rose memory

[There is a flower shop] On the second floor, there is a tea room, the layout is simple but reasonable, quite leisurely and elegant, consistent with the basic style of the flower shop, complementing each other.

A crisp and melodious ditty came out of it, like the soft words of Wu Nong from the southern water town. Meng Ying picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip reservedly, and asked, "Xiaofu, my brother recently..."

Luo Fu was sitting opposite Meng Ying, and heard Meng Ying say: "He's fine, eat, drink, sleep, and have fun."

"Then why haven't I seen him in the flower shop recently?" Meng Ying asked.

Meng Xian opened a flower shop. At first, Meng Ying was just for fun, but he got tired of it after a while. As a result, Meng Xian opened it for four years. Even if he had an operation and lost his memory, he always remembered it, and passed by every day. Dot dot dot.

The flower shop only recruited a pure and pure female college student platform, and none of the others.

At first it was very empty inside, but after Meng Xiannan showed up a few times disguised as a woman, it gradually filled with people.

It's just that Meng Xian passed by every day, and he brought a bouquet of roses. If it wasn't because Meng Ying knew that his brother liked men, he would have thought he wanted to chase that female college student...

"Sister Yingying?" Luo Fu asked, "Are you listening to me?"

"Well, tell me." Meng Ying returned to God.

"You also know that he found Shen Xing, so what are your plans? What do uncles and aunts think?" Luo Fu said.

"I saw Shen Xing's name on the guest list of his birthday party earlier, I thought I made a mistake..." Meng Ying said.

"No, nine times out of ten it is the instruction of uncle and aunt." Luo Fu said.

"Yes, my parents are going to let them talk casually, and have a reunion at the birthday party." Meng Ying said again: "You said before that Shen Xing also forgot about my brother, I really saw you Ghost."

"Actually, that's fine too. "Reunion" is not necessarily a good thing. Meng Xian left without saying goodbye four years ago. If I were Shen Xing, I would never forgive him for the rest of my life." Luo Fu said.

Meng Ying sighed: "You just watch them, let them play casually, if they succeed, forget it."

Luo Fu asked suspiciously: "This is not like your usual personality, what kind of stimulation did you receive?"

"..." Meng Ying said, "Don't be silly."

Luo Fu suddenly said, "Meng Xian, did he learn to paint before?"

"I have learned...but I didn't draw for some reason, how do you know?" Meng Ying said.

"He seems to have suddenly become enlightened recently and started messing with these things. I'll come to ask. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." After Luo Fu finished speaking and went out, Meng Ying stared at Luo Fu's back. After a while, she remembered something and suddenly frowned. frown.

"Why would Shen Xing forget my brother?" Meng Ying murmured softly.

Outside the window was the gloomy sky, with patches of black clouds pressing down on every inch of Shen Xing's eyes, without leaving a single gap.

Even if the windows were tightly closed, he could still feel the damp smell everywhere.

The humid air made Shen Xing's heart even colder and colder. He felt uncomfortable, so he swallowed subconsciously, and shrank instinctively.

He stared at the exercise book in front of him, his eyes seemed to dig a hole out of the thick book, after a while his eyes were tired, and the soreness hit him like a tide, and he propped his chin with one hand very naturally Fall asleep.

No one noticed that everyone was immersed in completing their busy homework, and there was no teacher guarding the podium.

Probably because of the earth-shattering rainstorm during the day, or something else, Shen Xing had a dream full of water vapor.

In the hot midsummer, the ripeness almost solidified, swirled on the ground and then rose rapidly. The sunlight passed through the densely piled mulberry leaves, and reflected on the sparkling water with a strong sense of presence.

The river water is very clear and clear, with a few bubbles popping up from time to time, and "guji guji" rushing up.

His brother was sitting by the river, and he didn't sit on the ground. The place in contact with the ground was covered with a green banana leaf. His brother sat on it, with two long legs bent, and there were glistening spots on his bare skin. The water droplets glow faintly in the sunlight.

There were a few more "guji guji" sounds on the river, his brother suppressed a smile, and the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

When Shen Xing was in his dream, he remembered the bits and pieces of the time they spent together very carefully.

After a while, the smooth mirror-like river surface was suddenly broken, and Shen Xing emerged from the cool water, his short hair dripping wetly, and the water droplets fell on the river surface as deep as his waist again, "Patta Papa" The sound of ground water is strangely pleasant in midsummer.

Shen Xing, who failed to hold his breath, slumped down to the bottom of the water, but when he sat down, the water just overflowed his head.

Shen Xing raised his head slightly and looked up.

At this time, his brother was looking at the hair spinning on the top of his head, and looking at his round eyes through the water.

Shen Xing thought about it, and suddenly got up and reached the shore with a stride. His brother exclaimed - he played tricks and dragged his brother down too.

Then after half an hour of making a fuss, he realized that his brother was a landlubber, not to mention holding his breath in water, but he was the one whose soles of his feet went limp when he touched water.

