the most beautiful time

Chapter 27 Girl's Flower (2)

She turned her head and wanted to say thank you to him, but he had already got up and swam towards the opposite construction site.She stood up and shouted to him: Be careful.He turned his head, smiled at her, and then plunged down, and within a few seconds, he reached the other side.She saw him turn around, waved to the person he rescued here, and shouted proudly: Don't worry, I grew up on the bank of the Yangtze River, and the water quality is very good!At that moment, tears silently blurred her eyes. For the first time, she was made to cry by a person she met by chance.

After the rainstorm, for some reason, a new batch of workers were replaced on the opposite construction site.Before she came to ask his name, say thank you, or treat him to a meal, he completely disappeared from her sight.In this city, she and him will no longer even have the chance to look at each other.

In the newspaper a few days later, the heroic citizens who rescued people during the rainstorm were published.A page was full, and she looked for a hero who saved 6 passers-by one by one.But no.For the section of the road where she was, there was only one policeman who rescued the person from the car.

She has been sad about it.It took a long time before she realized how there could be him in the "civilian hero". He was just a passer-by in this city.Just like when many tall buildings are erected, only those well-known donors have always been engraved on the thank-you stele, but he and thousands of co-workers were honored by this bustling city on the day the building was completed. , indifferently forget.

However, there are always some smiles, or backs, that will be remembered for a long time.Like, she can never forget him again.

According to the newspaper, a woman in Qingdao found an injured white pigeon on the side of the road, and took it home, where it was taken care of. When it recovered, the woman prepared to release it.I don't want to, but I can't let it go anymore.The white pigeon not only found the door the same way, but also followed the woman from side to side.Even when women go to work, take a walk, take a taxi, go shopping, or do errands, the white doves stand quietly on their shoulders, neither disturbing nor leaving.This romantic relationship between a man and a pigeon was photographed by a good reporter and published in the newspaper, which aroused a lot of applause, saying that this pigeon really understands human nature.

But the reporter only focused on the result of the pigeon falling in love with the lover, but forgot to report how the woman gently took the pigeon home when the pigeon was injured, despite the indifference of outsiders; Bandaging her wounds, feeding her with water and medicine, and setting up her nest; until she fully recovered, how much love and time the woman spent trying to gain her trust, all these were hidden by the reporter and were not reported.Readers only know that it is a miracle in the world that a pigeon is so attached to a person, but after the miracle, they don't go into it anymore.In fact, the so-called miracles in the world all have their roots, and the devotion of a woman, if you look deeply, will definitely not be inferior to the nostalgia of a pigeon.The force of action is always equal to the force of reaction, and the same is generally true of the giving and return of love.There is no miracle in love. The reason why it is so amazing is that the world has not gone around behind the love to see what it is.

I went to buy purple sand teapots in my free time, and after looking at them one by one, I was dazzled by the shape and material, and I didn’t know which one to choose.The lady laughed. In fact, the important thing about the purple clay pot is not the choice, but how to raise it.A pot is like a person, as long as you can use good tea at the beginning, brew it carefully, let it fully absorb the fragrance and essence of the tea, and finally infiltrate the fragrance of good tea from the inside to the outside, then, after two years , even if you put ordinary tea every day, you can still drink the taste of top-grade tea.Conversely, if you don't feed it well, it will ruin your subsequent tea-tasting days.

But the young lady didn't explain how much effort was required to maintain this pot in the past two years, so that she could taste the sweetness of high-quality tea in the long afternoon.I'm afraid it will take a lot of care to raise every strand of this smell.The word "yang" can only be known from the structure of the word, and it needs people to go through three barriers bravely to reach its unimpeded state.

The same is true for a piece of jade and a silver ornament.Wearing jade for a long time, it will absorb people's temperature, access the meridians, and show its warm and clear green color; and those who take care of it carefully will also get its essence and nourish their skin.In jade, the "nurture" here is often called "pan". Pan jade means that people touch it repeatedly with their fingers. In this way, a piece of living jade will bloom the most beautiful brilliance.Silver jewelry can be called the most time-consuming jewelry. It needs to be removed and put away every day when you take a bath, and it needs to be cleaned frequently to prevent oxidation.But human sweat can nourish it and make it gradually show a charming color.

Compared with human beings, jade and silver ornaments are inanimate things, but if they are warmed and cared for, they are like psychics, returning human love with the most crystal clear light.

