Embrace the fragrance

After 12 years, that feeling of powerlessness that was bound by a nightmare came back.

The last time He Wanqing cried so mournfully was when her husband died in a tragic accident—it was also a chilly early spring, and the air was full of the scent of hyacinths.

Fang Jin was once a well-known photographer in the industry, and has taken countless landscape portraits.He has an extraordinary love for nature. When Fang Wenrui was six years old, after the beginning of spring, he set off for the mountains to take a group of landscape photos.

Unexpectedly, one peaceful afternoon, the ground suddenly shook violently. In the blink of an eye, the ground cracked, and the uneven buildings in the remote town collapsed, and no one was spared.

At the moment when the earthquake happened, Fang Jin was taking a lunch break.Lying on the big bed in the hotel, he felt an unusual vibration, and immediately opened his eyes, only in time to see a huge ceiling smashing towards him, and he couldn't avoid it.

The destruction continued, and soon, he was buried in the ruins, with countless wounds on his body.Fortunately, the phone is still with me.In the last few minutes of his life, he exhausted his last strength and sent two text messages to the woman he had promised his whole life.

He Wanqing can still repeat the content of those two text messages verbatim.

In the first text message, he wrote: Sorry, Wanqing.Wanqing, I'm so sorry.I have photographed all over the country, but I have not been able to take a photo of you.

At their wedding ceremony, Fang Jin once said to her: "Rose is too gaudy, next time, I will take a group photo of you myself."

She said: "Okay, but, what kind of flowers can catch the eyes of photographer Fang Da?"

A romantic person will probably taste the woman's red lips, and then say: "Only this one."

But obviously, he is not that kind of person. He is introverted and quiet. He is always with Laika, and he is not born to be romantic.He thought about it seriously for a while, and then slowly replied: "Hyacinth. How about we go to shoot tomorrow? It happens to be early spring, when hyacinth blooms the most."

But he is too busy, his "tomorrow" is always in the future, He Wanqing has waited spring after spring, and in the end, he can't wait - there is only her who is waiting, and there is no one who is waiting.

He Wanqing never blamed him, she is also a strong woman who values ​​her career.When Fang Jin sent her the last two text messages in her life, she was having a regular meeting.She felt the vibration of her mobile phone, but ignored it. By the time the meeting ended, it was too late.

She had left him far too alone, severing his last ties to the living world.

Fang Jin said he regretted it, so why didn't she regret it?

Fang Jin obviously couldn't finish writing the text message received a minute and a half late, and He Wanqing couldn't resist imagining the scene where he pressed the send button with his bloody hand while struggling to maintain the last sliver of consciousness.

He wrote: Wanqing, tell Wen Rui, no matter who you fall in love with, cherish the person he loves, don't be like his father...

Later, she set up a tomb for him, because his body could no longer be found, but sleeping in the swaddling clothes of the mountain with its unique scenery, she thought, maybe he would be very relieved...

Later, she specially went to take a group of photos. Surrounded by blue, pink, white, light yellow, purple, yellow, and crimson hyacinths, she smiled faintly. "The face is peaceful, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, revealing the eight or six upper teeth." This is what he once thought her smile was too ugly, so he taught her himself.

Later, she burned that group of photos in front of his grave.She thought, in this way, he can leave with less regret, right?

Later, she asked someone to engrave the hyacinth's flower language on the stone tablet-burn the fire of life and enjoy a rich life.

And later, 12 years later, she touched his photo on the bedside and told him quietly: Wen Rui, I have...a lover.

When Fang Wenrui came back, He Wanqing was no longer in the kitchen, and the headlights in the living room were also turned off. He thought that maybe his mother had already rested, so he turned off the TV that was playing the sketch——

With a "click", the funny laughter of "hahaha" stopped abruptly.

After a brief wash, he went back to the room lightly and lay down on the bed.

The excitement of seeing Qin Ming hadn't calmed down, his heart was beating vigorously in his chest, and the noise was like the endless sound of fireworks outside the house.

It took a long time before the blaring sound gradually became intermittent and sporadic.The fireworks finally rang a few times in the sky, and finally they were dumb, and the surroundings became silent. At this time, Fang Wenrui, in a daze, heard an old song, and even lighter sobs under the cover of a very light, very light song The sound, I don't know if it is his hallucination, the sound seems to come from his mother's bedroom——

The female singer's voice is not good, but it is full of emotion, and the simple lyrics are very contagious under her soft singing.

