Chapter 110 The Language of Flowers in Casablanca
The girl's mood is essentially no different from that of a child, and her facial expressions change so quickly that even the Sichuan Opera master would be amazed.

Martha, who had just made a big mistake in front of the tricolor rose, soon became more cheerful after walking through a few other flower gardens. Although she no longer dared to assert that this was a certain flower or that was a certain grass, the love in her eyes was obviously not fake.

Every time this happened, Lin Yan would follow up in time and explain to Martha the names, culture, origins and other knowledge of these special flowers and plants, which left Martha stunned.

However, this "stunned" is obviously not a positive description.

"Isn't this flower called Lycoris radiata? It's the famous flower of the other shore. In many literary works, it is endowed with romantic images such as death and the separation of lovers. Why do you Chinese call it... Lycoris radiata? Doesn't this remind people of garlic? It doesn't sound romantic at all! Change the name! From now on, when I see Lycoris radiata flowers, I will think of garlic heads! Woohoo, compensate me with a pair of ears that haven't heard what you said!"

"What? Yan, can you say it again? This is a dandelion? There are actually purple dandelions? I've never even heard of them! Eh? Legend has it that as long as you see this extremely rare purple dandelion, it means that the love you pursue will definitely bear fruit? That's great, then now that we see it doesn't it mean... Yeah? So you want to say that your Chinese flower planting technology is the best in the world, and you can even plant a large area of ​​this rare flower at will? You... I..."

"Tulips! Daffodils! Chamomiles! There's no way I can mistake these three kinds of flowers! These flowers can be picked and registered for purchase right? I want these three kinds of flowers! Pack them for me!"

Mad!
Why did things turn out like this!
As Martha walked around, she couldn't stop wanting to cry.

Where's the romantic confession? Where's the garden romance?
Flowers are the most romantic symbol for girls! A couple walks in a sea of ​​flowers together, and the knight chooses the flower that the princess likes the most. This is obviously a very romantic story, but why is it messed up like this?

I beg you not to interpret the language of flowers so clearly, please? Leave me some room for romantic reverie, Yan!

In stark contrast to her current depression, the champagne in the live broadcast room has now been opened.

"Okay, okay, that's it. I knew Brother Yan would ruin all the romantic atmosphere."

"That's right, what 'everlasting love'? As long as the bees pollinate the flowers, the flowers will change color to another language. That's bullshit love! We should strike hard at this little girl's romantic imagination and let her fully realize the cruelty of reality!"

"Brother Yan, you are my hero! Straight men don't have love! Whether I can catch up with Martha depends on you, Brother Yan!"

"Tsk, although I don't want Martha to be kidnapped by that Chinese kid, why do I feel like I've been affected by his verbal attacks?"

"How am I going to give flowers to my girlfriend in the future? Why do I feel like all flowers that represent love have problems?"

"I can no longer look at the language of these flowers. Please give me a brain that hasn't watched today's live broadcast."

Martha, who was physically and mentally traumatized, now only felt tired.

She had completely lost track of what Lin Yan was trying to do. Since he knew so much about the language of flowers, he should know the meaning behind the flowers she liked, right?

Why does he have to destroy every flower language? Could it be...

Is this Yan's response? He couldn't have been unaware that I was implicitly responding to his confession in this way, but he kept deconstructing the love language of these flowers. Could it be that he meant... rejection?

Did I think too much before? Did he really just bring me to Huacheng to change his mood? Did he think it was not the right time to confess to me? Or...he had never...

Thinking of this, my already confused mood suddenly became even worse.

And just as she began to feel depressed again, the two of them strolled over to a new cluster of flowers.

"This flower is...Casablanca?"

It was a white flower shaped like a lily.

There are four or five flowers on one stem, each with six white petals, and the stamens stand proudly on seven branches, with fragrance coming from all directions.

Martha pouted, looking at the bright Casablanca in front of her, and said angrily: "Isn't it just an ordinary lily? Nothing special, right? But... I do remember the name Casablanca. It's a famous American movie, I've seen it several times!"

"Casablanca", one of the most outstanding and dazzling films of the American black-and-white film era, tells the story of a deeply intertwined vortex of love, country, and justice presented in a tavern against the background of the second season of Blue Star.

Even though the blue planet had already entered the era of color and even 3D movies, the quality of "Casablanca" was undoubtedly excellent, and even Martha, a royal princess, was deeply fascinated by the love in the film.

However, this flower named "Casablanca" was indeed the first time she had seen it.

Seeing that Martha did know the movie Casablanca, Lin Yan smiled and explained:

"Casablanca is not an uncommon name. In fact, when the film was launched, the words of the Casablanca flower were chosen - sacrifice, dedication, and the glorious spirit of sacrificing one's own family for the sake of everyone."

Martha looked at Lin Yan in confusion: "Is this true?"

Lin Yan swore: "How could I lie to you?"

"It's obvious you're lying to me the moment you say that!"

Martha stuck out her tongue, but for a moment she couldn't tell what was strange.

After all, the flower language is indeed the same as the theme of the movie in her impression.

Lin Yan then explained to Martha the growing environment and historical origins of the Casablanca flower, and he was able to justify his statement, so that Martha and the audience in the live broadcast room were convinced of his statement.

till the end.

"Well... although you chose the flowers you wanted, Martha, I haven't given you any flowers yet."

Lin Yan looked at the venue and said, "We have spent quite some time walking around the Flower City. We are almost at the end of the road. There are not many good flowers ahead. Since you like the movie, I will give you some Casablanca flowers."

He called the waiter and picked two stems of eight Casablanca flowers, woven seven of them into a bouquet as a gift for Martha, and planted the most beautiful one in Martha's hair, becoming the most beautiful flower decoration on her body.

"So, so beautiful..."

Looking at herself in the mirror and at the beautiful flower decoration that was a perfect match for her, Martha was genuinely amazed, and her previous depression was instantly swept away.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was also amazed at the compatibility between Martha and the Casablanca flower, and they exclaimed, "If we pick this flower, we will feel like something is missing."

"I didn't realize that Brother Yan has such good taste. The flowers he chose are really good!"

"Where did Brother Yan get all this weird knowledge? I have a feeling that Brother Yan banned all those flowers just for this Casablanca?"

"Who cares? She looks good anyway, doesn't she? Martha has become prettier, and the most important thing is that Yan Gou didn't snatch Martha away. I win twice!"

"Hey, that's not right! I looked up the flower language of Casablanca..."

Ignoring the noise in the live broadcast room, Martha touched the flower decoration on her head and finally showed her sweet smile again.

"Thank you, Yan, for the flowers you gave me...I love them very much!"

(End of this chapter)