ca-book Chapter 5
Chapter 5
skim.That's all.Whether selfish or simple, he who guards me is happy; I who watch him.be happy.
Our world is like a closed space, and there are only me and Yi Feng in this space.
If he is happy, I will be happy too.
Occasionally, I will see former family members.In the first few years, the heart wave also surged.Now, it gradually fades away.
Time is indeed a cure for everything.
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"Mingjia, God, it's going to rain..." After so many years, his voice is still sweet, and even the sound of the wind can't make it fade away.
"Yeah, it's going to rain." I still stare at that ring, the contract of a lifetime, the bond of a lifetime, a lifetime...
"I remember the first time I talked to Ming Jia, it was this kind of weather..."
Didn't hear him because I was concentrating on the car that had just sped by.I used to sit in the car dedicated to the Li family to pick up and drop off the president.Now, the above is Mingli - my younger brother.The years have made him more mature... I thought I'd let go of it, but now...
"Ming Jia is still handsome sitting on it!" Yi Feng's words made me focus on him——
The slanted phoenix eyes are half-closed, the corners of the lips curled into a mocking smile, and the way of speaking is full of ridicule... This is Yi Feng's way of speaking—the way he spoke before the car accident—although there is only one sentence time……
Most importantly, when I took over as president, Yifeng was 25 years old...
It rained heavily.It flows into my eyes, it's cold; it flows out of my eyes, it's hot.
Yi Feng, your ring has captured my whole life...every look, every movement, every word, and even every day of yours is...everything about you is...
"Ming Jia, did you hear it? The sound of the rain and the wind, and the sound of sighing together..." The light blue pupils looked at me, as blue as the clear sky.
No...that's not true...everything I think...isn't real...I don't believe...what I believed in most...myself...
You didn't hold my life back with broken legs, you didn't exchange my pity with amnesia, you didn't make me feel guilty all my life with miserable love and the simplest and most straightforward love words, and you didn't use your own Life came to trap my life... No, you don't have... You just love me, love me crazy...
Kneel down at your feet, look up at your clear eyes, and solemnly kiss the ring on your left ring finger.
"Yifeng, are you happy?"
You responded to me with the most beautiful smile and the most pleasant voice:
"Happiness. I am happy because Mingjia is here."
"Yi Feng, I am also very happy. Because of Yi Feng, I am also happy."
Even though, this happiness is illusory.
Even, this happiness requires deception.
The end of "Yi Feng"
Sequel to "Green Lotus"
Qinglian should be in a lake, quietly, just for the person you love deeply, blooming without branching.
A rose, which tempts others to pick it but refuses anyone with its thorns, smiles and waits for the person who is not afraid of being hurt to take his heart away, and he will only bloom for that person in his life.
The rose in my hand is so beautiful, and there are still dewdrops on the delicate petals.To be preserved in the most beautiful form at the most beautiful time, for flowers, it should be the happiest.Compared with living in a field where no one passes by, fending for itself, and living a life that is favored by others, then the value of life can be realized more.
I love receiving flowers as gifts because I love flowers.Many people send me flowers, such as the roses in my hand at the moment.I never refuse flowers from others, because I know that if I refuse, the life of that bunch of flowers will end early in the trash can.I am a boy, and I know better what it means to be sympathetic.I've been given flowers by many people—men and women, and I don't refuse association with anyone any more than I refuse flowers from them.
Like flowers, maybe because of my name - Qinglian.It is said that this name was only taken when I was full moon and grasping the week. As for the original name, I have long forgotten it.I, who was just full moon, dismissed the dazzling array of rare things, and only smiled brightly at the blooming green lotus in the yard.
So, my name is Qinglian.As for the last name, it doesn't matter - I don't know what my last name should be for a long time.Lin, or Ling.
The eldest son and the youngest son were the most favored children in the family, but unfortunately I was both the eldest son and the youngest son, but no one doted on me.Because of my background.
The home where a pond of green lotus blooms in summer is my childhood home—the Lin family. At that time, my name was "Lin Qinglian".Now I live in a house where maple leaves will fall—the Ling family, and now my name is "Ling Qinglian".What's the difference?Four families, one face.The surname "Lin" or "Ling" or "Han" or "Li", for us, there are only two feelings - happy or dissatisfied.
