flowers on stars

Chapter 2 Flower Aroma
I can see the clouds drifting, and I can smell the fragrance of flowers, but suddenly, everything is dull, and only you are left in the sky and the earth.

At that time, I didn't know the meaning of love at all, but I was already running forward in the dark night with all my strength.

[Wedge·October [-] Sunny]
Grandpa once said that the smell of every Chinese medicinal material contains their soul.

Therefore, the smell of each Chinese herbal medicine is very different.

Cyperus Cyperus is rich, cardamom is pungent, Qingdai is slightly fishy, ​​and Atractylodes macrocephala is fresh.

Since he can remember, Feng Xin has lived with these medicinal materials. They are his friends and his toys.

Unlike his twin sister Feng Xun, he was born with talent and interest in these herbs.

At the age of four, Feng Xin could already recognize hundreds of different medicinal materials and clearly distinguish their attributes.But Feng Xun only steals the stinky Patrinia to fumigate the aunt who cooks.

It is said that girls are more well-behaved and favored, but they are an exception.

Grandpa's old patients all knew the brothers and sisters, and when they mentioned the letter, they all praised her with clear bones, unique talent, extraordinary personality and gentle personality, and she would become a great weapon; when they mentioned Feng Xun, they could only smile sarcastically, saying that the little girl is still cute, like a brother.

So when they were 12 years old, their father, who usually only saw each other once a year, suddenly appeared in the living room of grandpa's house, and when he insisted on taking one of them away, grandpa was silent for a while, and finally pointed at Feng Xun.

At that time, the letter had already revealed its dazzling light.

In school, he has good grades, good popularity, strong leadership, and good paintings. He has seen applause and flowers all the way in his small life.

And Feng Xun is stubborn, mischievous, with mediocre grades, he can't compare to him in anything.

However, Feng Xun is the most vivid sun in his premature rigid and boring life.

He always remembered Feng Xun's expression after his grandfather made that decision.

She looked at the blank-faced grandpa, then at the silent grandma wiping away tears, and then at the slightly sneering father.

Then, she threw herself into his arms with a beam of joy.

"Brother! From now on, Dad's company will be mine! Huh, don't try to steal it from me!" The voice was crisp and waxy, with her usual naughty vigor.

But for the first time, the 12-year-old boy's shoulders felt so heavy, so heavy, that he could hardly stand up.

The day Feng Xun got into his father's car and drove away was October [-]th.

sunny.

1. I saw a letter that said: "One point will be deducted from each class of two people."

I don't know if everyone has such a time in their life that they want to burn completely.

Asking for nothing, tossing and turning, desperate, yet infinitely humble.

The first time I saw the letter, I felt such a strong feeling, without any warning, I fell into it suddenly, and after many years, I never came out again.

That was my 16-year-old, freshman in high school.

The new school is leaning against the green and black hills, and the walls are densely planted with sweet-scented osmanthus trees. Soon after the start of school, the whole campus is enveloped in an extremely sweet fragrance, giving people the illusion of being surrounded by happiness.

Most of my classmates were promoted directly from the junior high school headquarters. They are very familiar with each other and already have their own circle of friends. I often feel lonely.

Fortunately, my younger sister Ruosu, who was in the third grade of junior high school and transferred to another school, went to and from school with me.

But not long after, the eccentric Ruosu has entered the mainstream circle of girls in her class, running wild with her new friends happily and arrogantly like a group of little female crabs.

So I was even more lonely.

I couldn't attend the opening ceremony because of acute gastroenteritis, so I didn't see the letter until a month later.

At that time, he was still the chairman of the student union of the school. According to the usual practice, high school seniors had to withdraw from the student union. However, because he was too popular and his grades were impeccable, and he was asked for his opinion, he made an exception and allowed him to stay in the post until graduation.

This is something I found out later, but at that time, I was lazily doing inter-class exercises with thousands of classmates wearing the same light blue fat school uniforms in the bright and restless October sun, which has not changed for many years on the radio. The familiar background music is reassuring and tiresome. I vaguely felt the small strange fluctuations around me, then I turned my head and saw a strange white-clothed boy walking by surrounded by several members of the sports department of the student union not far away.

