Chen Xia

Chapter 39 Camellia

On the streets in winter, the desolate wind is a bit cold, and it can pass through the thick cotton wool and blow into people's bones. In the old city, few people are willing to walk in the cold wind, only a group of people who are running around in thick jackets for their lives .

Before going out, Ye Mian put on a pair of thick gloves and a scarf, even so, her teeth chattered from the cold.

Her breath turned into mist along with the coldness. She opened the door and saw Jiang Chen standing outside.

The distance was less than ten meters, and Ye Mian could see clearly that the young man was wearing a black overcoat, with a tall and straight body, holding a pink box in his hand with a camellia wrapped around it.

There was a cold mist between the two of them, and Ye Mian could still see his hands with frozen red knuckles.

She walked over with small steps, looked up at him, and asked, "Why did you come so early?"

Jiang Chen's fingers holding the box moved slightly, and he lowered his eyelashes, "Are you early?"

He felt a little embarrassed.

As I have been busy these past few days, I have been thinking about what gifts the girl wants.

This is undoubtedly a troublesome question.

After choosing a gift.

I remember someone said that girls still like flowers.

But it is winter now, the flowers are withered, and no flower shop is open.

In this city, few people will go to the suburbs to climb mountains at four o'clock.

At that time, the sun had not yet risen, and the farthest place was also endlessly dark. There was cold fog in the mountains and forests, and dew condensed on the leaves.

At the farmer's house in the morning, he picked a camellia with the most complete petals.

But she didn't say what time to arrive.

He was afraid of being disturbed, so he stood outside the door and waited when he came back.

Ye Mian also realized that she didn't tell her the time that day. She opened the door to her home and said in a soft tone: "No, it's just the right time. You can come in first. Thank you for coming to celebrate my birthday."

In the past, the two had little contact, and she rarely smiled like this.

The eyes are like a crescent moon, and the soft hair is floating in the cold wind and is coated with a layer of golden light by the rising sun.

Jiang Chen was extremely sensitive, knowing that the girl was just an excuse.

He should have come early.

So he didn't go in, but just took out his gift.

Standing behind her, her appearance was reflected in his eyes.

"This is a present for you."

Ye Mian was stunned, then reached out to take the box, his eyes falling on the camellia.

The camellias are blooming brightly, the forks on the branches have been carefully pulled out, and the tails seem to have been broken off by someone, and then torn off very flat.

It wasn't just randomly found in a flower shop to sell, it was picked by Jiang Chen himself! ! !
Residents in the vicinity prefer jasmine or chrysanthemums for planting flowers, and they all wither in winter.

Such bright and warm flowers...

Not at this time.

The wind picked up that day, blowing on Ye Mian's face, she heard her heart beating rhythmically twice.

This kind of gift...

Who can resist this! ! !

But it's too deadly! !

Her girlish heart was about to explode.

Ye Mian didn't dare to show the slightest bit of turmoil in her heart.

She held the gift in front of her, raised her eyes to meet Jiang Chen's eyes, and smiled: "Thank you, I like it very much."

"Really?" Jiang Chen looked at her, looked at the scarf around her neck that had been blown off by the wind, hooked it with his fingertips and put it back on her shoulders, and said with a faint smile in a low voice: "I haven't even taken it apart yet. Do you like it?"

Following his movements, Ye Mian's heartbeat was about to explode, and her mind went blank.

She wanted to say that I would like whatever you gave her, but she didn't have the guts.

But liking at this age has never been something that can be announced.

She could only open her eyes and say seriously: "Yes, this is a gift. No matter what it is, it will make people very happy."

In the deep Qingshui Lane, the wind blows frequently.

Jiang Chen smiled again, and nodded lightly, "Well, then I'll go back."

Ye Mian was at a loss for a moment, "Why don't you come in and sit down? I haven't eaten the cake yet."

Jiang Chen was silent for a long time and then said: "I won't eat anymore, I still have a part-time job."

"In a hurry?"

"Ah."

Ye Mian wanted to persuade, but finally closed her mouth.

This year, Jiang Chen didn't even have time to get a good night's sleep.

We couldn't eat cake together, but Jiang Chen still prepared a gift for her.

Ye Mian lowered her head and looked at his hands, the whiteness was slightly red.

She said: "Wait a moment." Then she quickly ran into the house.

It took several minutes to run out again.

"You take these and eat them for a while."

Ye Mian slowly stuffed the paper bag in her hand to Jiang Chen, which contained her hot sandwiches and milk and eggs in the morning, and she planned to eat them when she came back later.

It's so early, Jiang Chen must have not eaten breakfast.

Then, she took out a pair of black cotton gloves, which her father had kept at home, unused.

Opening the packing bag, she put the gloves into Jiang Chen's hands, and whispered: "It's cold, you wear them, take them off when you get to the place, your hands will feel more comfortable."

Jiang Chen lowered his head, and the moment he saw the gloves, he was slightly stunned.

Then he shook his head and said softly, "Why are you sending things out on your birthday?"

When he asked this, Ye Mian was slightly at a loss, afraid that he wouldn't want it. She calmed down and said with a smile: "I accepted your gift, so I have to give you a gift in return. This is my blessing."

When he said this, Ye Mian didn't dare to look into his eyes.

She suddenly thought of the nurse Jiang Chen paid for herself, and the sanitary napkins she bought for her late at night.

For him now, nothing is cheap.

What kind of gift is a pair of gloves?

What she owes Jiang Chen is far from enough.

Right now, Ye Mian has the purest kindness, she speaks loudly, with persistence in her eyes, as if everyone is like this.

Jiang Chen took a look at the paper bag. It was still steaming and he saw that it was what the little girl was going to eat.

He lifted the paper bag and hung it on the door lock, holding his gloves and nodding: "Thank you, I'll keep breakfast for myself."

After a pause, he lowered his head slightly and looked level with Ye Mian, "Ye Mian, happy birthday."

The boy's eyebrows and eyes were too dazzling, lighting up the whole morning in early winter.

"Thank you... thank you."

Ye Mian's blood rushed to the tips of his ears, and his heartbeat was speeding up crazily.

She thought, this is the first time Jiang Chen wished her a happy birthday.

I don't know how many more times there will be in the future.

But she is really happy right now.

A few seconds later, Jiang Chen smiled, then turned around and left.

In the cold wind, Ye Mian stretched out her hand to touch her face
Hot, fiery.

She watched his background disappear and went back lazily carrying breakfast. Although she was happy, she felt empty in her heart.

In the end is no experience.

I don't know when it started. She wants to see someone so desperately that she will feel sad when he leaves.

I am even more afraid of the day when the gap between the two will widen.

It seems that it started from that day when I made my mind clear.

she thinks.

Like really is the most terrible thing.

It's like being soaked in yellow skin juice, and then wrapped in a soft cotton cloth, even the air you breathe smells sour and sweet.

Easily out of control.

(End of this chapter)