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Moisturizing Body 6: Five Roses. This is a novella. Hehe, it seems to have been made into a TV series, like Running to the Rainbow on the first floor.

Bamboo wind, please listen to my story, please listen. Now, the night is silent, and the rain and dew outside the window are boundless. The mountains and trees in the distance are blurred, and the street lamps are flickering and a little yellow. What can I do on such a night?

Bamboo wind, please listen to my story, please listen.

It is also such a late night, the night fog is low, the sky is falling, and the rain and fog rub against the night, so dark and gray. In the countryside far away from the city, almost all life has fallen asleep except the frog drum in the field and the insects in the grass gap. Night, shrouded in silence, soaked by rain and fog.

While Luo didn't sleep. Standing in the garden outside the brick hut, Luo has been standing in the drizzle for hours. His hair, cheeks and coat were soaked by the rain, but he didn't want to move. Standing like this, listening to the dripping sound between the eaves, he took a deep breath of the fragrance of roses in the surrounding air. He stood with his hands in his coat pockets, thinking. A ray of soft light came in from the window of his room, reflected on his slightly sad face, and also reflected on several roses around him.

Raindrops glistened on the petals of roses.

He stared at the rose, at the water drops on the petals, at the trembling of the leaves and at the falling of the water drops. ...

He got lost in the gaze. Everything in the world does not exist, and all the beauty is contained in a few roses. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the rose branches swayed steeply, sifting out countless drops of water and making a series of rustling sounds. This startled him and made him tremble. He looked up at the dark sky and felt a chill for the first time. Straightened his back, took a deep breath, and his slightly sore legs reminded him of how long he had been standing. He straightened up again and let out a slight moan involuntarily. It was late at night and it rained heavily. He knew it was time for him to go home. After a little meditation, he went to the roses and picked five roses.

Holding five roses, he went back to his room.

There is nothing in the room except a simple desk and chair, just a bed. He went to the table and sat down slowly.

Put five roses under the desk lamp one by one. The purplish and moist rose petals reflect bright colors under the light, and the flowers come to the nose. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the flowers. He opened his eyes, took out a pile of stationery from the drawer, took up his pen and began to write a letter, a long letter without the previous paragraph.

I picked five roses, Han Xiao.

The first one is for you. You can pin it on your black hair. The second flower is for you. You can't put it in front of your lapel. The third flower is for you. Let it lie on your pillow. The fourth flower is for you, so you can put it in a small vase on the dresser. The fifth flower, oh, Han Xiao, I won't give it to you, but give it to me, for the sake of fragrance. Leave a fragrance. Yes, let it stay with me, so that I can enjoy your fragrance forever. So, Han Xiao, it's like you're always by my side, never leaving me, never leaving me. Always remember the first time I met you, Han Xiao. The first time I saw you, it was as clear as yesterday in the morning, at dusk, in my dream and when I was awake. Your smile and every move are vivid.

How many years ago was that? Leave it alone! Time is not the important factor, but you. I only remember that it was a spring afternoon, the sun was warm, the vegetation was green, and the earth was sleeping in the sun. Everything is quiet and lazy, even the gentle spring breeze is full of tiredness, which makes people itch and crisp. The air full of floral and earthy smells is even more intoxicating.

It was such an afternoon that we older children just stepped out of the threshold of college, full of dreams and inexhaustible energy. We-Xiao Li, Xiao Su, Xiao He, plus me, Luo Xiao, known as the Three Musketeers, and a small group of Taian-got lost in an aimless outing. We walked in the hot sun for hours, arguing endlessly about going abroad and getting employment. Everyone is full of complaints, wandering between dreams and reality. In such an argument, we found ourselves lost, but we didn't care, just thirsty, and the kettle we brought had already disappeared.

"I guess there must be a river at the foot of this mountain," said Xiao Li.

"You are not a camel. Can you smell the water? " Xiao Su interjected that they would argue as soon as they met, and their feelings were better than anyone else.

"I am not a camel, but I have intuition."

"Intuition is the most unreliable thing in the world!"

We bypassed the foot of the mountain, but there was no water. We bypassed another one, but there was still no water. Xiaosu couldn't hold back and patted Xiao Li on the shoulder. He shouted, "Camel! What about the water you smell? "

"I told you I'm not a camel!"

