Blooming Camellia Prose

Xiaoya was my classmate ten years ago. At the high school graduation party, she sat alone in a corner, silently admiring the joys and sorrows of youth. In the end, her demure figure fell into the monitor's wet tearful eyes. The monitor said it was a sin for forgetting the talented woman, so let's put on a show. Xiaoya smiled, took out a bamboo flute, and sang "Phoenix Tail Bamboo under the Moonlight", which was clear-cut and had the smell of grass, sweeping away the hustle and bustle of the party. The flute is very rough and is the work of brother Xiaoya. Xiaoya has no parents, and her brother works to support her education. In fact, my brother's grades were outstanding back then. However, his parents died of illness one after another, and the family was in dire straits. He was afraid of wronging his younger sister, so he took the initiative to drop out of school. An elder brother is like a father! Xiaoya is sensible, smart, diligent, and very good at all subjects. She is also well-read in poetry and books, has high literary talent and elegant manners, and is recognized as a talented girl. But before her brother could graduate from college, he fell off the scaffolding. A piece of rebar penetrated his left chest and broke Xiaoya's heart - this was her only relative!

After I was transferred back from Qingdao, I liked to spend time in Cuiyunxuan on weekends, not because of the sophisticated and cumbersome tea art, but because of the charming and unique proprietress Xiaoya.

There is no trace of powder on the face made of warm Hetian jade. It is naturally carved and decorated, and the clear water emerges as hibiscus. The year before last, I met a tea-picking girl in Meijiawu, Hangzhou. Her beauty and innocence were shocking, and I didn't dare to take a second look at her. Tingting's Xiaoya in front of her now seems like she was yesterday.

Xiaoya will do the tea herself. Only by listening to the melodious guzheng and smelling the fragrance of orchids can we appreciate the lightness of her steps, the tranquility of her expression, the calmness of her mood, and the concentration of her expression. Her graceful figure is a wisp of southern wind, but there is no sense of coquettishness. The body made of water supports bones made of bamboo, and its flexibility reveals fortitude. In front of her, who is elegant and detached, the secular world will definitely lose!

In such an atmosphere, I often lose my mind, because her beautiful smile often draws my attention away, just like the plum blossoms in the corner, which originally wanted to hide their beauty, but instead showed it. This smile is more intoxicating than tea. The smiling face reflected in the green tea soup can easily drive away your evil thoughts. You can only be generous when paying the bill: Forget it, no need to look for it! But Xiaoya still smiled lightly and tore up the bill coolly. Your tackiness will always be defeated!

Recently, classmates gathered at the Haoqing Hotel. The men and women gracefully sipped wine or coffee and talked loudly, each showing his style. Only Xiaoya was leaning on the table by the window, sipping Longjing alone. It’s not that she is pretending to be profound, she actually likes to have a quiet and silent conversation with the national drink, and experience the taste of a different realm in the world. Xiaoya and I agree on this.

CCTV 2's "Yong Le Hui" was playing on the TV. Yong Ge, who was full of witty words, persistently attributed the shocking saying "Go your own way and let others tell you" to the guest Liu Xiaoqing. . Sister Liu generously said that she was quoting Mr. Lu Xun. So everyone started arguing, Wang Rui asserted that the poem was from Petofi's poem, Maple Leaf remembered that it seemed to be Goethe's witticism, Aqian blindly followed Sister Liu and agreed that it was Mr. Lu Xun's initiative, and even the waiter joined in and asked whether it was Napoleon who said it? In short, everyone held their own opinions and had a great time discussing it.

I secretly asked Xiaoya opposite: Do you know, little sister? "theDivineComedy, Dante", Xiaoya answered me in English. Oh, the style is still the same as before. Xiaoya accurately remembers the long poem "Divine Comedy" from Dante, but she doesn't want to expose anyone. This is a party, not an academic seminar. She must not only maintain her own education, but also maintain the self-esteem of others.

Xiaoya is twenty-eight years old and is still a virgin. Her marriage is the goal of all our classmates, but she is leisurely and leisurely, taking her time and leisurely. It is true that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is! Lu Pin, the son of the director of foreign trade, pursues Xiaoya persistently, but Xiaoya avoids him gently and appropriately. To be honest, that guy is not a playboy. He is a top student in the School of Economics. He runs a large-scale trading company. He is very dedicated, polite and talented. He frequents Xiaoya's tearoom and we get to know him. I wish I could agree to it for Xiaoya.

But now everyone is relieved, Xiaoya announced that she will fly to Sanya on May Day for her honeymoon trip. Who is he?

