tall rose

Chapter 31 XXXI

I didn't know where I was going, so I just made a sudden idea, and wandered aimlessly along the road in front of the lamp in front of me.

Probably arrived at the nearest bus stop sign, Yang Sheng looked at it line by line by light, not sure how much to sit.

Xia Zang said, "The car is here."

The white light illuminated half of the stop sign, and Yang Sheng didn't see the numbers in the floating red letters on the front of the car, so Xia Zang pulled his arm and stepped into the car door.

The fare is one yuan and five per person, and the banknotes are put in the box, and you can sit from here to the unknown terminal.

The interior of the carriage was very empty, with two sporadic people sitting near the front of the car.

Xia Zang dragged Yang Sheng to the back of the car and sat side by side in the last row; Xia Zang was by the window and Yang Sheng was by the aisle.

The window was half open, and the wind slowly blew in, and the warm yellow light on the window glass was covered with a layer of shadow for a while, and then diluted for a while.

The street scene was left behind the car all the way, Yang Sheng went to have a look, and could only see the street trees and the buildings going back.

Xia Zang didn't say where he wanted to go, maybe Xia Zang didn't know where he wanted to go.

But Yang Sheng wanted to listen to him, wanted to follow him, it didn't matter where he went, he could go anywhere.

The driver stopped several times on the way, people went down, and people came up again.

Sporadic conversations resounded in the carriage, and were quickly carried away by the cool wind outside the window.

During this time, neither of them spoke, they sat upright, only the corners of their clothes overlapped because of being too long.

Yang Sheng tried to retract his hands into the wide sleeves of his denim jacket, and then stretched out his fingertips to fasten the cuffs, waving his hands up and down like a conscientious beckoning cat at the entrance of a restaurant.

Xia Zang was originally looking at the scenery, he should be looking at it, he kept staring out of the window with his head tilted, but now he turned his gaze over and asked with a light smile, "What are you doing?"

"Catch the elf in the shadow." Yang Sheng said seriously.

"Did you catch it?" Xia Zang also asked with interest.

Yang Sheng leaned over to him, raised his hand, stroked his trembling eyelashes, and clasped his hands again.

"Caught."

Xia Zang smiled with lowered eyes, he might feel helpless towards Yang Sheng being so childish, but he still took Yang Sheng's hand and straightened the cowboy's sleeves.

The car stopped slowly again, Xia Zang said, "Get out of the car."

I didn't know what the name of the station was, but when we got to the riverside, when Yang Sheng jumped out of the car, he was shivered by the steamy wind, and his whole body relaxed.

But this area is just far away from residential areas. There are only fat bread buses swaying away on the road, and occasionally people who run for a night or two pass by on the sidewalk.

Fortunately, the street lamps were powerful, and in conjunction with the moon, they illuminated all the roadblocks in the distance, allowing Yang Sheng and Xia Zang to come to the railing without hindrance.

In the night, the surface of the river is shimmering with silver light, swaying like a big coffee jelly sprinkled with coconut flakes at the foot of the mountains.

With his palms on the stone railing, his hands felt slightly chilly, Yang Sheng said, "Sure enough, it's better to be closer to the river, because you can't see anything here yet."

"Then let's walk around, I think there should be a passage down to the riverside." Xia Zang said.

Then I started wandering again, with a purpose, but I didn't know where the destination was.

Occasionally, some black shadows flitted across the air. Xia Zang said they were bats, or maybe they were moths.

But it didn't affect them. Yang Sheng walked along the brick line step by step, as if crossing a single-plank bridge.

Then his footsteps slipped for no reason, and he almost fell down because of sprains. Fortunately, Xia Zang was beside him and gave him a hand.

"Here, the passage." After holding him firmly, Xia Zang pointed to the gap in the stone railing in front of him. The two walked closer and looked down. There was a section of stairs that did not enter the river.

Now is the dry season, they took advantage of the street lights and the moon on the dome to go straight down a dozen steps, only to catch a glimpse of the river water licking the top of the stone steps.

One after another, one after another, they lost the protection of the street lamps, and they came to the realm of the moonlight and the river water. The coolness and fishiness of the water vapor rushed to their faces, and only the sound of the waves hitting the shore was left in their ears. A person's shallow and gentle breathing.

"Let's go here, there will be water all the way down." Xia Zang said, still pinching Yang Sheng's cuff.

"En." Yang Sheng echoed, subconsciously leading Xia Zang back.