I heard a girl beside me muttering softly: "It's been a long time since I personally checked the exercises between classes."

Another voice responded: "I must be very busy in my third year of high school, and I probably won't participate in other activities much."

Some small, regretful, and unwilling sighs.

I don't know if it was because the sun was particularly dazzling that day, or because Feng Xin was wearing a white coat, his appearance made me feel dizzy.

As soon as I lost my mind, I made a sideways movement and foolishly turned in the wrong direction.

Hit the hand of the female classmate on the right.

The female student on the right is the fat girl with the loudest voice in the neighboring class, she seems to have a personality of acting faster than thinking.

I caught off guard and made her angry, she immediately stopped and yelled at me: "Which way are you turning! You don't have eyes?"

I hurriedly said sorry sorry.

The people around had already stopped their movements and looked around laughingly.

I saw that she seemed to have a look of regret for a moment, because in the small commotion, those few student union inspection cadres had already walked towards this side.

"What are you doing in class one and three?" A short boy asked seriously.

"She hit me!" The fat girl's voice was much lower, but she was not timid.

I didn't know how to answer, I could only bow my head and say sorry repeatedly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the white-clothed boy who was close at hand. His face was rare and calm at this age. His eyes were focused and sharp, but the corners of his mouth were curved softly. He seemed to see my restless eyes, and he turned his face slightly.

I'm completely stunned.

He let me know for the first time that there is a kind of person who stands casually like a landscape, and everything around him is shining.

I have to use one word to describe his existence, which should be "flowers, trees and snow".

It is cold, peaceful and far away, so beautiful that it should not exist in the world.

I stood motionless, and let the short boy copy my school card amidst the fat girl's argument.

Then I saw a letter that said, "One point will be deducted from each of the two classes."

I was not affected at all by the voices of my classmates complaining.

I have no time for it.

That night, I used my English textbook to block it, and drew the first cartoon about the letter under the desk lamp.

Layers of clouds, crowded playground, the boy's eyes are gentle and peaceful, and there seems to be lightning in the clear blue sky.

I became busy and full all of a sudden.

Apart from attending classes, doing homework, and sanitation duty, I began to look forward to the fine weather every day, so that I could do exercises between classes collectively. How high and low boldly looked at him in his head.

He likes to wear black, white and gray clothes, which look clean and handsome. Even on days when he must wear school uniforms, he always rolls up his sleeves to make the school uniform look better than others.

Because of his tall stature, he always lowers his head slightly when talking to people, sometimes he will show a little teasing smile, and sometimes he will frown slightly and become serious.

He is very popular in school, whether it is a boy or a girl, there are people hooking up everywhere.

He likes drinking iced black tea and dislikes green tea, and only drinks a certain fixed brand of mineral water.

He is good at basketball but bad at table tennis.

He got good grades and rejected the school's recommendation.

He had been stopped several times to confess his love on the school road, and receiving love letters was commonplace, so there were many scandals.

……

At that time, like a small flower sprouting out of the soil, I greedily absorbed the sun and rain, absorbing bits and pieces about the letter everywhere. Even some list announcements on the bulletin board about the third year of high school, I would pretend to stand there Look at the words, search row by row with your eyes, and finally find out those two words.

Then blush and heartbeat.

At that time, I didn't know the meaning of doing this at all, but I was already running forward in the dark with all my strength.

The heartbeat came too fast, burning like spring green, I stumbled, and ran blindly towards the fire by instinct.

There is no time to think about results and goals, and the present of every day is enough joy and suffering.

All the small pictures I encountered by chance and not by chance were secretly drawn into caricatures by me when I went home at night.

In every one of my paintings, that boy is the protagonist, he will smile and look at me with gentle and clear eyes.

At that time, my grades were mediocre, my family background was mediocre, and I looked like an ordinary girl next door. I didn’t have any outstanding talents. The only thing worth mentioning was that I had been painting for a few years under the guidance of my deceased grandfather since I was a child. I have a pretty good foundation in this respect. .

After entering high school, my mother wanted me to take the art test in the college entrance examination, so she specially asked me to pick up drawing again. After practicing, I would also draw some manga for fun.

