mayfly era

The sun is shining, the autumn wind is transparent, the herbal shops and taverns along the street are open, and the air is filled with the aroma of flowers and plants and the slightly sour taste of distiller's grains.

At noon, the golden light scales smoke the dried flowers and grass leaves again, making the fragrance more fragrant.

This is a rare quiet place in the central city. People are busy amidst the fragrance of flowers and wine, with relaxed and satisfied expressions on their faces.

T bit the end of the ballpoint pen and thought for a moment, then quickly wrote on a stack of paper that was so thin that it seemed to be weathered at any time.

His hair was messy in sleep, the short hair at the back of his head was stubbornly lifted up one by one, and the pointed tail pierced the air slightly.

The old lady sat beside him, watching his calculations with warm eyes, her wrinkled face relaxed and happy.

She is very old, but she still does not hide her emotions.

At this time, there were a few light knocks on the old thick wooden door. The old woman raised her head and said loudly to the door, "Come in."

The person who came was the Caucasian woman from the herbal shop last time, this time she was wearing a light green sarong with yellow flowers and a clean apron.She held a wooden dinner plate in her hand, on which some sliced ​​snacks were neatly arranged.

"I made some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes," the caucasian woman said in a standard native language, "I'll give you and the children a taste."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

The old woman took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake covered with a layer of table paper from the dinner plate, and took out a few black and red sugar cubes wrapped in cellophane from the small drawer beside her, and placed them on the woman's dinner plate.

"I'll go back first." The caucasian woman nodded with a smile, and exited the room holding the dinner plate.

"Let's have some pastry. Fangzi made it herself. Her craftsmanship is very good." The old woman pointed to the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table.

T smiled and praised, "It smells delicious."

"This is dried sweet-scented osmanthus pickled with honey and spread on the glutinous rice cake," the old woman squeezed a piece into her mouth. "Pomelo vinegar is also added to the glutinous rice."

T also tasted a piece and nodded, "It's very delicious, Sister Fangzi's craftsmanship is really good."

The old woman's dark eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was remembering the past, "She used to like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Fangzi, and every time she would fight and grab it with me..."

T listened to the old woman quietly, without interrupting, and without asking who this "she" was.

"By the way, she was my former student," the old woman did not hesitate, with a little sadness in her tone, "It has been many years since I left, and I miss her very much."

"She must be a very good person, that's why you never forget her." T laughed.

"She is an upright person, not just excellent," the old woman ate another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, chewing and tasting it carefully, "I don't know why, sometimes, I see her shadow in you..."

T pursed the corners of his lips, showing a shy smile, "I'm just an ordinary person, and I don't want to be a person who is indomitable. If I can, I really want to live my life in idling."

The old woman didn't get angry because of his words, but said more gently, "I don't want you to be like her either. Death is a beautiful and desperate thing...but it's more of despair."

"Teacher, can you tell me how I look like her?" T put down his pen.

"I also saw the boundary between light and darkness in you." The old woman did not hesitate, and casually said a "judgment" that was priceless.

"The boundary between light and darkness...I didn't expect...I still have light on my body." T muttered and repeated the "judgment" in a low voice, his eyes became a little dazed.

The old woman's eyes were gentle and bright, and her tone was somewhat relieved, "Baby, don't be afraid of the future, I believe in you."

T shook his head, "I don't understand these things, I just want to live."

"Some plants like to be in the dark, while some plants are desperately absorbing sunlight all their lives," said the old woman. "They all have their own choices, but they can't exchange choices. A sunflower must grow toward the sun all its life."

T nodded and shook his head again.

"Choose, baby, the right choice." The old woman pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to the t, signaling him to eat some more.

"It seems that you have seen through it." T showed a wry smile.

"I'm a Feng Shui master," the old woman narrowed her eyes tenderly when she smiled, but her eyes became brighter. "We make money by calculating personal fate."

"But I don't want to know my fate, I don't want to accept my fate." T shook his head.

