Love you as life

Primer

I love you because you are me, and to love you is to love life.

The Master said: "When I am ten, I am determined to learn. At thirty, I stand upright. At forty, I am not confused. At fifty, I know the destiny. At sixty, my ears are compliant. At seventy, I follow my heart's desire and do not exceed the rules."

I just turned [-] this year, and my current life is in a state of "forty without confusion": regular and peaceful.

"Working at sunrise" every day, I accompany my parents to go for a walk in the nearby mountains and forests, do morning exercises, inhale the most beautiful and moist breath of the sun when it was born, and then send them to the teahouse closest to my house, and go to the tea market to meet their old friends who must visit every day. friend.

Around ten o’clock I returned to my studio, the City Federation of Literature and Art Circles. In fact, I didn’t hold any job in the Federation of Literature and Art Circles. , To be more precise, I am a freelance writer, and I just want to feel the cultural atmosphere and working environment when I go back to the "unit", so that I will not be in an overly relaxed state.

Go home at noon to enjoy the home-cooked dishes made by the old mother, take a nap after the meal, read or write in the afternoon, and go to the "Qihui Hall" at four o'clock for an hour of Chinese studies for children.

At five o'clock, I put down all the affairs on time, walked to the Fuyu Street by the river to pick some of the most beautiful flowers, and gave them to my old parents and myself.

After dinner, when my parents began to immerse themselves in the quietness of reading newspapers and watching TV series every day, I went to the nearby mountain forest again alone. The difference from the early morning route was that I would pass through that stretch to the glorious In the woods at sunset, go to the open lawn by the water, or the not-so-small white sand near the water, sit or lie quietly for an hour, and then "rest at sunset" on your way home.

No entanglements, no accidents, no side issues, every day is like this.

It has been like this every day for six years.

Living alone is like "Zhuangzi? Rang Wang" in "freedom between heaven and earth and contentment." Yes, freely between heaven and earth...

It's just that when I look out of the window at night or take a candle night tour, my mother often walks in with a loving and sad face, kisses my hair and sighs softly, saying, "Daughter, what will you do when we leave?" From time to time, she hugged me tightly and said, "Let's find a partner for myself!" When I turned around and stroked her white hair and said with a smile, "This is very good! I like this kind of life very much", she often said Will also look at me with a smile, with tears in his eyes.

My father would come over sometimes, he was not good at expressing anything, he just came in with a mosquito swatter to repel mosquitoes for me, sometimes handed me a newly bought good book, sometimes brought me a plate of supper, a cup of hot milk, or Come over excitedly and tell me, second child, where did I see something interesting today... I know, his love is heavy, and his pain is even heavier.I often just follow his topic as happily as he hoped, talking, laughing, and watching... The former secretary of the municipal party committee, my father, became a different person when he got old...

There is one thing that we must do homework every day, that is, before going to bed, we will hug each other, kiss each other's face or forehead, and say "good night" to each other.

Family love is like this in the world, I don't think everyone can get it, this is also the blessing of single "nobility".

Being single has become my habit, although it is not my ideal.

When I was young, I was used to fantasizing wildly and unconstrainedly, to weave countless stories to entertain myself, joy or sorrow, to endure the fear that my parents were not around, to the loneliness and humiliation of having no friends and being bullied, to being alone. It's time to cry.

When I grow up, I am used to being in love with pain in my chest and can endure without words. I am used to being alone with myself, ignoring the existence of any worldly eyes and words, and I am used to walking through the vast crowd. That kind of freedom and casualness seems to be in a brand new world, or an alien planet without any dangerous factors.No one knows me, I don't know anyone, no one cares about disturbing me, and I don't care about disturbing anyone, the silence in the downtown, the stranger in the familiar environment.I have always existed as a true self, as a naked soul, and existed "in my mind".

Exist, yes, exist.Being is actually a very good state.There is nothing greater than heart death, I am no longer sad, or you can say heart death.There is nothing wrong with heart death. Of course, my understanding of heart death is: simple, pure, without waves, or without waves.This is existence.

[-]. Summer insects don’t talk

"Wenqing!" My mother called me loudly one night just after I came back from the water outside the woods.