The days with little secrets will pass quickly. When I found out that I had drawn nearly half of the manga about the letter, it had been two full months since I saw him for the first time during the inter-class exercise.

My situation in the class is also getting warmer. Although there is no "iron-blooded sister group", I also have a group of friends who can chirp at any time and go to the bathroom arm in hand during class.

Sometimes everyone’s topic will discuss a letter, such as what clothes he is wearing today, which girl he is talking to, what school he may be admitted to, etc. At this time, I will pretend to be very strange to him and join the discussion. I showed disdain and contempt for their nympho state, but my heart danced like a dance party, and all kinds of footsteps came chaotically, stepping on my 16-year-old, itching and flustered.

But at that time, I thought that I, like them and hundreds of girls in the school, would keep looking up at me like this, and then after I graduated from the letter, I would pass this name on to the next class of girls vividly and vividly, until now This kind of heartbeat has become a kind of campus legend.

2. Laughing too much recently, I have laughed out my abs
"Cheng Anzhi, a large hand-painted wall painting is going to be painted in the auditorium. It is said that leaders will come to visit the school at the end of the month. The art club is short of staff, and a notice is posted at the school gate to recruit people temporarily. You seem to be able to draw, do you want to sign up? Going to participate?" Meng Qichun danced around my desk, it is said that this is the latest weight loss dance.

Qichun is my best friend right now. In fact, she is the best friend of most of the girls in the class, because she is chivalrous, enthusiastic, cheerful, and a girl who is more handsome than boys. Almost no one can resist her fiery friendship.

The first time she extended her hand generously to me and invited me to go to the toilet together, I explained to her the origin of my name.

Take it easy.

This was taken by my mother who likes to pretend to be knowledgeable, maybe I hope my sister and I have this indifferent mentality.But in fact, I am dull, honest, and inflexible, and if I look like a witch in heaven and earth, I don't seem to have the benefit of this name.

Qichun laughed out loud.

"My mother is not so elegant. I think she may have conceived me after the seventh spring, so she is called Qichun! Fortunately, it is not Thirteenth Spring or Fourteenth Spring or something. If she becomes a star in the future, she will sign her name. Come and write one more word."

Thinking about it and laughing again: "But nowadays celebrities can all take their stage names."

This is Meng Qichun, who always speaks amazingly and has no boundaries. At that time, my heart was blown up by her, and I understood why she was so popular.

She is a shining girl who is hard to look away from inside and out.

At this time she was jumping around my desk, urging me to paint some big wall pictures.

So I went to sign up, took a few of the previous practice works, and passed the test in less than 2 minutes.

On the way out, I ran into someone head-on.

I could only hear Tang Kai, the president of the art club who just assessed me, greeted happily from behind: "Letter! We are almost there! Ten people, start painting after school tomorrow, one hour a day, should be in time!"

I raised my head in a daze, and my cheeks vaguely touched the man's soft clothes. It was already late autumn, but his body still exuded the warm sunshine.

I took a step back, subconsciously covering my forehead, and suddenly saw his face so close, and the long eyelashes that are rarely seen among boys.

A person like him really stands wherever he wants, whether it is a high platform that attracts everyone's attention, a crowded street market, or the doorway of this small room, he will easily illuminate everything around him.

I'm down to the dust.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" He said, looking down slightly at his shoulder, which was the place I bumped into just now.Facing my gaffe, there seemed to be a hint of juvenile ridicule in his eyes.

I had heard his voice once before when points were deducted on the playground, but this time it was a little different from my impression. His voice was slightly lower, and it sounded clean and soft, like a harp in the night.

All I could do was shake my head desperately, then he turned sideways and I ran away.

Back in the classroom, Qichun ran over.

"Have you reported it?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied mechanically.

"Ahhh, you are usually too bored! So take the initiative to participate in more group activities like this!" She snorted, "What are you doing covering your head?"

"..." I lay down on the desk, my eyes were swollen and sore unconsciously, and something was about to come out.

Qichun panicked.

"Hey, Cheng Anzhi, what's the matter with you? Who bullied you?"

"Woo... hit my head against the wall..." I lied.

