Obviously, this is a fresh rose that has just been picked.
Is he back?
The girl stood at the door and looked at the rose, trying to feel the freshness with a little soil through the space.
Princesa didn't buy the red roses he gave her when he first met her.
"Hello, this girl, I'm a photographer. Can you be my model? I want to take a picture of you. " Pass the rose respectfully in one hand and stick it behind your back in the other, like a gentleman who invites a lady to dance at a dinner party.
The girl didn't know how to refuse at the moment, and nodded silently like a tie, which was the default.
Who is he?
Attracted by his eyes or shocked by his aura?
Or is it because this gentleman really has a camera?
On the bluestone board, the girl's high heels stepped on a different rhyme, mixed with the intermittent rain of Mao Mao, like rain and sigh.
"Well, you take an umbrella and roses, just be natural, right, sideways." The girl stood on the bridge, immersed in the tenderness of this water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
What fresh flowers and fresh running water. The water under the bridge, the rain in the sky and the roses in her hands make the girl look intoxicated, and she can't tell whether it is the muddy smell on the roses or the muddy smell brought by raindrops. Girls like the smell.
Click, the moment when the girl lost her mind happened to be accurately captured.
"If you don't mind, three days later, I will still be on this bridge. I'll develop the photos for you. " His voice is rich and magnetic, full of tenderness.
The girl nodded by default and left with an umbrella.
Looking back, the rose has been inserted in the beer bottle, which is the beer left by the girl last night. The girl couldn't help laughing.
Three days later.
The roses in the beer bottle are still blooming and seem to be more gorgeous. The green beer bottle looks like a rose leaf.
It's just that the girl didn't show up, only the gentleman by the bridge was still holding a rose with fresh soil in one hand and a camera hanging on his chest, as if looking for the protagonist of the next shot.
It's just that the protagonist never appeared, from sunrise to sunset.
The night was quiet, and the girl stood at the window, drinking beer and staring at the rose in a daze.
I fell asleep until I felt sleepy.
The sunshine climbed up the girl's cheek along the windowsill again, and the girl stretched herself and began to dress up. It seems that a mouse was chewing something gently and skillfully, and suddenly it disappeared.
Another sunny day, the girl picked up the beer she didn't finish last night.
With a cry, the door opened again and the sun broke in, which was equivalent to throwing all his warmth into this slightly wet room.
What is this?
A wooden box is pressed against the door frame, with a fresh rose on it, just like the one inserted in a beer bottle.
The girl turned back to her room and opened the wooden box. That's the photo of that day, black umbrella, white cheongsam, white high heels, fresh red roses and green bridge water.
The girl's mouth rose slightly, pressed the photo under the beer bottle and inserted the rose into the beer bottle.
"Hello, girl, I'm sorry to bother you. I didn't see you on the bridge the day before yesterday. I don't know if you are okay, I just want to fulfill my promise to you that day. So I went door to door with photos and learned that you might still live here. Please forgive my intrusion. I'm leaving here, so goodbye! "
There is a letter in the wooden box, and the ink is still there.
Three months later, the girl ran into him in the street again, just like three months ago, with a camera hanging, modest and gentle as jade, but that's all.
"Long time no see"
The girl still just nodded and remained silent, only the sound of rain.
Two people walked quietly in parallel. One of them accidentally stepped into a small ditch with the girl's heel. He reached out and took her hand and smiled at each other.
Under the black umbrella, the girl felt the temperature of his palm, which was warm.
With a cry, the girl opened the door, and a row of beer bottles on the windowsill was just empty, as if waiting for something.
"This bottle was originally filled with the first rose you gave me, but the flower has withered and only the bottle is still there."
"That's the second rose I gave you." His eyes were so firm that the girl suddenly felt that he looked familiar.
When did he send me my first rose? The girl stepped back and looked out the window to remember.
He said, "Three years ago, you and your mother stayed in an inn for one night. Because of lack of funds, when your mother was going to take dowry jewelry as collateral, you refused to live or die. I saw that your stubborn eyes were about to cry, so I helped you. Later, I asked the shopkeeper to send you a red rose. "
Girl, turn around.
"The last time I saw you here, it was accidental. Seeing your loss, I don't know how to ask about your recent situation. "
Three months ago, her mother died suddenly, and the girl had no relatives. She drank and cried in the room where her mother lived and worked, and refused to go out for a long time until she felt something was in a trance. She seems to have some impression of the person in front of her.
The second rose, there is such a fate in the world.
The girl fell asleep in his arms. The girl slept so well for the first time since her mother died.
The next morning, the girl woke up with a rose lying quietly on the pillow, with the freshness of the earth.