I immediately closed the big iron gate of the yard and walked quickly into the house. Mother rarely called me so excitedly.

Father and mother sat on the black sofa opposite the TV, with solemn expressions.It's very strange, why don't they turn on the TV today?

"Wen Qing, come and sit down." My father looked at me, vacated the seat between him and my mother, and motioned for me to sit beside him.I couldn't figure out what happened. Father rarely had such a complex expression of joy and sadness, eagerness and hesitation.But I can feel his full concern and love.

"What national event happened? So serious?" I said.

"It's bigger than national affairs!" My father looked at me lovingly, but didn't know how to speak.

"Mom, maybe you want to marry me off?" I smiled while holding my mother's rough hand.

"I don't marry, I don't want to marry!" My mother hugged me and kissed me loudly.

"Wenqing, Xiaoling is back." Father finally spoke, staring at me.

"Oh." I responded surprisingly indifferently.

"I heard that she got divorced and the child was left to her husband. You..." My father continued to look at me thoughtfully.

"Oh, we're over." I smiled lightly.

"You have a very deep emotional foundation, if you can be together now..." Father is still concerned.

"Dad, it's impossible."

"It was she who was sorry for you. Now that she is back, you can forgive her. You have been together for so long, and you are as good as one person...Huh?"

"I know you care about me, but some things are gone forever, and there is no turning back." I held my father's hand.

Father finally lowered his eyes, slightly wrinkled his wrinkled Sichuan-shaped eyebrows, moved his lips, and finally said nothing.

"Dad, Mom, your daughter is capable of taking care of herself and likes to live like this now, so don't worry about it!" I took each of their hands and shook them vigorously.

My father's eyes suddenly turned red. After a long time, he took out his thin hand from my palm, stroked the hair on the side of my neck, and said, "You decide for yourself." I kissed on the edge of his cheek with short white hair. After a while, he said: "Don't underestimate your daughter. If she wants, she can find a good girlfriend for herself at any time. When I am happy, I will bring you one back. How about it?"

"Ho ho ho, okay." My father grinned, and my mother stretched out her arms to hug me, but didn't say a word, I knew she was choked again.

"Okay, let me watch TV with you today, I haven't watched it for a long time." I took the remote control and said with a smile.

"Okay, let's watch together, you choose the channel today!" Dad's voice became louder.

"Well, let's watch the series that my mother likes to watch!" I said and tuned to that station.My mother is very cute, like a girl who will never grow up, she just loves to watch romance movies, and she often watches them with smiles and tears.Every time I laughed at her girlishness, she would come to pick my ears, and my father pretended to be calm and just stared at the TV, but he was always betrayed by the slightly twitching corners of his mouth.

Before going to bed, my father hugged me tightly and said, "Sleep well, don't think too much."

"Yeah." I gave him a satisfied smile.

However, I really couldn't sleep well.

Xiao Ling came back, she came back after 18 years of separation.

What would she look like today?Is it still the petite and affectionate look?With affection, yes, with affection.From the first day of junior high school to the graduation from university, she had been affectionate to me for nearly ten years, and then she left me like escaping the plague, and fell into the arms of a man affectionately.I thought love was forever, and I could change my ideals for this, forgetting that there was a me in the world, who could turn upside down with the family and be kicked out of the house.But in the end she said: "We should have our own lives. I need a home, a home with men."

If I still hold resentment and pain today, it is better to say that I am unwilling to look back. It is best to forget, forget the big scar that has affected my life.

I know very well that there are countless roads in the world, but there is no one that allows us to walk hand in hand.

The sound of insects in the yard outside the window is getting clearer and clearer. With the moonlight in June, they sneak in without any scruples. They seem to be simple and enthusiastic friends who have no heart, always give frank hugs regardless of the occasion, and chatter endlessly. Laughing loudly to express her deep and unreserved love.

Singing insects love me, yes, they have accompanied me for many, many years, accompanied my fanatical dreams when I was young, and accompanied my dull silence later.I think of Qiong Yao's "Moon Dim, Bird Dim": "The moon is hazy, the birds are hazy, and the fireflies illuminate the night sky. The mountains are hazy, the birds are hazy, and autumn insects are whispering. The flowers are hazy, the night is hazy, and the evening wind knocks on the curtains. The lights are hazy, People are hazy, I hope to fall into the dream together." When I was young, I often sang this song with Xiaoling, feeling the most beautiful and gentle nights.