"No way, hahahaha! The pig hits the tree and you hit the wall!" She rubbed my head violently, and her smile changed.

I was even more confused, and I simply buried my head in the crook of my arm and couldn't get out
I could only hear her saying to herself: "I need to restrain myself, I have laughed too much recently, and my abs are showing out..."

I burst out laughing.

At that moment, I was convinced that Feng Xin and Qichun were the best encounters this school gave me.

It's just that I'm still too embarrassed to tell Qichun that I cry because of too strong a sense of happiness.

It came so suddenly.

3. Letter, for a person like you, I really don’t know what kind of girl can stand by your side
After school the next day, I went to the auditorium to paint murals.

The huge wall, which is six meters high and 12 meters wide, is completely white at the moment. What awaits us is indeed an astonishing amount of work.

Tang Kai had drawn a rough sketch on the wall in advance, and then assigned the tools and each person's responsible area.

A group of two.

The one who shared with me was a very beautiful girl, not tall, slender and delicate, with black shiny and soft hair, and a fair and delicate face. When she smiled at me shyly, I immediately understood what demure is like a flower shining in water .

She told me in a soft voice that her name was Tang Yanyan. Coincidentally, she also entered this school in the first year of high school, and she was in a different class from mine.

We quickly got to know each other while drawing and chatting.

In those few days, I went to her class to call her after school, and then went to the auditorium to draw together.

By the fifth day of painting, some high places have already begun to stand on the ladder to paint, and sometimes it takes half an hour to stand.

Tang Yanyan looks very weak, her little face turns pale as soon as she stands on the ladder, I feel pity for that appearance, so most of the time I draw on it and she draws on the bottom.

There are boys in other groups, and two people in our group are girls. Although we work hard, the progress is still a bit slow.Sometimes the time to finish work is later than other groups.

In my heart, I hoped to meet Feng Xin, but when he really appeared, it was the time when Tang Yanyan tried her best to climb the ladder and fell down with an ouch and twisted her foot.

The Jinghong Yiyu I was looking forward to became flustered when Tang Yanyan burst into tears.

"What's the matter?" He squatted down, the broken hair on his forehead was slightly scattered, and the light from the high ceiling fell into his eyes like gold.

I wish I was the one sitting on the ground crying.

"It hurts..." Tang Yanyan sobbed, but her voice suddenly became softer, "S...a letter?"

Feng Xin gave her an encouraging smile.

"Help her up and try." He turned his head towards me, his voice was very soft, like a white feather brushing against my skin, causing a silent shiver.

I did so mechanically, and for a moment, I felt as if I had forgotten how to breathe.

Tang Yanyan tried it, her whole body weight was on me, but the slight landing of her injured foot still caused her to scream in pain.

"No way." Feng Xin stretched out his hand to hold my arm, preventing me from falling down with Tang Yanyan.

Seeing that I was standing still, he squatted down in front of Tang Yanyan: "I'll carry you to the infirmary, don't put that foot on the ground and use force, go check it out first."

Tang Yanyan only hesitated for a short moment, then obediently lay on the back of the letter with my support.

He seemed to be struggling a little when he stood up, and I panicked and subconsciously gave him a hand.

Our palms touched, and the teenager's fingers were warm and slender.

He smiled at me and said, "Thank you."

He smiled at me for the first time since the first time I saw him.It's just a very weak and warm smile, but it has already ignited the initial sinking in my life.

At that time, it was already dark, and lights for evening self-study were lit up one after another in the campus. I followed them in a panic, with a chaotic rhythm.

I saw the thin back of the letter, I heard Tang Yanyan sniff her nose from time to time, and I also heard my hungry stomach let out an inappropriate cry.

I was still wandering and thinking, ah, in the dark blue sky, the moon has turned yellow.

Everything is like sleepwalking.

After the examination by the school doctor, Tang Yanyan was told that she was fine, but she needed to rest for a few days due to the sprain.

Tang Yanyan called her father to pick her up.

Then the letter left first.

From the beginning to the end, we talked a few words. Recently, I could feel his body temperature and breathing.

He also took the initiative to ask my name.

That was when the school doctor asked Tang Yanyan's name, I was helping to get the medicine, and he filled out the information card for me.

