Zhan Shao's Sweet Little Wife

The mother was taken away by the same disease a year after giving birth to him.Also in a single-parent family, he and I had almost the same childhood, but my childhood was much happier than his.I have seen him look inferior, so inferior that he can tell you in a busy street with tears in his eyes that he doesn't seem to be needed.

"Well, I understand, even though everyone's suffering is different, but I understand. I think that every existence is unique and needed, and it will shine. In your eyes, through such a strong The mundane fog barrier and the distant view hundreds of millions of light-years away are, of course, the unique flashes in your heart. Yujie, condolences, cheers for life, and then, I will wait for your return."

In the dark, Jiang Nianci only felt that he had gained a sense of peace of mind, and only hoped that those who left could live happily in another place, and those who lived in the world could live happily without regrets.

"Mom, will you think of me like I miss you? Because I miss you very much." Jiang Nianci murmured to himself, like waves suddenly rippling in a clear and calm lake.

The next day, when Jiang Nianci woke up, the first thing he wanted to do was to buy a bunch of flowers and go to the beach to say goodbye to his mother.

I heard from Grandma Gu that my mother liked flowers, the smell of flowers, and the smell of nature.She likes fragrance, likes to be surrounded by fragrance, even violated, and finally suffocated.

At this moment, she thought of the good woody fragrance of Zhan Anli, just like the smell of elk that bursts out of grass and trees after rain, with warmth, it strikes from afar and is unpredictable.

She looked at the navigation, and there was only one bus from Nanshi back to the youth hostel in Beicheng.

If you want to go to a place where flowers are sold, you have to wait for a car at a place called Yuanzhai.

At the open-air bus stop in Yuanzhai, she first met a white-haired mother-in-law Huazi, leaning against a half-destroyed wall, sitting on the ground with a nylon seat and some flowers piled in front of her.

The flowers are not fresh, the packaging is not good-looking, and the price is very cheap.

You can buy a large bouquet for five yuan. There are no roses, lilies, roses, orange blossoms, jasmines, ylang-ylang daisies, and tuberoses that are hard to find in the downtown area.

For some reason, Jiang Nianci suddenly liked this taste very much.

So after buying a bouquet in a hurry, Jiang Nianci would buy a bouquet of old lady's flowers the next day before getting in the car, holding them carefully, for fear of crushing a petal, a stamen, or a leaf.

Sitting in the car, watching the street lights outside the window change from dim to colorful, quiet to noisy, even if the scent molecules wafting from the flowers in his hand tease the tip of his nose wantonly, but there is no way to invade Jiang Nianci's imagination, or to dream.

Her small room is surrounded by large and small bottles and jars, with bouquets of flowers bought from the flower girl standing on them, and those that wither will be replaced with new ones, and the room is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Sleepiness strikes at night, the night is cool, Jiang Nianci is lying on his side wrapped in a quilt, lighting a floor lamp, the gentleness of tuberose for a while, the reservedness of jasmine for a while, the lightness of orange blossom for a while, and even some haze and warmth. The unique fragrance emitted when the vegetation withers and rots is endless, enveloping people and lulling them to sleep.

Besides flowers, Jiang Nianci also likes to smell the smell.

After the new book is unpacked, the ink and paper are combined for a long time to create the taste together.

For example, at home, when the air conditioner is first turned on, there is an indescribable cold but smell of old metal and rotting wood.

For example, one evening after the beginning of summer, I met Jiang Nianci's eyes, and after a flash of joy, Zhan Anli, who stood side by side with her, exuded the refreshing sweat smell and the peach fragrance that made people obsessed.

Flowers of Grandma Huazi are stale and rough, but the fragrance that jumps out from the buds is long-lasting, natural, and pure, unlike the eye-catching flowers that are desperately blooming in the bucket of the flower shop, there is a smell of fireworks .

Every time Jiang Nianci sees Granny Huazi, she sits quietly, smiling and looking at the passers-by. If anyone pays attention, she just asks very lightly:
"Would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers?"

Normally, Jiang Nianci would pick up a bouquet of flowers, hand over a banknote, give him a thankful smile, and then get in the car and leave.

After handing over the banknotes today, Jiang Nianci did not turn around and leave. Instead, he squatted down and asked the flower seller.

"Grandma, may I ask, how long have you been selling flowers?"

She bent down, and her voice was calm, just like Granny Huazi asked passers-by, "Buy a bouquet of flowers?"

"When I get older, I also forget."

Granny Hanako didn't lose her smile, and her white hair was listless and disheveled by the wind in the street.

"It's late, it's time to go home."

Grandma Huazi shook her head with a smile and said something.

"I'm 83. So old."

Granny Huazi looked at Jiang Nianci, restrained her bright smile, very lightly, just like the breeze blowing the leaves of daisies at that moment, sighed so lightly that it was almost imperceptible, and said.

"Son, if you sell flowers in this life, you will be beautiful in the next life."

Then her smile full of expectation and gratitude hung on her face again, she looked at Jiang Nianci, and said nothing.

Selling flowers in this life will be beautiful in the next life.

Jiang Nianci, who was surrounded by the fragrance of flowers, trees, grass and leaves at night, still couldn't figure out what Granny Huazi said.

In the days to come, every bouquet of flowers that Jiang Nianci bought would cost half more than others.

Sometimes Jiang Nianci, who was sitting in the car, would really like to sit next to Granny Huazi and ask her what it means to sell flowers in this life and be beautiful in the next life.

But one day, the station in Yuanzhai no longer has the fragrance of flowers.

Granny Hanako never saw the peaceful smile of gratitude and expectation after receiving a gift from heaven, nor did she see the back of the old man who was bent by the years and stories.

In Jiang Nianci's room, bunches of withered and rotted flowers and trees were placed on the bottles and jars, and there was no new one to replace them.

The lingering fragrance of flowers, the water vapor and the special fragrance emitted when the flowers, plants and leaves wither and rot are like the afterglow of the setting sun at the end of the sea, disappearing bit by bit, and finally only the night is left, empty and deserted.

Jiang Nianci, who was sleeping on his side, no longer felt the peace of mind of being surrounded by the gentle fragrance of flowers, caressed, and then hugged and fell asleep.

This is everything she got during the days when she left city A to travel alone, just like the memories she had with Zhan Anli back then, good and bad, happy and painful.

In the dream at two o'clock in the morning, it wasn't the girl from before, they met, and it wasn't that scene, but this time she was wearing a white dress, clean, and her facial features gradually became clear.It turned out that the girl was not her, she thought they were the same person.Looking at her appearance, she is very young and innocent.

The girl smiled at Jiang Nianci and greeted each other. Finally, the girl took her hand and told her a story.

She said that an ordinary girl likes a boy in Lixia.The boy kept all the girls' likes, but he didn't share his likes with the girls.Presumably, the girl is not pretty enough.

But it never occurred to him that one night, under a street lamp, the boy accidentally touched the girl's hand, and then slowly intertwined with the girl's fingers.

The warmth of the boy's palm made the girl fall into the ocean full of hormones, she gave up struggling to breathe, wished she could let herself fall, and sink in silence.