Later, I also learned that the predecessors had poems such as "the moon is hazy, the bird is hazy, a pear tree is in the drizzle", "the moon is hazy, the bird is hazy, the curtain is red with begonias", but I always feel that it is not as good as Qiong Yao's, because of that sentence "autumn Worms are whispering", perhaps because I particularly liked to immerse myself in the days accompanied by whispers.

It's not autumn, so the chirping insects don't "grumble". In summer, the chirping of insects is clear, clear, melodious and a bit sharp.Besides, how many generations of "song insects" are the current song insects from more than ten or twenty years ago?Singing voice is hereditary, is it also developed and mutated in heredity?Just like the eyes that used to shed tears all day long will mutate into quiet and clear like autumn water.

[-]. The tea market is dense

The next morning, my parents carefully observed my face and eyes, then touched my head and sighed, yes, my panda eyes and pale face betrayed the sleep of last night.

"Father, Mom, it's okay. Temporary insomnia." I pulled them outside, "We won't go for a walk today, and I won't go to the Federation of Literature and Art. Let's have morning tea together, shall we?"

"Okay, it's lively there, it's time to have some fun." Dad said loudly.My mother was holding my arm like a close sister, and described to me the funny things about their morning tea recently.

The streets are already very lively in the early morning, no wonder, it is already late June, the sun will stretch out countless warm, bright and delicate hands early in the morning, eager to dredge all sleeping pores, and playfully uncover all tightness. With closed eyelids, domineering and narcissistic makes everyone pay attention to its existence.But no one can blame its power, what a clear air, what a cool morning it sends at the same time.

The tea market has long been buzzing with people, with undulating sounds, rippling smiles, overflowing aromas, and rising steam, transparently detouring under the sunshine of June outside the window.There are all kinds of snacks, all kinds of cups, plates, bamboo tubes and wooden cages are placed on the table, and many dining cars carry steam and aroma, back and forth among the waves and smiles.This is a society where all kinds of life and the five flavors of life are in it.I have always disliked drinking morning tea, thinking it was a waste of time, but I like to sit quietly in the tea market, feel the atmosphere, and watch other people's dramas.

"Hey, the second lady is here today too? Long time no see!"

"Secretary Wen, I feel very refreshed today! It's different to have my daughter with me!"

"Aunt Song is happy, her daughter is knowledgeable and filial, look, she is still so young and beautiful!"

"Second Miss, remember to come and sit down later! I miss you so much!"

……

We shuttled around the dining tables among the crowd. Those friends of my father and mother who I was familiar with and those I was not familiar with greeted me loudly with enthusiasm, and I had no choice but to respond with a smile on my face.I don't come here often, and one of the reasons is that I am afraid of such greetings.Father Wen Chuji used to be the secretary of the municipal party committee of this county-level city, so he naturally knew many people. Although the county is not small, our family has become a transparent figure.

After sitting down, my father looked at me for a while and said, "Remember these uncles? They often ask me about you when they see me."

"Well, I remember a little bit, but I think it's changed a lot, I'm old, but it's also much more kind."

"Yeah, old people are completely different from when they were young." Father leaned back in the chair, thoughtful.

That is of course admirable. Thinking back then, my father was very domineering, and there were countless people who came to beg for mercy, to curry favor, to cling to him. His father was indeed a bit headstrong back then, and sometimes even bossed him around. Leadership style applies to the family.He put all his enthusiasm, energy and painstaking efforts into his work, his friends, and the infinitely broad world outside him.

The father who retired 12 years ago began to feel the coldness of the world. Ten years ago, he set up a factory with great ambition. When his partner swept everything and went abroad, he experienced being deceived and betrayed. He was interrogated and detained for arrears of wages to workers several times. He realized his own weakness and helplessness. Seven years ago, he was deprived of his health by a sudden heart attack. When his life was hanging by a thread, he suddenly realized that life Love, health, and family affection are the real treasures in the world.Therefore, he missed his daughter who had been expelled from the house for more than ten years more and more, and wanted to find her to be with him every day.

