I'm so happy for you
Text/Li Longyu
(Courtesy of the author)
At the very edge of the town lives a painter, along with his garden.
No one can say when he came to settle in the town, and no one interacts with him, and it is only in March every year that the sweet fragrance of his garden-filled rosemary is wrapped in the spring breeze and blown into every corner of the town, and people remember that the owner of the flower is a frustrated painter, but no one wants to appreciate it.
Passers-by see that piece of azure blue, but also only sigh the beauty of the flowers, follow the fragrance of the flowers will be accompanied by the flower language that reminds of rosemary, a sad memory - perhaps also represents the sentimentality of the flower owner.
However, everything is calm and idyllic and uncared for, and it is disrupted by sudden variables.
Dressed in a red dress that day, she stepped into his garden at noon, when everything was bright. She stared intently at the group of blue elves, and when she saw him sketching on the side, she just said, It smells so good here, and unconsciously walked in, and he acquiesced to her existence.
Every day after that, he painted in the garden, she admired the flowers next to her, would chat together, and he also made tea for her. They talked about the world outside the town, about the changes in people's lives, about the places she's been, the people she's met, the things she's experienced... Every now and then he would say, "I'm so happy for you, your life is so beautiful." ”
Hearing this, she immediately replied: "I am very envious of you, you can paint alone in this sea of flowers, isolated from the world, without accepting people's judgment and worldly eyes." ”
It was the first time he heard that someone was actually envious of his life, and he was stunned for a moment, and slowly chanted: "Is it... Hopefully. The voice was more like it was said to herself, but she heard it anyway.
In the blink of an eye, she didn't know that after a few days, weeks, or months, she stayed with him until the scent of rosemary grew fainter, but his fascination with her grew deeper and deeper. Her red dress was like a warm rose, which conquered his heart like a bamboo, and a bright red rose from the blue ocean, but it did not violate it. The delicate rose changed his attitude towards life, and since then his attitude has no longer been negative and low, and his paintings have also swept away the previous depression, and every stroke is stained with the enthusiasm of the red color, and she is watching his obsessive paintings, and her smile blooms like a rose. Whenever he finished a painting, he would pull the easel away and stand with her in the distance. She looked into his eyes: "I'm so happy to be able to draw such a vivid picture!" He nodded unceasingly, and the light in those agile eyes flashed into his heart, intertwined with joy and love.
But that day finally came, still dressed in the red dress, and she said to him, "I'm leaving, I want to see more beautiful places, I'll come to see you." She stood in the garden doorway and waved at him, and the bright red figure disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun. He didn't know what to say as he had seen her for the first time, and stood silently at the door until a starry sky appeared.
She took his heart with her. But he planted a few red roses in the garden after she left. In the spring of the following year, the people of the town smelled the flowers, but they were surprised to find that the light was mixed with a little rich sweetness, sweeping away the thick sadness of previous years. Some curious people wanted to find out, so they saw that the garden was interspersed with a few wild roses, and the fragrance was full of flowers. Gradually, people visited painters and asked painters to paint for them, and painters were gradually accepted by them. Later, several newlyweds even went to the painter to paint, and each time he would give the couple a rose and a bouquet of rosemary, and said, "A good match, I am really happy for you." The bride and groom joyfully thanked him and accepted his blessings.
She actually came back, really back, with a handsome groom, or the red dress. He stood by the fence in the garden for a long time to make sure that it was really her return, but she did not seem to remember him, and smiled and said to him: "Hello, the first time we met, can you help us paint a picture?" He looked at her face, as she had done for many years, with a rose-like intoxicating shallow smile, and his heart was half relieved, half stinging—she didn't remember him. As usual, he smiled and shrugged, "A good match, I'm really happy for you." After saying that, he sat down and painted for them. Usually it didn't take long for him to make a painting, but this time he felt that the process of painting was extremely long. As the sun tilted to the west, he pushed the easel away, and a man stood aside for a moment to look at it, then removed the painting and gave it to the couple with a rose and a bouquet of rosemary. She smiled satisfactorily, took the groom's hand and turned to leave. As she passed him, she suddenly whispered in his ear, "I'm so happy for you to draw better than before!" He was stunned, and the next moment a little crystal oozed from the corner of his eye.
She walked away again, completely carrying his worries about love, and when she reached the garden door, she suddenly turned around and shouted, "Every year I will come back and ask for a flower!" He was finally relieved.
Since then, the town has had a warm and happy painter full of romantic atmosphere, and his garden has only rosemary, and he no longer needs roses--the aroma of rosemary has completely recorded this sweet, long, regretless memory.
Every spring, people passing by will say to him: "This year's flowers are more beautiful, I am so happy for you!" ”
【About the Author】Li Longyu A student of Gaotang County No. 1 Experimental Middle School, he has a lively and cheerful personality, is diligent and studious, has excellent character and learning, is positive and uplifting, and likes to read and write.