After keeping a safe distance, the river is still the lovely big jelly, and the mountains are its continuous chocolate decorations.

It's a pity that Yang Sheng and Xia Zang are just a pair of insignificant mortals, who can't taste the dessert of God.

All of a sudden, the mountains and rivers are dim and the sky is vast, only the bright moon reflects the mountains, rivers, plants and trees without prejudice, and they are like a drop in the ocean.

When he realizes that he is small, he will easily feel lonely, and after being lonely, he will forget himself in this solitude. This is the experience Yang Sheng gained from looking at the sky, clouds, mountains and water by himself.

As if alone, watching over the scene of all things; and all things rightfully forgot him.

Loneliness is an intractable poison, but its antidote is so simple and pure.

As long as there is such a person by your side when looking at the sky, clouds, mountains and water, you can find your own place.

Xia Zang is that person.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, but the wind by the river was cold and damp, and Yang Sheng felt that his hands were also soaked in water vapor, and he was trembling a little at the moment.

Xia Zang clasped his hand.

Strangely, Xia Zang's hand was always warm and comfortable to hold.

"Let's go." Xia Zang said, as if he had read his mind, "The wind here is still too cold."

So they set off again, but they didn't let go of their clasped hands.

Yang Sheng's mind was empty and he didn't think about anything.

Just like this, one after the other, kicking the fine footsteps, like two ungrown stags in the forest, they went to the water source with the most primitive and pure thoughts.

The young people were ignorant, followed the pace of the elders and stopped, and then heard a burst of pleasant wind chimes.

The water source... no, it's a flower shop.

Before entering the door, the face is full of fragrance.

"Go in and have a look?" Xia Zang asked, the wooden door of the flower shop was half closed, revealing warm yellow light.

"Look, they're here anyway." Yang Sheng nodded.

Climbing on the creaking wooden platform, the large green plants on both sides slowly swayed their branches and leaves; Xia Zang pushed open the door with the small wooden sign of "Welcome", and you will see layers of various warm colors. flowers.

The female shopkeeper is sitting on a pony bed surrounded by bouquets of roses, and is concentrating on trimming the excess thorns and branches.

"What flowers do you want to buy, both of you?" the female shopkeeper asked softly, but she didn't look up.

Seeing that she was holding a rose-red flower bud, Yang Sheng only blew lightly, and the flower twirled and bloomed crimson.

"Buy the rose in your hand." Yang Sheng said, "Can you sell one?"

"Here, the left and right are doing business." The shopkeeper looked up, shaking the flower branch slightly and said with a smile, "Is it a gift for your sweetheart? I usually don't buy roses for myself."

But I do want one for myself.

Yang Sheng murmured weakly in his heart, and his sweetheart was right next to him, so there would be big problems if he did.

"Do you still want to buy it?" Seeing his sudden silence, Xia Zang asked.

"I think." Yang Sheng was a sincere boy, "Although I don't know who it is for..."

"For classmate Jiang, you have such a good relationship with him." Xia Zang narrowed his eyes, and let go of Yang Sheng's hand calmly.

But after covering it for a while, it has already turned from cold to warm.

Yang Sheng subconsciously twirled the temperature of his fingertips, and retorted: "I said it all, he and I are just ordinary friends, who will send roses to friends."

When Yang Sheng read out an apparently simple fact, it was a grievance, as if being blamed by Xia Zang.

"The young lovers have conflicts?" The shopkeeper beside him teased with a smile.

Xia Zang frowned and explained: "No."

"Yes, we are brothers." Yang Sheng added, and then laughed at himself, "And there are no two boys who are lovers."

The shopkeeper looked at them for a while, "Are you kidding, do you want more flowers?"

"Yes." This time Xia Zang answered straight away.

"Then I want it too." Yang Sheng made a point of smashing it, and continued, an emotion suddenly surged up in his heart and stuck in his throat.

They bought one flower for each of them, being stingy, the shopkeeper didn't care, and took a red one and a white one according to their request.

Originally, Yang Sheng wanted that branch of red, but Xia Zang picked it up before him.

By coincidence, Yang Sheng picked out a white branch, and he knew that there were many beautiful red ones beside it.

After paying separately, and thanking the owner back and forth, the wind chimes were still jingling when they walked out the door.

Xia Zang took two steps in front of Yang Sheng, holding his flowers, without looking back.

The emotion stuck in his throat slowly spread, Yang Sheng cleared his throat, and asked, "Brother, are you jealous?"