"Stop arguing!" I said, taking a deep breath, there was a fresh smell in the air. "I smell something!"

"ha! So you are a camel! " Xiao Su turned to me.

"Yes," I said, taking a deep breath. "This is the smell of roses. It smells good. " "Nonsense!" Xiao Su cursed. "Roses can't quench thirst!"

"Ha, don't be arbitrary! Who knows? " I shouted excitedly, pointing to the front. We just turned a corner in the ravine, and suddenly it dawned on us. An unimaginable scene appeared in front of us, and Xiao Su, Xiao He and Xiao Li all froze. This is a big rose garden. It's not the rose garden that surprises us, but you, Han Xiao. You, dressed in plain white, stand among the roses, your cheeks are red with the sun, your eyes are sparkling, a slightly messy and dark thick hair hangs over your shoulders, and there is a gorgeous red rose in the thick hair in your ear. In your hand, a kettle for watering flowers is spraying water, and countless water drops are pouring on those flowers. Xiao Su turned and stared at me.

"Really have you! Xiao Luo, how do you know that the fragrance of roses will be with the water source? " I am smiling. Look at you. Disturbed by us, you looked up and your eyes touched me. Suddenly, my heart was shocked and I couldn't laugh. Your eyes are so clear and naturally reveal an indescribable innocence and tranquility. Unexpectedly, an idea immediately came to my mind: what a pair of eyes! It should contain an unknown world! This world must be a paradise full of peace and tranquility, without interference and trouble! Oh, Han Xiao, am I right? In my future close to you, it really confirms what I thought when I first met you!

"hey!" Xiao He has already started to say hello to you: "Can we have some water to drink?" You gave us a quick look and smiled quickly. That smile overflows your lips, just like a drop of paint dissolved in a basin of clear water, so fast that your whole face is full of smiles. So naive, so sincere and so lovely. You are an angel of God, holding nectar in your hand, stepping on clouds, and coming to the world will help the living. I vaguely thought, but I laughed at myself for comparing you to be too tacky. "Do you want cold boiled water?" You said, frowning slightly. "I'll go in and pour it for you."

I didn't notice that the ordinary building next to the rose garden, with small stone walls and brick bungalows, has some hibiscus bamboos planted in the yard, which is a typical rural residence. You turn around, put down the kettle and walk briskly into the room. I looked at your back stupefied, that small waist, that light pace, that skirt horn floating in the wind … I felt a little carried away.

"Do you think there will be such talents in the farmhouse?" Xiao Li whispered in my ear. "With her looks, she can eat and drink endlessly in the city!"

I frowned involuntarily, and for the first time I had a strong dislike for Xiao Li, just because he blasphemed you.

"Hi, Ronaldinho," Xiao Su leaned in and said to me. "Your father is not the chairman of Zhenhua Film Company? You can find him a good actor! Nowadays, female stars can be ignored as long as their faces are beautiful. All you need is clothes and cosmetics. "

The dissatisfaction in my heart has widened. To my surprise, Xiao Li, Xiao Su and others only saw your beauty, but ignored other things in you, that tranquility and innocence. You will never belong to this city, I think: never!

You came out of the room with a cup of cold boiled water in your hand and a smile and apology on your face, muttering, "Sorry, there is only one cup of boiled water left. I went to boil water. Do you want to wait in the yard? " "Forget it, don't bother," Xiao He said. "Just pour some water, tap water, well water and burn it ..."

Xiao Li stamped his foot so hard that Xiao He cried out. Xiao Li quickly interrupted Xiao He and repeatedly said to everyone: "Thank you, thank you, we need some boiled water, and we are happy to wait in your yard. Here are some kettles, please fill them for us, thank you, thank you. " I never knew Xiao Li was so glib. Xiao Su had the glass in his hand, and when we were not paying attention, the whole glass of water was poured into his stomach by himself. You stood there with many kettles in your arms and looked at us in surprise. Did our rudeness or indifference offend you? I am sad.

And you, so inadvertently, so calmly accepted the trouble we gave you. Just a captivating smile, holding that a lot of kettle turned and walked in.