It was my grandfather, Lin Yuanda who named me "Qinglian"—I heard his sister—my aunt is a beautiful woman.But the aunt in my eyes is an old lady with sharp eyes.I don't like her, although her name is beautiful, "Qianqing".My grandfather liked me very much because I was the eldest grandson of the eldest son and the most favored youngest daughter of the Li family.However, the youngest daughter of the Li family remarried the eldest son of the Ling family and took the eldest grandson away with her.The Lin family didn't say anything about such impolite things—who made the Lin family start to decline in those few years?So, I became the youngest son of the Ling family.
But I, Qinglian, belong to the Lin family, but I am not the eldest grandson; the youngest son named Ling family is the oil bottle from the Lin family.Anyway, I'm just an ordinary kid, with neither ambition nor desire for profit, as long as I can grow flowers, I'm fine with anything.
"Men and women, it must be a disaster." My grandfather always said this to me.Looks are not up to me, just like I loved my grandmother's blue eyes but I never have them, there is no luck or misfortune in looking like a woman—it's just a look.
"Qinglian, you are so beautiful." Boys and girls have said this to me since I was a child.I always smile at them. When others praise you, you should treat them politely.
"Qinglian, I like you." Many people said the same to me, and I smiled quietly at them, and replied: "Thank you."
"Qinglian, do you like me?" Whenever someone asks me like this, I will smile and say, "I do."
Yes, Qinglian likes everyone.However, Qinglian only loves one person.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes are slanted upwards slightly, and the red lips under the nose like a gall are drawn by Danzhu.Such a face, coupled with a pair of curved crescent eyebrows, combined with a pointed melon-seeded face, is a look that people call a fox.The soft hair hangs on the pitiful neck, and the body under the neck is also thin and has only a skeleton.
This is the man I love, when I close my left eye, he closes my right eye; when I raise my right hand, he raises my left hand.
In the Lin family's house, there is an ancient full-length mirror carved with plum blossoms. The world reflected in the mirror seems to be the other end of the world.This end of the mirror is me——Qinglian, and the other end of the mirror is "he"—I call him "Rose"—who has my face and body, my "Rose".
Qinglian likes everyone, but he only loves Rose; Rose doesn't like anyone, but he only loves Qinglian.
The green lotus on this side of the mirror loves roses; the rose on the other side of the mirror loves green lotus.
We only have each other, we only love each other.
The autumn wind gently blows the white clouds in the blue sky, and the fiery red maple leaves flutter and fall, touching the lake water, arousing shallow waves, floating leisurely on the lake.
It's a beautiful view, but it's a scene in this retro courtyard, which I don't like.The Ling family is the home of Maple, the Lin family is the home of He, the Han family is the home of Plum, and the Li family is the home of Sakura.The four families, whenever there is a gathering, will choose different courtyards to hold banquets according to the seasons.The courtyard is built in an antique style, echoing the plants, as beautiful as a painting and dreamlike.No matter who you are, you are proud to have entered this garden called "Hua Garden".But under the cover of this picturesque scenery, it is not all flattery and flattery in the name of holding a banquet. Why should this natural beauty be polluted?
The head of the Ling family—the person I now call "grandfather" celebrated his 80th birthday. After bowing and bowing all the time, I was not interested in hearing them whispering something with contemptuous expressions, so I slipped into the courtyard.
The cold wind blew, and I shivered.The sky is gradually getting colder, and I am usually not afraid of the cold.But today, looking at people's fake smiles that seem to be glued to their faces, and thinking that I am one of them, and I was smiling like them just now, I can't help but shudder from the skin.
Now, I seem to be going back to the home with the stove - there are two grandpas there, one is my grandpa's elder brother, who treats me like a father, Grandpa Mingjia; the other is my grandma's elder brother, with a beautiful blue Eye.Grandpa Yifeng tolerated me like a mother.They had a cat who always curled up by the fire, and they had a new chubby little white cat I called Elaine.Standing by the stove, hugging Yilian, drinking the tea made by Grandpa Yifeng, listening to stories told by Grandpa Mingjia, how happy it must be...
Another gust of cold wind blew, "It's so cold..." I murmured, even thinking about happy things couldn't relieve my coldness.This warmth contrasted with the coldness in my heart, making me even colder.
Suddenly, the body seemed to be warmed in an instant, as if surrounded by something, from the back to the arms, there was warmth.Not physically, but spiritually.The cold in my heart gradually melted away, full of warmth, full of