"Azhao, why did you take such a good shot?"

"Of course there are skills to take pictures." Uesugi Doo hugged Uesugi's heart in his arms.

Mrs. Uesugi took the camera to look at him: "Then tell me and your aunt the skills?"

"Want to listen?"

"Don't keep it a secret." Mrs. Uesugi held the camera in both hands and showed her mother's identity.

"Well...but I can't say it, even if I insist on telling me."

Mrs. Hanamaru: "What are the skills you just mentioned, Xiaozhao?"

"The technique of taking photos is to take pictures of beautiful girls. You only need to have a good-looking girl to appear on the camera, and the photos are naturally beautiful." Uesugi said after thinking for a while.

He is just praising the beauty of fireworks in disguise.

Mrs. Hanamaru smiled and joked: "If Xiaozhao heard these words, she would be happy in her heart again."

While talking, Mrs. Uesugi had already picked up the camera and went to take pictures of Hanaman Hanabu, who was buying ice cream with Ai.

Press the shutter, click, and a moment of freezing on the screen.

"How is it?" Mrs. Hanamaru turned to look.

"Oh, it's not bad."

"I'll take a look."

In the photo, Hanaman Hanabu looks like she smiles and takes an ice cream cone.

Mrs. Uesugi: "This one is also a side face."

Mrs. Hanamaru nodded: "Hawai Chan's side face looks very good."

Mrs. Uesugi asked: "Speaking of this, Mieko rarely takes photos of fireworks."

Mrs. Hanamaru said, "You forgot that Hanamaru didn't like being photographed before, and said she was not good-looking."

Mrs. Uesugi: "It seems yes, Hanaguchi is much more cheerful now than before."

Mrs. Hanamaru: "Hanawaii started to get better after she fell in love."

"Azhao."

"What's wrong?"

"Pull the firewood sauce over and I'll take a picture of you."

"Take a photo?"

The iris in front are indeed beautiful, colorful but not inferior.

In fact, he didn't have to call Huahuo over. After she bought the ice cream, she brought the two sisters Aiyi over here.

"Give it to Joe-kun's ice cream." Hanamaru Hanabu gave him a purple cone.

“Vanilla flavor?”

"It's "wisteria flower ice cream"!" Aiyi whipped her feet and shouted to him.

Uesugi Takes the ice cream cone from Hanamaru Hanabu and doesn't eat it first: "The wisteria comes up from the wood, which has a fragrance, but is very light, and it should have no taste when made into ice cream."

"Zhaojun...How can I know if I didn't eat it?" Huawanwan tasted very fragrant, and her little mouth sniffed in a sweet taste.

"I'm giving myself a hint first, try to lower the expectations of a certain food in my heart, and the fragrance will be more delicious when I enter the mouth."

"Really?" Hanamaru Hanabu looked at the purple ice cream that had been licked two times in his hand.

"The effect is very little, but it is still useful." Uesugi Do not want to deceive Hanamichi, "the psychology suggests that this thing will only have results after training."

"Have you eaten stinky tofu? The difference between the first impression and the mouth is very big, so it makes thousands of people feel 'very fragrant'."

"No..."

"What is stinky tofu?" Aiyi asked curiously.

“Stinky tofu, but delicious.”

"How come the smelly tofu is delicious?" Aiyi couldn't understand.

"You can understand after eating it."

"Okay, stop chatting," Mrs. Uesugi interrupted Uesugi's bragging time, and then waved to Hanawa, "Come on, Hanawa, I'll take a photo with Azou."

Hanamaru Hanawa walked obediently beside his aunt, holding the little straw hat on his head with both hands, "Where are you taking a picture?"

Although there are iris on this street, there are too many pedestrians.

"Let's walk forward." Mrs. Hanamaru's eyes looked forward along the moving crowd and suggested.

There are photos in the Flower Park no matter what.

When tourists come here, they all want to take pictures of flowers and see people.

Come in from the front, there is a flower shop on the right. The various flowers displayed in the store can be described as flowers competing for beauty.