We walk into your yard, just like a normal farmhouse. There are several Xiao Mu stools in your yard, and we sat down without saying hello to our host. Next to my stool, there are two small baskets with some half-peeled cocoons in them. I thought it was your unfinished work before watering the flowers, but I subconsciously picked up the pods and peeled them for you silently. And Xiao Li and Xiao Su, openly in your yard, made a bet on you. They are competing to ask you to see a movie and bet on who will win. Oh, Han Xiao, I'm afraid you'll never understand our feelings of chasing girls, our boredom and our attitude towards games. Just as I was sitting silently in your yard with a pod in my hand, I realized for the first time that we young people lacked a serious attitude towards life! You came out again, leaning against the door, smiling.

"It will take some time!" Say it like an apology.

"Never mind, we have plenty of time!" Xiao Su said. So Xiao Su, Xiao Li and Xiao He began to issue a series of questions similar to family surveys.

"What's your name?" You pouted and smiled.

"Say it! It doesn't matter if you say your name! "

"Zhang Xiaohan." "Small size? Implicit? "

"It's a sunny dawn, cold and cold." You're still smiling.

"ha! Have you studied? " "I only went to elementary school." "Your parents are not at home?"

"Dad went to the ground and mom died."

"What does your family grow?" "Vegetables, and-roses."

"Do you often go to Taipei?" "Not often." "Do you like Taipei?" "I don't like it." "Why?" "There are too many people and too many cars."

"Come with us to Taipei and invite you to the movies!"

You lower your head, roll up your mouth again, smile shyly, and gently spit out two words from your lips: "No" and "Why?" You shook your head and said nothing, just laughing. Then, turn around and you walk into the house again. When you came out with our kettle and boiled water, you still had that smile on your face; Light and gentle, but with a hint of shyness. "The water is ready." You gave us a cup and filled it with boiling water. When you came to me, put the cup on the ground and bent down to pour the boiling water, somehow, the little red rose next to your temple fell and fell right into my peeled pod basket. You let out a cry gently, raised your eyes to look at me, and said with a little surprise, joy and shame, "You have stripped me naked." I picked up the red rose and looked at you.

"Send me?" I asked, sounding surprisingly pious.

Your face turns red for no reason, just like that little red rose with eyelashes. You immediately said, "This is not good, thanks already."

"This will do."

You smiled again without saying anything. Oh, Han Xiao, God knows how many times you have laughed! What a lovely smile you have! Take the kettle and you walk away. After a while, you came back with a bunch of freshly cut red roses in your hand.

"Ha!" Xiao Li cried. "For me?"

"No," your face is as red as wine, and you look at me. "Here you are!"

I was flattered and took the rose in surprise. At that time, I couldn't hear the teasing and teasing of Xiao Li and others, only your smile, your blushing and your shyness. You are unhappy because Xiao Li and Xiao Su laugh too much. It seems that you realize that you have done something you shouldn't have done. You suddenly turned around and ran into the door. "Look at you!" I said reproachfully, "I scared people away!" " "

"She has a good eye!" Xiao Su shouted and patted me heavily on the shoulder: "She must see that you are the richest one among us!" "

How terrible! How despicable! I gave Xiao Su a hard look. I've never hated him so much. Oh, Han Xiao, this is the first time we have met. That day, you didn't come out of the room again, so we had to shout thank you and goodbye outside.

Holding that bouquet of roses, I went home and still didn't think what place you would occupy in my life. Before my eyes, I can only see your face again and again; That smile, that day is true, that refined beauty. Oh, Han Xiao, who is manipulating the meeting of life? Dominate the fate of mankind? Who knows that it was love at first sight that day, with the traction of a few roses, you changed my life, from thought to life, from the inside out. Oh, Han Xiao, when you sent me roses that day, did you foresee our future? Yes, the future, the future is an unknown number that no one can predict. Frankly speaking, Han Xiao, on that spring afternoon, I thought we had only met once, because I didn't believe I would see you again. However, since I came back that day, I don't know why I can't calm down anymore. I am surprised that your shadow will be so deeply engraved in my heart. I began to speculate about your future. I imagine you will be a housewife in the future, feeding children, picking vegetables, pumping water and washing clothes ... I feel sorry for you and complain about the injustice of creation on your behalf. If you were born in a family like mine, what a different fate you would have.

