Moonlight Love Poem

I was about to leave when Brian stopped me, got up from the bed, and straightened his neckline.

"Wait a minute, I have something to show you."

Brian took me into the college's botanical garden.

I don't know what he did after becoming a graduate student, but he actually has a corner of his own. Although it's not big, it's enough to make me wonder.You know, only professors can have their own exclusive space in the botanical garden.

"Look here." Brian pointed to the only green shoot on the ground that was still green and straight.

"?" I couldn't figure out what he wanted me to see.

"It's not easy to do this, don't blink." Brian took out a small bottle and handed it to me, which contained a purple potion. "Pour the potion on the roots of the seedlings. Be careful, don't spill it."

"What happens if you spill it?" I asked.

"Then I won't be able to sleep tonight..." Brian looked at me with a smile.

When he said this, I was a little nervous, so I carefully opened the cork and poured it on the roots of the seedlings, making sure not a single drop of potion was wasted.

After pouring the potion, I breathed a sigh of relief, "And then?"

"Then wait for a few minutes." Brian retracted the bottle and looked at me with a smile, "Why are you so nervous? Lord Rose Duke?"

"Of course it's because of you!" I replied angrily, "I wouldn't do it if it was someone else."

"It's really sweet and sweet..." Brian said something in a low voice, but I couldn't hear it clearly. I asked, but he just shook his head and motioned me to look at the seedling.

When I lowered my head, I realized that the seedling was actually growing rapidly. It was about a finger high just now, but now it has grown to the position of my knee.

"What the hell are you planting?" I looked up at Brian.

"A little thing."

I kept looking down, wondering just how tall it could grow.

The plant eventually grew to my chest, the green buds growing into a red and purple rose with no thorns on the root.

What is this?

I looked at Brian, expressing my doubts with my eyes.

But Brian reached out and broke the flower.

I was stunned, and watched him hand the rose to me: "This is the combination of the rose and Zihuanhua I developed. I give it to you. You can call it Zihuan Rose."

...such a simple and easy-to-understand name.

I took it with my hand and took a closer look, but I didn't see why it was better than ordinary roses, or is this a unique research method for scholars?

"Why does this rose have no thorns?" I asked.

"Because I don't want you to get hurt." Brian said, "I don't care about others, but the flower does not grow thorns for you, you can't let others hold it."

Did you mean to trouble me?

"..." I was silent for a few seconds, and promised, "I will definitely hold it with my own hands and insert it into the vase in my room with my own hands. Don't worry."

Brian hummed and looked down at the broken part of the stem.

I took a closer look at the rose and found that the purple petals were a little rough to the touch, and the red ones were the same as ordinary roses.

Brian suddenly asked me: "Do you know what its flower language is?"

"...Do I love you very, very much?" I simply added the flower language of the two flowers together.

"..."

"Brian?"

Brian didn't speak, I called his name.

He seems to be very happy all the time today, and his eyes are always smiling, not like the usual solemn and reserved him.

"Yes, Anse has always been very smart." Brian affirmed, "But he can be more literary."

"You said."

Brian was thinking, and I spun the red and purple Zihuan Rose waiting for his answer.

I'd like to see how talented you are.Is it possible to say something more that I love you as I love myself?

However, this sentence does not seem to be suitable for showing sincerity.

Brian was still thinking, I put the rose up to my nose and sniffed it, and I smelled a little rose fragrance, but it was not strong.

Brian turned his head to stare at me for a moment, and when I looked up he spoke.

"Steal a kiss."

"what?"

"The language of flowers is, steal a kiss."

I looked at him blankly for a while, not understanding the connection between the two, nor how he came up with this flower language.

Or, as Elvis said, if a person reads too many books, it is easy to say something that has nothing to do with the previous sentence?