Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 191 (Autumn Osmanthus Fragrance)
Half an acre of osmanthus, fragrant in early autumn.

She once asked me whether the flowers that bloom in autumn would be cold. At that time, it was the season of sweet-scented osmanthus. The wind went two or three miles, and the light autumn swayed on her raised hair, and the smell of the warm autumn sun was everywhere. .I looked up at the star-pointed osmanthus flowers that depended on each other, and replied, "If they feel cold, they will wither, just like osmanthus flowers will always fall in winter."

"I think they're just cold." She was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice.

She is a somewhat naive and stubborn girl, so unnecessary disputes, big and small, are brewing in many unnecessary topics, unfolding in inconspicuous details, going round and round to the end, and I don't know who the stubborn person is, I understand her occasional little sadness, but I can't say anything to comfort her. I am so out of tune with her autumn, but even so, autumn still moves forward year by year, and the annual rings of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree expand round by round. , we sat on the green leather train named Youth, full of vitality.

Later, I understood why she felt that the flowers blooming in autumn would be cold. The reason was because her autumn was cold and she herself was cold.I have no way of knowing everything after that, perhaps because I missed the details from her mouth, and I couldn’t put together a complete story. After walking a long way, I realized that the people around me were no longer there.

There is a line of lyrics in "Nanshan South", which is still vivid on the last postcard she gave me: "You are snowing in the bright sun in the south, and I am like spring in the cold night in the north. It is close at hand, but seems Thousands of miles apart, the furthest distance is nothing more than that. I also gave her the last hug. I never expected that this hug would keep her in that autumn forever. In the years since then, I finally felt the cold that she had suffered.

"I'm grateful for the time I had with you, but one of us lives in summer and the other wanders in autumn. I can't approach you to laugh in the hot summer, and you won't stay in autumn to wait for me." Her eyes were full of relief And magnanimous, sincere gratitude stabbed me deeply like a blunt knife blade, my hands tightened tightly, I apologized, relieved and magnanimous.

I want to say, I will, I will wait for you, the past memories are played in turn, the fragrance of osmanthus is gradually weakened by the years, and the silent farewell appears decisive and gentle in the slanting sunlight.I suddenly remembered that it was the intersection of summer and autumn when she was looking for me, tolerated my incomprehension and debate, everything was foreshadowed before it happened, there is no difference without reason in the world, and there is no goodbye without warning.

Autumn left nothing but her, and she took away the remaining warmth of autumn.I finally understand that the really naive and stubborn person is myself, and the autumn that I also stopped together, the backs are in pairs.

I am left to move on to the next round of Four Seasons.

Looking at each other from afar, the autumn osmanthus is fragrant.

(End of this chapter)