[Natsume] When the sun shines

The scent of sweet bread is permeated between the lips and teeth, which is light and leisurely.

The dirty clothes were thrown into the washing machine under the murmur of the woman, and the sound of the vortex swirled intermittently, "Mumu, is the gardenia tree on the window sill yours?"

Her voice was as gentle as ever, with a little uncertainty, "It seems to be dying..."

You see, she recognized that as a gardenia tree.

Had I seen it for the first time, I certainly wouldn't have recognized it.

"I went to the woods over there, saw it by chance, and dug it back." I said, "It may be a very beautiful flower tree."

"It's a gardenia tree, Mu Mu, do you know gardenias?" She seemed to be happy all of a sudden, and I can imagine the gentle smile on her gentle eyebrows, which will definitely make people feel as warm as a spring breeze , "That is a very beautiful flower, and the whole gardenia tree will bloom in June. The intoxicating fragrance of the flower really makes the whole season beautiful."

I suddenly felt a little sad.

Because if what the weeds said was true, then perhaps the gardenia tree would not bloom again in the next season.

"Flower elves have a long lifespan and enviable endless time, but when their lives are going to be destroyed, then the kind of flower it represents will not bloom again in the next season."

"Then what shall we do?"

The boy's voice seemed to echo in his ears again, warm and long.

"Perhaps ten years is a long wait, waiting for a gardenia tree in this world that is not affected by flower elves to give birth to a beautiful gardenia elf."

Gardenia may spend ten years withering to commemorate the beautiful love of this elf.

What a bleak story.

The taste of the sweet bread was still delicious, but I suddenly couldn't eat it, put down my chopsticks, turned around and walked up the stairs, "I'm full."

"Eh? But you only ate a little..."

The woman's voice was slightly distressed, "I'll be hungry in a while."

There seemed to be the sound of pattering rain, beating into a soft singing outside the house, my movements slowed down, and after a long while, I said, "I'll eat later."

Back in the room, a lingering wind blows through the wide open window, and the purple sand flower pot on the window sill is carefully moved to the table by the window, but it can't stand the blow of the wind, and the half-dried leaves are rustling , a few pieces have fallen on the table, the yellow leaves on the open English book, against the beautiful words in round body, there is a kind of silent depression.

One year old and one withered.

How can I save you?

I closed the window, and the room became quiet. The sound of the pattering rain outside the window still echoed in my ears. The rootless rain, how like the life of the withered tree in front of me.

Wordless regret.

"You want to save it?"

Xiao Hei slowly crawled out of his schoolbag, looked at me with those golden eyes, "Want to save me?"

Like I said, I'm not a nice person.

However, bad guys also have feelings, otherwise they wouldn't be able to be bad guys.

This is the first thing he entrusted to me.

So, can I selfishly think, maybe the flowers that this thing blooms are the first gift he gave me?

I speak slowly, my voice is slow, but it carries something that I think is heavy, so I speak slowly, to carry it—or what I think is weight, I say, "I want to see it bloom."

Bloom the gardenia that emits a fragrant fragrance, bloom the gardenia that has a beautiful meaning, and also bloom my unknown waiting for that boy.

How great.

"There is a rumor that by collecting the petals of a thousand kinds of flowers in this world, you can make a wish to the God of Flowers." Xiao Hei flicked his little tail, "I can wish for anything, including letting your sweetheart love you."

"Really?" I couldn't believe it.

"This is a legend that every flower elf knows." Xiao Hei lazily said, "Of course, there is only one condition, and that is that you are a flower elf."

Flower elves are the purest and most beautiful race in the world, so the gods will listen to their prayers and bestow them with the best blessings.

"That's not interesting." I froze immediately, the setting that only flower elves can make wishes is too stupid.

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It has been raining heavily for the past few days.

I was wearing black sneakers with white laces neatly tied, light blue jeans and a thin knitted sweater were very comfortable to wear. I was carrying a backpack and holding a transparent umbrella with eight bones in my hand. When you look up, you can see the entire cloudy sky.

Stepping on the wet ground with clean soles, I somehow remembered that woman holding a brush to help me clean my shoes bit by bit. She must have been a girl who didn't touch her fingers. I don't believe that she has gone through vicious society Some people will have that kind of gentle eyes.

What am I going to do now?

Today is the weekend.

Holding a transparent umbrella, I walked in the rain, Xiao Hei was sent out by me, so now I am the only one left, long and lonely.

Suddenly, a light flashed in front of his eyes.

It was a beautiful girl, wearing a beautiful kimono.

When it is not a festival, it is really rare to see people wearing kimonos on the street, especially on a rainy day.

