how dare it be too late

"Kapok is leaving."

Mother stood by the window, staring at the white figure under the fiery red kapok tree with her long eyes. As her eyes moved a little, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more inexplicable.

Dad was speechless, withdrew his indifferent gaze, sat back at the desk, picked up the pen and continued to write something in the notebook.

Walking into the living room, the TV was turned on very loudly, but grandma was sitting on the rocking chair with her pet dog in her arms and closed her eyes to rest. She rolled up an elegant smile, looked at grandma obediently and gently, who hadn't noticed her at all, and quietly said Walking upstairs, the shoes did not make any sound.

Gently putting the guitar aside, she sat in a daze on the big soft bed, holding the shaved little bear in her arms, holding the little bear tighter and tighter with her light white fingertips.

The clock was ticking and ticking, and time was passing by. She was like a doll in the window, with a blank expression, staring at the blue sky outside the window for a long time in a daze, and her slender and slightly curly eyelashes trembled quietly for a long time.

The breeze blew by, and the wind chimes on the window jingled, making pleasant sounds.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, she moved her already stiff body, walked to the dressing table, sat silently on the chair, the mirror reflected a delicate and clean face, She smiled, self-deprecating in her eyes.

She has always been sensible, always excellent, and she has always given others the impression that she is well-behaved and quiet, and does not fight or grab, as if everything in this world has nothing to do with her, and she can tolerate everything unconditionally .

In the past five years, she has learned to speak fluent English, learned to treat everything gracefully and calmly, and plays a role that is almost perfect every day. She is so impeccable, even the curvature of the smile on the corner of her mouth is standard, because... …

Because the person who tolerated her infinitely is no longer by her side, she must grow up.

The sun shone into the bright mirror, dazzling and dazzling. She picked up the comb and combed her long black hair inch by inch. Her face as white as ivory showed a absent-minded smile, and her eyes were clear and full of moisture.

Lowering her head, teardrops rolled down on the table, she stood up, took out a clean and simple skirt and put it on, and saw the guitar lying quietly beside her through her damp eyes, she bent down...

"You know, Mumu, crying now won't solve any problems."

The sun was shining outside the window, and the long and slender fingers gently stroked the silver strings on the guitar, and the guitar made a low sound.

"It took me many years to finally get the chance to debut, and now even people all over the world know me, and I have been working hard."

Entertainment reports came from the TV in the living room downstairs. Young contestants defeated veteran big players. No one knew where she came from. She played and sang softly with her guitar in her arms. Her voice was beautiful and ethereal. When she sang, the whole world All lonely, she is the best dark horse, she is the winner of this competition, her name is Kapok.

"Mumu, you will grow up one day. My brother wants to see if you will become famous through your own efforts when you grow up."

Dazzling sunlight poured on her long black hair, and shone through her fingertips on the shimmering silver strings. She smiled brighter than the sun, and there were sparkling tears in her eyes.

The car stopped at the backstage of the square, and she watched the crowds outside, her thin shoulders slumped slightly.

"Kapok."

Dad called her, she turned her head and asked with puzzled eyes.

"this is for you."

She lowered her head, took the work card from her father, and showed a childish happy smile: "Thank you."

The father, who was not good at talking, had a rare smile on the corner of his mouth, and shook his head.

She got out of the car and walked into the backstage step by step with ease and difficulty, and the bustling people kept walking in the backstage.

The scene was so unfamiliar, she didn't know where to go, and how to open her mouth. Among the busy crowd, she looked around anxiously with her eyes.

"Junmian, is your mic ready?"

A corner sounded a name that had appeared in her dreams thousands of times and was so familiar that she couldn't be more familiar. She looked back in amazement, and her eyes were fixed on a straight black figure.

She held her breath and walked over step by step, her steps were so light that there was almost no sound, she was afraid that this was a dream, and she was afraid that she would wake up crying like every night as usual, and cry even harder after waking up.

Jin Junmian noticed that when the staff was adjusting his microphone, he kept looking behind him. He followed the staff's gaze and turned around suspiciously.

When he saw the person behind him at a glance, he froze immediately, as if a dazzling and dizzy lightning flashed across him.

Even though it was the backstage where you couldn't see your fingers without the lights on, the person reflected in his eyes gathered all the light in the world on her, while everything else faded into the background and gradually disappeared. In his eyes, disappeared under her light.

She stood in front of him, and he looked at her.

She has long black hair, a delicate and fair face, a short off-shoulder chiffon skirt, and white and slender legs.

She looked back at him, her eyes were like sea water, filled with sparkling and transparent tears.

"Five years ago, you called my name and told me that you wanted to see if I would become famous through my own efforts when I grew up. Now that I have succeeded, have you seen it?"

She showed him a proud and showing off expression, she smiled, she smiled so beautifully, her eyes were full of stars, and tears gradually appeared in her eyes.

Jin Junmian nodded, fixed his eyes on her body, looked at her deeply, looked at her, with unfathomably deep emotions hidden in his eyes.

Her throat was choked, and a hot current poured into her eyes, burning the bottom of her heart.

"I've grown up, I can fall asleep without listening to your songs, and I sleep well... I don't cry anymore even if I fall down, I'm strong... I eat and sleep on time every day, Get up on time, these past few years, mom and dad haven't scolded me once."

Tears.

silently.