The flower-selling place naturally attracted the attention of Uesugi.

"Buy and buy flowers?" Mrs. Hanamaru was the first to find out where her son-in-law's attention was focused.

"Azhao likes flowers the most." Mrs. Uesugi also said with a smile.

The Uesugi family's courtyard is filled with roses he planted every year.

"It is said that men who love flowers are more romantic. How is Xiaozhao romantic about Huahuo?" Mrs. Hanamaru pressed Huamaru Huayu in her arms and wanted to pick the flowers in the store.

"Me? Of course this is a secret."

Without saying anything, Mrs. Hanamaru went to ask her daughter.

"Tell me about Firefox."

"Ah..." Hanamaru Hanabu looked a little embarrassed.

The more shy the daughter is, the more she wants to ask as a mother.

"Tell me quickly, tell me quickly."

"Zhaojun usually gives some very good gifts..."

"It's mainly flowers, because I feel that lilies and hana are very compatible." Uesugi Sao interrupted.

This is a homophone, after all, the pronunciation of flower is [hana].

"Also, romance is more than just giving things," Mrs. Hanamaru felt that there was no reason to give things, which would make Hanamaru shy, "Hanamaru said quickly."

"Zhaojun...Zhaojun...Zhaojun has good morning kisses in the morning..." At the urging of his mother, Hanamaru Hanabu said and lowered his head.

"Good morning kiss? Hahaha."

"Where's my dear?"

Hanaman Hanabu was embarrassed to answer, and there were still many pedestrians on the way.

This is the matter between the couple. When the two mothers heard this, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Okay, okay, I won't make fun of you anymore. Come in and find your Zhaojun."

After Huaman Huahuo entered the flower market, the two wives stood at the door and couldn't help but sigh at her changes.

When talking about Huahuo, he always mentions unpleasant memories.

Mrs. Hanamaru:

"In the past, I and my father were the only ones who spent her birthday together with her. She was like a forgotten child. She could only blow out the lonely candles on the happiest day of every girl, folded her hands together, and silently wished herself a happy birthday in her heart.

"At that time, my father and I were behind her. I really hope that some classmates would like to say Happy Birthday to her. Since she was born, she has always been alone...

"After meeting Xiaozhao, at least one of her peers was willing to accompany her. They went to school, went shopping and bought snacks together, and said Happy Birthday to her on her birthday and sang a birthday song, although Xiaozhao sang it really hard at that time.

"Now she is willing to follow Xiaozhao wholeheartedly, and I, a mother, can fully understand it. My childhood memory is always the deepest."

Mrs. Hanamaru's eyes reflected the vivid back of her daughter in the shop. She was holding a pot of flowers and discussing with her loved ones which lily would look better.

"Kiko, you really have to look after your Azhao. If he betrays Huahuo, she is like a ship that broke the rope in the storm, and will only get farther and farther away from the port until it drifts into the center of the storm and becomes fragmented."

"If you say that, I think Azou can't live without Hanao." Mrs. Uesugi also looked at the two of them with Mrs. Hanamaru's gaze.

"Haha, that's certain," Mrs. Hanamaru chuckled softly, "After all, there are not many girls who will say happy birthday to the same boy for more than ten years and give gifts every year.

"Although Hanawai didn't dare to confess, her confession had long been quietly imprinted in her actions."

"It was Hanaguchi's true heart that touched Azawa." Uesuma couldn't help but sigh.

"Zhaojun...how is this flower?"

In the store, Huawanhua held the red and pink flowers next to her straw hat and tried to use them as decorations.

"This is the Ferriginem Cuckoo," Uesugi said to her with a smile. The girl's face in front of her was as pink and charming as this flower. "It's not a decoration, it's a potted plant. You have to buy it and transplant it yourself."

Although there were other customers in the flower shop, all the flowers in front of her seemed to be surrounding her, surrounding her, reflecting her little face full of beauty in dreams.

"Do not move."
To be continued...