Green Bamboo Green - Blossoms on the Moshang

In the last few working days of 2009, Fang Qingqing, as always, never was late, never left early, never procrastinated, and earnestly completed the end of the year.

There are only three days off for New Year's Day, she doesn't plan to go back to Songjiang Town, she will go back after the Spring Festival holiday.Qiao Qiuyun didn't go back either, and the two met to go to Tongli Town not far from Shencheng to play together.

When she got off work, she said Happy New Year to her colleagues in advance. Fang Qingqing went back to the apartment alone, had dinner, packed up the things she was going to bring for the next day, and fell asleep early.The cold has been basically cured, except for the occasional cough and probably some inflammation.

When she woke up the next day, she felt a little strange, her lips were swollen.She went straight to the bathroom, turned on the light, and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, a blister appeared on her upper lip, round and bright, like a mushroom after rain, which popped out overnight.

On the first day of 2010, she received God's first New Year's gift, a blister.I can't wash my face properly, I can't eat big mouthfuls, I can't get wet, and I can't blow the wind.She carefully protected the gift, put on a mask and set off.

Meeting Qiao Qiuyun at the bus station, facing Qiao Qiuyun's puzzled gaze, Fang Qingqing took off her mask and pointed to her lips helplessly.

"You're on fire, probably because of a cold." Qiao Qiuyun didn't dislike her, and even carefully diagnosed her.

"Probably so. This is a New Year's gift I got. It's very unique." Fang Qingqing said with a self-deprecating smile.

"It's very unique. Compared to this, my New Year's gift is too ordinary." Qiao Qiuyun said while taking out a wrapped book from her bag and handing it to Fang Qingqing.Fang Qingqing opened it and read it. It was "Walden Lake". She had heard of this book, but had never read it.

"Thank you, I like it very much. But I didn't prepare a New Year's gift for you." Fang Qingqing said apologetically, they rarely prepare holiday gifts specially, but it is true that Qiao Qiuyun often gave her books.

"Hug and make up for it." Fang Qingqing said with a smile, opening her arms.

Qiao Qiuyun also smiled, and stepped forward to hug Fang Qingqing.These are the friends she has known and spent the longest time with, and fortunately, they are not separated now.

"Happy New Year, Qiao Qiuyun."

"Happy New Year, Fang Qingqing."

Take the bus and arrive at Tongli in about an hour and a half.During the three-day holiday, there are still a lot of short-distance travellers.Fortunately, they booked a hotel in advance. It is an ancient inn in a small town. It has an independent small courtyard with white walls and gray tiles. A clump of bamboo is planted on the side of the entrance gate, and some winter green plants are randomly arranged around the courtyard. It is old-fashioned. The wooden doors and windows are hidden behind several old trees.

The lady proprietress checked them in enthusiastically. Stepping on the creaking wooden stairs, they went up to the second floor. The facilities in the room were still very modern, with everything a hotel should have.

The two rested in the hotel for a while, and then went downstairs to prepare lunch while strolling.Tongli is a typical small town in the south of the Yangtze River. The buildings are built along the two banks of the water. Stone bridges connect the life on both sides. There are wooden boats with and without canopies on the river, carrying tourists to pole down, and sometimes there are boats. Mother sang Wu Nong's soft words.

Fang Qingqing and Qiao Qiuyun were at a small shop at the junction of an intersection and a river, ordered two bowls of hot noodle soup, sat in the shop, looked at the facade outside, the stone steps extending to the river, and the mossy river water, as if everything They all slowed down, here and Shencheng seem to be separated by a distant time and space.

After lunch, the two of them strolled around according to the attractions on the tickets.A Jiangnan house, with a wide square in front of the main entrance, and a moon corner gate leading to the river, in the garden are exquisite and elegant pavilions, rockery, flower stones, and koi ponds.

I only see these, which are just some scenery, but I think of the people who used to live here, the lady upstairs, the gentleman in the study, the master on the official hat chair in the main room, the corners on the big stage, the chef in the kitchen. Mother, how many people have lived here, stepped on the blue bricks here, stepped on the stairs here, there is life, and there are historical marks, so it will be nostalgic.

"Like the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River?" Qiao Qiuyun asked casually while pouring tea. The two were sitting down in an attic to drink tea, of course it was not free.

"Well, I always feel there is a story." Fang Qingqing said with a smile.

Qiao Qiuyun smiled and said nothing.The two sat quietly, separated by the bamboo curtain, enjoying the sunshine in the winter afternoon. The heat of the tea filled the eyelids. Fang Qingqing felt that her eyes were a little sore. She closed her eyes, leaned on the chair, and waited slowly. survived.

This afternoon, they didn't go shopping, but rested quietly in this Jiangnan house. Visitors came and went, which didn't affect their itinerary and mood.

In the evening, Fang Qingqing took a bath carefully to avoid touching the blisters on her mouth, and she was so sleepy that she fell on the bed before her hair dried.When Qiao Qiuyun came out of the bathroom, she saw her like this, came over with a hair dryer, and said, "Dry your hair, so as not to catch another cold."

"Sleepy, going to sleep." Fang Qingqing replied in a daze.

Qiao Qiuyun looked at her for a while, then walked over, helped Fang Qingqing, let her lie on the side of the bed, turned on the hair dryer, tested the temperature, and then dried her hair.

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer, and the soft fingers stroking the hair, like a massage, made Fang Qingqing even more sleepy. When she gradually fell asleep, she seemed to hear a voice: "Who is getting married?"

"Shen Xiaoya." She answered in a murmur, then said 'Shen Xiaoya' again, and then fell into a black and sweet dream.

Didn't see Qiao Qiuyun's hand holding the hair dryer stop, staring at her, as if in deep thought, as if sad, as if relieved.

The next day, the two got up early, cleaned up and went out. The ancient town without tourists really calmed down.The two walked slowly, settled for breakfast at a small shop by the side of the road, and then continued to complete the attractions on the tickets.

The ancient town is not very big, and the shopping is about the same. The two went back to the inn for a rest, and were ready to return in the afternoon. They did not plan to spend the three days of vacation here. tired.

Returning to Shencheng in the evening, the two said goodbye at the bus station and returned to their places of residence.Fang Qingqing had just recovered from her cold, and her mouth was blistered again. She couldn't sleep well at night. When she returned to the apartment, she felt a little tired.

She washed up, lay on the sofa, took the phone, opened the inbox, and looked at the text message, and finally realized that Shen Xiaoya was getting married.

She doesn't know where Shen Xiaoya is now?Who are you marrying?With what mood to tell yourself such a sentence.She was suddenly a little angry, why would she think that everything was just like this when she sent a word lightly.

So many years, so far, Shen Xiaoya, is this the life you want?

Fang Qingqing pressed the dial button, then put the phone to her ear, listening to the beeping sound of the phone, she thought, three times, the phone rings three times, if no one answers, hang up.

Almost as soon as the first beep sounded, the beeping sound stopped, the phone was picked up, and a distant and familiar voice sounded: "Qingqing."