Waiting for you to fall a flower

In the season of plum blossoms, I stood alone by the sea. The sea breeze blew up my veil. I looked at the sea in the distance, and my mood drifted far away...

In the past few years, I have wandered around like a soulless ghost, floating everywhere.

My mother died, and my heart seemed to be hollowed out. Although I still had family, I didn't have the face to see them. Maybe they would take me in, but they wouldn't forgive me.

No one would forgive a woman who forced her father to death...

I depended on the money my mother left me to live a hard life. No matter where I went, I could see the news that North city was looking for me in newspapers, magazines, and tv.

Every time, I take a quiet look, then turn around and walk away.

Maybe what I really can't get through is the barrier in my heart...

When I returned to Xiangyang again, I was penniless. It was the new year, and there were very few people on the road. I was alone walking, walking, but I didn't know where the end was.

It was dark, and the night sky was full of colorful fireworks. The sound of children laughing echoed in my ears. Everyone was celebrating the new year. The first person's face was filled with a happy smile. Only I didn't feel any joy.

The new year was just a new round of loneliness for me.

Unknowingly, I actually walked to the front of the Ye family's big house, the door was closed, but I knew that it must be very lively inside. As long as I reached out and knocked on the door, I would no longer have to wander around, but I did not have the courage. Years of wandering life, I suffered from discrimination from others. Some naughty children like to tear off my veil and call me a monster. Over time, even myself began to hate me. Myself, but on second thought, when did I ever like myself...

I stood there for a long time, like a child with a low self-esteem. I lowered my head and sobbed softly. I missed my family more every new year. I would cry like this tonight. I couldn't control myself.

When there was a loud bang in the air above the courtyard and the brilliant fireworks dyed half the sky red, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and turned sadly away from the place that once filled me with hatred.

Late at night in the winter, scattered snowflakes began to fall. I hugged my thin body tightly and squatted in the corner of the road.

I thought that I might not survive this night. My body was trembling, but my heart was calm. Death was never a thing to be afraid of. Perhaps I would be like a little match girl who was taken away by my mother in heaven before dawn. From then on, I would be far away from loneliness, from everything, from the troubles of the world...

I don't know how long later, my mind has been gradually blurred, in a daze, a car stopped, and then, out of the car, a person slowly walked up to me, squatted down, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you..."

I shook my head feebly, not wanting to ask for help from anyone, not to mention getting charity from others.

He reached out a hand and stroked my forehead. I dodged in panic and was not used to meeting strangers.

Not discouraged, he reached out again, but this time, he seemed to want to take off my veil, and I yelled excitedly, "Get out of here..." The next second, he passed out unconscious...

When I woke up, I was lying in a strange bed, surrounded by strangers. I sat up in a panic. My first reaction was whether my veil was still there. Although I was already down and out, I still wanted to protect my poor self-esteem.

Feeling the veil still there, I heaved a sigh of relief and got out of bed. Slowly, I walked out of the bedroom and into the middle of a living room. I didn't know where it was, nor did I know who brought me here. When I looked for the owner of the house with uneasy eyes, someone patted me on the shoulder from behind.

I screamed sensitively and turned around. Standing in front of me was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked at me gently and comforted me, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

"Who are you..." I asked Nuonuo, vaguely remembering that he was the one squatting in front of me before I fainted.

"My surname is gao and my name is Gao Zian. You fainted last night, so I had to bring you home."

"Have you lifted my veil?"

I gradually calmed down. No one was not curious about a woman wearing a veil. Before I fainted, he wanted to pull my veil away. After I fainted, I gave him a chance.

"If I say I don't believe you?" He asked me with a smile.

Shaking his head, he said, "No."

"I'll tell you for sure, no."

"Why? Aren't you curious?"

He got up and poured me a glass of water. "Curiosity is curiosity," he said politely." But I don't think you want anyone to see your secret, so I should respect your privacy."

What he said shocked me. It was the only thing I had heard for so many years that I had to respect my privacy.

"Thank you." Whether it is true or not, I am sincerely grateful.

"Actually, I'm more curious than you are wearing a veil. Why are you squatting on the side of the road in the icy cold? Don't you have a family?"