These feelings, now that I think about it, are ridiculous. Han Xiao, at that time, I didn't know you better, and I couldn't fully understand the detachment in your heart. Let me get back to the point. The second time I saw you, it was not so "accidental"

Yes At that time, my father's film company started shooting a new film. Because I want to follow in my father's footsteps, I studied as a director at school, so it is logical to hang up the title of "deputy director" of a small boss. Because the movie needed a location of the rose garden, I found a few I didn't like and suddenly remembered your rose garden. At that time, I was not the only one who came to your house to contact the location shooting, but also the director and photographer. You stood quietly in the corner, smiling so timidly, listening to my conversation with your father. Your father, Han Xiao, how can I describe him? What a strange old man!

I still remember a few words I said to your father: "Let's borrow your place to make a movie, and we will pay a little money."

"No, don't waste flowers. Huadu is still alive! "

"When it is made into a movie, you can also see how beautiful the rose garden in the movie is." The old man smiled and looked at me keenly.

"I don't see it every day? Why do you want to watch it on the film? "

I was tongue-tied, and you were there, and you couldn't help laughing. I feel the smile on your lips again, just like the rose petals blooming in the morning sun. So, we started shooting in your rose garden. You are busy boiling water and pouring tea for us, as quiet as a child who doesn't make trouble. Oh, Han Xiao, how I regret bringing this group of people to your rose garden! Those rude workers often make fun of you and make fun of you. Once, a worker grabbed your skirt, and you blushed and were embarrassed. That day, I lost my temper and angered the worker. Although no one dares to treat you lightly in the future, I am still deeply sorry for you, especially after everyone destroyed the rose garden that night. That night, it was a highlight of the rose garden. Both the hero and heroine were present. The heroine of that play is Huang Li, a newcomer who has just become popular. As the name implies, oriole is petite, lively and lovely. It's a pity that they are infected by the "star" style of ordinary movies. Some of them are glib, like to flirt with directors, photographers and actors, and their mouths are worse than actors. Usually the actor eats the tofu of the actress, but she often eats the tofu of the actor. That night, she had a whim and pointed the finger at me. I couldn't figure it out all night, calling me a small boss, assistant director and quasi-director ... which made me dizzy. And you, Han Xiao, have been so quiet all night, making tea quietly, pouring water quietly, coming quietly, leaving quietly ... Almost no one noticed your existence except me. And I can only spy on you silently, look at your light waist, look at your sparkling eyes in the dark, and look at your slightly peeping and judging expression. I can't tell you how touched I am. Like oriole, you are a woman of the same era, but you seem to come from two different planets.

At the beginning of the main scene, more than 20 shots were taken in one night, with hundreds of thousands of watts of lights hanging overhead, and the strong light shone on the rose garden as day. A kiss between the hero and heroine was filmed for two hours, and there was a scene. (remake)

Another ng. The light always shines strongly. You flinched and looked at all this in surprise. The oriole was stung by the rose, and the exaggerated and charming cry kept repeating. A worker stepped forward, clicked a few scissors, and several roses fell into the dust. I see your frown suddenly tightened, and I can almost feel your love. Without any protest, you still curled up in the corner, sat under the wall, folded your knees with your hands, and stared at your clear and innocent eyes quietly. Oh, Han Xiao, I have predicted the fate of those flowers. No flower can withstand the moxibustion heat of hundreds of thousands of watts of bright light. I am too selfish to tell you. You can't stop shooting for a few roses. One shot less is a waste of money. I told them to shoot, shoot, shoot ... The hero and heroine shuttled through the garden, the workers trampled on it, and the director ran back and forth ... Every time people came and went, they would break a few delicate branches, and every slight noise would spur me, but I still let them shoot, shoot, shoot! I am a small boss, and I can't stop working! Finally, we finally call it a day. The oriole pestered me and asked me to treat everyone to a midnight snack.