"Tang Yanyan, it's such a complicated name to write." He teased.

Tang Yanyan blushed.

"What about you? No name is so complicated." He tilted his head towards me.

"My... name is Cheng Anzhi."

Peace of mind, peace of mind.

Very simple two words.

I didn't say the explanation later.

Because the air is too quiet and the heartbeat is too heavy, it seems that the turbulent thoughts can be heard in the air, making people unable to avoid it.

Because of a foot injury, Tang Yanyan temporarily withdrew from the wall painting task, and Tang Kai came on the bench to become my partner.

Ten days later, we basically completed the task. The whole picture is a forest in full bloom, but the handwriting of the grass team's collective work is somewhat rough.

Tang Kai was not very satisfied, he called Feng Xin over with a frowning face.

"You and Lin Xia can help."

"You are killing me, and you know that I can only sleep for four hours a day now." Feng Xin pointed to his eyes, there was a faint blue circle under his eyelids.

He was so gentle even when he was tired.

"Master, you two go out, one night is enough!" Tang Kai didn't give up.

"You guys have to work hard for two more days to finish it." Feng Xin pointed to Tang Kai, and then glanced at a few members of the art club standing aside doing puppies wagging their tails.

"Insidious! Shameful! You are trying to force us to admit that we are not good enough!" Tang Kai yelled.

I bowed my head in shame.

I didn't know that lettering and painting were so good.

"Lin Xia won't agree, I can't handle it alone." Feng Xin dodged Tang Kai's attack.

"Go ahead and say that Lin Xia will agree to everything."

"..."

Asking for help turned into a bantering fist fight among teenagers.

During evening self-study, I used the excuse of going to the bathroom to sneak out. The auditorium in the distance was still brightly lit. I trotted past the playground. The wind was very cool, so I wrapped my scarf tightly.

The door was not closed securely, and standing in the shadow of the doorway, I looked in.

The slender figure of the letter is standing on the ladder. It is already late autumn, but he is only wearing a gray sweater and is adding color to the details. A girl with ponytail is standing under the ladder, also holding a paint tray and brush. I miss her It might be Lin Xia.

The sound of their conversation could be heard faintly.

"You man, what time is it, you still accept this kind of thing and drag me into the water." The slightly coquettish voice was Lin Xia.

"Well, I owe you a favor."

"Can't you find someone else?" Still Jiaochen.

"Who else can you tell me to be my partner." He smiled, his hands not stopping.

"Cut... Let me just take it as a compliment, it's not easy to be praised by you."

"The people who were recruited temporarily have a lot of different skills." Feng Xin changed the subject.

"Well, I don't know who painted this piece, it needs to be overhauled."

I looked around, and the area she was pointing at happened to be my area of ​​responsibility.

A burning sensation quickly crept up my face.This kind of feeling is occasionally felt when the report card is handed out, sometimes when my mother sighs, and sometimes when Ruosu is praised but I am lackluster.

But never has it been so intense and long-lasting.

After a while, Lin Xia sighed faintly.

"Feng Xin, for a person like you, I really don't know what kind of girl can stand by your side."

"It's not you anyway." Half-serious and half-joking tone.

I thought Lin Xia would be angry.

But Lin Xia's voice was never heard again.

I stood in the shadows for three to ten minutes, and they worked quickly with their backs to me, without seeing me.

The same paintbrush danced like a magic wand in the hands of Feng Xin and Lin Xia, and the places we had roughly painted miraculously had soft layers and detailed light and shadow.

The flowers spit out their fragrance little by little, the sunlight becomes transparent and warm, and the green leaves are mottled with gold, as if the sound of the wind blowing through the branches can be heard.

After I went back that night, I worked on papers under the lamp until two o'clock in the morning. I had never been so serious and conscious.

I vaguely feel that the distance between me and Feng Xin is as far away as the sky. If I had worked harder in painting, I could have shared even a little bit for him today.

I feel lost and ashamed.

4. The feeling is a little painful, not severe, but gradually lingering
I was also disturbed by Tang Yanyan. Although her sprain was basically healed, she was abnormally depressed. I took the initiative to help her buy food at noon and eat with her in class.