"At last I learned how to love,

It's a pity that you have long since disappeared into the crowd.

Then finally understand in tears,

Some people don't exist once they miss it..."

Fang Wenrui didn't know if he fell asleep that night. He always felt the clear sound of the piano lingering in his ears, and then slowly, slowly, the light from outside lit up and fell on his thin eyelids——

Rolling his eyes, he opened them, and outside the window, a new round of the sun was slowly rising.

He gently put on his new clothes, took out a beautiful small box from the bedside table, then slowly opened the door and walked out.

He Wanqing had already prepared breakfast and was sitting at the dining table. When she saw Fang Wenrui, she smiled and said, "On the first day of the new year, don't you sleep a little longer?" Her face was haggard, but her smile was gentle and moving.The dawn of another year delicately traced the smile lines at the corners of her eyes that were still a little red.

"Well, don't go to bed anymore. Qin Ming and I have an appointment to meet at 07:30." Fang Wenrui didn't know why she was sad, but He Wanqing didn't say anything, and he couldn't ask, so he pushed the small box in front of her, "Mom, Happy Chinese New Year !"

Before going out, Fang Wenrui changed his shoes at the entrance.

He Wanqing came out of the kitchen, holding two cans of pickles, "Have fun."

Fang Wenrui thought for a while and said, "Mom should be happy too. I'll be back before noon."

He Wanqing smiled and looked at him with warmth in his eyes, "Bring these two bottles of pickles to Qin Ming and the others to taste."

Fang Wenrui replied: "Okay, Qin Ming has always praised mother's craftsmanship!"

He took the handbag and went out the door excitedly, but He Wanqing's thin shoulders shook violently the moment the door closed.

In the early morning when she was alone, He Wanqing sat in her son's room for a long time.

Her eyes slowly scanned the toy airplane model on the table, the elementary school textbooks on the bookshelf, and the middle school uniform hanging on the hanger, and then fell on the only light source in the unlit room——outside the open window, the Chinese New Year Dawn shines on the earth.

There is no dark night that cannot pass, and no sunny day that cannot wait.

As soon as Fang Wenrui arrived under the sycamore tree that he had arranged for, Qin Ming came riding a battery car.

The old city is not far from the ancient city, but it took him more than ten minutes to fool his parents. Even if he turned the switch of the battery car to the maximum and drove all the way, he was almost late.

"Battery car?"

"Well, the bicycle was left in the small apartment." Qin Ming pulled off the scarf and said, "Sit on it and take you to my home in the ancient city. Uh, what are these two cans of black things?"

"Pickles."

"Auntie made it?" Qin Ming was very excited, "Looks like I won't have to worry about eating during the Chinese New Year. The dishes my mother cooked recently are so salty...cough, let's not talk about it, anyway, it doesn't suit my taste." He Opened the back box and said: "Put it here, it would be a pity if it fell in the front."

Fang Wenrui recalled the embarrassing incident of Qin Ming riding a bicycle and almost fell to the side of the green belt last time, nodded with lingering fear, "Yeah."

"Say thank you to Auntie for me, and say hello too!"

"Okay." Fang Wenrui climbed into the car, suddenly remembering to go to Qin Ming's parents' house, he asked casually, "Are your parents at home?"

"Not here, it would be uncomfortable to go back if I am here!" This sentence was made by Qin Mingxin, and then he explained clearly: "They went to Wanxiang Mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha, and they insisted on pulling me there this morning, so I just Don't go!"

Fang Wenrui: "That's not good, is it?"

Qin Ming said indifferently: "What's wrong? Last year, there were a lot of pilgrims who came here admiringly. They crowded shoulder to shoulder. It was originally a weak Buddhist incense, but because it was burned too much, the temple was full of smoke and made me sneeze."

Fang Wenrui frowned: "Don't say that. It's not good."

Qin Ming also felt that his description was exaggerated, and immediately followed suit: "Well, okay, don't say that. Then I say I don't believe in Buddhism, right? My belief—"

"It's you." The green light just turned yellow, Qin Ming braked the car hard, I don't know if he did it on purpose, there was a countdown to the jump, and an emergency brake came on, Fang Wenrui leaned forward unexpectedly, red hot His face hit his hard, warm back, heating up a second time.

Batteries are faster than bicycles.Ride around the main road to the old house, a 7-minute drive.