So, a large group of us got into those big cars noisily and ostentatiously. I was surrounded by the crowd, and I didn't even say goodbye to you, and I didn't go to check the destruction of the rose garden. We just walked away. When I invited everyone to finish the snack, it was already dawn, the abortion was sinking, the stars were fading, and the street was foggy. Everyone dispersed, and I stood alone in the empty street, looking at the dim lights in the fog, and suddenly thought of you. Han Xiao, I miss you very much, not only you, but also your poor rose garden. What kind of mood is it driven? What is the traction of strong desire? I returned to your rose garden in the morning mist. Oh, Han Xiao, remember? Remember that dawn? What about a brand-new day? I'm coming. Stepping on the dew on the grass, I walked through the bushes by the ravine and brushed the thorns around my knees ... I walked into the rose garden. The first thing that catches your eye is the withered scene in the rose garden, withered flowers, broken branches and rose petals everywhere. Then, I saw you! Oh, Han Xiao, I'll never forget you then. I'll never forget you sitting on the flower bed, holding your knees, quietly leaning over your dark hair, as if you were asleep. Dawn casts a soft light on your hair, and the arc on your back looks so gentle and weak that I am full of pity. I walked over gently, afraid to wake you, so I approached you gently. But, you heard me, you slowly raised your head and raised your eyes to see me. Oh, Han Xiao, I realized you didn't sleep! Your eyes are so clear and your expression is so solemn. When you saw me, you were not surprised at all. You just looked at me silently without saying a word, like blaming, like complaining, and like telling a thousand words. I was shocked, for a moment, speechless. Then, gradually, your eyes tears for you, eyelashes are wet with tears. My heart was touched by it and God destroyed it. I only feel a few tens of millions of apologies from Chichiwa in my heart, but I can't say a word, because words can express too little after all. I remember I knelt down slowly. I remember I just wanted to comfort you, so I hugged you gently. I remember trying to kiss the tears off your eyelids, but I grabbed your lips stupidly.

This is another scene in the rose garden. That is, at that moment, I realized a truth; No scene can show real life! Because the vibration of the mind is not in the play. Oh, yes, Han Xiao, I kissed you. On that foggy morning, on the rose bed, I kissed you. When I looked up, I saw your radiant face and your eyes shining in the morning sun! It is your glowing face and eyes that let me know what love is for the first time. Let my past life become nothingness. No affectation, no affectation, and no escape. You express your feelings with your eyes. Oh, Han Xiao, you don't know how complete the "truth" you represent!

When the sun rises, we have been working side by side in the rose field. Together, we removed the dead leaves, cut off the withered flowers, loosened the trampled soil and swept away the residual branches all over the ground. Then, I asked you, "Tell me, Han Xiao, what is your greatest wish in this life?"

You meditate, look at me timidly, and then look deeply at the white clouds in the distance.

"Go ahead! Don't be shy! " I encourage you.

"In the mountains over there," you said softly, "I heard that there is a very good land with a very good water source, which can be the best rose garden!"

"I'll buy it for you!" My generous promise.

You gawk at me. For a long time, you said, "What about you?" What about me? God knows, Han Xiao, you caught me! Before that, I didn't think about what would happen to me and what would happen to you. Intellectuals' sense of superiority still haunts me. I gave you a land in return for your kiss, didn't I? I did have this idea in my subconscious at that time. How despicable! Han Xiao, you never thought I would be so mean, did you? And you look at me with honest eyes, so honest and naive, which is full of your affection and pure trust. I became small, shabby and ashamed under your gaze. What do you want from me? I asked, I think I asked very weakly.

"What is your greatest wish?" You said, keep looking at me.

"Write a book!" I blurted out, indeed, this is my wish for many years. "Write a novel!"

"So," you smiled. "We build a small house, you write books and I plant roses!" I look at you. Oh, Han Xiao, suddenly, my heart is full of joy! What a heavy burden it is for me! I was liberated, matured, inspired and inspired in an instant! I have wings on my shoulders, taking me lightly to the depths of white clouds! You are dancing with me! Han Xiao, you can fly, fly, fly with me ... towards the clouds, towards the horizon, towards the vast sky! "Go!" I put down my hoe and took your hand.

"Where to?" You are surprised.

"Go and tell your father that we are getting married!"