"If people's fate is a straight line, we can see the end at a glance, and we will be much happier." The old woman stuffed a dried ginger flower into the ceramic teapot beside her, and then filled their cups with clear water. Bright tea.

"Can you tell me the story of your deceased student?" T asked.

"I'm sorry baby, not now." The old woman took another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the syrup stained her fingers, and she licked it off casually.

This old Feng Shui master has a bright and casual personality, even a little childish.

T suddenly showed a sly smile, "If you are willing to tell me, I will tell you who gave Dujuan to me."

"Since he doesn't want to see me, then I won't force it. As long as I know that he is still alive, I can rest assured." The old woman said calmly.

"Okay, teacher," T curled his lips, "I thought you would be angry if I said that."

"I didn't believe you would tell me so easily, you little fox."

"Yes, he is my benefactor, and I will not betray him." T's tone was a little strange, not so much a promise to others, but more like a warning to himself.

"You are still a child, so you have so many troubles." The old woman chuckled and poured hot tea for T.

"Yes, teacher, with so many math problems, I'm going to be so distressed." T bit the end of his pen again.

"Pretentious!" The old woman tapped T on the forehead.

When t left the dirt alley, his small backpack was full of pastries and tea presented by the old lady, and it was a big lump. After he took the subway, many people stared at his small backpack and robbed this seemingly skinny boy.

However, the increasingly stringent laws nowadays allow these hardworking people to live their addiction only in their imagination.

It's not a long drive from Dirt Alley to "Xiangrong Lane". These days, the bar is closed, and he has a lot of free time. He goes to the old lady's place to study almost every day, and the old lady welcomes him very much.

He once wondered if the old lady had something to plot against his enthusiasm, but he had nothing to gain, so what could she plot against him?

He also suspected that the old woman approached Boss Chen because she wanted to harm Boss Chen. However, this worry was dispelled by today's conversation. Obviously, the Feng Shui master was looking for Boss Chen, but he was not ready to harm him.

T opened the door, and saw the man reclining on the sofa at a glance. The window should have been opened by him, so the room was extremely cold, and the wind kept gushing in, blowing open two thin curtains.

"You're here?" T was no longer surprised or pleasantly surprised, the frequency of Master Mei's visits has been very high recently.

The love of a mediocre person is like this. Once the communication is too frequent, it will appear a bit boring. Only a lover can maintain enthusiasm for his lover at any time and slander his heart.

"En." Young Master Mei responded, his voice full of exhaustion.

T took out the snacks in the small backpack, told Master Mei to eat, then ran to the kitchen, scrubbed the pot again, threw a purification bag into the pot, and then boiled a pot full of hot water.

He got some herbal tea from the old woman, which is considered a rare thing in this era, and he wanted to share it with Master Mei.

"Baby, what are you busy with?"

"Make some tea, would you like something sweet?" T turned to ask Master Mei.

It was rare for Young Master Mei to think about this kind of thing, and after a while he smiled and nodded, "Sweet."

"You seem to have lost a lot of weight..." T frowned, he crushed the champagne sugar and threw it into the boiling pot, and soon the scent of flowers and herbs in the pot became a little sweeter.

There was some complaining tone in Young Master Mei's voice, "There are many things in the family, as you know, I have a lot of family members, and each person can eat and talk with one mouth."

"They don't do this all the time." T found a large thin aluminum cup, padded the handle with a cotton cloth, and poured the sweet flower tea out of the pot. The smoky sweet aroma made people salivate.

"Yes, they have always been like this." Young Master Mei gracefully picked up the big cup and took a sip, "It's delicious, baby, what kind of flower is this?"

"Ginger blossom, orange blossom, honey, cinnamon," T wrung his fingers, "and bay leaves."

Young Master Mei rubbed his head, and smiled dotingly, "I don't think you are going to learn Feng Shui, but to learn how to make afternoon tea."

"This is not right, the bar is also closed, I moved to the health care bureau, and I will open a teahouse to support you in the future." T joked casually.

