Girl, it's the end of the world

The hot summer wind was rolling like waves. A girl with short hair wiped the sweat from her forehead, stretched out her hand and tried to stop a taxi.

But no car stopped, only the driver of a black car without a business license followed behind her relentlessly, honking at her, and said:

"Miss, miss, the weather is so hot and there are so many people, you won't be able to take the bus!"

"Here, I'll get a few more people in later, let's count it as 40 yuan per person!"

The girl's figure was thin, and a plain white shirt on her upper body swayed as she pulled the box, revealing the thin white skin on the neck and a little collarbone. She frowned and said tirelessly: "Are you annoying? It's too late!"

The driver of the black car was a young guy, and he was not annoyed when he heard the words, he just smiled happily: "I'm not lying to you, if you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

Five minutes passed, and the driver of the black car had already shown his patience. He raised his small eyes and said angrily, "Miss, if you don't take the ride, don't interfere with my business!"

The girl almost laughed out of anger, without saying a word, she glanced sideways at the rear of the black driver's minivan, and walked a few steps on the platform, ignoring the mottled moss and the visible dust on the bench , Sit down after wiping a few handfuls with your hands.

The birds near the platform seemed to gather at once, looking at her curiously, and the chirping sound made her even more upset.

"Damn it!" She sat alone on the platform for a while, and finally saw a car slowly approaching.

But there is no sign of a taxi on it, it should be a private car.

She held her chin in disappointment and looked away, but the next second she heard the sound of the car door opening, and soon her feet stopped in front of her.

It was a rather attractive middle-aged man with relatively delicate facial features. At this moment, he bent down slightly and looked at Song Anxin gently with his brows and eyes, and stretched out his hand naturally to touch her head.

The girl froze for a moment, avoided his hand, and said cautiously, "Who are you?"

The man was a little astonished and slightly disappointed, but he quickly reported his home with a clean and gentle voice, but the girl's eyes widened, and she followed him into the car in a trance, and then followed him into the door.

Sitting on the sofa, she took out the photo in her pocket and looked at it. On it was a young man with a bright smile, holding a small shovel under a tree, and holding an ignorant little girl in his hand.

It's just that he looks so dark-skinned, but he is very healthy and energetic.But this person looks very gentle, probably because he is getting older and no longer often goes to those wild places to be exposed to the scorching sun, his skin has also returned to white, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are layered when he smiles

It is not ugly when folded, and has a kind of middle-aged elegance.

"You bought a car?" The girl had nothing to say, she still remembered that this father had been running around all the time, and buying a car was not something he would do.

Sure enough, the man answered her, "Ask a friend to borrow it."

He didn't seem to be used to wearing the bright and crisp clothes on his body. As soon as he came back, he changed into a set of sports casual clothes, and called the girl to take a bath.

The girl curled her lips, smelled the smell on her body, and immediately felt that there were sweat stains everywhere, so she asked the man for washing tools and went into the bathroom.

As the warm water slid down her skin, she was still thinking, this person is her father?

She hadn't seen her father for many years, and several times when he came back, he came and left in a hurry.Deliberately forgetting, she has even fewer memories of her father.

After drying her body, she casually put on her clothes and went out, while the man had already laid out all the food, which was obviously cooked and reheated long ago.

She didn't know what to say to her father who had been away for many years, so she could only cut to the chase: "My mother is gone, she said that she has been enough to raise your daughter for you for so many years."

"So she asked me to come to you."

Song's father responded lightly when he heard the words, and the girl smiled viciously. She guessed that this person was nothing on the surface, so she must be sad in her heart.

Speaking of it, although he seldom goes home because he is away all year round, he has always loved his mother very much.It's a pity that no deep love can stand such a wait.

She didn't feel sorry for her mother's remarriage, and was even happy for her—finally she could find someone to spend her life with, instead of lying on the bed alone, smiling only under the comfort of her daughter.

But thinking of her mother's expression and her instructions before leaving, and thinking that she might have gone to another country, she felt sore eyes.

I can only think of one sentence: "I am Song Anxin, I will take good care of myself."

But in front of this man, she can no longer show the optimism and cheerfulness of her mother in front of her, but rather ironically, as if venting all the emotions of the second stage of the past few years.