In fact, what I'm more jealous of is that she can wear the kimono so beautifully.

The blue and white kimono is only knee-length, embroidered with unknown flowers and butterflies, as if flying, and the exposed half of the calf is as smooth as jade. She is stepping on a pair of clogs, showing round toes and white hands. Inside was an oil-paper umbrella with twelve bamboo ribs. There was a beautiful landscape painting printed on the surface like splashed ink on the umbrella. She walked past me lightly, her long hair was gentle. Combed behind me, the sound of the wooden clogs stepping on the ground was clear and faint. I looked at her green hands as white as jade, and her beautiful face that made me feel ashamed, and watched her float away from me like an autumn butterfly. And go, not for anything else, just subconsciously feel that it must not be a mortal.

How can a mortal have such a beautiful face, as beautiful as just walking out of a painting.

As if she had sensed something, she stopped in her footsteps, turned her head, and smiled brightly at me.

I heard her voice, as gentle as a gardenia just blooming with a bright smile, she said to me, "Good day."

Good day, stranger.

The sound of wooden clogs stepping on the wet ground gradually faded away accompanied by the sound of dripping water, but I froze in place for a moment.

There is a faint fragrance on her body, which smells very good, like the flowers that bloom in the small town every June, quietly fragrant.

This is a girl with a tender heart towards the world.

My mood suddenly became brighter, even though there was a cloudy sky above my head, even if the rootless rain flowers withered from the sky into silent sadness.

But, no matter what it is, like the weather, it will always get better, right?

I stroked my hair between my ears and temples, held a transparent umbrella that could see the sky, and walked through the wet land and the persimmon tree of Natsume’s house. Smelling the scent of persimmon cake, I walked step by step to the flower shop in the town .

The owner of the flower shop is an old lady. The transparent rain cloth blocks the wind and rain outside and protects the delicate flowers below. The transparent glass wall is also full of various flowers, and the green vines are covered with flowers. Inside and outside the glass wall, the tangy floral fragrance makes people feel brighter and gentler.

I walked under the raincloth and put away the umbrella. I shook the transparent water droplets off the umbrella. I rubbed my shoes on the red floor mat at the door to wipe off the mud, and then walked up slowly. Pushed open the transparent glass door of the flower shop.

The old lady squinted her eyes slightly, and lay on the rocking chair very leisurely. The wooden rocking chair was wrapped with flowers that I didn't know, like the scorching sun in summer, blooming brilliantly and arrogantly.

"Come to buy flowers?"

Her voice is old but leisurely, with a kind of tranquility accumulated by time, which is a kind of leisurely posture, only those who have really accumulated over time can show it so naturally.

"I'm here to collect petals." Facing her, I grinned, "Petals from any flower are fine. I only need one petal for a certain kind of flower."

She opened her eyes and looked at me. Even though her face was old and lost the youthful appearance of her youth, those eyes were still bright like the bright stars under the starry sky. There seem to be more and more children."

For a moment, I couldn't understand what she wanted to express.

"It's nothing, child." She smiled, seeming a little tired, "Do you need one petal for each flower?"

"Yeah." I nodded honestly.

"Go buy a flower basket," she said, "buy my flower basket, and I'll give you the petals."

The rain outside the window kept falling, and the flower baskets in the flower shop are all beautiful, delicate wooden or bamboo strips are intertwined, with a soft silk flower, as beautiful as only in a dream Appear.

The flower basket is not expensive, and the pocket money on me is just right, I bought a small one, not for anything else, but I think the goal of buying a big flower basket is too obvious, in case I am caught by that woman... Although she will not What to say, but it is hard money after all.

It will also be distressed.

I think.

Picking petals is hard work.

But I also got to know a lot of very expensive flowers, such as agave, for example... I don't know if they are really "precious" flowers, but in my opinion, flowers that I don't usually see are all It is a precious flower.

The small flower basket was filled with petals. I was very good, and I only picked one petal from each flower. The old lady was lying peacefully on the flower chair, but she had a book of poems in her hand.

I can't understand the beauty of those profound and obscure poems, so I will always sleep in Chinese class.

Finally, after I abused all the flowers in the flower shop, the small flower basket could no longer hold the extra petals, so I was satisfied.

"Thank you."

Holding the flower basket, I am very sincere.

The old lady didn't speak, she just lay quietly on the flower chair and waved her hand towards me. With the other hand, she gently stroked the poetry collection. When I pushed open the glass door, I heard the sound of the pages of the book being turned behind me, interacting with the light rain outside the store. Against the background, quiet and beautiful.

