love in bloom

I'm just an ordinary passerby.Ordinary, law-abiding, living a well-behaved life in this city.

What I have to do every day is nothing more than squeezing the subway or bus to and from get off work, feeding the cat and walking the dog when I get home.

Sometimes I have dinner with a large group of colleagues and friends, and occasionally I cook alone, and after eating alone, I take a leisurely walk in the park.

But I'm tired of being here.

This city is bustling, lively, and hypocritical.Every street is full of cars and cars, and the footsteps are in a hurry.Everyone wears a mask and is used to lying.

Can't tell good from bad, hard to distinguish true from false.

I was tired of seeing, so I closed my eyes, like a blind person, using smells and sounds to perceive the world.

But apart from the noise, there are only various pungent smells left around.Just like what I felt while sitting on the bus at this time.

This car is a different route than the usual drive to work.I sat in the back row, by the window.The afternoon sun was dazzling, and the mottled tree shadows kept receding, passing over the glass, and eyelids, making me a little dizzy after a long time.

I just wanted to go to a concert by myself on the weekend.There are still six stops to the destination.

The man in the suit and tie sitting in front of me has been talking loudly on the phone, wearing a thick pomade and heavy cologne.

A few students with rackets got into the car and took off their coats. They could smell some sweat.

The baby spat up and started howling again.A couple was watching some entertainment program next to each other, and bursts of exaggerated laughter came from the phone screen.

Someone was eating meat buns, and pancakes.Someone was carrying a bag of vegetables and cooked food.

All kinds of sounds, all kinds of smells.The feeling of chaos is similar every day.

It wasn't until a girl came up at a certain station that I smelled something different from the past.

It flows like clear spring water, or like detergent poured into oily dirt. In an instant, everything around it is melted away and washed clean.

I stood up excitedly, and looked for that figure through the increasingly crowded crowd in the middle.

She had just sat down when she got up and gave up her seat to a boy with limited legs.

She holds a white flower in her hand.It should be a lily, it should be, but do lilies smell so fragrant? The whole car can smell it.

An indescribable feeling suddenly surged in my heart.When the car stopped again, I followed Huaxiang and walked down together.

It's funny to say that just this morning, I was still very happy to grab a concert ticket. Who would have thought that on the way there, I would change my plan temporarily and follow a strange girl out of the car.

This is really an unconventional, very willful thing.

As if following the rules for so many years, the moment I got out of the car, I finally had an adventure in my life.

But I don't yet understand what I want to do, and I don't understand what that girl is doing.

She seemed to be just wandering around.Aimless and without restraint.

Holding the flower, she stopped and walked, her steps were light, and the ponytail tied behind her head was flicked left and right.

There were fallen red flowers on the side of the street, and she bent down to pick one up.

Passing by a bookstore, I happily went to tease the owner's cat.

Walking into the alley, I will stop from time to time to look at the unnamed vines protruding from the courtyard wall.

The three or five old people who played chess next to the fork seemed to know her, and greeted her with a smile, and pointed to several potted flowers blooming behind the chair.

What kind of flowers are they?Rose? Or rose?There are many more, yellow ones, purple ones, none of which I have seen.

There used to be so many flowers in this city.

It turned out to be a neighborhood I've been to many times before.

I couldn't be more surprised.Walking and walking, the place that should have been boring in the impression changed its appearance unknowingly.Become novel and become fresh.

The breeze was blowing, and there were birds chirping.

A child passed me pulling a kite, and a woman opened the door with a vegetable basket and smiled at me.

I laughed too, and my steps became brisk.

Finally, the girl turned out of the alley and walked into a flower shop, and did not come out for a long time.

Is it Junyuan Flower House?I looked at the time and silently wrote down the name of the store.

She doesn't work there, she just visits there from time to time to help out.

And I still live a mediocre life.Go to and from get off work every day, have dinner, take a walk...to find her figure.

She has a floral fragrance on her body, and it smells different every time she appears.

So I paid attention to check, and gradually I was able to distinguish it.

Such as gardenia, such as roses, such as jasmine.

Sometimes it is fresh wild ginger, and soon it will turn into a refreshing brandy. See you again after a while, and you can smell some sweet osmanthus mixed with other herbs and other plants.

Before I knew it, I had followed her for more than half a year.

She loves to go for walks, really just wandering around.Because she loves this place, I can feel it.

I walked with her a lot, and I got to know this place, this city again.

No longer just monotonous gray and white colors.

I know that there are several families in Wutong Lane who have planted pink and orange roses, which are very beautiful.

The front of the small red brick building in the next street is covered with dense bougainvillea.If you steal a branch, it can take root.

The wisteria next to Huting Park fell to the ground again, attracting many bees and butterflies.

The big red pomegranate of the bookstore owner finally opened, and he used it to show off to everyone.

There are also two pots of green plants given by the girl in front of the cat food store, which are lush and lush.

It's a sight to behold.

I haven't appeared in her life yet, she has healed the barren and wounded corners of my heart, planted flowers and herbs there, and gave me the spring breeze and warm sun.