"I didn't skip a class. The professor praised me every day. He said I was an excellent student... I got along well with my parents, my grandma, my classmates and even my neighbors. Everyone got along very well. I laughed every day. They Think I'm friendly..."

slipped from her cheek.

Moisten her trembling eyelashes.

"I still remember that you told me that in the days when you are not around, you want me not to cry, but to be strong. I have always been a child who loves to laugh..."

She grinned, and the tears spread on her face, flowing more and more urgently, crying like a seven or eight-year-old girl. If she hadn't seen him, she wouldn't have known that she had so much grievance in her heart.

Standing in front of her, Jin Junmian stared at her deeply, with a solemn and serious expression, but his eyes were extremely gentle and deep, as if he wanted to reflect her in his eyes and engrave her in his heart.

"Jun Mian, the rehearsal is over, I'm missing you, Jun Mian? SUHO?" The staff rushed to call him, pulled him up and ran to the stage without hesitation.

Jin Junmian was dragged to the stage, under the spotlight, standing in a dizzying circle of light, he was so dazzling that people looked up at him from a distance, so far away from her...

She looked at him quietly, tears rolled down her cheeks, and looked down at the blurry floor little by little.

Does he already dislike her?Or did he find someone he liked more...?

She bit her lips tightly, her little shoulders trembling, and she was so distressed that it was difficult to breathe.

"Mumu."

Jin Junmian took the microphone, his hoarse voice was filled with too many unspeakable emotions, he called her with a gentle and steady voice.

She paused, looked up at the man, her vision became blurred again, and the warm liquid slid down.

The dusty name that had been covered in dust for a long time sounded from the stereo, as if a hole was cut in the heart, and the naughty name was dug out, the wound was painful and itchy.

"Mumu, accompany me to see your parents in a while. I just stand at the door every time and never go in. I also want to see what the room you live in every day is like... the window on your window The wind chimes are really beautiful..."

Jin Junmian looked at her, with a bright light in his eyes, a gentle smile dyed from the corner of his mouth to his eyes, and even his voice was so warm and pampering, with an imperceptible trembling.

She stared wide-eyed, looking in shock at Jin Junmian who was smiling gently on the stage, tears frantically poured into her eyes and slowly flowed down her cheeks.

what?

What did his words... mean?

Jin Junmian stared at the stunned Mumu, his gentle smiling face was clearly reflected in her clear eyes, she regained her composure, and laughed with tears in her eyes.

Because of the delicate voice in the stereo, the busy people put down what they were doing and looked at the man under the spotlight on the stage.

Passing through the crowd, they stare at each other from a distance, and in the world, only each other's gentle and hot eyes are left

"I have been waiting, waiting for my Mumu to become an adult, waiting for the day when I can convince my mother, waiting for the day when my Mumu proudly tells me that I have grown up..."

Jin Junmian looked at her, walked off the stage slowly, walked in front of her, gently wiped the tears on her cheeks with warm hands, he hugged her tightly, wrapped her arms tightly around her body, and she buried her face in him The trembling and stiff body slowly warmed and softened.

"Come home with me, Auntie misses you very much." He whispered softly in her ear, and he hugged her like a treasure.

"Do not you miss me?"

She pouted childishly, so cute, just like the little girl back then, naughty and well-behaved, willful and obedient, breathing in his arms.

"Mumu, I miss you so much."

Thinking of not being able to sleep all night, going to her room, sitting there blankly, and unconsciously getting up...

Thinking of being a demon, in every corner of the house, I picked up her long hair that fell out, piled it together, put it in the palm of my hand, and carefully pinched it, looking at it in a daze...

Thinking of not letting go of any reports about her competition, he would keep every bit of information. He watched her go from being nervous at the beginning to becoming more comfortable in each experience until she won the grand prize. He was more happy than himself when he won the prize. get excited...

Thinking that she couldn't breathe at all, she issued the notice, went crazy, ran to the airport, flew to England, stood at the gate of the yard, looked at the window of her room, through the long green branches of the kapok tree, orange shoots shot out from the window of her room. Colorful lights, wind chimes fluttering with the wind, and bright red kapoks in the yard reflecting the sky...

He stood and watched, his face full of exhaustion, but his heart was filled, very full...

The same is true at this time.

He hugged her, tightened inch by inch, hugged her tightly, lost and regained, and he would never let go.

Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, soaking his shirt, and her nose was filled with a familiar and reassuring smell. At this moment, she became that fearless Mumu again.

because--

Kapok blooms, her hero returns.

Under the faint moonlight, he looked down at her for a while, put the red flowers he picked at night in his pocket on the bedside table, and then walked out of the room...

"Auntie." Jin Junmian looked at his wife with sincere and firm eyes, "I have something to say to you..."

In the quiet kitchen, my wife is sitting at the table, holding fragrant tea, looking at Jin Junmian's serious and determined eyes.

"Auntie, I know it's rude to say this. After five years, please return Mumu to me?"

The wife was stunned, a little puzzled, and asked suspiciously, "Why is it five years?"

There was a gentle smile on Jin Junmian's face, and there was a soft light in the smile: "Mumu is a very good child, but because of me, she will become very naughty and capricious. Five years later, Mumu I've grown up, and I've had enough time to convince my mom..."

The wife thought for a while, then nodded with a benevolent smile: "I promise you."

"Thank you……"

He stood up and bowed deeply.

Five years, one more day, he couldn't wait.

How dare he take her home too late.