endless roses

Chapter 84 Meeting Fang Xue on Pingjiang Road
Coming out of the art museum, I saw a row of people waiting outside Taohuayuanji, the words "tailor-made clothes" hanging in the cheongsam shop, and many ordinary things.

Passing by a small shop, I ordered a cup of pearl milk tea. The clerk asked, "Do you make it with milk? If you use milk, add three yuan."

"What do you use without milk?"

"Creamer."

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This afternoon is a bit boring, and I often feel that way recently, with a faint desire for sustenance.

Looking directly at the sun, I am confused.Forget it, let's go, some friends always say, seeing me walking thoughtfully, blankly, this time the umbrella caught a vine, so I stopped and stood there in a daze to see, it was Muxianghua.Seeing a small green flying insect on his arm, he gently blows it away.There are two sunflowers under Maokong's window sill, which are so warm, and next to them are purple lantern flowers, small daisies, and Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum; There are Wu Fengcao and side sparrows in the fence, and the edges of the hosta leaves are slightly yellowed in the sun.It was a little spider that felt itchy on the arm, blow it off, and it fell into the flowers.

Being in the scenery is beautiful and boring.

Passing by a girl in a navy blue dress holding a bouquet of sunflowers, another in a camouflage hot skirt; several women in Tang and Song costumes; tourists of all kinds.

The store at the intersection of the northern road was recognized as "Cimu xxx" by Yu Guang, and I stepped back with doubts to see what the name was. It turned out to read "Native Fragrant Soup House"; a milk tea shop used Biluochun as an auxiliary ingredient, but I don't like it. This tea; the further you go, the smaller the alleyway, and the eaves can block most of the sunlight, and if you hold it, you may bump into pedestrians, so you put your umbrella on a step.First, I heard singing, and it turned out that there was an old-fashioned record player playing behind it, and a golden morning glory of the old century stood there.This is a shop selling Shanghai balm, and it was only at this time that I noticed the light fragrance in the air.

There is only a trace of power left in the mobile phone, and it is difficult to even get a shared power bank. After struggling for a while, the screen goes black.A little disturbed, Fang Xue said that he was already on the road before, and I am out of contact at the moment. In this era, it is very troublesome to not have a mobile phone.

So I planned to go to a certain pingtan shop, spend dozens of yuan to sit, and ask someone to help solve this problem by the way. I was looking for it on the road, and the white-haired old woman with an elegant temperament on the road asked me with a smile if I went to the shop to write a poem on my name. Shaking his head and walking by.

In the past, I was a little disdainful of this kind of "poetry writing", and it was just filling in words. Somewhere in a certain couplet, "pavilions, terraces, pavilions and pavilions" were used differently, or flowers and plants were added indiscriminately, and there were a few longing and praising endings.Suddenly, having an idea, he turned back and asked:
"Rich?"

"Ten dollars."

"Can you help me charge it?"

She went to the shop opposite to borrow an Apple charging cable for me, and greeted me to the guest seat.

On Wujinmu's case, there was his certificate on display, only the words "National" and "Association", so pitiful.

The gentleman, who wrote the poem, motioned for me to write the name.

He took the book and set a meeting, and asked what "Mei" meant. I said it was the junction of the river and the bank, where the water and grass were overgrown.

So I meditated, and made a song in minutes.

When it was over, the poet lit a cigarette, and I smelled the woody aroma, ink, and the lonely smell of second-hand smoke in the room.He took the piece of paper and glanced at it. It was really bad that he didn't read a whole sentence, so he smiled, took advantage of the situation, and accidentally sat on someone's antique pear wood chair. Behind it were some calligraphy and paintings he was quite proud of.

I waited quietly for the phone to wake up, there was an unembarrassing silence in the room.

Er, he smoked a cigarette and asked: Are you in school?I said yes.

After a long time, I asked: University?Answer In Soochow University, a sophomore.He nodded, dusted the smoke and returned to silence.

I sat calmly on that chair, glanced at the simple sandalwood armchair at the threshold, and the scrolls hanging on the wall, alas, it’s not easy, people either disdain or come here unintentionally, and he has only earned ten yuan for a long time , not to mention that I have already stated my intention: to recharge.Suddenly felt a little ironic, this behavior is also hateful, so humiliating no one's ambition and poetry.However, his writing is so random and bad, presumably his ambitions in the literary and art circles have long since disappeared, so it is not humiliating.

I breathed his lonely cigarette, and when I left, I said "thank you" to them with a warm smile. The poet was stunned for a few seconds and raised his head and said, "it's all right."

In fact, I didn’t know what to do except walking on the road. Someone was playing with the camera. I looked at a flower branch, and I was photographed when I stared blankly.

