"Wow, such a beautiful rose, I really want to use it to win the heart of the girl I like."
"Then I'll teach you how to make one."
"Is it difficult?"
"Not at all, it's just three steps. If you can't learn it, I'll have my husband sing 'Conquer' upside down."
Watching the video, it was a fold, a tuck, and a roll.
It was indeed simple and clear, but after half an hour, Mu Li and Lin Xuanyao, who were forced to participate (forced by Rong Jingyang to learn and make together), along with Rong Jingyang and Su Yuanlin, the four grown men, none of them had learned it.
Holding pieces of silk scarves cut to size, they fought time and time again. Either the sizes were inconsistent, or they were rolled askew, or they were uneven. In short, they were so ugly they couldn't bear to look.
Another half hour passed, and the rough men, who felt like years were passing while battling with handicrafts, still hadn't made a single satisfactory, beautiful, or astonishing rose.
"Sigh—"
A chorus of sighs arose.
Gradually, not only did the men become chest tight and irritable, but they almost developed cervical spondylosis.
Rong Jingyang's breathing became a little rapid, and he slapped Su Yuanlin on the back, "Didn't you say you knew how?"
Su Yuanlin blinked his innocent double eyelids, "...I do know how, but I didn't say I was good at it."
Rong Jingyang snorted through his nose.
Su Yuanlin: "—"
He had reason to suspect that his boss was in a bad mood and simply wanted to vent his anger on him.
So, with a hint of mischief, he said, "You know how too, don't you? Don't be discouraged, keep going! I believe you'll definitely be able to do it in two hours!"
Rong Jingyang: ...Two hours?
Seeing his boss's displeased expression, Su Yuanlin slowly retreated and said, "Sir, why did you suddenly decide to fold handmade flowers?"
"Did you get some inspiration and plan to enter the decorative items industry?"
Rong Jingyang gave him a glare, "Alright, all of you, get out."
He wouldn't torment them anymore.
Su Yuanlin found it strange and had actually wanted to leave long ago, but he hadn't found a suitable opportunity to speak.
Honestly, these darn handmade things were incompatible with his fate; he felt sleepy just touching them.
"Then I won't keep you company." Su Yuanlin stood up and glanced at the clock on the wall—11:58 PM. It was so late?
Yawning, he added, "Sir, it's so difficult to fold, why not just give up? When you give it to the little lady, you can just say you stayed up all night making it."
Rong Jingyang didn't speak, only waved him away and continued to focus on his work.
Du Ruoxin had asked him to put his heart into it, so how could he give up halfway?
Even if he didn't sleep tonight, he would make a beautiful rose.
His daughter would like it when she saw it.
That night, Rong Jingyang used up the roll of silk scarves that Mu Li had bought. It wasn't enough, so Mu Li went to buy ten more rolls.
Fearing that other materials would also be wasted, Mu Li bought extra matching decorations.
Lin Xuanyao stayed with Rong Jingyang until two in the morning.
Finally, Rong Jingyang made a stunning, exquisite silk rose that captivated everyone at first glance.
With his first successful experience, he became more adept when making the second one.
However, when it came to rolling the stem, Rong Jingyang hesitated.
He had something on his mind.
He—
Leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, his thoughts drifted, becoming somewhat chaotic.
Lin Xuanyao had already fallen asleep. In the quiet late night, everything was so still that it felt as if only breathing and heartbeats remained.
Rong Jingyang thought for a long, long time, then finally picked up a pen and wrote a line on the paper wrapping the stem:
"Du Ruoxin, I once liked you."