The second rose

The moonlight was gentle, and a rose lay quietly on the windowsill.

Obviously, this is a fresh rose that has just been picked.

Is he back?

The girl stood at the door and looked at the roses, trying hard to feel the freshness with a little earthiness through the space.

The red rose was a gift he gave her when he first met her, but it was not bought from a little girl on the street.

"Hello, girl, I am a photography enthusiast. Would you be honored to ask you to be a model for me? I would like to take a photo for you." He handed the rose respectfully with one hand. One hand is close to the back, like a gentleman inviting a lady to dance at a dinner party.

The girl didn't know how to refuse for a moment, so she nodded silently as if by mistake, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Who is he?

Are you attracted by his eyes or intimidated by his aura?

Or is it because this gentleman is really carrying a camera?

On the bluestone floor, the girl's high heels made a different sound, mixed with the drizzle, like the sound of rain or a sigh.

"Okay, you hold the umbrella and hold the rose, just be natural, yes, sideways." The girl stood at the bridge, and was suddenly enveloped in the gentleness of this Jiangnan water town.

What a fresh fragrance of flowers and fresh flowing water. The girl seemed very intoxicated by the water under the bridge, the rain from the sky, and the rose in her hand. She couldn't tell whether it was the earthy smell on the roses or the earthy smell brought by the raindrops. The girl liked this smell.

Click, the moment when the girl was in trance was precisely captured.

"If you don't mind, three days later, while still at this bridge, I will develop the photo and give it to you." His voice was rich, magnetic, and full of tenderness.

The girl still nodded in acquiescence, then held an umbrella and left.

Looking back, the rose was already inserted in the beer bottle. It was the leftover beer the girl drank last night. The beer raised the rose, and the girl couldn't help but laugh.

Three days later.

The rose is still blooming in the beer bottle, and it seems to be more beautiful. The green beer bottle looks like the leaves of the rose.

However, the girl did not appear. The gentleman was alone at the end of the bridge, still holding a rose with fresh soil in one hand and a camera hanging on his chest, as if he was looking for the next shot. main character.

It’s just that the protagonist never appeared, from sunrise to sunset.

It was a quiet night, and the girl stood in front of the window, drinking beer and looking at the roses in a daze.

Until sleepiness raged and he fell into a deep sleep.

The sunshine climbed up to the girl's cheek again along the window sill. The girl stretched and started to dress up. The sound was as soft and delicate as a mouse gnawing, and suddenly disappeared.

It was another sunny day, and the girl picked up the unfinished beer last night.

With a click, the door opened again, and the sun broke in wantonly, imparting all its warmth to this slightly humid room.

What is this?

A wooden box was pressed tightly against the door frame, with a fresh rose placed on it, just like the one in the beer bottle.

The girl turned back to the house and opened the wooden box. It was a photo of that day, a black umbrella, a white cheongsam, white stilettos, fresh red roses, and green bridge water.

The corner of the girl's mouth raised slightly, she pressed the photo under the beer bottle, and inserted the rose into the beer bottle.

"Hello, girl, I'm sorry to disturb you. I didn't see you at Qiaotou the day before yesterday. I didn't know if you were okay. I just wanted to fulfill the promise I made to you that day, so I took the photo and went door to door to ask, I learned that you may still live here, so please forgive me for being presumptuous. I am about to leave this place, and I will see you again if I have the chance."

There is a piece of letter lying in the wooden box, and the fragrance of ink is still there.

Three months later, the girl bumped into him again on the street. Just like three months ago, with a camera hanging on his face, he was a gentleman, as gentle as jade, and he was nothing more than that.

"Long time no see"

The girl still just nodded and continued to remain silent, the only sound was the patter of rain.

The two walked forward quietly side by side. By accident, the girl's heel stepped into a small ditch. He reached out and took her hand, looking at each other and smiling.

Under the black umbrella, the girl felt the warmth of his palms.

With a click, the girl opened the door. There were a row of beer bottles on the window sill, but they were all empty, as if they were waiting for something.

"This bottle originally contained the first rose you gave me, but the flowers have withered and only the bottle is still there."

"That was the first rose I gave you. Two roses." His eyes were so determined that the girl suddenly felt that he looked so familiar.

When did he give me the first rose? The girl took a step back and looked out the window to reminisce.

He spoke, "Three years ago, you and your mother stayed in an inn for one night. Due to insufficient funds, when your mother was going to use the dowry jewelry as collateral, you refused. I think Your stubborn eyes almost brought tears, so I helped you. Later, I asked the shopkeeper to hand over a red rose to you."

The girl turned around.

"The last time I saw you here was by chance. Seeing how disappointed and disoriented you were, I didn't know how to ask you about your current situation."

Three months ago, my mother's The girl died suddenly and had no relatives. She drank and cried in the house where her mother lived and worked. She was unwilling to go out for a long time. It was so long that she felt that the world was in a trance. She seemed to have some impressions of the man in front of her.

The second rose, it turns out that there is such a fate in the world.

The girl fell asleep in his arms. It was the first time the girl slept so peacefully after her mother died.

When the girl woke up the next morning, there was a rose lying quietly on her pillow, with the freshness of earth.