Sitting on a stone bench along the river, behind an ancient tree, there is a small singing stone standing at the root of the tree, playing a melody; a dusty old woman came and asked if I wanted the bottle, so I drank it quickly I handed her the last bite; now, it is the day of oleander, and the white ones are the flowers behind me. I randomly threw a piece of dead flower into the river to reunite it with its sisters; opposite is the hermit hotel, the peach blossom garden Remember the second store and the art gallery.

The leisurely cruise ship carried a group of people to the north, and the aunt who was paddling looked at me, and I responded with a smile.

A flower mosquito was on my arm, I clenched my fist and flung it out, and it flew away with just one touch.

The umbrella is not closed, and it is placed upside down by the feet. If there is rain, you can wait for the water. In winter, you can wait for the snow. Today, it is full of the dull air in the afternoon; another boat to clean up the floating algae passes by and goes under the small bridge. Turned around and turned back, leaning against me on the other side.

I love this job, going around the garden, talking to people, listening to the kids laughing without having to get involved.

Sitting on the workbench in the morning, I stare blankly at the cluster of snow-white eustoma from time to time. It is pure and elegant. Although it is an artificial flower, it seems to be able to smell a metaphysical fragrance.Mr. Pingtan taught a few words of Suzhou dialect and sang a piece of music. You would not have guessed that he sang Yebo at Fengqiao!Most of the dozen or so children who came were nine or ten years old, and they were accompanied by one or two parents. I felt a little relief for these little guys.Someone is taking care of them, and they are willing to play with them. No matter what the future holds, they are happy at the moment, so there is also a little bit of envy.Two little babies broke in outside the door and pulled the screen. They were so small and a little noisy.I winked at the parent and the older girl peacefully, signaling to be quiet, and they forked the two dolls out apologetically, and ran in again soon after.

I also like the large picture of snow scene called "Winter" in the exhibition hall downstairs, with snow lying on the clouds.That is Russia, no, it is the thousands of miles of ice in the Northland.As Uncle Cat said, "Russia's core is cold", and when I am still interested in reading intense works, I like the coldness in the clear eyes of Solzhenitsyn, Tuoshi and revolutionary noble youths who went to death; I am not interested in reading intense In today's works, I prefer Buning's coldness with intertwined contradictions and helplessness.

There was a boy sitting on the pier opposite, he stared at me, and when he realized it, I stared at him too, just watching, time was passing.He turned around.Hey, why do you always look at other people in the eye.Probably because I am used to people chatting or not chatting and looking into the eyes, it doesn't matter whether it is a stranger or not, unless I have Xiao Jiujiu in my heart, I never look away.

From the strong old trunk of the phlox oleander, a very tender twig is drawn out. The branch grows out, and the branch extends out, and the end ends with light-colored new leaves. It is like the magnolia tree I mentioned before, and A part is old, a part is born.Trees are like this, and the morals of this world are also contradictory and continue.

The word "serialization" you mentioned~ God, I didn't have this purpose. Serialization has an end. Interruption and ending are a kind of pre-set abrupt stop. I either flow endlessly or stop abruptly. stop, or stop abruptly and resume flowing.

In the small boat full of passengers, the girl at the stern took off the unsightly orange life jacket, and gently put it under the seat to chat with friends. The name "Jingxiu Cruise No. 22" was written on the hull of the boat. I heard someone talking about the prosperity and construction of Suzhou, and I thought to myself, it’s just a few travelers again, recalling Zheng Chouyu’s saying of returning to others, alas, a beautiful mistake, we are all travelers to the south of the Yangtze River; oleander The white flowers fall with the wind and flow into the water; the laughter of children; the Pingjiang courtyard on the left, and the sweet smell of a pastry shop wafting over, there must be some kind of soufflé in the shape of a Soviet-style ball; the next piece of boating is "No. 26".

A girl sat next to me, wearing a beautiful turquoise gauze dress, white sandals with slightly narrow straps, and a row of pearls on them, her gentle yellowish-brown braided hair, and two small daisy earrings; The white phlox blossoms still swagger; she got up and went away; and soon I was gone too.

Going to Yuanlin Road, the display screen of the barrier gate still scrolls the May [-]st parking discount; the old man who reads the blue advertisement page on the back of the newspaper is sitting on a circular chair around a tree, and behind him are two old women who are together. One is dignified and has nothing to do, the other is looking at pedestrians in a wheelchair; there is a white cartoon umbrella held by a girl in a green gauze skirt, which I have thought about buying; the grandmother of the sanitation worker walks out of the whole family, holding a cone, pink The colored ice cream should be strawberry flavored; before Fang Xue came, I quickly ate another ice cream, a cup of classic latte for myself, and brought her a bottle of Blue Mountain; Looking at the occasional falling leaves, looking at the cruise ship carrying a group of people passing by.

