Chapter 2090
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"Why are you like this? Wu wu wu wu wu!"
Right when Luo Qingchen was about to lie down and take an afternoon nap to recuperate, the clamorous noise at the entrance of the inn drew her attention.
"Little Yue's voice …" She muttered in a low voice, and then she put on a coat and walked towards the door.
The winter was piercingly cold, and snow fluttered about. Such weather couldn't help but cause one to feel indescribably desolate.
Little Yue stood at the entrance with a pot of cactus in her hand, and her eyes were completely red.
Standing in front of her was a well-dressed man. His face was as clear as jade, and he had an elegant demeanor.
Numerous onlookers had gathered in the surroundings, and all of them were drawn over by Little Yue's cries.
Luo Qingchen's gaze descended onto the wintersweet in the young man's hand. Wintersweet was really a proud and aloof flower, and it could bloom so brilliantly even in such a cold winter.
Besides Little Yue and the young man, there was an old man that carried a carrying pole to buy flowers and plants.
Because of the cold weather, besides wintersweet, he only sold camellia and cactus.
The old man was a merchant, and for the sake of making a living in this cold winter weather, he naturally praised his flowers.
This was what Luo Qingchen heard from the onlookers next door.
"So long as it's my, Uncle Liang's, flowers, then not only can they bloom beautifully in the snow, they can even attract butterflies to stop."
Little Yue pointed at the cactus and said, "It can attract butterflies as well?"
"Of course! Cactus are the best flowers and plants! "
At this moment, Ye Yan who just happened to return to the inn couldn't help but stop moving, and she picked up a pot of wintersweet and said proudly, "Even if butterflies can be attracted in such weather, it's absolutely not that cactus in your hand. The probability of it being wintersweet is much higher.
Little Yue cried when she heard this.
The onlookers by her side told her that Little Yue and Ye Yan were childhood sweethearts.
Little Yue's parents had passed away when she was young, and the owner of the display case saw her begging pitifully on the streets, so he gave her a place to stay.
Since they were young, Ye Yan played with Little Yue like she was Little Yue. Ye Yan was smart, and she understood everything with just a hint. Little Yue had studied something for a long time, so Ye Yan could give her the answer in a few minutes.
As time passed, Little Yue started to hate people like Ye Yan. No matter what he did, he was always number one. He was always high and mighty.
Even if it was the Imperial Examination, he would still be able to become the top scholar.
The most important thing was that this top scholar liked to sing a different tune from her since they were young. If she said one, he would say two. Even if it was an unsolvable right or wrong, Ye Yan could still make it sound absolutely correct.
Little Yue had been in a bad mood recently, so the manager had always asked her to observe the women that came and went, and if there were any good ones, she would introduce them to Ye Yan.
Suddenly, Xiaoyue had a very strange feeling in her heart. It was as if there was a big stone in her chest that made her unhappy.
Yet it just so happened that Ye Yan had come to offend her at this moment!
He clearly knew that her favorite flower in this lifetime was cactus, but he insisted on singing a different tune.
Why did she like cactus? It was probably because cactus looked like her! She wasn't that good-looking, but she was always so strong.
"Xiao Yue, don't cry. You should read more books. Have you ever seen a cactus attract butterflies? "Ye Yan shrugged and chuckled lightly." Otherwise, you'll become a joke to others. "
When he heard Ye Yan's arrogant tone, why did he feel so displeased?
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