There is such a wonderful relationship between man and nature. A field, a flower, a tree, a bird, and even a love are all inseparable from the word "nurture".The fertility of the field, the enchantment of the flowers, the luxuriance of the trees, the spirit of the birds, and the cuddling of love are the fruits of return to "nurture".The so-called cause and effect, when newspapers report all kinds of strange things, such as dead people and pets committing suicide, birds rescue their owners in danger, and flowers come back to life after being stroked, in fact, they all happened before that. The road is just that people only look at the result after the strange turning point, and do not trace the source and investigate the root cause.

A love, if it is well nourished, it will have its own miracles, if it is not well nourished, there will only be itch left, each throws it away, and never misses it again.

There is a flower shop on campus, it is very small, and there is only one employee, a 20-year-old girl, I have never asked her name, but I like to call her Ye Zi, because every time I see her outside the window, she always hides in a clump Among the fragrant flowers, there are white, blue, pink, and purple ones, and she, like a fluttering leaf, gently caresses each petal when the wind blows.

Ye Zi is the kind of girl who is so simple that no one will pay attention to her.When someone buys flowers and enters the door, they always look around for a while before catching a glimpse of her thin back in the gorgeous flowers.Most of the visitors are boys, for the sake of love, they buy flowers for the girl they have a crush on.So their eyes never fall on the simple leaves.They used to urge, can you hurry up, my girl is waiting.Ye Zi always looked up at the boy shyly, pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: Soon the flowers will hurt.The boys probably wouldn't listen to her sleepy words seriously, and even if they did, they wouldn't respond.They just want to pay the money hastily, and chase the birds of love with flowers in their arms. As for a girl in this small shop, a pitiful sentence "flowers will hurt", to them, it is just a glimpse, and they are forgotten afterwards.

But Ye Zi doesn't care about their carelessness. After wrapping the flowers, she always smiles gently and watches them leave. It seems that the flowers, passed from her hands, brought her blessings and warmth.She leaned in front of the green window, resting her chin with her hands, watching the boy who was leaving with a large bouquet of roses, the corners of her lips would involuntarily turn up slightly, and she smiled.I once asked her, what is she laughing at?Ye Zi is always blushing, looking for something to do in a panic.But I still guessed Ye Zi's mind, she just temporarily imagined herself as the girl who received the rose, and because of this imagination, she loved every flower around her even more.

Leaf's favorite is happiness grass, a fluffy pot, inconspicuous in the corner, few people will notice such a quiet and unassuming flower, even its small orange flowers, if you are not careful, you will almost ignore it Lose.This kind of flower is not easy to sell. The boss brought in a large number of roses and lilies, but he paid little attention to the potted happiness grass.Every time there are always a few pots, lonely, on the flower stand, when a customer comes, his sight will not stop even for a second.

But Ye Zi regards the happiness grass as a treasure.She said that this kind of flower that can live in a world of joy without careful care is very much like herself.Two years ago, she came to Beijing from a poor mountain village in Anhui. Because she did not go to university, she encountered obstacles everywhere in her work. In the end, she was the owner of this flower shop.The salary is of course not high, except for food and rent, she can only save a small amount every month and send it home.But it is such a job that not many people like to do, but Ye Zi does it brilliantly.The glass windows of the flower shop are always cleaned spotlessly by her. People passing by can almost see the fine beads of sweat on her forehead when she is busy.I asked her if she was ever tired of sending flowers to others like this day after day?She asked me back: I can smell the fragrance of flowers every day and see the flowers blooming. Who would be tired?
I have never seen Ye Zi get tired, she will always be the most energetic "Happiness Grass" in the flower shop, humming a song in a low voice, it is the tune of SHE, and she walks lightly among pots of flowers When going to and fro, if she wears a skirt, she will lift the skirt carefully, as if she is afraid of hurting those shy petals.There are often customers walking back and forth among the flowers, bumping the leaves of asparagus bamboo or small daisies.At this time, Ye Zi always pleads with customers distressedly to let them be lighter, and lighter.

The leaves said, every flower is alive.The white palm is like a sailing boat with a leaf, the green radish always pours down the greenness like splashing ink in a dream, the evening mist grass is a girl with deep love, the dancing orchid is a light and lively spring, and eucalyptus will always live in blue In the memory of color, the pansy is a contemplative poet, the camellia is a passionate and unrestrained woman in spring... and the happiness grass is a girl's gentle hair, bury her head and sniff deeply, there is a light fragrance of jasmine , making people addicted to linger.

I finally understand why friends who study film around me, whether they are shooting documentaries or feature films, always come to this flower house to shoot scenes.What they like is not just the beautiful flowers and plants here, but the owner who takes care of these flowers and plants. Standing among them, she is like that fluffy happiness grass. All the noisy and disturbing, quietly, wash away.

(End of this chapter)