The white taxi, he backed up slowly, and when I was about to bump into it, I gave a light "ah" and made a half gesture of "no". He couldn't notice it in the car, and then slowly bumped into the electric pole, the man touched it He got out of the car and checked his forehead. He smiled bitterly and kindly with an immature technology. big.

The old man turned the newspaper aside after bumping into it, and said "Hey" in the high-pitched version of the old man's version, did he swallow the next sentence that should have been "be careful, you're okay"; I heard the faint message again Pingtan from where is it coming from, soft and soft, Wu Nong's soft voice; the old lady selling garlands is sitting under the railing of the bridge opposite, and pedestrians will stretch out the small bamboo sieve with flowers to ask when they pass by. But I won't buy it.Many people sell garlands, they are so pitiful, I just pretend to pity others, but I can’t help, either walk by indifferently or just look on, this is a very shameful and natural thing; the old man is still reading the newspaper; I touched Put down the rotting plastic sign that says "Parking is full".

A small object fell from the telegraph pole, making a metallic sound, and another leaf fell, red; and its companion landed on the back of my neck. At first, I mistook it for a bug and dusted it off for a long time.

A thin pink silk cheongsam girl and her boyfriend; many three-wheeled motorcycles; a Tesla hahaha, this car has such a smooth curve, the owner should also pay attention to the recent news of this brand, has there been one? A trace of panic; pedaling a tricycle, I raised my head, and the dark-skinned man with a cigarette in his mouth asked "Where are you going?" I pursed my lips and shook my head lightly with a smile. I also know that the business on the road is slim.

I don’t want to watch, these people and things are simple and ordinary, they happen every day, and I can’t finish talking about them in a lifetime. They are boring, bustling, boring and lively.

When I was in junior high school, I had two kinds of gait, one was daily brisk walking, not in a hurry, but I was used to walking fast; gait.A ten-horse horse can also go far, not deliberately slow, it is a mixture of a certain kind of comfort and doing nothing, so the occasional posture of walking is similar to "style".If the force point is on the outside of the heel, it will be more elegant; if the force is evenly distributed to the sole of the foot, it will be more modern; when the thoughts are full, it will probably be light.

It's not deliberate, I noticed it after thinking about it today.Who cares about these trivial routines, after all, it is very boring to put the beard outside or inside in the story.But whoever asks these details, I can basically tell them all, because I may have paid attention to them when it was extremely boring.

There is a Subang restaurant opposite, duh, maybe I will talk about the food sometime.Although I don't use chopsticks for many, I can still say a few words about the recipe and the wonderful taste.Appreciation, no contact because the ingredients are not very edible, even if the materials and methods are very simple, things that pay attention to workmanship always attract me.

The umbrella is carried on the neck, not the shoulders, the trapezius muscle, which is equivalent to the "Mae" of the neck and shoulders, at the intersection of the neck and shoulders, hahaha, occasionally the face at the corner of the mouth is used to prevent it from falling; after walking for a long time, Sweating profusely, those who don’t know think it’s a highlight; the security uncle is knocking on his arm; the girl with ghostly glasses and the fat man with sunglasses, I want to buy sunglasses too!It’s so cool; I overestimated myself in the morning, and simply put on a layer of pearlescent loose powder. Well, my face now is like a layer of cream on the outside of a milk-flavored shortbread. It’s not refreshing, so pitiful; At the restaurant, she handed me a glass of red drink, I smiled and shook my head, she said: "Taste it, try it", I thought: I don't want to drink it, and I don't worry about you being poisoned, it's just that there is pigment in this small cup. There are a lot, and if I stop now, the rhythm will be out of order; the silk scarf cheongsam shop, a child's Hanfu on the table behind the glass door, a blue tube top, and the unrefined but cute patterns on the myrobalan skirt , its gauze skirt swings slightly in the setting sun.

I thought the lady had several pigtails, well, it turned out to be the little ears on the black hat; the Walkman is a good thing, it can disperse the power consumption of the mobile phone, although it still encounters the dilemma of a black screen.

Is it better for Xiao Su to go blind, otherwise, he will look at this and that, as if he can't be free, all these scenes run into his mind by himself, so tired.If you are blind, you can still listen. If you don’t understand, you can still feel. Is it possible to use Braille to find out a book of the world like Helen Keller; if the feeling is gone, you are a vegetable?Then I must have been in the dream for a long time, and the dream is also a world, and I have been able to handle it with ease.

However, all these things and thoughts are just scenery to me.

Don't care about these, I'm still looking for people who can stimulate my interest.

If there is, I will cherish and indulge in it forever, it will not deteriorate, this is the way I love.It can flow, it can change, and it doesn't need to belong to me. However, once things are recognized, they must be cherished forever.