I think that there are many people with twists and turns like my father, which is another reason why I like to sit in the tea market.Most of the people who come here are retired old people, as well as some preschool children. The vicissitudes of life’s decay are in sharp contrast to the innocence of life at the beginning. I like to read history from those decayed but open-minded and tough faces. Life.

"Second Miss, are you here too?"

"Gu Song, I'm so envious of you, you look like your daughter—two sisters! The relationship is so good!"

His father's colleagues Zheng Da and his wife came over, and his father smiled and asked them to sit together.

"Lao Wen, it's great to have the second child by my side! Every day we have two old guys who stare at me and stare at you, and we don't get angry at all." Uncle Zheng opened his throat.

"Your children are all promising. You don't need to worry about running a business, starting a company, studying abroad, etc. What else do you worry about?" the father replied, with an uncontrollable complacency on his face.My father has always loved face, and it will not change when he gets old, but the direction of his love for face has changed.

"Well, when the children grow up and have their world, we will be happy and healthy, and if we don't make them worry, it is considered as helping them." Uncle Zheng smiled black and red.

"Gu Song, how is the eldest and third miss?" Aunt Zheng asked about her sister Wen Jing and Wen Jing who had immigrated to New Zealand.

"It's good. I often call home and say that we will come back together next year."

"Bring your son-in-law and children back?"

"Yeah, let's come back together." The mother's face looked like a flower called "happiness".

"It's good to have a daughter! My sons... well, none of them are caring!" Aunt Zheng sighed exaggeratedly.

"Gu Song can raise children, but his two sons are still so good!" Uncle Zheng gave his wife an affectionate glance.

"By the way, how is Wenzhong doing in America?" Aunt Zheng asked her mother again.

"Oh, I heard that the restaurant has expanded, and it's very busy." My elder brother Wenzhong left his hometown very early with the wave of going abroad, wandered in Central America, and finally settled in the United States. The wage earners struggled to get on the road, and it is not easy to get to where they are today.

"Oh, that's good, everyone is settled..." Aunt Zheng stopped suddenly, and smiled awkwardly, her eyes drifted from the faces of my mother and me to a place of nothingness.

I understand that she inadvertently touched on an unspoken problem: I still haven't "placed".Well-meaning small-town friends will avoid this question very sensitively.It is a truth that people know that the smaller the place, the more right and wrong, but they don't know that there is actually a different meaning in it. Behind the more right and wrong and comments and pointers, there is often more concern, sympathy and love.The small town is indeed very similar to what Teresa Teng sang, "The small town has many stories, full of joy and joy... It looks like a painting, but it sounds like a song... The realm of life is true, good and beautiful, which is included here..."

"Aunt Zheng, when will you bring your grandchildren to Qihui Hall? Will you join my recitation class?" I looked at her fair face with a smile.

"Okay, okay!" She immediately took over the changed topic comprehensibly, with a flash of gratitude in her eyes.

"That's right, the Qihui Hall run by Wenhua is getting better and better!" Uncle Zheng looked at his father sincerely, "Old Wen, your son has helped a lot of people in the city!"

"What he did is very meaningful." The father put his hands on the dining table, put his fists on his chin, and nodded without humility.

My second brother, Wenhua, opened a large after-school tutoring institution, specializing in after-school tutoring for students at all stages, and providing busy families with a place and atmosphere for their children to complete their homework.In fact, this is not the ideal of the second brother. The second brother originally only held various interest classes, but it has been very prosperous.Opening cram school is entirely because of my sister-in-law.The second sister-in-law was originally a teacher in a middle school in the county seat. She gave birth to a child due to a sudden heart attack, and lost her job as a result. In order to satisfy her enthusiasm for the child, the second brother started an after-school cram school. In a small town, this is indeed very "" Meaningful thing.After I came back, he set up a recitation class of Chinese studies for me, so that my sister could have something to rely on.