I opened my eight-bone transparent umbrella again, and I returned home. The woman was not at home. She must have gone to the bakery. I hid the flower basket under the bed, and when I looked up, I saw the lingering gardenia tree.

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Its life is precarious.

Very fragile.

I took a closer look at its leaves, they are already half yellow, if...

I took a deep breath, I did the math just now, I found the petals of [-] kinds of flowers, now I only hope that Xiao Hei can bring good news...

"boom--"

"Roar--"

A huge roar sounded from outside the window. Accompanied by the suppressed long cry of some kind of beast, I was startled and quickly opened the window. The sound just now was... Xiao Hei! !

In the midair, Xiao Hei, who was covered in green light, looked like a dragon. The golden light was suppressed under the green light, and he was full of evil spirits. His golden eyes were full of the blood of a beast. In the golden paws glowing with green air, holding a transparent box...

It's petals!

But on the opposite side of Xiao Hei, the person confronting Xiao Hei is a person I don't know...human beings!

It's human!

I can almost imagine without hesitation that that human being is an exorcist!

The distance is too far, I can't see the appearance of that person clearly, my hands are sweating, what should I do, what should I do...

Xiao Hei will lose control when he meets a demon master!

I closed the window with a "snap", pushed the door open and ran down the stairs. I remember that there was a very powerful and annoying fat cat beside Natsume, maybe...

I didn't take an umbrella, the light rain dripped from my collar into my clothes, it was damp and cool, and the sneakers on my feet were wet from the rain. Panting heavily, I pushed open the door of Natsume's house—"Natsume...?"

Natsume froze for a moment, his hand was about to open the door just now, the fat cat on his shoulder looked at me sharply, "What are you doing at my house, ugly woman."

...Ugly, ugly woman.

The veins on my brows suddenly popped up, and I almost wanted to send it to the west first regardless of everything.

But thinking about the two who are still confronting each other in the sky, I took a deep breath, "Natsume, I want to ask you for help..."

"I know."

He reached out and gently brushed the hair sticking to my face behind my ears, "Why don't you know how to bring an umbrella, the autumn rain is very cold."

I froze in place, as if I forgot everything all at once.The unhappiness in my heart was filled with warm emotions. In my eyes, in my heart, in my mind, there was only this young man with gentle eyebrows and his gentle voice in front of me.

He said, you wait here.

He said, close your eyes and you'll be fine when you open them.

I don't think I'm a child, so I don't need to listen to him like that, but I still closed my eyes.

The boy who stroked my hair just now is my sweetheart.

It's... my sweetheart.

Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.

I can hear the lonely tone of the rain splashing on the ground, and the damp water vapor on my body evaporates into the ripples of the years like a dream. I outline his eyebrows and eyes bit by bit in my mind, and miss his gentle voice.

It seems to have been waiting for a long time, and it seems that it will not be long at all. The rain is pattering, like a lingering love song, which cannot be forgotten.

There were footsteps coming, one after another, as if walking on my heart, with hands gently covering my eyes, with a familiar scent lingering on the tip of my nose, I said softly, "Natsume?"

My voice is very soft, I am afraid to scare my teenager.

"Well, open your eyes." There was a slight smile in his voice, I opened my eyes, and there was a bunch of flower tobacco in front of me.

Pentagonal tobacco, bright and colorful.

"Do you like it?" he asked me, and then said, "I bought the tweeds specially from the flower shop."

I took the flowers and nodded like a pounding garlic, "I like it very much!"

But unconsciously thought of a novel I borrowed from a classmate before, and a sentence said by the male lead——

As long as you send it, I will be happy.

I don't want it to be reversed now, which is a bit embarrassing.

However, this is the first bouquet of flowers I received in my life, like a song of youth, so loud that people put down their posture unconsciously.

What does that matter?

The boy I like gave me a bouquet of flowers that made me happy.

"Where is Xiao Hei..."

I was so happy that I almost forgot the business, so I hurriedly asked.

"It's all right." He said with a smile, "He went back."

I want to go back and see if Xiao Hei is not injured, but I am also attached to the appearance of the young man in front of me. You can't have both fish and bear's paw, and those who give up fish will take bear's paw; Those who take beauty also...

Thinking of this, I grinned at him, "Just go back, thank you for the flowers... I want to go to the park, can you accompany me?"

He looked at me in surprise, and then at the light rain outside, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I blinked at him with big innocent eyes, "I think... I want to go there to collect flower petals!"

I told him the legend of the thousand-petal petals, and he pondered for a while and said, yes.

In this season of autumn winds and roads, the only flower in the park is the chrysanthemum, which makes people want to talk.

But it doesn't matter, there are many types of chrysanthemums!

