one acre flower field

There was a total lunar eclipse at night. When we saw it by chance, the moon disappeared for a small part, and the edges were like leftovers left by torn brocade. It was still yellow and clear, hiding many black silky unknown objects. There are red lights flickering on it, and a few red lights are like midsummer's will-o'-the-wisps.

I was lying on his lap, the computer screen was on, and there were reading materials that my instructor had just arranged on it. I spent half an hour, but I didn’t read what was written in the first line, so I didn’t read it at all. I went to see Yuan ember.

Yuan Jin looked out the window, he had been waiting here for many years.He stared blankly in one direction for a long time. I thought he was looking at the scenery, so I leaned up and followed his gaze.

Outside the window is nothing more than an ordinary look, endless night, scattered tree shadows, sparse lights, and ordinary people struggling to make ends meet. I heard the wailing of wild cats tearing up, and the stern sound of wheels across the ground. Thousands of years are like a day , boring and full of images.I rubbed my eyes and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

He smiled and put his arms around my protruding shoulders, traced the overlapping shadows of the two on the glass with his fingers, his words were ethereal, reclusive and independent.

He said: "Glass, there is you on it."

Most of the time I don't want to admit that I am a coward, unless in front of Yuan Jin.I am happy to tear myself apart and show him petal by petal.

I turned around and hugged him, buried my face in his open skirt, and sniffed the faint fragrance of his body.Tears wet a large area of ​​his front, and I felt a deep chill on my face.

I don't know how long I have been crying. The night has infinitely extended everything related to time and chronology. When I was tired from crying, the clock just struck twelve o'clock. The next point carries a vibratory aftertaste.

I was so tired from crying that I started to hiccup when I stopped. I begged him intermittently while hiccupping: "Jin, tomorrow... pick me up from school... okay?"

He leaned against the window rail with his eyes closed, patted my back lightly once in a while, and gently shook his arm around me, like a lullaby only found in fairy tale books when he was a child, all good and bad Memories are all crushed, stuffed into the notes, go deep along the ear bones, until in the brain, the nightmares of every moment, every second, every second, will not rest until death.

His eyelashes were long, like crow's wings, thick and black, and cast a shadow on the eyelids.There is a warm yellow light on his body. I used to chase the light on his body to find my way home, but now I almost lost the person who led me home.

The man closed his eyes, and sang softly: "Pua ah, ah ah, shake to Grandma Bridge..."

I fell asleep, I had a charming dream.

I dreamed that peach blossoms were blooming all over the sky in the snow in August. 17-year-old Yuan Jin was covered with the fragrance of gardenias. He stepped on an acre of roses and walked towards me with a smile on his way of no return.

The prosperity and prosperity I have passed through in my life have been nothing more than this from now on.

No one can dislike the 17-year-old Yuan Jin, the most beautiful bone and spirit of human beings, Biluo Huangquan, I have met, Sansheng is lucky.

Probably because I was raised so well by Yuan Jin since I was a child, it was not until I was in high school that I gradually understood the third kind of relationship between people other than relatives and friends.

In the second year of high school, the almost universally recognized school belle was assigned to our class, and I could watch it almost every day. The long queue of boys from other classes passed by the window of our class in groups. I went back and told Yuan Jin as an interesting incident. , he smiled and said: "The so-called first love is also a beautiful posture of a teenager."

It seems that it happened at that moment, I clearly heard a crisp sound of "pop" in my heart, colorful flowers bloomed one after another, and the lingering sound of strings returning from nowhere lingered.

Later, Chen Yang sat on my desk, dangling his long legs, looking at the crowd of teenagers outside the window, and said to me: "I really don't know what's good about her, I can't get her good looks at all." Yeah. Hey, Yuan Yuan, do you have someone you like?"

I also looked at the window, and I saw a familiar shadow printed on the glass of the window. He was bending over, holding a green watering can, and was watering a flower.

When I was in high school, my backyard was full of all kinds of flowers.My mother likes flowers, but she doesn't know how to raise them. Yuan Jin picked up a happy flower and spent all day in that one-acre flower garden.

An acre is not small or big, and Yuan Jin has been planted there for four seasons.

He said: "People who have more obsessions, after death, their souls will sneak into a flower, waiting for the deceased."

I just nestled in the rocking chair he made for me, holding the cat he raised for me in my arms.The rocking chair swayed lightly, and the sun was warm, like the softest cloud falling into a dream.I smiled and told him loudly: "Then if I die first, I will definitely wait for you in a rose."

Still holding an emerald green watering can in his hand, standing in front of a large rose, he turned around, separated by a distance of 15 meters.A small strand of his long hair was lifted by the breeze, and was gently let down again, so he smiled and said, "I'll wait for you in the wind."

At that time, my world and I were 15 meters apart.

I stood up and watched the white doves fall from the beams, and the sound of frogs fell on the scent of rice.I asked him, "Why the wind?"

He said: "There are too many flowers blooming. I am afraid that you will get tired of looking for them, so you will give up."

I thought about it, and lied to him with a smile: "Then you must be a tornado, otherwise I still don't know which one is you."

If it must become the wind, I think I can find him all at once, that wind must be mixed with the fragrance of gardenia, then I only need to close my eyes to know that it must be Yuan Jin's hug.

But I hope he can become a flower, the wind is still too obvious, the rest of the meaningless time called the rest of my life, I have to do something to kill it.