, maybe I will go to work in the next two days or so. If the work is easy, I will update you as much as possible. If I am busy, I have no choice. 17~QAQ, I have to live too, if I really can’t update, please forgive me QAQ!