There are only a thousand kinds of petals.

Natsume was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a pair of orange sneakers underneath. He held an umbrella and walked beside me. We walked together on the wet road. The damp air and light rain made me hug me tightly. The flower tobacco in the arms.

What is the flower language of tobacco?

Ordinary boys may not care about these things.

Natsume, of course, wouldn't care.

I hugged Huayan even tighter, but suddenly I didn't have the courage to go to the flower shop to ask.

What if it means parting?What if it means disgusting?

I hope this road is long and endless, but it always ends soon.

The park in autumn is full of yellowing and desolation. The rain beats on the yellowish leaves and the ground, spreading a thin mist. The bluestone slabs are spread in the only park in the town one by one. speechless.

"Want to find flowers?"

His voice rang out.

My back tensed, "Dang, of course I want to look for it."

I was a little thankful that the fat cat didn't have a third party involved as a light bulb, otherwise seeing me like this would have ridiculed me to the point of ridicule.

Fortunately, there are still many in the park.

I picked petals of many flowers, many of which I didn’t know, most of them belonged to the chrysanthemum species, and the autumn flowers belong to the chrysanthemum, so it is very difficult to collect petals of a thousand kinds of flowers in this season.

"Hey, don't move,"

Just as I lowered my head and pulled the grass, Natsume suddenly called out softly, and I immediately froze, what should I do, what will happen?what happens……?

As a result, his slender hands gently brushed away a dead leaf that fell on top of my head, and said with a smile, "Falling leaves should return to their roots, and should not fall on your head."

"..."

I was suddenly a little discouraged.

what are you thinking about.

A beautiful boy like Natsume with good grades, good personality and good looks, how can a girl like you with three nos be able to match him.

Feeling a little depressed for some reason, I clapped my hands and said dejectedly, "Autumn is really a bleak season."

I seem to be falling out of love, even though it never started.

The person who broke up with me was this gentle young man with transparent eyes who held an umbrella for me.

Really, I finally know what I want, but I don't have the courage to speak up, it's fine if I don't have the courage to speak up, but I still...

He also automatically extinguished the beating trace of fireworks in his heart.

"Have you ever liked someone?"

It was a beautiful and painful feeling.

On that lonely night, a little monster told me its story, a very bloody secret love story.

I didn't intend to listen to it talking nonsense, but that night, because I missed my boy, I really couldn't sleep, so when the little monster was about to turn around and fly away, I got off the bed, put on white pajamas, rubbed Black eye, said to him, "tell me about it."

Talk about accidentally falling asleep.At that time, I really listened to it with such a bad mood.

But I did not fall asleep.

At that time, I didn't understand that the meaning of missing is the beginning of secret love.

I still don't understand the so-called liking, the so-called love.

Of course, I can't say in a high-end manner that after listening to him tell the story, I understand what love is.

This is too arrogant, and will be beaten to death by countless great gods who have dissected the profound meaning of love without dissecting the right and wrong.

I can only say that after listening to him tell the story, I understood what a secret love is and what a liking is. While shedding tears of bitterness for that little monster’s secret love, the long and tortuous journey, I also bowed a bitterness for my heart. tears.

At that time, I understood that my longing is called liking.

As all the ancient literati and poets chanted, Linglong dice and red beans are like love and love.

The boy in my heart, he must not know my thoughts.

So my feelings were cruelly classified into the category of secret love, just like that poor, unknown little monster.

This is really a sad story, like the dying little gardenia tree at home.

But when he was dying, the dogtail grass was with him in life and death, and I was dying...

Means nothing.

The idle egg hurts, curse yourself to play.

"No." The boy's voice was gentle, "Although autumn is bleak, why don't you regard it as recuperation?"

"Yes, I recuperated until my life was gone."

I grabbed a handful of grass, and saw the grass that had been destroyed by my hands whimpering in my hands, and the wet soil, grass blades, and water droplets smeared my hands.

... As expected, there is a price to pay for everything you do.

I turned to look at him and raised my hand, "... so dirty."

But he smiled, with a slight smile in his transparent eyes, "It's okay."

But he held my raised hand, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "Go back and wash together, okay?"

I froze in place.

In fact, I was really excited. My boy, my sweetheart, held my dirty hand with no dislike...

I smiled contentedly, "Well, let's go back and wash together."

Maybe I'm not broken in love.

The Natsume I like is always by my side, whether he likes me or not, as long as he is still by my side, I am satisfied.

The light rain in the sky is still lingering and elegant, and the flowers and tobacco in her arms are blooming brilliantly.

The author has something to say: Xiao Mu understands her own thoughts =-=

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