On the way back, he was filled with guilt, and his brother still dragged the "remnant body" that was scared to death for the rest of his life to comfort him.

He was very happy along the way.

But when he returned home that day, when he opened the door and saw the scene in front of him, his joyful expression froze on his face. When he saw that scene, he even forgot about his brother behind him.

What kind of scene was that...

His grandma fell on the uneven muddy floor, foam was still coming from the corners of her mouth, but her breathing had stopped.

It was still the familiar March of the Volunteers, Shen Xing looked up and saw the water stains on his arms, and was stunned for a moment.

He fell asleep and fell asleep.

Then he wiped away his tears and calmly suppressed his sadness.

He was responsible for locking the classroom doors, so he was always the last to leave, a responsibility he had taken on himself.

Since he woke up and the bell rang, someone rushed out of the classroom impatiently, and Shen Xing continued to sit on his seat in a daze without raising his head.

He used to choose to simply stay and finish his homework. Anyway, the doorman already knew him and often opened the door for him who came home late.

Today, however, he is not in the mood at all.

When it was almost time for people to leave one after another, he began to organize the books on the table that were crushed by him.

He spread his palm and pressed hard on the crease of the top book, but it was still in vain. He sighed helplessly, and carefully put it into the schoolbag.

After he cleaned up everything, a figure was reflected on the smooth surface, Shen Xing's eyelids twitched, and he looked up suspiciously.

Song Yuan looked at him, the two of them obviously stood and sat one at a time, but when Song Yuan looked at him, he didn't feel condescending at all, instead he looked like him in a low position.

Shen Xing stood up involuntarily and was about to leave.

However, Song Yuan stopped him, and the opponent's hand was in front of him.

Shen Xing stopped moving, just looked at Song Yuan without saying a word, and Song Yuan just stopped him.

Neither of them spoke for a while, and the whole classroom was silent.

Shen Xing was too lazy to pay attention to the person in front of him, but he didn't know why the other party didn't speak, the other party just looked at him for a while.

Shen Xing didn't bother to speak at first, but now he was competing with the other party, between them it was like a duel where whoever spoke first would lose.

He didn't know if Song Yuan thought the same way, anyway, he did.

Suddenly Shen Xing saw the other party's expression change, it was only a very short change, Shen Xing wanted to speak, but the other party spoke first.

When Shen Xing saw Song Yuan's lips moving, he thought that the other party must have come to call him back to "home" again.

However, the other party did not do what Shen Xing expected.

"Xia Xi, do you know him?" Song Yuan asked.

"My classmate's elder brother." Shen Xing had a good talk with him for the first time.

Meng Xian: "You know he treats his brother..."

"I don't want to know." Shen Xing interrupted directly, he didn't really want to talk to this person.

At that time Song Yuan glanced at him.

Shen Xing stood quietly at one end of the zebra crossing, his eyes were dull, he couldn't help but think of Song Yuan's eyes when he went out, those eyes were too complicated, he could feel the mixed metaphors inside.

His shoulder was bumped suddenly, his figure was unstable, not far away was the hazy night, and the green light finally turned on.

He couldn't express his thoughts at the moment, the halo of the traffic lights was so delicate and unusual, and in the shadowy and criss-crossed traffic flow, he faintly saw something flickering.

A strange joy welled up in a strange heart.

"It's light."

He suddenly sighed in the bustling market filled with colorful lights and neon lights flickering alternately.

Suddenly he stabilized his body, clenched his cuffs tightly with five fingers, the air was filled with wisps of moisture, Shen Xing's eyes were like a fish swimming around, and suddenly settled on a person across the road.

He let go of his hand, and the whitened fingertips instantly warmed up, and the warm and light red color reappeared.

That person had already arrived in front of Shen Xing. He stared at the person in front of him for a while, his eyes slowly traced the corners of the other person's eyes and brows, and then slowly slid down. His eyes didn't feel sticky, so they didn't look hot.

How the night breeze passed by the other party lightly, that's how his eyes brushed past the other party.

Shen Xing's gaze followed that person's cheeks all the way down, and his gaze was fixed on the other's lips.

Deja Vu.

The next moment he realized that this person was Meng Xian.

If Meng Xian, who was wearing heavy makeup in women's clothing, was mature and charming, then Meng Xian, who was wearing simple house clothes with his face up to the sky at the moment, had a lot of edge, but no matter how he hid it, it was impossible to ignore.

Putting those thoughts aside, he just looked at the man.

"Shen Xing! What's wrong with you?" Meng Xian said.

Shen Xing shook his head and shifted his gaze to the street lights not far away, and then to the neon lights at a high place.

"What are you doing here?" Shen Xing staggered past Meng Xian and was about to leave.

"Pick you up." Meng Xian said.

Hearing this sentence, Shen Xing didn't know what he thought of, moved his lips and asked vaguely: "Are you really here to pick me up? Pick me up...to your house?"

Shen Xing also couldn't explain why he said that, he admitted that he really likes beautiful things, especially beautiful people, so in the same way, he likes Meng Xian.

Something seems wrong...