curled up in the last summer

The blooming rose is folded and placed in a vase. When the first petal falls, its life begins to count down. Who will make it into a dried flower, or disappear without a trace? It doesn't know.Fortunately, I am not a rose, but a sunflower.People framed their best years with fairy tales, burned the manuscript, and then scattered ashes in any river to end this tender and depressing dream.Because of her broken heart, she couldn't support her wild daydreams.

After sorting out his memories, Yu He made room for himself to take a nap, and he seemed to be a little more awake.She wanted to go out for a walk, and wanted to see the sunflowers planted at the gate of the community.He opened the door to wash up, dressed casually and went out.Since it was still early, Yu He brought the keys by himself.

With the refreshing morning breeze blowing, she lowered her head, perhaps because she didn't want the indifference on her face to affect other people's sight.Walking to the door, the sunflower stood with its face up and a little tired. It was unwilling to be the door god in this small broken place, inhaled exhaust gas, and was surrounded by gossip all day... Yu He suddenly realized his rich imagination and smiled helplessly. .

'Where do you want to go? '

Yu He asked Sunflower in his heart.Sunflower didn't answer, the wind stopped at some point, and everything around her didn't respond.Well, let's go back then.Halfway there, she asked the question again in a strange way, this time she read it softly.

"Where do you want to go?"

'I have no idea. '

In the extreme silence, it seemed that someone threw out an answer without interest.Yu He was taken aback, thinking it was an auditory hallucination, and didn't take it seriously.

Back home, nine minutes to seven.Today is Tuesday, but the parents are not up yet.Yu He picked up the phone, opened the browser, and entered "sunflower".It is found that its flowering period is around July to August, that is to say, it will wither soon.

For some reason, Yu He thought of Rose. "Maybe I can't give you roses, but I can accompany you to look forward to the fragrance of roses." This is a sentence that Yu He wrote to Xiao You a long time ago. Now it seems that it is so tacky that I want to laugh.

Click—the door opened, my mother got up, it was seven past one. "Why do you get up so early?" Mother asked. "Wake up when you wake up." Yu He replied with a smile on his face. "Mom, what are you having for breakfast this morning?" "Well... Let your dad go out and buy some later. The steamed buns at home are almost finished." "Oh, yes." Yu He answered his parents' words prevaricately, smiling carelessly lung.Finally, the parents went to work.

Yu He breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, you should feel lucky that you don't have to know about roses, because you are a sunflower.And you, from the moment you landed and took root, the countdown began.