the most beautiful time

Chapter 26 Girl's Flower (1)

I once knew a girl named Han, she should be regarded as my colleague, although strictly speaking, we just belong to the same big company, and we are not in the same department. How much communication there will be.

But I still learned that she is from Pu'er, Yunnan, and is the daughter of a tea farmer during the few lunch chats. stayed.She used to be the same as me. In the face of cruel competition, she wanted to return to her hometown city and live a comfortable and comfortable life under the shade of her parents, but she finally stayed there and approached her bright dream little by little, just like a A moth near a blazing flame.

Thinking about it, it was the loneliness of wandering in a foreign land that made me and her develop trust and affection for each other after a lunch.I remember we were in a corner near the window, talking about a lot of things.We chatted about the universities we went to, our dreams when we were young, our love on the road, our crush on someone.We were also delighted to find that we were in the same zodiac sign and even had the same blood type.I remember we chatted until the crowd dispersed. In the crowded restaurant, there was only the sound of the waiters tidying the tables and chairs. There was a trace of melancholy and humidity in the air, as well as a faint scent of tea.

It is this kind of tea fragrance that reminds me of Han's hometown, and he casually said, if you go home during the Chinese New Year, please bring me a pack of Pu'er tea.In fact, I forgot this sentence after I said it, and never kept it in my heart.I thought Han must just be joking and forget about it afterwards, because in the few months before the New Year, we rarely had the opportunity to communicate again. She always got up and left as soon as I went to the restaurant, and we soon Back to the time of indifferent communication.

Then one day, when I opened Q, her usually silent profile picture flashed up, and when I clicked on it, I said a bit guilty: I am really sorry, because I didn’t buy a train ticket for the New Year, I couldn’t go home, but I have entrusted her A fellow villager, I will bring you a pack of good Pu'er tea when I go back.

I was a little surprised and moved, but I still replied cautiously: Well, thank you, don't take it to heart, in fact, I was just talking casually.After saying this sentence, I forgot about it again, so that when I came back from the Chinese New Year, on a warm spring day, Han’s Q avatar flashed again, and said, brother, Pu’er tea has been brought, and it is placed in the drawer under my computer desk Li, I'm outside right now, go get it after get off work.

I thought about it, if I took this bag of tea in the past, people I knew thought that I had an ambiguous relationship with Han, and people I didn’t know would think that I went to Han’s office to engage in some underground activities. .Thinking of this, he gave up the idea of ​​getting this bag of tea when he got off work.The next day Han's Q jumped again: Why didn't you come over to get Pu'er?I felt a little guilty, and hurriedly replied: I invite you to the newly opened Yunnan restaurant outside the company for lunch.Han was silent for a full 5 minutes before typing out a line: No way, it's just a bag of tea.Then she disappeared and never appeared again.

A week later, Han sent another message: Why don't you come to pick up the tea?I'm really busy, come up and get it yourself if you have time.I replied with a "hmm", but I still didn't have the courage to go to get the bag of tea left in the stranger's office.

A few days later, when I was queuing in front of a window in the restaurant, I accidentally turned around and saw Han.Perhaps Han should have seen me a long time ago, but she didn't take the initiative to greet me for some reason, and I, when I saw her somewhat cold eyes, couldn't find anything to say in embarrassment.I just reluctantly said, oh, you came to eat too.And Han also replied politely: Well, I suddenly want to eat at the restaurant.

I think Han actually wanted to say that she missed those afternoon chats with me, or that she came here today just to relive that good time.But after all, she just took a look at where I was after buying food, then turned around and walked towards another corner.

After all, I never mustered up the courage to take that bag of tea.One day half a year later, I accidentally heard that Han had resigned. I was a little surprised, and thought of the bag of tea that I hadn't taken yet.This time, I finally went upstairs and pushed open the door of Han's office.With the help of a colleague of Han, I found the Pu'er packaged in a simple paper bag.Han's colleague said when I turned around: She kept telling me, if you come to get tea, you must find it for you.

On that autumn night, I tasted the tea that Han gave me. The bright red Pu'er was placed in a transparent glass, like a clear lake.However, with worldly suspicions, I blocked the gloomy and pure lake that Han sent me forever at the beginning when we should have been able to roam in the depths of the fragrance of flowers in a boat.

She remembers noticing him for the first time, on the way home from get off work.