After talking about their children, they next talked about their grandchildren.Old people like to talk about their children and grandchildren when they are together. Whether it is a former political and business celebrity or a homeless prodigal son who has been down and down all his life, it seems that when they are old, they can feel that their children are their eternal ideals, and they will not have to spend their lives. The exam papers that automatically show the results are the only constant "masterpieces" they are proud of, or "fake and inferior products" that make them feel ashamed.

Four, after dinner

It was past nine o'clock when I came out of the tea market.I suddenly wanted to walk around the city, walk around the familiar streets and alleys, and look at the small shops that sold kites, the stationery store that sold pens and inks, the Tobacco Alley that sold Baicao plaster, and the "pig cage street" that sold groceries. ...

It took two hours to stop and go all the way, and finally I came to the "Fragrant Flower Shop" that I frequent every day. I picked a red calla lily and two white lilies.I held the flower up to my chest, lowered my head and took a deep sniff, then raised my eyes and saw that the boutique next to me was undergoing relocation, and I felt a little strange in my heart.

"Oh, that boutique business is very good, why do you want to move?" I asked the forty-something female owner of the flower shop.

"He has made a lot of money, and he is going to move to the city center to open a large boutique." She said with a jealous smile.

"Then this store..." What I want to ask is, what will the new tenant plan to do with such a good site?

"Oh, I heard that it was rented by a young girl. This young man is too ignorant. I heard that he wants to open a flower shop. Doesn't it mean that he wants to compete with me for business! Hmph, what's wrong with the world!" She He hummed indignantly.

"Hehehe, it doesn't matter, fair competition, you have many regular customers, don't worry." I smiled and comforted, turned and left after paying.But there is an inexplicable pleasure in my heart, a vague and heartless pleasure in anticipation of the new flower shop, probably because I realize that "beauty" is "spreading".

My parents smiled reassuringly when they saw me coming back with flowers in their arms.

Since I didn't sleep well last night, I took a long nap.

After getting up in the afternoon, I didn’t want to read or write anymore, so I went to the yard to take care of the flowers and plants, loosen the soil for my mother’s small green vegetable plots, and climbed the branches with dense green leaves to pick fruits. In the early years, my father relied on whim Planted a lot of fruit trees, longan, lychee, mango, wampee, carambola... Now these fruit trees are quite thick and full of shade.

After enjoying the deliciously sweet tropical fruits condensed with the heat of the sun with my parents, I went to Qihuitang.

It is my wish that my second elder brother set up a Chinese culture recitation class for me. Coming here is my most ardent hope every day. Those faint sweetness and soft dizziness that I need most in my life are fully replenished in this hour, allowing me to Every day can be spent safely.

I no longer think deeply about the specific content behind these sweetness and dizziness, but only immerse myself in a vague joy and tranquility that fills the sky and the earth, the secret love story that only I know... ...Slowly flowing in the sound of childish recitation, pervading...

After class, my second brother said he would go home with me to have dinner with my parents.

"Is the sister-in-law coming? Where are the children? Uh, mom didn't prepare your meal—" I laughed at his whim.

"Stingy, I'll take your job." The second brother put his hand on my shoulder.

"Mom and Dad won't let you go. When I get home, I'll find out the feather duster and put it by the table."

"How can my Bodhisattva sister bear the heart of my parents hitting their children and hurting their hearts!" The second brother was about to drive when he suddenly remembered something and said to me: "Oh, you won't buy flowers today ?”

"Roaming in the old city in the morning, I already bought it." I really enjoyed his carefulness.

"Hey, I'm surprised that the nymphomaniac forgot about the idiot..." His joke was full of affection.

"Hahaha, how could it be, I plan to be crazy forever."

The second brother suddenly looked at me a little strangely, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong? Did you realize that I'm still the image of that beautiful girl back then?" I joked.

"Uh, it's more beautiful than before, more temperamental, more connotative, and more..." He exaggeratedly widened his eyes, but he couldn't say "more".

"That's natural. The deeper the famous spring, the clearer it is, the longer the wine is, the more mellow it is, and the 'old' 'girl' will naturally become 'older' and more 'beautiful'..."

"Oh, as expected of a literati, I can't beat you." We chatted casually, and we got home in a while.

