Take Me Away novel Chapter 283

Terence stood behind a tree of camellia trees far away. With his hands in his pockets, he watched Vivian quietly. His eyes glimmered with affection and peace.

On the way from M City to here, he was in pain and uneasiness. But the moment he saw Vivian, all the panic in his heart disappeared. 'Maybe I'm too sensitive. How could I let her go?' he thought. Maybe she was still at odds with him, or maybe she was too busy to text him back...

"Miss Vivian, you have been working since this morning. You haven't taken a rest. Aren't you tired?" A workers in the planting Park lifted the bucket to water the scene, and a girl couldn't help asking.

"I'm not tired at all!" A smiling and energetic voice came through. "The flowers in the morning, noon and evening are very beautiful on every period of time. I want to take a photo for it."

Upon hearing this, Terence's mouth twitched slightly. He now realized that Vivian had been too busy just now.

"Miss Vivian, your photos must be beautiful." The little girl said again, and Vivian giggled, then she said, "Come on, look at here!"

"What? What? "

The girl blushed at once at the sight of Vivian taking several pictures of her.

When Terence arrived, he heard from the flower refiners in the base that the flower language of camellia was "an ideal love, be humble.". Looking at the cute red camellia, he suddenly felt that they were not so pleasing.

Humble. But it also depended on what kind of people should be modesty, if they were lovers...

Terence took a glance at the direction of Vivian again. He would never make concessions to someone he loved.

Vivian ran up and down the camellia garden with her camera in her hand. And the photos she took were all her satisfying works. That was a satisfactory work, but not the most satisfactory one.

Her favorite design...

At the thought of this, she took out her camera and found that all the pictures she took were about Terence. There were pictures of his cooking, of happiness, of surprise and of his sleeping. He didn't even know this picture. The longer she looked at him, the more she felt sad. She had not seen him for a day. Why did she suddenly miss him?

"Miss Vivian, what are you thinking about?" An old flower grower who said hello to Vivian in the morning, came over with scissors, looked at Vivian's trance, and he couldn't help asking.

"Uncle, it's you!" At the sight of the old flower grower, Vivian got excited. She showed her camera to the old man and said, "This is the photo I took this morning. Have a look! That was you! "

The man couldn't refuse her warm-hearted offer. He walked closer to her and said with a simple smile. However, the screen of the camera was still fixed on the photo of Terence. Seeing that, the old warehouse was stunned. When he was about to say something, Vivian turned the page of the photo to look at it. With a red face, he said, "Not this one." "Here! This one! "

On the screen, an old warehouse stood beside a camellia tree with scissors cutting branches. Some of the camellia on the tree were in full bloom; some were about to blossom; some were only flowers... A bright smile lit up the old flower grower. The calluses on his hands, the wrinkles on his face were clear to see. Behind the camellia and the old warehouse, the warm sunlight of the morning shone on them, giving off a pleasant sensation.

"Miss Vivian, you did a great job!" The old man's face turned red.

"Uncle, this picture is called 'hope'. I'll take it to the competition some other day. Uncle, do you agree?" A look of expectation spread over Vivian's face.

"Competition?" The old warehouse was astonished. "Miss Vivian, why don't you just take photos for the flowers? I'm in this photo, it's not appropriate. If you take the flower to the competition, people will laugh at me."

"No, of course not!" Vivian waved her hand, "Uncle, you don't believe me? If anyone dares to laugh at you, I will be the first one to come out and disagree! "Uncle, we have talked for so many days this morning. Would you like to say yes?"? Would you? If I win the award, there must be a lot of people coming over to take pictures of you! "

"No, you can't do that!" The warehouse was astonished. "Don't take any pictures. One is enough."

"So you agree me to take it to the competition?" Vivian blinked her eyes, acting like a spoiled child.

"Agree!" The old man said with a helpless smile.

"Yeah! That's awesome! " "Uncle, trust me. I can win the prize this time!" Vivian jumped with joy.

The old flower warehouse said with a smile. Then he turned around and walked towards the camellia trees nearby.

"Uncle, please go ahead with your work. I'll go to the rest area and have a drink first." As soon as she finished her sentence, the warehouse said, "Are you going to look for the man in your camera, right?"

But when Vivian was about to start, she frowned. "What? Who is he? "

"I mean the man who just stand here..." The warehouse looked into the distance. With a strange look on its face, it pointed to a tall tree and said, "That's the gentleman you just photographed! He is so handsome! He was just standing there! Why is he missing now? "

Vivian looked into the direction that the warehouse was pointing at, but he saw nothing. Instead, she thought silently, 'Is that Terence? In her camera, there was only one man, Terence! But, how could it be possible?

"Uncle, are you kidding me?" Reluctantly, Vivian moved her gaze away from there.