But her attacks were all like a small beast meeting a monster, her punch seemed to hit cotton, limp and unable to exert any strength.

Father Song wiped his mouth and cleaned up the dishes. If it were at his mother's house, the girl must have taken the initiative to take care of the housework, but now she just looked at it lazily, as if heartless.

While washing the dishes, Song's father asked her: "You have also finished the exam, have you decided what major to choose?"

The girl was a little dazed, her eyes flickered slightly and said: "I didn't know, you gave me such a blockbuster just after I finished the college entrance examination."

Just after the college entrance examination, my parents divorced.

There is sorrow before there is joy.

Father Song noticed his daughter's depressed mood, so he opened his mouth and said gently, "...it's okay, think about it slowly."

After a peaceful night, Father Song decided to take his daughter on a field trip the next day.

There is a sea of ​​flowers there, which is a kind of flower that has not been recorded in the subjects. It always blooms under the scorching sun, and will all wither when the next heavy rain comes.

This kind of habit is a bit like tuberose, because it is as short and precious as it is, but the difference is that one is passionate and dies towards life, while the other is quiet and lives towards death.

But the touch brought by the flowers quietly blooming is the same.

The girl's palms were slightly sweaty, and she concentrated on staring at the sea of ​​flowers—it was just a shy bud now.

But the next moment, when the scorching sun moved to the top of the head, the flower buds gradually opened. It was different from the various aromas she had smelled before, and it was not the richness of artificial perfume, but a slightly intoxicating smell like wine. .

Father Song picked up the DSLR in his hand and skillfully took a few photos, all from different angles.

When the photos were developed, the girl found that there was a picture of her squatting in the sea of ​​flowers and smiling.

Inexplicably, she felt that she understood Father Song's dedication and love for animals, plants and creatures.

The father and daughter met again and again in the suburbs, collecting new species everywhere, and the girl also gained a lot of knowledge in the process.

"Actually, we are also like this. Because we are weak, we can only take care of our own happiness."

"But humans are a little different. Animals may not think so much. It will risk its life to protect the cub when it is not grown up, and it can ruthlessly drive it out of the peach blossom garden when it grows up. But people can't let go of people and things that are related to them, people can think, so feelings will undergo various changes, and they will be expressed in different ways, resulting in different results."

"So we always can't let go of our relatives, friends and lovers. But you have to remember one thing, if you can, help others on the condition of keeping your own happiness."

"Dad is a very selfish person. If you are in a dangerous situation and have to give up a lot of things, then Dad hopes you will be happy."

Father Song said the last sentence above with a smile and died.

The stones that fell from the mountain weighed heavily on him, but because Song's father was protecting her before he died, he didn't oppress her below.

Song Anxin, who had been watching like a bystander, saw this and realized that this was her dream.

She stared blankly at Father Song who died with a smile—his forehead was still oozing blood, and his hands were still hugging his daughter tightly. spread up.

She saw that her just-adult self was crying with tears all over her face, and the wailing voice was leading her, trying to take her to an unknown place——

In the dimly lit room, a slender woman was pressing a familiar-looking person under her body, and there was uncontrollable excitement and annoyance on that flushed apple face.

But she knew that Lou Xiaoyu was happy at the moment, but all this happened too fast... Instead, she began to feel fear...

Lips and teeth intertwined, lips and tongue intersected, and the ambiguous voice gradually softened Lou Xiaoyu's attitude, she was as soft as a pool of spring water

under this person.

It seemed that the intense kiss could not satisfy the two of them anymore, someone's hand quietly penetrated into the skin of the abdomen.

The person above seemed to have thought of something, coughed and said, "Do you want to take a shower?"

She got out of bed freely to get things for Lou Xiaoyu, but she didn't expect the person behind her to inject pink medicine into her body with red eyes.

The following scenes flashed before my eyes like watching flowers on horseback.

Song Anxin slowly opened his eyes, and cast his eyes on Lou Xiaoyu with a little blur.

She curled up into a shrimp in her arms, and because she was too close, she could see the fluff.

With some hesitation, his hand landed on her body, and Song Anxin felt Tanlou Xiaoyu's temperature with his forehead, and it was just right.Dawn came in through the window, but Song Anxin closed her eyes again, and hugged the person in her arms even tighter——Lou Xiaoyu smiled slightly, feeling the warmth.