Compared with Qichun, who is carefree, Tang Yanyan's meticulous and gentleness is obviously more suitable for talking about the secrets between little girls. Sometimes we will discuss what is love and what is forever. Although I dare not say the specific content, this kind of sharing is enough Let us be like paint and glue in a short time.

This made Qichun very unhappy.

Once she told me directly that she didn't like Tang Yanyan's coy look, she didn't like her always asking me to go out to run errands to buy things, she didn't like her eating a box lunch and being picky eaters who put all the carrots in my bowl inside.

"Pretentious, too hypocritical!" She commented harshly.

In fact, she misunderstood, I didn't mean to be considerate to Tang Yanyan deliberately, it's just that my love for food makes me unable to bear the picky eater Tang Yanyan who always throws two-thirds of the dishes out of the plate, so those all become for my lunch.

But Qichun is also right, I think she might be a little jealous.

Meng Qichun has many good friends, and I'm just one of them, but even so, it's sweet to know that I'm a very important one.

As a consolation and compensation, I mustered up the courage one day to secretly tell her that I liked letters.

That was the first time I told this secret to another person, and the weak and inaudible name came out from my lips with difficulty, with a kind of joy and sadness like an electric shock, so far away, and so longing.

It turns out that even if you just read his name to someone, you can feel the sweetness and shock like an explosion.

Among girls at that age, this is regarded as the greatest trust and commitment, and I only share this secret with her.

So Qichun quickly ignored Tang Yanyan's existence, and began to shock and tease me contentedly.

And so it was for a while.

One day after school, Tang Yanyan and I made an appointment to go to school and have something to eat before going home.

The alleys at the school gate are always crowded with students. Although the environment is dirty, the tangy aroma is always a great temptation.

I handed my schoolbag to Tang Yanyan and told her to sit by the flower bed in the school and wait for me, while I went to line up to buy fried chicken tenders.

That day the line for fried chicken tenders was extremely long. When I came back with a hot pack of chicken tenders drenched in tomato sauce, I found Tang Yanyan standing by the flower bed with a mournful face.

"Cheng Anzhi...your schoolbag was taken..."

If you are watching a cartoon, you should cut to the scene of the explosion at this moment, and then the smoke clears, leaving behind a dull villain with jet-black hair standing on end.

that's me.

That schoolbag is worthless, but today is different. Today it contains my comic book, which I brought here today to secretly share with Qichun, about my secret love.

"What should I do..." She was so sad that she wanted to cry: "I was waiting for you here just now, Feng Xin, Tang Kai, and a boy passed by, I... I will go over and thank you for sending me the letter that night..."

I continue to be sluggish.

There is still a letter?

"In the end...the boy who was with them just said with a smile...that you hooked up with a school girl again..."

I understand.

Presumably the boy walking with Feng Xin teased Tang Yanyan a few words, based on what I know about Tang Yanyan, she would turn her head flushed with shame, turn her head and leave.

But she forgot that my schoolbag was still by the flower bed.

When she remembered and ran back, everything was gone.

"Cheng Anzhi, what should I do..."

I have no choice, I am also a headless fly, I can only ask Meng Qichun for help.

With amazing momentum, Qichun quickly searched all the classrooms in the school where the doors were still open, and finally found my blue schoolbag near the big trash can.

The trash can is located near the only way to get out of school, and my schoolbag is also an ordinary item. If someone throws it away, it will not hurt.

It's just that in the messy schoolbag, the self-drawn comic is missing.

I just felt that the blood was frozen to the bone, and that feeling was a bit painful, not severe, but gradually lingering.

The biggest secret of youth, being suddenly exposed to the eyes of strangers, should not be much different from the feeling of being naked in public.

I felt myself trembling slightly, wanting to cry but unable to cry.

It was vaguely heard that Qi Chun had finally seized the opportunity to scold Tang Yanyan.

"It's not enough to succeed, but it's more than a failure. Don't think that I dare not say it if others don't tell you. Not everyone in this world has to spoil you with your mother!..."

If it was normal, I would definitely appreciate Qichun's boldness and humor, but at this time, I only wish that the world will be silent from now on, and all the voices will die with me.

(End of this chapter)