Her name is Lin Yue.

That day, I recited her name silently in my heart over and over again, and took the wrapped carnations from her hand with trembling fingers.

"I, can I have your autograph?" This was the first sentence I said to her, but I was so nervous that I didn't know what to say next.

She just froze for a moment, then wrote down her name politely and neatly, and handed her hands to me, "Please accept it if you don't mind."

Another cashier girl from the flower shop came out and jokingly said, "Look, Xiaoyue, there are fans coming to you to ask for autographs. I have to collect a few copies quickly, and the value will definitely increase in the future."

"What are you talking about?" She smiled and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were curved like crescent moons.

So she is very famous.After I went back, I was still repeating what happened during the day in my mind. Before I fell asleep, I put my signature on the pillow, and my breath was the reassuring smell of lavender.

One weekend later, my friend invited me to visit her newly opened bookstore.I accidentally saw Lin Yue's photo on her computer.

"Lin Yue? Of course I know, she is very famous in our gardening circle! I adore her." She said excitedly to me, "I must take a photo with her in this garden plant exhibition!"

"Oh." I nodded blankly, but also felt relieved.The mouse is unconsciously pulled down, besides some photos, there are several folders, "What is this?"

"Familiarity."

It turns out that there are even humanities. It seems that I really know too little about Lin Yue.

When my friend saw that I was interested, she enthusiastically turned up a few articles for me to read, and she didn't bother to greet guests when they came in.

I read it carefully, and most of them are about Lin Yue, and there is also an English woman named Yuffie.I heard that they are also very good friends in real life.

"Are the two women together?" I asked.

The friend brought a hot drink, "Can't you accept it?"

"No." I shook my head, "It's just that I haven't read such a story before."

"Then you should learn more about it, otherwise you will read a novel full of clichéd oiran princes, handsome men and beautiful women, and your life will be boring."

"And the little gardener cherishes and loves flowers, so of course he loves women who are as beautiful as flowers."

What my friend said so well, I actually think it makes sense.

But there was a novel in the folder where the protagonists were replaced by Lin Yue and the female president.

"Let me tell you, I'm standing with Lin Yue and You Fei, they should be together, it's a perfect match." My friend came over and saw it, and rebuked me with righteous indignation: "The person who wrote the female president doesn't know Where did it come from, I don’t know the situation at all.”

"Also maliciously smearing my goddess Yuffie."

"Goddess Yuffie is not only good-looking, but she is also good at Chinese. You can win the little gardener's heart by just reciting a few poems."

Do you recite poetry... Lin Yue likes this way?

She chattered in my ear.I don't care too much.

These are just the imagination of others, how can we tell who is right and who is wrong.

But Lin Yue does have someone she likes, right?

Well, there should be.

I once saw her take a photo of the flowers on the roadside with her mobile phone and send it to someone, and then sweetly call the other person to ask if they look good.

While thinking, he stirred the warm milk tea in front of him.The glass window of the study house is facing the largest villa area in the vicinity, and to the right is the quiet tree-lined road, where Lin Yue passed by when strolling.

But unexpectedly, by such a coincidence, she also walked out of that corner today.But not alone.

Who is the woman next to her?

It was the first time I saw her walking with someone.

They walked across the corner together and stopped to look at the flowers blooming on the top of the wall.

Lin Yue looked at the flowers, then at the man, talking happily, with such a bright smile.

I can vaguely guess their relationship.

I can also recognize that woman who is outstanding in appearance and temperament. She is the female boss of Yao Group who I just met in a financial magazine not long ago.

They... Ah, by the way, what is the full name of the female boss?

"It's Yao Qingshu!" I whispered.

"Yao Qingshu?" The friend who was talking excitedly clapped his hands, "How can Yao Qingshu compare to Yuffie! And how can such a romantic and interesting little gardener find a domineering president?"

"Does the president usually watch the flowers and the moon with her?"

No no, maybe it will.

I really wanted to stop the friend who was speaking excitedly, and I wanted to turn her face away so that she could see clearly the beautiful couple not far away who were admiring the flowers side by side.

As for the garden castle in the novel, compare it with the poster of the labyrinth garden on the stop sign next to it, it's already obvious, okay?

I wonder if the author of that article is Boss Yao himself!

Why didn't you find out!

But when I saw the girl on the other end tiptoe to take a petal from the hair of the person next to me, then gently took the other's hand, brought it to the mouth and kissed it, I swallowed all the words I wanted to say down the throat.

... Well, forget it.

What is there to argue about.

This is the happiness that no one needs to know.

"What's wrong with you?" At this moment, my friend finally noticed my strangeness, and asked, shaking his hand, "Why don't you talk?"

I shook my head: "It's nothing. Is it time, let's go eat."

"Okay." She said and put away the table, while recommending to me which new set meal in a nearby store is particularly delicious.

I smiled and raised my eyebrows.

Looking at the two people who were slowly leaving at the other end, it seemed as if I could smell the fragrance of lilies without any impurities when I first met the girl again.