The parents were naturally very happy that their son came back for dinner. Before I returned to the small town, they lived together. When the second brother first moved to his new house, the parents were still sad for a long time.

As usual, my mother served her special soup first, and then used a small spoon to separate the fat floating on the surface of my bowl.My mother thinks that my stomach is not good and I should not eat greasy things, but her old fire soup will always stew a layer of lard and chicken oil, so I have to separate the fat before meals every day.I always obediently enjoy her delicate and affectionate, while watching her joyfully show her love.

Because the second brother came, I didn't go out after dinner, and the four of them watched TV while chatting. My brother had a bright personality and had a lot of conversations with his parents, but I was quieter.On weekdays, my elder brother always comes here to talk and talk, but today he always seems absent-minded.

While my father and my brother were talking about political news, I ran out to the yard, and I got a headache when I heard politics.I sat on the rocking chair under the fruit tree and listened to the bugs, and looked at the thin and drifting clouds high in the sky.

"Wen Qing." The second brother came over.

"Well, why did you come out?"

The second brother didn't speak, just sat down on the stone bench opposite me, was silent for a while and finally said: "Wenqing, Xiaoling is back, I heard from my parents that you..." The second brother didn't know what to say.

"Well, brother, it's all over." I said calmly.

"Don't you really want to turn back?" He was a little confused and distrustful.

"Don't look back, really." I smiled and shook my head.

The second brother looked at me for a long time with a researching eye, and said, "You have a new friend?"

I am silent.

"Oh, really? That's good, we don't have to worry!" The second brother exclaimed excitedly.

I still didn't make a sound, I didn't know how to make a sound, I just smiled quietly and looked at my second brother who looked silly like a big boy.

[-]. First love

After putting down Xiaoling's topic, I continued my unchanging life of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset".The only thing that is a little new is that the new flower shop opened, and it also took a very shocking name - the first love.The sky blue word "love" is embedded in the center of a pure white daisy, which is very fresh.

In order not to let the female owner of the fragrant flower shop sigh that the world loves the new and dislikes the old, I first went to her to "patronize" two lotus flowers, and then walked happily to the "first love" that moved my heart.

This "first love" can't actually be called a flower shop, because there is only one kind of flower there: chrysanthemums.But this chrysanthemum can attract all passers-by. It brings together almost all kinds of small chrysanthemums in the world. Infested by bee wasps.These romantic, simple and pure chrysanthemums are very popular with little girls, and thus become their "first love".

In addition to chrysanthemums, this store also sells vases, books, and CDs. Those books are exquisitely printed albums related to flowers with beautiful pictures and pleasing to the ear. There are also some such as flowers and legends, flowers and constellations, flowers and songs , flowers and poems, romantic flower language...etc.The CDs include pure music CDs and popular songs CDs, and VCDs and DVDs with soundtracks and scenery appreciation. These CDs are basically related to flowers.And those vases are almost for putting all kinds of chrysanthemums in the world, if other flowers are put in it, it will look nondescript.

This flower shop invades customers not only visually and olfactorily, but also auditorily: playing videos and music.

This is an absolutely extraordinary shopkeeper. I knew at a glance that the female boss of the flower shop was over.

The strange thing is that this florist doesn't seem to have seen the owner.I also don't care who the owner is for the time being, and just pick out what I want.I know that the white porcelain vase with the sky-blue rustic stripes was made for me, the CD with the ending song of the Korean movie "Daisy" was prepared for me, and the book "Mountains and Fields of Chrysanthemums Bloom" is for me. "The album is for me, and those fragrant chrysanthemums are all for me...

I suddenly became worried, which kind of chrysanthemums do I want?How much do you want?I want it all!Suddenly I laughed at myself for being greedy, which seemed to violate my usual style of buying flowers.When I buy flowers for my parents, I usually buy two or nine, which means "you are thick and I am thick, the world of two people" and "steadfast love, forever". When I buy flowers for myself, I buy one or three, which means For "You Are My Only" and "I Love You".Looking at the "first love", I picked three small chrysanthemums with white petals and green hearts for myself, held them together just enough, and put them in the blue-striped white porcelain vase, just right. I couldn't help feeling proud laughed.

