Zhan Shao's Sweet Little Wife

The boy's eyes are like a stray deer in the valley or among the stone streams, clean and gentle, calm and proud.

When the boy looked at the girl, it was like the stray deer in the valley and among the stone streams, running towards her and knocking her down, but those eyes were clear enough to make people willing.

The boy leaned over and kissed the girl.The softest thing in the world is not a girl's breast, but a lover's sudden kiss.

That night, the girl's ears seemed to be on fire, so hot that it was impossible to sleep.

All the girl's thoughts are related to the warmth of the boy's palm, the clear eyes, the sudden kiss and the gentle breath.

The girl said it was a gift from God.

Later, the girl indulged in the deep sea of ​​dopamine several times.At night when the girl was lying on the bed, the smell of tuberose came from the courtyard, so strong that it made it difficult for her to breathe, like a pair of invisible hands, ruthlessly strangling her neck.

In the time when she was about to suffocate, the girl greedily remembered everything about the boy, she couldn't help but close her eyes, recalled carefully, inhaled the fragrance of tuberose deeply in one breath, tensed every part of her body, from head to toe, Finally, when all the strength was exhausted, he unloaded it in an instant, and lay limp on the bed soaked in sweat at some point, waking up in dizziness.

But until one day, the girl never got such a gift again.

The boy told the girl that she should be more beautiful.

The most important thing is that the world can't keep it.

I don't know how many times the girl let herself be released in the attack of tuberose fragrance at night like before, but since then, the girl can't help but burst into tears like a flood.

Grandma Huazi from Yuanzhai once said that if you sell flowers in this life, you will be beautiful in the next life.

I don't know where she heard it from, and no one knows if it's true. After all, no one can escape Huangquan Road, Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, Wangxiang Terrace, and the scene of Po Meng next to Sansheng Stone. Bowl of delicious soup.

The most affectionate can't stay.

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

Years later, the girl planted more fragrant flowers in the yard in front of the old house left to her by her parents who had passed away many years ago.

She learned how to sell flowers from the Huazi mother-in-law in Yuanzhai, but she didn't sell flowers, and walked around the streets. People might see her flowers fresh and fragrant, and they would spend two cents to buy a large bouquet.

She is never like those peddlers, all she sells are those ostentatious and beautiful bellflower roses, some orange flower jasmine, ylang-ylang daisy, and her favorite tuberose.

They are picked in the morning and sold in the evening.

She said that the flowers picked in the morning are the most fragrant, and the flowers in the evening are the most beautiful.

I don't know how many years later, all the flower girls around me got married, gave birth to children, and stopped showing their faces in the streets, and the girls were no longer girls, but old flower girls with gray temples, who became Hanako mother-in-law.She couldn't walk anymore, so she sat in a corner of Yuanzhai and continued to sell her flowers.

She never told her story to others, nor did she sell it. She smiled and packaged a lot of orange jasmine, little daisy, and her favorite tuberose.

Sometimes she would ask softly, like the evening wind blowing down the kapok, almost imperceptibly: "Can I buy a bunch of flowers?"

Then, wait for someone with a smile, maybe someone who is here to buy flowers.

Perhaps, it is the person in the story.Or, the people in the story.Who knows?Jiang Nianci just listened to her quietly like this without speaking, nor would he feel bored, just smiling.

In the morning, the station platform in Yuanzhai no longer smelled of tuberose, and Jiang Nianci's room was filled with fresh cut flowers bought in a crowded flower shop that were filled with high and low bottles and jars.

In the courtyard in front of the dilapidated old house in Yuanzhai, the strong tuberose trees are trying to grow at night, and those places with yellow edges and wilted leaves are torn down by the wind that blows down the kapok, and then the next day's sun Before it rises, it will grow buds in the same place again, and continue to grow silently.

Looking at the empty old house, passers-by think of the last Granny Huazi who used to live in Yuanzhai, often talking to herself about something...

Selling flowers in this life will be beautiful in the next life.After Jiang Nianci woke up from the dream, all she could think of was this sentence, she and the girl didn't even have a word of farewell, maybe they will meet again.

Then I smiled and looked at the tuberose tree that fell and grew, and grew and fell. I don't know how many 70 years it is.

No one knows where Granny Hanako went.

She is like a withered tuberose that falls to the ground, retains its fragrance, and is blown by the wind, maybe went to the valley, maybe to the stone stream, who knows.

Perhaps, the pretty girl is waiting for her former teenager somewhere.

Even if she knew that people loved roses and lilies, they would seldom stop and buy a bouquet of flowers that had no ornamental value except for their fragrance.

But she still smiles expectantly to everyone who casts her gaze, as if she has received a gift of matching with others, and she is keeping this gift well.

Sometimes the indifference of people walking away without a smile or words in return will make her smile and look at the backs of people walking away, and then the look of expectation becomes more of a disappointment, but when the next gift comes, She will still pack up her mood and return the expected smiles and gazes to the next pedestrians.

Some people say that, at some point, there was an old woman sitting at the bus stop in Yuanzhai. During spring, summer, autumn and winter, day and night, as long as it didn't rain, she was always waiting for someone to buy flowers.

The mother-in-law is waiting for that person, so is the girl in the dream, and so is Jiang Nianci.

The next morning, Jiang Nianci went back to Gu's house to find Grandma Gu, and told her what happened to her and the dream she had.

It's just that she doesn't know why, somewhere, she's used to holding a bunch of bought flowers and drinking one glass after another.She no longer likes to eat, but prefers to look at the scenery outside. She always holds a bottle of plum wine, or red wine, and more often beer in her hand. It has been like this for a week.

She was waiting for Zhan Anli to come back, but every day, she was like the girl in her dream, who couldn't wait for her.

One morning a week later, Zhan Anli left City A and embarked on his way to Country B.

"Okay, you don't need to see me off, why do you always come to see me off every time I leave?" Zhan Anli was a little dumbfounded as he carried his luggage.

Summer is coming to an end, and the frost and fog in the morning are heavy. People at the airport are wrapping up their clothes tightly to avoid catching cold, and Zhan Anli is the same.

Zhan Anli was wearing a black windbreaker, with his usual tough lines, and the handmade suit set off his tall and straight body from top to bottom.

"Who do you think loves to send you off? It's like we came to send you off, and you've been greatly wronged!" Ouyang Cheng squinted his eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction with Zhan Anli.

"Okay, don't be angry. You two are the kind of people who care about face. Brothers who have been brothers for so many years, everyone should take a step back!" Ye Zhengxuan raised his forehead, he really broke his heart for these two brothers.

"Okay, Ouyang, I didn't control my emotions well before, sorry, let's have a drink together when I come back."