The old house is three stories high, much more spacious than Qin Ming's small apartment, and Qin Ming's room here is also larger than the study in the small apartment.

He poured two glasses of coconut juice, moved two small stools, and asked Fang Wenrui to sit down and drink.

Fang Wenrui warmed his hands with the heated coconut milk.

Qin Ming put another cup of coconut water on the table, and then took out a small box from the drawer.

Fang Wenrui was about to take a sip of coconut juice, when Qin Ming suddenly turned around to face him, and then, without any warning, he just opened his eyes and watched him open the box, and then dumped—dozens, or maybe hundreds of pieces Puzzle pieces the size of a thumbnail fell to the floor with a crackling sound.

Fang Wenrui: "..."

This puzzle took them most of the morning.It's not that the puzzle is difficult, it's just that a few puzzle pieces bounced under the bed or under the cabinet when they hit the ground...

They searched for a long time.

Qin Ming regretted it unceasingly.

Fang Wenrui put the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle that he had found with great difficulty into the only vacancy, "Finished..." He looked at the complete jigsaw puzzle and was about to clap his hands to celebrate, but suddenly froze for a moment, and then his cheeks burned hotly— —

Qin Ming knew about that kiss on New Year's Eve.

The picture on the jigsaw puzzle is the scene where he half leaned out of the bed and secretly kissed Qin Ming.

Fang Wenrui didn't want to know when Qin Ming drew the stick figure, where he made the puzzle, and how he found out about that indistinct kiss, he just wanted to—

It's too embarrassing to find a seam in the ground and get in!

"You think I don't know? Is it so easy to take advantage of the uncle?"

Fang Wenrui recalled Qin Ming's "accusation" when he opened his eyes and said nonsense on New Year's Day, "Then... you, you said that day..." He was anxious and stuttered again.

Qin Ming was overjoyed, his heart was soft and itchy as if a feather had been drawn across it, "What did I say? You didn't take the initiative to kiss me?"

Fang Wenrui blushed, angry, and simply stopped talking.

Qin Ming spoke eloquently: "I was asking for some interest. Who told you to take advantage of my father the night before? You said that my advantage is not so easy to take advantage of!"

Fang Wenrui: "..."

The heat on his face didn't come down for a long time, and he didn't know how his face was turning red. Qin Ming "considerately" took him out for a walk, saying it was "to blow some air".

Cloud Street is very bustling, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going. Looking around, except for the red lanterns and Spring Festival couplets, there is a dark crowd of people.

Qin Ming dragged Fang Wenrui to the small arch bridge where there were fewer tourists, and when he climbed to the highest place, he stopped moving forward and turned to his side, with his upper body slightly leaning forward, his elbows resting on the railing, and his palm resting on his chin .

Fang Wenrui imitated his movements, lowered his head and looked down——

The clear water reflects the blue sky, the unique water pavilions on both sides of the river, and the little Qin Ming and his little himself looking at each other's reflections on the stone bridge.

Suddenly, a black-covered boat came out from under the bridge hole, and the reddish-brown wooden oars shattered the blurred shadows of the two of them.

Looking at the rippling water, Qin Ming said slowly, "There is a legend about this bridge."

"Ok?"

"If two people who love each other throw a coin into the river at the same time at the highest point of the arch bridge, they will love each other forever, and no one will be able to separate them." A one-yuan coin, "Should I vote or not?"

Fang Wenrui said without hesitation, "Vote."

Qin Ming smiled and handed the coin to him, "You take it here."

A coin with a diameter of only 25 millimeters can't tell the difference between this side and the other side. When two people hold it together, the space is very tight, and the fingertips will inevitably touch each other.

"I count one, two, three, count to three, and let go at the same time."

"one two Three!"

A touch of silver immediately fell, and it melted into the faint clear water in the blink of an eye.

The image that had returned to calm had ripples again, and the halo spread outwards in circles. Under a few feet, the coin quietly sank to the bottom of the water, reflecting the sunlight at noon like gold and waterfalls.

The author has something to say: The song in this chapter is "Later" by Rene Liu.

There is no dark night that cannot pass, and no sunny day that cannot wait. ——A pair from Zhejiang University (It seems that there was a period of continuous rain, and the mood of the students in Zhejiang University was very gloomy, and then I don’t know who wrote such a pair to cheer everyone up.)

I feel that they have had a hard time this year, so I will write something serious in the next chapter, so that they can get out of this cabinet, MUA~