While I was intoxicated, I heard a light footstep. I looked up and was startled: the owner of the shop...

A strangely dressed young girl was standing in front of me.

White casual shoes, blue-gray casual trousers, a white T-shirt, a string of blue shell ornaments on each wrist, young and round arms, and pink lipstick.On the top, two-thirds of the head is black: a pair of huge semi-circular sunglasses surround the forehead from the side of the nose to the sides to the ears, and are connected with the fluffy short hair over the ears, leaving only the mouth and chin It's outside.Those sunglasses are real "black" glasses, reminding me of the phrase that I can't see my fingers. At the same time, I think of the mysterious masked limbs dancing wildly at the masquerade party, and the ghostly black mask, black robe, black shadow and black flying of Night Ranger... …

I couldn't help laughing, this look is too different!At the same time, some words and pictures quickly surged in my mind:

Stendhal, Red and Black, Broken Venice, Gone with the Wind, The Count of Monte Cristo, Conan, Hamlet, Black Cat Sheriff, Queen Mother, Nobleman, The Last Supper, Bronze Horseman, Melancholy of the City, Classical Symphony Orchestra, Cocktail Party... "Let me sing a song for you, close your eyes and give me your heart, at this moment, I want you to hear the color of happiness" "I have always had a pair of invisible wings, take me to fly, fly over despair" "Far away There is a girl in this place, her name is Yelia... Yelia, mysterious Yelia, Yelia—" "Now I am the most beautiful woman in the world, hahahaha..." "Mei Chaofeng Couldn't help smiling miserably, and said to Guo Jing: "Thank you for killing my husband with one knife, this thief died so easily!" A gigantic monster was desperately chasing after it, and kept roaring... Seeing Gu Yu from a distance, he shouted: 'Hey, boy, save me!'"...

I was controlled by my chaotic thinking for a while, the expression on my face must be extremely weird, it irrepressibly showed my ever-changing thoughts and inner feelings.The cool young shop owner kept pursing her lips and looking at me coolly, well, I think she was looking at me, although I couldn't see her eyes, but I think those pair of eyes immediately reminded me of a big frog croaking My sunglasses are "looking at" me.

Her "coolness" made me stop my "spirituality", smiled apologetically at her, and said, "I like your flower shop very much, your flower shop is so beautiful, I want to buy everything..." Before I finished speaking, I suddenly felt that I was very funny. How can anyone buy things like this... Then he pointed to the treasures he had just collected together and said, "Well, I want these."

This mysterious girl smiled kindly at me. Against the background of her giant sunglasses, this smile is particularly light and bright, like a summer breeze.I was thinking: Is this the effect she wants?

She helped me pack all the things I wanted, put them in a very elegant environmental protection bag and handed them to me. She took a small white message paper and wrote a number for me.I took the message paper with two numbers on it grandly, and was stunned.She smiled at me again and made a "please" gesture.

As I took out the money, I typed two words shockingly in my mind: dumb.

Is such a young girl dumb?Her sunglasses... Is she still blind?I asked unconsciously: "I also want a DVD of wild chrysanthemums. I wonder if you have it here?"

She nodded, quickly turned around and searched carefully in the big black bookshelf, and picked out a hardcover edition for me.I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you! Your florist is really nice, very special and beautiful!" I said with a smile, and when I mentioned my baby, I turned around and wanted to leave, when I suddenly noticed the complex mouth shape of the girl in the florist, I turned around, puzzled looking at her.She pursed her lips and smiled at me, then walked into the store with her head down.

Almost at the same time, a piece of music came out of the store:

the love i've always dreamed of

so close to me now

but what i can do

but just staring at you silently

In this city full of strangers

I picture love, day after day

Waiting and hoping in the scent of daisies

you can come

……

The ending song of "Daisy".Is there a new guest coming so soon?Same taste as me?But I no longer have the heart to explore others. I was caught by the chrysanthemum, caught by the affectionate and sad singing, and entered another world in a trance...

[-]. Chrysanthemums are blooming all over the mountains

When I got home, I immediately inserted the bouquet of white chrysanthemums and put them on the window sill. The sunset glow slanted on the window lattice and the flowers, as if it was a happy chrysanthemum.