At that time, she had just arrived in this city and had no friends or love. She often felt sentimental for no reason, and even the busy work could not eliminate this loneliness.Only when she passed the construction site every day and saw the migrant workers who were far away from home, in the crowded tents, slumped at the food with little oil in the bowl, or sweated profusely on the high scaffolding under the scorching sun, the loneliness in her heart, Only then will it be slightly relieved, knowing that there are people who live a more difficult and lonely life than her.

She got off work late that day, and they had already finished work when she passed by. They were in groups of three or five at a roadside stall, asking for a few stir-fried side dishes and a large glass of draft beer, gossiping and looking sad Indifferent passers-by.On their faces, there is also the fatigue after long-term work. Occasionally, they glimpse the lights in the tall buildings in the distance, and they will feel a little bit of melancholy and loss.And it was then that she noticed him.

At that time, she was getting off the bus exhausted physically and mentally, and walked along the street to the attic she rented.For some reason, the normally smooth road was suddenly blocked.The road soon filled with restless cars, and drivers vented their anger by honking their horns or cursing.On the side of the fast, dirty and noisy road, she covered her nose and walked quickly while complaining about the chaotic traffic in this city.Then, she heard a familiar dialect sound excitedly in mid-air: It's so spectacular!Following the sound, I caught a glimpse of a 20-year-old young man wearing a hard hat, standing on the scaffolding on the fifth floor, waving and shouting loudly at the long queue-like convoy.She couldn't see his eyes, but in the dim light, she could vaguely see the joy and joy in his expression.In his eyes, the traffic jam, which is so disgusting to city people, has become a spectacle and a scenery worth admiring.Being happy with him came so easily, which she, who was exhausted by work and competition, never thought of.

From then on, she began to pay attention to this big boy with a smile and expression that had not been blinded by the flying dust.Occasionally, their eyes would meet each other, and he would give her a warm smile, and the corners of her lips would rise slightly as a response.If she hadn't heard his accent that time, she would never have responded to his curious and admiring gaze.Perhaps, like many people, she would give him a blank stare, or angrily curse, and then hurried away.Because, from the beginning to the end, apart from the similar accent, she and him are really not even considered acquaintances.

She always thought that life would go on so silently; she and him had no intersection or words, and when the building was completed, he would move with the construction site, and thereafter, for a long life, there was no chance to meet again .But a heavy rain made her see this fellow villager who had never talked to her clearly amidst the lightning and thunder.

It was a torrential rain rarely seen in the city in 30 years.The low-lying terrain allowed this mountain city to accumulate waist-high water after just one hour of rain.She had just got off the bus at that time, and the rain suddenly increased to its maximum, and that section of the road happened to be the lowest point in the entire city.After she got out of the car, she only walked a few steps before being frightened away by the fierce rain.In her fear, she instinctively wanted to grab something, but the road, which was not wide in the past, suddenly became extremely wide at this moment. It was only a small tree a few steps away, but due to the raging water, But it is like a helpless and boundless straw thousands of miles away.She moved forward little by little, and she was about to touch a billboard, but she didn't expect that a big wave came and rolled up the huge billboard viciously, while she was swept by a corner, and staggered. , fell down.

Everything just happened in an instant.She didn't even have time to think about it, and she was caught in the huge waves.It seemed that it was only a second, and it seemed that many years later, she was hugged by a powerful big hand at the waist.In a coma, she felt that she was leaning on a man's chest, such a strong arm, such a steady heartbeat, so she no longer had to be afraid.She just needs to follow this man, forward, forward, until she reaches the highest point of safety.

When she woke up, she found that she was leaning on the steps of a shop, and the rain was still rising crazily at an unstoppable speed.The surface of the water was covered with boards, garbage, and even bicycles flashed past, and a small "mini" car was swept down by a vortex in an instant.The fear in her heart was like thousands of wild horses, breaking through the fence and rushing out.And she, at this moment, saw him.Like a fish, he dived into the bottom again and again, picked up the passers-by who were swept away by the rainstorm one by one, and then used one arm to paddle to the high ground where she was leaning on.One, two, three, four... At the sixth, he finally gasped for breath and squatted weakly on the steps.At this time, the police had arrived and quickly organized the passers-by around to retreat safely.The torrential rain also began to gradually decrease, and the water on the road swirled and flowed to the moat not far away.

(End of this chapter)