I have few friends, but many childhood sweethearts.

Chapter 225. The Language of Red Roses
Xia Xiaoxiao and her group got off at Shuilong Village, which they were going back to, one stop earlier than Chuxi Village.

The bus traveled for about an hour, and we were almost there in Shuilong Village.

"There's a village ahead in Shuilong Village!" Xu Qingfan shouted to the bus driver in Cantonese.

The buses in their area never stop at bus stops. If you don't call out your stop in advance and there's no one waiting for the bus, it will just accelerate and drive away without stopping at all.

Many people with social anxiety are so afraid to speak that they often have to ride the bus for several stops before getting off.

"Auntie, please be careful with Xiaoxiao. Call me when you arrive." After the bus started to slow down and move to the right, Xu Qingfan stood up to give up his seat so that the two people inside could get out.

"Thank you, Xiao Fan. Be careful too. Call Xiao Xiao when you arrive to let her know you're safe." Lin Jing smiled and patted his head.

"Be careful on the road, don't just keep looking down at your phone!" Xia Xiaoxiao was clearly still angry that he hadn't given her flowers earlier, and she glared at him irritably as she came out.

"Okay, what date are we going to your grandparents' house?"

"Is the second day of the Lunar New Year okay?" Xia Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered this matter and asked, hoping to get it over with as soon as possible.

The real reason is that if I go on the second day of the Lunar New Year, I can see this stinky dog ​​on that day.

"Row."

The car didn't wait for anyone. The two exchanged only a few words before Xia Xiaoxiao reached the back door. She took one last look at Xu Qingfan and stepped out of the car.

After she and Lin Jing got off the bus, they stood there watching it drive away.

"Happy New Year!" Xu Qingfan poked his head out of the window and waved goodbye to them.

Xia Xiaoxiao didn't smile brightly until the bus had completely disappeared from sight.

Happy New Year, you silly dog!
After walking a short distance with her mother, Xia Xiaoxiao remembered that the roses were still in her schoolbag. Afraid that the flowers would be crushed by the items inside, she quickly unzipped the bag and took them out.

Seeing that the two flowers were still intact, the girl smiled faintly at them, put them back on her backpack, and put them away again.

Lin Jing smiled as she watched her daughter's little gesture, but didn't say anything. Clearly, she didn't want to interfere in the relationship between the children.

The road back to the village is not long, only a five or six-minute walk.

Xia Xiaoxiao is no shorter than Lin Jing anymore; on the contrary, at 1.7 meters tall, she is a few centimeters taller than her mother.

As she walked arm in arm with Lin Jing, she could inevitably catch a glimpse of the beautiful bouquet of pink roses out of the corner of her eye.

Even though it was a gift for her mother, the girl was still a little unhappy. What's wrong with her mother? She's jealous of her mother too!
Remembering what the dog had said when he delivered the flowers, "Pink roses symbolize gentleness and elegance," Xia Xiaoxiao suddenly became curious about the meaning of red roses. After all, this was the first time someone had given her roses, the first time someone had given her roses alone!

Without hesitation, Xia Xiaoxiao immediately took out her phone and started searching.

Fortunately, I'm used to the nine-grid layout, so blind typing with one hand is no problem at all. In no time, I typed the five characters 'the meaning of red roses' into the search engine.

[The language of red roses is love. Roses are the flowers of love. One rose represents that you are the only one in my heart, and two roses represent that it is just the two of us in this world!] Xia Xiaoxiao read the above content silently in her heart, and couldn't help but smile foolishly as she read.

[So two roses symbolize a world for two, hehe~ Shameless! I don't want a world for two with you!]
Xia Xiaoxin put her phone away with satisfaction, then glanced at her mother to make sure she wasn't watching, and felt relieved.

"Mom, are you tired carrying these flowers? Do you want me to help you?"

"Sure, thank you, honey."

"Yes, Mom, you're welcome!"

the other side.

Five minutes later, Xu Qingfan also got off the bus.

Watching the departing vehicle, he was speechless for a moment. He was supposed to be a billionaire, yet he had to travel in an old, run-down car. "How much does it cost to get back to Chuxi Village?"

"Ten dollars."

"Isn't it usually five yuan?"

"Hey handsome, it's Chinese New Year, if you're not going to take me, don't waste my time. You don't need to pay for gas for the round trip!" the motorcyclist said impatiently.

"Sit down, sit down, don't drive so fast, I'm afraid of dying."

"Don't talk about this during the New Year, sit tight!"

A few minutes later, Xu Qingfan nervously paid the money and got off the motorcycle.

He hadn't been back for almost half a year, and the village had changed so much that he hardly recognized it anymore.

The detached bungalows I remember have completely disappeared. The shortest houses I can see now are three stories high, at least ten meters tall.

At the village entrance, there were many unfamiliar faces. Many of his childhood playmates went to work in the factory of Haowei Group after graduating from junior high school. They got married and held banquets when they were sixteen or seventeen. By the time they went to register their marriage at the age of 22, their children were old enough to run errands.

Xu Qingfan went straight back to his maternal grandparents' house without stopping, because it was New Year's Eve and many people were coming to deliver gifts.

"Grandma, Aunt." Grandma was sitting in the yard warming herself by the fire, holding her new grandson in her arms.

"Xiao Fan is here! Come and see Zinzai, he's spitting up milk foam." Because she was worried about waking her grandson who had just fallen asleep, Lai Manyao did not get up.

"How did Xiao Fan get down?" Song Zhujun asked with concern.

"I came by bus, and I'm stuck with such unreliable parents." He looked helpless.

After nodding to indicate that she understood, the aunt looked down at the baby again.

Song Zhujun gave birth to a healthy baby boy weighing 8 pounds and 2 ounces last November. The baby is now three months old, which is the most adorable age in the baby's life.

The baby boy was named Yao Zixin, with the nickname Zixinzai.

When it came to naming his younger cousin, Xu Qingfan suggested that he name him Yao Zixuan. His maternal grandfather asked him why, and he said that it sounded powerful enough. Then he was kicked out of the decision-making body.

"Grandpa, Uncle."

"Ah."

After greeting the adults in the room, he casually found a corner to sit down.

Clearly, the birth of his younger cousin has diverted a large part of the love his maternal grandparents once had for him. After all, he is their own grandson, and they are already very content to be able to hold their own grandson in their lifetime.

Xu Qingfan didn't have any particular thoughts. He wasn't lacking in love, and he wouldn't be jealous of a little cousin.

He's content as long as his family can live a better life.

[I'm curious how that wicked auntie is doing now, and what about that child who's seventeen years older than me, I don't know if she's my cousin or not.] He let his mind wander.

Zhong Wenqing later specifically asked a teacher at Yenching Normal University to retrieve Chen Zipei's file, because her parents were both university professors, so it was relatively easy to find out about her.

After asking around, the result was that they had immigrated abroad with their whole family in the 1990s.

The matter was thus left unresolved.

(End of this chapter)