七夕这天,她居然收到一束鲜花——不是他送的。她捧着鲜花,眼神被花擦得一亮一亮的,脸上的笑容比花还灿烂。她哼着歌,满屋子转着为花找合适的位置。她从来没有这样兴奋过,简直有些欣喜若狂。他疑惑了,满是醋意地问,“这花谁送的,有股子浓香。”其实,花香明明是清淡的。她不答话,依旧陶醉在花香里,闭着眼睛使劲嗅。 Tanabata day, she actually received a bouquet of flowers - not that he sent. She was holding flowers, her eyes were shined with flowers, her face smoother than flowers. Her humming song, full house turned to find the right place for the flower. She had never been so excited, she was ecstatic. He wondered, full of jealous asks, “Who sent the flowers, fragrant shares.” In fact, the flowers are clearly light. She does not answer, still intoxicated in the flowers, eyes closed hard sniff.