Master Mei frowned slightly, "The bar is closed?"

T nodded, "The boss seems to be sick, and will be closed for a while, I want to find another job..."

"You have a good relationship with your boss, why don't you care about him." Young Master Mei laughed.

"Hey, I'm just an employee, how can I control other people's boss's affairs, and our boss should be taken care of by someone."

T brought the pastries to Young Master Mei to eat, and Young Master Mei ate a little and nodded in praise.

"By the way, what's the name of that old woman who taught you Feng Shui?"

T shook his head in a daze, "She never told me."

"It's normal for real people not to show their faces. Feng Shui masters are outside the society. I have to say that they live a very good life..." Young Master Mei sighed a little, "If a person doesn't have a family, will there be less trouble? "

"Everyone feels that their life is not good enough, my young master, but after the real change, it may be another nightmare."

"You are becoming more and more like a feng shui master." Young Master Mei held T's hand in his palm, and touched his somewhat thin fingers one by one.

T also shook him back, fingers slowly intertwined.

"If I can learn it well, then I definitely won't count you..." T's fingers circled around the slender and skinny fingers of Young Master Mei, and the shallow fingerprints fit together.

"Baby, you really understand me."

"How much of your distress can you tell me?"

"Half, the other half is my sin, because of my tall image, I can't tell you." Young Master Mei smiled.

T put his cheek on Young Master Mei's shoulder. Young Master Mei's skin was scorching hot, and his heart was beating a little fast. T reached out and touched Young Master Mei's forehead, but it was cold, and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?" ?”

"I'm a little tired. I can't fall asleep recently. I can only fall asleep when I come to you." Young Master Mei rubbed his cheek against T's furry messy hair, his voice was vague like a dream, "They pushed me so hard, everyone refused to sleep." Let me go……"

"At home?"

"Well, there are other people, they are sanctimonious beasts, bad to the bone, but why do they have to show their hideous nature in front of my eyes, I don't want to see it, I would rather believe that they are all gentlemen, all of them He's a good man..." Young Master Mei pressed his forehead, moved his hand to his lips, wiped his chin vigorously, and let out a long sigh.

Listening to Master Mei's delirious words, T felt that the depths of his heart were being pulled and tugged.

He thought that primitive dependence was at work. He snuggled into Young Master Mei's scorching arms, but felt his body gradually getting colder. When he closed his eyes, his body seemed to return to that day, to that cold winter day.

"Yeah, why did you show your hideous nature in front of me?"

Winter in Central City is like a niche metal music, sharp, willful, and choking, and does not succumb to the preferences of the masses.

The cold wind has been squeezed countless times in the narrow gaps between the buildings and turned into a cold weapon.If you are still wearing a thin long coat, trying to wrap yourself up and down into a cowering cocoon, you will feel colder.

The well-dressed couple seemed to be dressed very warmly. Even in this weather, the woman still wore a complete set of jewelry. Around the ears, around the neck, and around the neck, there were red agates mixed with gold and silver. Taste did not add half a point to her beauty, but looked vulgar.

T still remembers the look in their eyes, that kind of panic, like a small rodent in a deep cave, suddenly encountering the light.

The scorching heat and brightness left them nowhere to hide, and they could only widen their black and white eyes in horror.

T has imagined the scene of the reunion after a long absence countless times, imagining what kind of look should appear on their faces... the worst idea is nothing more than this.

They panicked and feared because of this child who suddenly appeared on the street, as if they had seen some monster, their faces turned pale suddenly, and the two held each other's hands tightly, as if only each other could rely on each other in the whole world.

What a disgusting adult.

T lowered his head and buried his face in his collar, all his emotions were reduced to ashes, and all his emotions became numb.

He thought that if they had given him a pitiful look at his tragic fate, he would have given up the thorny road of revenge.

For the first time, he realized that kinship is nothing but hypocrisy. Blood is thicker than water, and mother and child are connected.

Selfish people are always worried about themselves in the first place, and don't even think it's a sin.

In this case, use death to offset it.