What is this?

Vanity was attracted to the light in front of her eyes, the whole person unconsciously leaned against the window, the body affixed to the glass window, and found a circle of fluorescent lamps hanging outside the window.

The fluorescent lamp is not the point, the point is that the shape of the lamp is around... the heart shape.

Vanity’s heart suddenly became very fast.

She was a little excited to look back at Van Gogh, who was also at this time, suddenly pacing forward and walking behind her.

His strong chest, almost clung to her back, for a moment, Fanny felt that she could hear his heartbeat.

“Look down, look downstairs.”The voice of Van Gogh sounded in her ears.

Vanity's brain is empty.

He had never been so close to her, to speak to her in such an ambiguous tone, that when he had just spoken, she could even feel his warm breath, right in her ear.

Itchy.

Vanity turned back to God, and, according to his words, looked down.

Seeing the pattern on the grass downstairs, she was shocked!

It was like I couldn't believe my eyes, I reached out and rubbed it, and then I pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window in an anxious rush and rushed to the balcony.

Hold the guardrail and look out.

"Be careful."Van Gogh reached and grabbed her shoulder, but did not stop her from seeing.

Vanity could clearly see the grass downstairs, a fluorescent lamp, is emitting a dazzling light, patchwork into "Vanny, happy birthday!". .

In the middle of the fluorescent lamp, a large bouquet of roses was quietly placed there.

Like the arrangement upstairs, the roses in the grass are surrounded by a ring of heart-shaped fluorescent lamps, fiery red petals, and in the white light, they meet each other.

At the moment when Vanity looked down, it seemed to have received some signal below, and the original still fluorescence on the grass suddenly became beating, and with a flashy rhythm, it was soaring upward...

Was it her delusion?

Vanity opened her eyes to tears, staring at the scene in front of her, shocking to the indescribable.

“Firefly is a firefly!”Vanity realized what she had seen, and cried out.

Looking back and looking at Van Gogh with amazement.

“Why are there so many fireflies here this season?”

“Do you like it?”Van Gogh reached out for her to sort out the blown bangs of bangs, saw the smile on her face and the excitement of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

“I like it!”Fanny really liked it, loved this one-of-a-kind gift, and loved the people who carefully prepared it for her.

Will he come to the meeting so late to prepare for her this surprise?

"As long as you like, even if it's not something you should have this season, I'll send it to you."In the deep eyes of the Vatican, the former forbearance hesitate, word for word.

“...”

Vanessa was shocked again.

Just look at him like that, half-sounding and dare not speak.

Is it a psychological effect?

How did she feel, today's brother, a little different.

Where it is different, she can’t say.

Very gentle.

A bit more overbearing.

And the love words are full... what he just said, is it love words?

But how could he talk to her?

The picture in front of you is too unreal, it always feels like a dream.

Vanessa reached out and pinch her face, which hurt a little.

And she remembers that today is really her birthday.

Then she reached out and choked Van Van Van Gogh’s face, and heard him groaning bitterly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not a dream.