The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

The moonlight could barely reach the corner of the table, Lu Chenfeng hid himself in the dark, staring at the word "Beijing" calmly.

After a while, he carefully went through the time and place on each page from back to front. The time span was two years. Except for the "Beijing" in the first article, "Kunming" in the second and third articles, the rest were all "Dali". .

What did Lin Chaosheng go to Beijing for?And why would you write such a sentence.

Did that man, who was always optimistic and sunny in Lu Chenfeng's eyes, ever have the painful experience of falling into a deep valley?

Afterwards, the long reading solved Lu Chenfeng's confusion. The whole notebook is regarded as recording the process of Lin Chaosheng's "from dark to bright" mentality change.Under the rendering and influence of the text, Lu Chenfeng also experienced a mental journey from "never sun" to "the willows are dark and the flowers are bright". Although Lin Chaosheng did not write down his real experience, the final result is undoubtedly what he saw. This person always has a heat that can give others warmth.

When the morning light was shining on the skyline, Lu Chenfeng turned to the last page. The strange thing was that the format had changed, and there were fewer excerpts. Naturally, there were no corresponding sentiments and comments, and there were only a few lines of text that were completely inconsistent with the previous content.

Lin Chaosheng wrote: "My guest left a message saying that most people who travel are divided into two types, one is full of curiosity about the world, and the other is completely disappointed in life. But I think there is still a third type of people, That's what I saw in him, that's - wanting to 'do it all over again'."

Lu Chenfeng frowned and silently read the date marked in this text, "March 2018, 3", the second day he came to Dali, after he and Lin Chaosheng had the first meditation conversation.

Lu Chenfeng closed the notebook emotionally, put it flat on the table, and pressed it against his hot palm.I read the whole notebook to the end, but the ending article does not belong to "Write to the best Lin Chaosheng".

This notebook, this night, became a precious key, and Lu Chenfeng took it to open the door to Lin Chaosheng's world.He stood at the door looking at the colorful or mottled light and shadow inside, and something was quietly sprouting in his heart.

Returning things to their original places, Lu Chenfeng walked back to the room, maybe he had just "peeked" at other people's notes, or maybe he didn't know how to adjust his mood after reading the notes.A few hours before lunch, he planned to close his eyes to catch up on sleep. No matter how confused his mind was, he would leave Dali and fly back to Beijing after all. years.

The mobile phone alarm clock rang at the hour, and when Lu Chenfeng woke up, he sat on the side of the bed and calmed down for a while. His mind, which he thought could be clearer, seemed to become more chaotic and heavy.

After messily washing up, he put on his cigarette pack, half of the smoking area in the yard was basking in the sun, Lu Chenfeng hid in the shade and lit a cigarette in a panic, the nicotine swept through his chest, but he still couldn't suppress his dull heartbeat.

what happened?He stroked his eyebrows thoughtfully with the hand holding the cigarette.

After a while, he figured out the reason, and it had something to do with Lin Chaosheng.

Some feelings are difficult to define where it started. Some people think that it should need an obvious opportunity or a critical turning point to trigger, and then go deep into the heart to generate feelings, so that it can make a qualitative change and advance to another relationship.

After all, he is 32 years old. In fact, he no longer needs to use some symbolic events to prove his intentions.Its occurrence can be a look, a word, a meal, a walk, or a trip, no matter which one of them it is, it is enough to be used as evidence to judge "heartbeat".

Lu Chenfeng was biting his cigarette anxiously, his thoughts were disorganized, he didn't know whether his feelings for Lin Chaosheng were changing from a "stranger" to a "friend" relationship, just ordinary affection, or another kind of affection that could affect his mind, deeper more intimate feelings.

This situation was obviously unexpected for him. He once firmly believed that "to establish a relationship", one must shoulder the responsibility and responsibility for the other half.At least, it should happen when he is the most prepared, good enough, successful enough, confident enough to straighten his back, and capable enough to bear the lives of two people.

There is also the most important and most distressing point for Lu Chenfeng - he doesn't know if Lin Chaosheng likes men like himself.

Long wisps of smoke slowly spit out from his mouth, and when Lu Chenfeng crushed the cigarette butts on the trash can, he murmured nervously, "This is troublesome."

If he returns to Beijing according to the original plan, the door he has opened and the past of the person he touched will probably become a permanent vacancy and blank space in Lu Chenfeng's heart.

Lu Chenfeng didn't find Lin Chaosheng in the front hall, he paid attention when he was smoking just now, Jian Yi's electric motorcycle was not there.

Going back to the room to get the wallet, Lu Chenfeng stood in front of the counter and handed the room card to Jian Yi who was making rice noodles.Checking out, right? Jian Yi gestured "OK", and quickly turned on the computer. Before touching the keyboard with her fingertips, she heard Huang Chenfeng say: "I want to stay longer."

Jian Yi widened her eyes and swallowed the food in her mouth, looked at Lu Chenfeng in shock, and said to herself, I'll go, the God of Wealth has appeared again? !

He asked weakly: "Mr. Lu, have you made up your mind? How many days are you going to stay this time?"

"It's still a week." Lu Chenfeng said in a deep voice, "We will decide later according to the situation."

Jian Yi happily tapped the keyboard with ten fingers, and kept saying in her heart: Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa.

"Thank you again for choosing to stay at Jiaxi Hotel. The room has been renewed, but the specific charge will not be determined until our boss comes back." Jian Yi returned the room card respectfully, looked at Lu Chenfeng with blinking clear eyes, and nodded. Thin green clothes are neat and generous, with silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, a pure red T-shirt and jeans and canvas shoes, he has the most youthful appearance of a teenager.

"Thank you." Lu Chenfeng smiled and nodded, and asked, "Where did Boss Lin go?"

"He left after I borrowed the motorcycle, and I didn't ask about it. It stands to reason that I shouldn't be shopping for groceries." Jane Yi hesitated, rubbed her ears, and glanced sideways at the wall. Clocks, "I guess, either to see the flowers, or to see the seagulls."

Lu Chenfeng: "Look at seagulls?"

Jian Yi nodded: "Yes, every year there will be a group of seagulls flying from Siberia for the winter, and most of them will gather near Quse. When our boss lived in Kunming, he often went to Dianchi Lake to see seagulls. No, they will be here in early April. flew away."

On the coast some distance away from Little Putuo Island, honeysuckle trees stand in rows, occasionally interspersed with a few willow trees and bougainvilleas, which are also dotted with a soft smoky blue.

Lin Chaosheng leaned on Jian Yi's electric motorcycle, facing the seagulls coiling around the island, the blue sea was clear, and there were loud singing voices on the wooden boat. He gently exhaled the stagnant air in his chest, and controlled his heartbeat until the sunset gradually came.

Looking down at his watch, Lin Chaosheng turned around and started his motorcycle at a quarter to five, and set off on his way home with a blank expression.

When he reached Shuanglang, Lin Chaosheng slowed down the car, and he was not in a hurry to go back to the inn.He stepped off the pedals, hung the helmet on the handle, and pushed the car to look at the flowers on the shore with disinterest.

"Jiaxi" is close at hand, Lin Chaosheng looked at the mountains and seas in the distance, his eyes fell on the door of the inn, and he stopped suddenly.

The same time, the same place, the same picture, but the two people seem to have exchanged identities and share the same mood.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, the flight to Beijing had already taken off. At this time, Lu Chenfeng was still in Dali, waiting in front of Jiaxi Inn, watching Lin Chaosheng who was getting closer and closer to him.