Miss White Rose

Miss Tang has recently fallen into love troubles.

He is a young man who came to buy flowers for his mother. He is a young policeman who just graduated last year. He has a bright personality and two small canine teeth when he smiles.

"Tell me, what does he like about me?"

Little Tang rested his chin and looked at the busy street outside, his eyes were full of confusion.

Under the bloated down jacket in winter, the body that cannot be revealed?A bland, no-makeup look?Or is it the wallet that is so shriveled that it can only support itself, and occasionally needs help from its parents?

The love came so suddenly that the girl who always felt mediocre almost panicked.

Just like a child who got candy for no reason, there is a deep sense of gratitude in the panic. A girl with a gentle personality often does this when she shows love to others, and she is helplessly grateful for the love and appreciation of the other party.

Xu Xingyan trimmed the flower branches slowly, her satin-like black hair was tied by a white jade hairpin, her moon-white knit skirt, with a furry shawl on it, was extremely elegant, she couldn't help shaking her head and laughing when she heard this.

"The impact brought by the Internet makes it easy for everyone to have a misunderstanding. Only the beauty that is widely recognized by the public is the real beauty, but 'beauty' itself is abstract, and everyone's understanding of beauty is different. And we generally refer to this kind of personal aesthetics as 'eye edge'."

She patiently comforted the girl who had become sentimental because of love, with a calm and peaceful tone: "Maybe, you just happen to be 'fate'."

The word "Fate" has been brought into the Central Plains by Buddhism since the Han and Jin Dynasties, and it has been immersed in and inseparable from Chinese culture. It itself represents a beautiful but elusive longing and encounter, which is extremely mysterious.

Miss Tang accepted this explanation, but soon fell into a new trouble. When I go to the movies after get off work today, should I change into a nice dress?

When it comes to love, if the heart is like still water, and the ancient well has no waves, what fun is there?

After finally finalizing the make-up for the evening date, Xiao Tang looked up and saw his boss with downcast eyebrows and talking on the phone with a gentle smile.

They were talking about super-daily little things: "What did you eat today? A very special guest came this morning... Remember to add clothes when it's cold..."

I have to answer five or six calls like this every day. I don't know how Sister Sheng Miao finds an opportunity to call here, but obviously, the boss is very happy every time, and the smell of passionate love permeates her as narrow as an apricot pit. The ends of the eyes make people feel hot when they look at them.

Although she has been working in the flower shop for less than half a year, Xiao Tang can still clearly feel that the boss seems to have changed a bit. How can I describe this change?

Xiao Tang thought and thought, searched his brains, and suddenly had an inspiration——

The original boss is probably like a bowl of lotus seed soup that has been warmed, with a faint fragrance that comes from the lotus heart, but now, this bowl of lotus seed soup has been put into two rock sugar, and the bitterness Cover it up, leaving only the right amount of sweetness...

The wind chimes at the door of the store rang, and a woman wrapped tightly in cotton clothes walked in. She took off her scarf, and she had a slightly pretty face, but the sorrow on her face suppressed her natural beauty.

Xiao Tang couldn't help lowering her head and curling her lips. She knew this woman. Her name was Liu Chang. She was the boss's college roommate. She was a married white-collar worker with two children. Life was so-so, but whenever something went wrong, she would come over Complaining to the boss is like treating this place as a free spiritual trash can, pouring out a lot of negative energy.

Liu Chang: "...I said earlier that I am not familiar with this kind of project. He insisted on entrusting me to do it. He couldn't refuse it. If he didn't do it well now, the whole company would report criticism. Isn't this just me? Top the pot?"

Xiao Tang brought her a glass of water with a blank face. Liu Chang thanked her in a low voice, and then enviously said to Xu Xingyan: "It's still good for you, just close the door and be a big lady. If the wind doesn't blow and the rain won't get you..."

Then she began to talk clichés again, talking about her dream of Chinese painting that she had given up because of reality and money, about her husband who threw his socks everywhere, about her child’s kindergarten tuition fees and the job she had to stick to...

When listening to these for the first time, Xiao Tang was full of same-sex sympathy for her, because this is what most women have to face in their lives, but after listening to it seven or eight times, it is inevitable to feel bored after all.

But Xu Xingyan, who has heard it more times than her, has always been serious. She has a little pity for this classmate who has worked hard for her dream but finally fell into the sand. Looking at her, it is like looking at a A flower bone that fails to bloom wantonly and dies.

Liu Chang couldn't help weeping and said: "I went to see your gallery after work a few days ago, and added a few new paintings. It's getting better and better. It's great...I don't have much time to draw recently, you know , I am too busy with work, and my child is young, you have to persevere, we are in the same dormitory, and you are the only one who is still moving forward..."

Xiao Tang began to sympathize with her again, probably...women are always more likely to feel sorry for women.