What comes to mind now, let him talk about it.I don't care about my father's current situation, I don't care about his company and other things, but I will miss it, and even occasionally appear in my dreams.Of course, this does not mean that he should appear by his side and continue to get along happily, it does not mean that he has to say a few words that are not painful, it does not mean that he needs to know that he is still loved in this world.I would even say to myself vainly, as for my father, best wishes forever.What I wish is good is what the blessed person thinks is good, not mine. If he likes money now, it is to bless him with abundant wealth. If he hates loneliness, it is to wish him to be confidant. "Good" means that the wish is well fulfilled.

In fact, it’s a bit hypocritical. I keep saying that I miss him, even if he really died suddenly, it’s not a big deal. At most, I will feel heartache when I think of it, and separate the real and specific personnel from the illusory thoughts.Blessings too.

Now it seems that they are also saying extremely contradictory words, but it is difficult to express, and the huge difference is indeed well known.

Just use him as an example.There are too many other things that I think about, and I usually ignore them, but when I think of them, there are so many people and things that I bid farewell to in dreams and in reality. The illusory and distant sustenance is what I miss and love.

I mentioned the distinction between noise and silence before, and my answer is: because there are too many, there is no center of gravity. They are crowded and piled up together, so I don’t care much about them.

The attitude towards everything is like this, those who are around, cherish; those who are not around, forever, best wishes.Best wishes, I wish this person the happiness they think they think, this is one of my ways of respect and love.

The man was wearing earphones, looking at the singing boat. I think he didn’t see it visually, but heard the fisherman’s song; The girl in the T-shirt walked by, and from the corner of my eye I saw that she seemed to be a girl who used to be at the same table as me, but she looked up again; Hanfu, court ladies and ladies, hot attire and floral skirts.

In this way, fine pieces have no center of gravity.

In a way, minecraft doesn't go bad.Because we regard some kind of abstract thing as more solemn than concrete things in reality, once it is not, it will never be, and there is nothing to regret, so there is no regret.

Today I told my partners that I am used to making exclusions, which I am good at, and I still hesitate when it comes to specific choices.And exclusion has always been decisive and firm.No, it doesn't even count as firmness, and it's not really a matter of concern when it's naturally ruled out.Confused for a while, that's when I spent the longest time wondering if it was, or if it was at all.When I really understand that I don't love, everything is suddenly clear, and I feel truly and beautifully relieved.

The discarded slant, not mine.

Don't worry about it.Even in my many vain thoughts, if there is no such paragraph, it is so overbearing and unreasonable.You always have to go through some things. If you said that you still cared about many specific personnel and things before, then you will have a whole willful game life after that, so you can be chic.But the pain in this paragraph is also real. I have never spent so long to confirm an exclusion item, whether it is deception or oath, no matter how the incident flows, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.I don't know how to endure this kind of life if one day I can only convince myself to distort what is not into what is.Although it really happened, it cannot and need not be denied.The past is also in the past, and I, who still cares about everything, freeze in my 20-year-old life.

As for Wang Guowei's syllogism that has been quoted badly, few people know that the most difficult step is the second step.There are very few people who can see that the mountain is not the mountain. The vast majority of people are just circulating on the first level, mistakenly thinking that the realm has gone up. Of course, the girl who is talking nonsense at this moment may not know it like them.This road is the most difficult, but it is over, and it is over.

A rickshaw passed by, and the driver's voice drifted over. The Suzhou people's granary is called Jinguli, etc. The passenger in the back seat muttered "Gancangli", but he didn't hear it clearly.Okay, Fang Xue is here, it's past four o'clock.If someone is with you, you can’t watch and think like this. You probably have a lot of fun later on, and you’re starting to let go, eating and drinking.

It's not that I don't care about things, it's just that there are very few things, and ordinary things can hardly be touched. Then, whether I care about it or not, it is dispensable, light and light. I never think that no one belongs to anyone, and no one does not belong to someone. , this life is very short, and I prefer to walk lightly in my future life.

From the corner of the eye, I saw the sparrows jumping on the bluestone floor tiles under my feet, and looked at these little creatures with relief. They seemed to be indifferent. Of course, only the little ones can understand the difficulty of survival; Lanterns are pinned one by one, fiery red and gold are intertwined, and the hanging tassels are lightly swinging; a certain household just closed the door and handcrafted, it is time, and I was always in summer in Zhejiang many years ago. In the evening, I stood there quietly watching him pull down the shutter door, and then went for a walk.

I went to a certain cat café with Fang Xue, and saw the kitten sleeping in a box. We stroked the cat, and its body undulated slightly with breathing.Ice cream cake, hers is strawberry milk, I ordered a cup of mojito, warm in the sunset, a little sleepy, a little lazy.

June 5, afternoon
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