"So fast! Are you crazy? "

Yes, crazy! I'm crazy about you. I'm crazy about you. I will devote my life to building our Garden of Eden! Run into the house, and we woke your sleeping father. "We're getting married!" I said.

The old man looked at me with strange eyes.

"You have a fever," he said. "It's easy to get sick in this hot and cold weather." "I'm not sick," I said clearly. "I want to marry your daughter. We are going to get married soon! " The old man stared at me for a long time.

"Is it true?" He asked. "It's true!" I said. He turned to you. "Do you want to marry him? Han Xiao? "

You blushed, gave me a warm look and hung your head. So, the old man understood, understood this kind of inevitable thing that happened in troubled times since ancient times. He turned to me again: "Are you a college graduate?" He said.

"yes." I said. "She has only a primary school education."

"yes." "Are you the son of a rich man?"

"yes." "She is the daughter of a poor farmer."

"yes." "Did you grow up in the city?" "yes." "She grew up in the country." "yes." "Do you know everything?" He glared at me.

"Everyone knows." "So, what are you waiting for? Marry her! I took her for twenty years, just waiting for a fool like you to marry her! " The old man jumped out of bed and waved his hands. "Go and get married! What are you waiting for? "

Oh, Han Xiao, this is crazy! What a carnival! How reckless and willful, how lightning-fast preparation, registration and notarization of marriage! In order to avoid the inevitable opposition, I lied to my parents, brothers and sisters and all my relatives and friends. When the notarization is completed, I will take you to see my father.

"Dad, this is your daughter-in-law."

My father stared at me. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Really, we got married in court this morning."

My father spent ten minutes to see me, then ten minutes to see you, then ten minutes to understand our acquaintance and your family background, and then ten minutes to confirm our marriage. Then, there was a storm that spun dry and turned to Kun, and the sky turned upside down. My father's growls and curses swept towards me like an avalanche, and the mountains and the earth fell apart. You are like a frightened bird in the stormy waves, with a pair of frightened and helpless eyes, looking at my father and my screaming family. Oh, Han Xiao, how upset and sorry I am to take you to such a volcanic zone!

"You bastard! You are worthless! You've lost all my people! Get out of here! I hope I will never see you again in my life! Give you education, give you books, let you inherit my career, but you are like a fool who can't afford it! Get out of here From now on, I won't give you a dime! No matter what you do, don't come to me when you are hungry! " "Ok, Dad!" I pulled you back. "If one day I starve to death, I won't come to see you! If I succeed, I will come to see you! "

"success? Ha, it worked! " Father's roar can shatter the roof. "You made it! What do you use to succeed? "

"I will write a book." "Write a book? Write a book! Ha! " Father scoffed. "You think you are a genius!" I bit my lip. "I'll show you!" "Show me! You do it! If you can't do it, don't walk into my door again! "

I dragged you out of that luxurious garden house, clean as a cucumber, and there was nothing but you.

You, Han Xiao, looked at me silently, and after a long time, you said gently and surely, "You will write a book, a very successful book!" "

Oh, Han Xiao, it was your words and your trust that inspired my courage and fighting spirit. I know that even if I lose the whole world, I will still have you. Holding your hand tightly, I said, "Han Xiao, you married a very poor husband, and we don't even have a place to live!" You smile.

Oh, Han Xiao, what is more beautiful and precious in the world than your momentary smile?

So, we went to your house and met your father. The old man immediately understood what had happened and looked at me. He said, "What can you do?" What can you do? Shame! I can't plow or grow vegetables. But I have to support my wife! "I'm going to look for a job tomorrow."

"looking for a job!" You opened your eyes in surprise and looked at your father in surprise. "But, Dad, he's going to write a book!"

"Writing a book?" The old man stared at me. "So, what are you worried about? Go write a book! My field is enough for the three of us! Let's go Why are you so stupid? Go to town to buy a desk first! "

In this way, Han Xiao, I started my writing career. Is it funny? I, a seven-foot-tall man, support myself by my wife's garden and my husband's garden. However, none of us found it ridiculous. You, Han Xiao, you and your father always look at my work with such serious eyes, as if what I am engaged in is a supreme great achievement!

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