His parents are both famous gardeners and are good at growing roses. He grew up growing flowers and likes roses. I majored in horticulture in college and later owned the most beautiful flower shop in the city.
I met her in a discotheque called Tuberose. She was the lead dancer at the disco, wearing sexy clothes and having focused eyes. He gave her a cold look, stood up and wanted to leave. There was a sudden commotion, and a guest who was intoxicated by alcohol suddenly jumped onto the disco and hugged her. Her beauty suddenly turned pale. The disco was a bit chaotic, filled with confused laughter and screams...
After the incident, she did not forget to bow politely to everyone, but there were unwiped tears in the corners of her eyes. A heartache that he had never felt before suddenly came to his heart, and he didn't know how to comfort her. Seeing a bouquet of roses on the table, he took one out and handed it to her with a smile. She was obviously a little surprised. But I still took the rose. Suddenly, she let out a soft cry of "Ouch", her finger was pricked by a thorn on the branch, and blood flowed from her white finger. He was at a loss and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it lightly a few times, shaking her head lightly.
He fell in love with her. At one or two o'clock in the morning, when she got off work, he would take her to have a late-night snack, give her a bouquet of roses, and remove all the thorns from each rose in advance. She took the rose from him and murmured quietly: "In fact, there is no need to pull out the thorns of the rose. A rose with thorns pulled out is no longer a rose..."
After knowing each other for more than half a year, he took her to meet his parents. His parents liked her very much. When his mother asked her about her job, he quickly said that she was an office worker, and her mother smiled with satisfaction.
Later, he asked her to resign, saying that he could fully support her. She was unwilling and told him that she liked this job and spent the money she earned. He was angry at her for the first time. She stopped making trouble, stared at him for a long time, turned around and went out.
She never came back. A year later, he received her E-mail: ...Every rose has its thorns. Just as everyone has parts of their character that others cannot accept, caring for a rose does not mean eradicating all its thorns. , but should learn how not to be stung by the thorns of roses...
I have loved roses for so long, but I don’t understand roses. He suddenly covered his face and cried loudly...#story# #life# #美文# #cure unhappiness# #emotion#