"Yeah."

I was afraid that he would continue to ask, except for my appearance, which is my family, these two are the most I want to avoid.

"If you don't have a place to stay, you can stay with me."

Once again, I looked at the man opposite me in astonishment. He didn't even ask where my family went. It was really strange to me.

"Actually, my appearance..."

I wanted to tell him that I was disfigured and living here would scare him, but before I could finish, he interrupted me, "You have beautiful eyes."

This time, surprise was not enough to describe my feelings. This man, he was too deep, so deep that I couldn't see through him. If he didn't know what I wanted to say, how could he interrupt me and praise me for having beautiful eyes?

I got up angrily, "Sir, thank you for your kindness. No need."

"Wait a minute." He raised his head unhurriedly and looked me straight in the eye, "Do you think what I said just now actually means that I have seen your face? You're wrong. A woman wearing a veil, anyone with a brain can guess that she must have been disfigured. No one would be unwilling to let others see her because of her beauty."

When I looked back at him, I was at a loss because what he said was not unreasonable.

"You can live with me at ease. The weather is not good these days. If you squat on the side of the road again, you will die. God gave us life to live brilliantly, not to die sadly."

Somehow, I actually compromised, maybe not because I was afraid of death, but because I was curious about this man.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed, and I was gradually familiar with the unfamiliar environment, but with Gao Zian, I was still unfamiliar.

He left early and returned late every day. He lived a regular life, never asking questions that I didn't want to answer, and never getting involved in my privacy.

Finally, one day, I couldn't help but be curious and asked him, "Mr. Gao, I know that maybe I shouldn't ask, but I'm really curious. Why... Do you live alone?"

When I asked this question, I finally understood the people who wanted to peep at me, because curiosity is a kind of nature, not about good intentions or bad intentions.

He was silent for a moment. I saw a flash of loneliness in his eyes and quickly explained, "If you don't want to say it's okay, I'm just asking."

"You come with me."

He turned and went into the study. I followed him in. He took out a photo frame from the drawer of his desk. When I looked carefully, it was a picture of him and a woman. It looked like it was his wife.

"This is my wife. We love each other very much, but..."

He was a little sad. He closed his eyes and opened them again, "She's dead."

"Dead? Why?" I was a little surprised.

"Five years ago, she had bone cancer. Despite her strong desire to survive, she was unable to defeat death."

Unintentionally exposing other people's scars, seeing Gao Zian's sad appearance, and thinking of his father's attitude towards his mother, I couldn't help but feel a little more favorable towards this man in front of me.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears today, it would have been hard for me to believe that true love exists. It's just that some people don't have that blessing.

And I, perhaps the most miserable person, never even had the chance to brush past love...

"I'm sorry to have touched your heart."

I apologized guiltily, and he shook his head, "It doesn't matter. Life and death depend on fate. We can only blame our fate for being too shallow."

"Then don't you have children?"

"I have a daughter who is studying in the united states."

"She didn't come back to spend the new year with you?"

"Yeah."

Gao Zian's expression was a little gloomy. He smiled sadly, "I told her not to come back. This family is too lonely..."

Afraid that further questioning would only make him more upset, I quickly changed the subject: "Tonight, let me cook."

For the past month, Gao Zian came back at five o' clock every day, and then went to the kitchen to make dinner. He took care of me like a child, even though I said it many times, I could do it myself.

"Okay." He did not refuse.

I made a sumptuous dinner. He took out two bottles of french red wine and raised his glass, "Do you dare to drink it?"

I smiled, "Why not?" Not even afraid of death, but also afraid of drinking.

We sat facing each other, and he poured me half a glass of red wine. I leaned back and drank it all.

He frowned in surprise, "This is not how you drink wine. You have to taste it slowly before you can taste it."

"No, wine is as tasteless to me as life is."

Perhaps my words were too negative, but the truth is, a woman who buried her youth in hatred, life to me is just a cup of plain water.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at me meaningfully and concluded, "You are a woman with a story."

"No." I shook my head.

"You have, your eyes, betrayed your soul."