It's a little pantothenic acid, but also a little sweet, Yang Sheng heard Xia Zang say: "I'm just a little unhappy, but it really doesn't make sense."

"If you're not happy, you're not happy. What's the reason?" Yang Sheng jumped in front of Xia Zang and handed the flower over, "I'll give you Huahua, don't be unhappy."

The green branches are dotted with a snow that comes early in winter, Yang Sheng thinks this rose looks like Xia Zang.

White, cool, and soft.

Roses should be sent to sweethearts, the shopkeeper was right, and many feelings that the young man wanted to conceal were all ready to come out from this.

Xia Zang will understand, will he know?

But when Rose offered her hand and was caught by Xia Zang, Yang Sheng felt that whether he knew it was no longer important.

Xia Zang liked this rose very much, his fair cheeks were dyed rouge red with joy, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was also very different from before.

It seemed to be an unexpected surprise.

"This is for you." Xia Zang handed him back the red rose.

"Ah, ah?" Yang Sheng caught it stupidly, feeling that this direction was a bit beyond his expectation.

Xia Zang said softly, "I originally bought this flower just to see if you like it."

Seems to have figured out something.

Xia Zang caressed the petals of the white rose, and wandered into the sky silently.

He rushed back to the classroom before the end of the last class, and was scolded by the old class without any accident, probably the same with Yang Sheng.

This time, he was indeed reckless and reckless.

Fortunately, Lao Ban thought he hadn't had such a big problem since high school, so after the training, he sent him to write a self-criticism.

But he was not in the mood to pick up a pen, and stared at the petals in a daze in the last class until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

When I saw Yang Sheng again when I went out, I couldn't help but catch my breath.

My heart is beating like thunder.

"I'll get a bottle when I go back and keep the flowers in water. They should be able to bloom for a while." Yang Sheng guarded the branch of red roses like he was guarding a beating heart.

Xia Zang smelled the fragrance of rose petals, and they held the rose with their fingertips.

In the intertwined line of sight.

"Well, your homeroom teacher didn't punish you, did you?" Xia Zang asked, and walked out of the corridor of the teaching building side by side with Yang Sheng.

"Just scolded me," Yang Sheng couldn't let go of the corner of his mouth, he was happier than getting a score of [-] in the exam, "Tell me not to be an example."

"But I'm really sorry for the old man. I didn't have his class tonight, but he told me that he was catching up with the latest popular drama, and he came to the office just because of me."

Xia Zang also said guiltily: "It's my fault, my fault."

"Damn, what are you doing to your heart?" Yang Sheng stretched out his hand and squeezed his arm, "We are accomplices, and you didn't tie me to skip class."

"All right, but I'm also the mastermind." Xia Zang smiled, "You are at best an accessory."

"You've taken all the advantages and disadvantages, is it reasonable?" Yang Sheng said helplessly.

"I'm happy, happy to be unreasonable." Xia Zang said.

The bud in my heart grows like a spring rain.

What will grow out of it?

Xia Zang said silently: "Rose."

As a result, the branch spread out a magnificent crimson, and three thorns sprouted.

There is no danger in having thorns, just blooming wantonly like a bright cinnabar mole.

Back at the residence, Xia Zang went to wash up first, while Yang Sheng searched for plastic bottles to arrange flowers.

Red and white roses, put together, are the best match.

Xia Zang stood quietly at the door of the bathroom, watching Yang Sheng play with the flowers with bated breath.

After a while, he saw Yang Sheng gently and quickly kissed the petals of the white rose, and his expression was a little pious.

Xia Zang pretended nothing happened, and walked slowly to the desk, "Go wash up."

Yang Sheng raised his face and smiled sarcastically, as if a little embarrassed, "I see, brother."

But he didn't know that Xia Zang actually saw everything.

And Xia Zang, who had seen everything, didn't want to ask what to expose, but thought that Yang Sheng's lips should be as soft as petals.

He understood that this desire to grow as lush as midsummer grass was his possession of Yang Sheng.

I don't want Yang Sheng to be snatched away by someone else.

That's why I'm not happy, that's why I'm jealous...

What is it called?

Xia Zang smiled hoarsely, although it was nothing, but Yang Sheng kissed the rose.

He shouldn't be stupid, since he knows what that white rose represents.

It has the same meaning as the red rose in his heart.

The important person, the unique person, wants to possess the person who stays.

My light, my rose, my bloodless brother, my only friend.

Mine, mine.

My voice.

The author has something to say:

I don't know what to say in this chapter, so let's set off fireworks for everyone.