Three months ago, in the culvert across the street from the station, a young man played and sang with his guitar in his arms. The singing followed the flow of people through the culvert, filling the dark underground with lively notes. Unlike other street artists, the young man has a neat haircut, blue work clothes, and white sneakers, and is spotless.

There is actually a fiery red scarf around his neck, like a dancing flame. It does not feel charming, but makes people feel the tenderness of men. The voice was like Tengger, melodious and profound. Xiaoya stopped and listened, as if she had entered a fascinating world. Xiaoya simply sat down next to the young man and sang along as if there was no one else around: You were affectionate and silent when we met by chance, and you said you would always follow me to the end of the world. But I don’t want the pity of love now, how I wish you and I could go back to the beginning... As she sang, Xiaoya’s eyes were filled with tears. She thought of her dead brother. Since she was a child, she has loved to cuddle up next to her brother and sing without emotion until the sky is filled with brilliant stars. There were people coming and going at the station. Who knew that these young people were strangers to each other? The young man took off his scarf and tied it around Xiaoya's fair neck. The two looked at each other and smiled.

My name is Luoyang. I am here every weekend. Will you come next week? Xiaoya said not necessarily and walked away lightly. The second time, Xiaoya came specifically to assist, and the bamboo flute that year was replaced by a saxophone. Many people threw money into the piano case, and the young man kissed Xiaoya's forehead gratefully.

Gu Xiaoya, Xiaoya left her name before leaving.

After the third performance, Luoyang invited Xiaoya to have dinner at Donglang Snack Street and Xiaoxiaozhuli Restaurant. Xiaoya happily agreed. In the restaurant, there was already a young girl waiting for them. Xiaoya was quite surprised. She didn't expect that Luoyang already had a lover. Although it seemed to have nothing to do with her on the surface, she was still very disappointed in her heart.

My sister, Lorraine. It's all because of her. It's very expensive to learn Guqin. The young man said, "You don't know, we don't have parents, and I, the older brother, don't have much ability, but I have to make her an adult!"

We are both fallen people at the end of the world. Xiaoya thought.

Hello, sister Xiaoya! My brother has been talking about you these past two days. Lorraine smiled sweetly, her innocent eyes full of enthusiasm, but she did not stand up. Xiaoya noticed that there were crutches standing behind her chair.

Hello, little sister, Xiaoya greeted me and took a seat. Such a handsome girl! Xiaoya admired.

Actually, we are not biological siblings. Lorraine was brought here by her stepmother. Her stepmother and father were gone, and Lorraine was in a car accident and injured her leg. Her own father doesn't want her, and he won't leave even if he wants her. This girl is tougher than a donkey! Luoyang said.

My little donkey can’t bear to leave the big stupid cow! Lorraine said coquettishly, her eyes shining with excitement. Luoyang scraped his sister's nose hard: she just has a sweet mouth! People born in Luoyang are Ox, and they are very energetic in everything they do.

Xiaoya suddenly thought of her brother who had worked so hard to cultivate her, and her eyes couldn't help but flood. She seemed to have returned to her difficult but warm years.

Little sister, after you finish learning, come to your sister’s teahouse to play the guqin, okay? Xiaoya said to Lorraine. OK! Lorraine smiled sweetly again. Luoyang rubbed his hands with tears in his eyes and said, now I can concentrate on my iron art!

It turns out that Luoyang runs an iron art studio. The ancestral craftsmanship allows the cold and hard iron to grow into flowers. It is an art of blending water and fire, hardness and softness. Music is just a hobby. Now the studio has just started and is not very prosperous. The traditional crafts and materials need to be improved, and my sister has to spend money to learn piano. Luoyang, who is strapped for money, has no choice but to show off her skills on the street.

Xiaoya was surprised that those big hands that touched the hammer and tongs could play such a beautiful piano sound, just like her brother used to pick a leaf and put it in his mouth to play a melodious melody. Xiaoya found the shadow of her brother in Luoyang, and awakened a feeling that she had been following for a long time.

On Christmas Day, Luoyang came to Xiaoya’s teahouse. He gave Xiaoya a bouquet of iron camellias, with strong branches, graceful flowers, simple artistic shapes, and shining metallic luster. Xiaoya happily accepted the perfect combination of iron bones and floral fragrance. But then, Lu Pin came over holding ninety-nine red roses, and Xiaoya couldn't help but be startled.

Sorry, I have accepted this. Xiaoya said apologetically, pointing to the iron camellia.

No, I am here to bless you! A sincere smile appeared on Lu Pin's face.