Xu Xingyan has a gallery in the city center, which is not too big, but the location is very good, and every inch of land is precious. It is specially used to store the fine works of her paintings in recent years. She didn't deliberately publicize it, but chose to let time accumulate thickness. Tickets are not expensive , and all the proceeds were donated to a congenital heart disease rescue organization in this city.

Xiao Tang once visited by chance. At that time, the friends who accompanied him did not know much about painting, but they roughly estimated the money invested in maintaining this gallery every year. It was indeed staggering.

Maybe dreams and art are expensive in themselves.

Liu Chang sat for more than half an hour, and before he left, he bought a bouquet of tulips. She held the glass of water Xiao Tang poured for her, and she never drank it.

When sending her away, Xu Xingyan took two little bear toys from the cabinet as decorations, and said softly, "It's for your children to play with."

Liu Chang looked at the puppet bear and showed his first smile today, "You are still the same as when you were in school, you like collecting these little dolls..."

Perhaps recalling the carefree student days was something that made her very happy. She picked another perfume lily and took care of the flower shop's business.

The relationship between classmates after entering the society is always like this. On the one hand, I miss the pure and innocent past very much, and on the other hand, I consciously use the most sophisticated way to get along with each other.

"Sister Yan..." Xiao Tang watched the boss move his back slowly, showing a trace of fatigue on his face, and couldn't help blaming Liu Changlai in his heart.

You can deal with your emotions by yourself, why don't you go to a psychiatrist, why do you always come to torment her boss?No one owes anyone, this person relies on the boss's good personality, gentle temper, and rarely cares about others.

Easily reading Miss Tang's inner voice, Xu Xingyan laughed: "You just treat her as a guest who likes to chat, and she also has something to say in her heart."

The child is too young to understand the mother, the parents are about to retire, I don't want them to worry in vain, the husband, talk too much, it will affect the relationship...but always holding it in the heart is also a kind of intense self-consumption.

At the beginning, Liu Chang was able to get along well in college, and Liu Chang was still a little smart. Coming to Xu Xingyan to talk to her did not mean that she trusted her old classmate, but she came to the conclusion after some comparisons The most cost-effective option.

Xiao Tang thought so too, anyway, every time Ms. Liu Chang came here, she would not leave empty-handed, and would more or less buy a few flowers back, treating her as a special customer.

It's just that in her heart, she couldn't help being more cautious about marriage. It's better not to easily step into the siege of marriage before making sufficient preparations.

After only a short while, when she looked up again, she found that Xu Xingyan had already packed the table and watched the video on the phone stand, with her index finger knuckle resting on her lower lip, feeling inexplicably studying and thinking.

Out of curiosity, Xiao Tang glanced at the screen of her mobile phone. It was a video of a figure skating competition. Even if Xiao Tang didn't pay much attention to sports, he felt that the athlete's strength and movements were smooth and smooth. Muscle and strength.

I heard that most people who like sports competitions have a strong mentality. Xiao Tang took a closer look at his boss, um...it's hard to see it.

"Ding dong!"

The sound of the special attention reminder sounded, leaving a nerve for the lover's message is a stupid thing that every man and woman in love will do, and Xu Xingyan is of course no exception.

But at this moment, a call from Baiyun came in.

"Hello, Sister Yun," Xu Xingyan answered the phone.

Bai Yun: "Yanyan, didn't you say last time that the local dried longan in Ludao is the best? I'm on a business trip here recently, should I bring you a few catties back?"

"Okay," Xu Xingyan smiled, and said with great interest: "It happens to be a point for each family during the Chinese New Year. How much can you bring?"

Bai Yun laughed and cursed on the phone: "Did you really buy me as a proxy? If you buy a heavy one, I have to carry it back for you? It's a dream!"

Xu Xingyan also laughed, and deliberately said in a coquettish tone: "Then I want eighteen catties, you can send it to me by express, and you can pay on arrival..."

After a brief chat with Bai Yun, Xu Xingyan hung up the phone, and immediately clicked on the photo sent by Lin Shengmiao—it was a big yellow maple leaf with words written all over it.

Zoom in and take a closer look, it is a very old poem.

"When You Are Old" - Yeats

Xu Xingyan received a knowing blow and covered her eyes shyly, but the bright smile still poured out from the corners of her lips, which was more stunning than any flower in the world.

In the past few days, she often sent Lin Shengmiao some beautiful photos of flowers. This morning, on a whim, she took a photo of a rose that was a little withered.

She admitted that she had some careful thoughts at the time. Flowers, like people, have a day from birth to budding, from full bloom to decline, until the day when they finally wither.

So, when I get old, the beauty that I once sneered at is covered by wrinkles, and the profligate youth is gone forever, will you still love me as before?

Lin Shengmiao's answer was obvious——

My dear, don't worry, the love tempered by time will last forever and be as firm as a rock. When the hair is gray and old, and the wrinkles on the face are illuminated by the fire from the fireplace, that is the testimony of our love.

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The author has something to say:

Xu Xingyan: Go around in circles!