Boom, boom.
When the explosion sounded, the car's wiper stopped at the half waist of the window and broke. I had to get out of the car and find a place to spend the night.
Looking around, there was nothing, but fortunately, there was a hotel-like building around the bend in front of it. On the side of the gate stands four words - Rose Apartment.
It was late at night, and the waiter opened the door quickly. But she refused to let me stay overnight, saying she just heard the thunder and came out to see.
I was in a bit of a hurry: how did you do this! Obviously, it is written that there are ninety-nine remaining beds! She said, sir, what a look you have. I softened my attitude again, so I let me spend the night, the car can't go. He hesitated and arranged for me to stay in a lounge.
In the whole corridor, only his room was lit. I subconsciously looked.
Let's get some rest. He whispered a reminder not to disturb anyone.
Oh, and I answered and pushed open the room he had let me in. The switch snapped twice, and the light did not respond. A man spoke: The lights are out, let's spend the night.
Oh, I'm sorry. Disturbing you.
It's okay, I didn't fall asleep. Go out to the left, the bathroom has a light and there are new towels.
I went to wash my face, and sure enough, there was a new towel, and I thought I would calculate the price tomorrow morning. Back in the room, I unconsciously pressed the light switch again.
The light was broken.
Oh, I forgot. Sorry, it's bothering you again.
It's okay, I didn't fall asleep. In the light of a bolt of lightning, I vaguely saw a man sitting on a bed.
How not to lie down and rest.
Can't lie down, heartbroken.
What's so sad? No matter how sad you are, you have to sleep.
Did you see the girl?
The one that just opened the door for me?
Yes, she came here to work to follow me. That's where I'm worried. Can you help me persuade her to finish her studies first?
I...... I'm not very talkative. Speaking of your private affairs, what does it have to do with me?
Don't say it has nothing to do with you, you listen to me first. She is a genius, she learned to draw from an early age, and she has always been at the top of the anime major in college, and has been admitted to a Japanese university for a master's degree and a doctorate.
Awesome!
But in order to accompany me, she had to give up the opportunity in vain, so how to do it? You must persuade her to go home and take the acceptance letter to study abroad next month.
What a fool, but what does this have to do with me?
Don't say it has nothing to do with you, Teacher Rong, you know, it's his mother!
Teacher Rong? I searched in my memory. When I first went to middle school, I was not very comfortable with my young age, and Mr. Rong gave me a make-up lesson. I remember her, and because she was my tenant, she had rented a one-bedroom apartment with her children. Yes, her son learned to draw, which cost a lot.
Remembered! I told the boy that at that time, Mr. Rong gave me make-up classes to pay the rent. But my mother always squeezed her inside and out, as if she had a lot of compassion for paying for the rent. I said you don't ask, Teacher Rong gave me a lesson, can cover twice the rent! My mom just twisted her ear and scolded me. Teacher Rong never went to his heart, always smiling and saying words of gratitude. After I finished making up, I had another child come to class immediately.
Hearing this, the boy's voice was a little muffled, and his voice was a little choked.
Don't you cry, Teacher Rong is a little hard, but her daughter is very sensible. She paints hard and studies well. Once, she painted a bungalow with birds singing in front of the door, fruit trees full of fruit, and a few chickens and ducks under the trees to eat. The girl said that she grew up and earned money to let her mother live in such a home without having to look at the landlord's face. Mom was reluctant to eat eggs, so she let those chickens and ducks give birth to a few more... By the way, his name is Xiaohua, Teacher Rong calls Xiaohua and Xiaohua every time, he is like waking up a three-year-old child, whispering softly, yes, it is almost like you talk...
The man's cries overshadowed my voice, and the crying was so severe that I had to stop.
Well, you big man loves to cry too much. How long have you been with each other, and hasn't she told you this?
Said. And...... In that painting, in addition to the white-haired old mother, there is a little boy wearing a beige trench coat, it is you! I still laugh at him, you know that many years later, my mother is old, is the landlord's little brother still so young?
This time, we both laughed. He took the opportunity to say, you see, don't say it has nothing to do with you, she has already designed you in the future.
Are you jealous, what did you know when you were a kid?
No, I don't mean that, but it's always fate, even if it depends on your rong teacher's score. Please, tell him that The hadron doesn't love her anymore and doesn't want to see her. Persuade her to go, to regain her dreams, to pick up the burden of the family...
Despite all his good words, I still didn't agree. I'm not a nosy person, just say you don't like it, as for such a pretentiousness? But Teacher Rong's grateful and apologetic smile appeared over and over again, making my heart inexplicably sour.
The night did not sleep well. The boy woke up and was gone. Outside the house, an old man swept the fallen leaves in front of the door, an autumn rain and a cold.
Good morning! Old man, what about them?
It's just me, the old man. Yes, there is a young grave watcher recently. You little guy is really bold enough to dare to live here.
I froze and ran to reconfirm the door number, and the four words were neatly organized—Rose Cemetery. The metal plaque next to it reads: Ninety-nine ji positions, enter the hospital for inquiry. I was shocked and seemed to have woken up suddenly from a dream.
Old man, what about him, the young grave watcher?
Going to the back, he pointed to the cemetery. O child, fate is bitter. Originally taking the boyfriend home to see his mother, very happy, the two walked hand in hand, killed a drunk driver, and directly rushed to the road teeth. The boyfriend pushed him away, and he was hit like a blood gourd, and the braids were scattered...
The boy's name was Ah Qiang, and since he was buried here, the girl had been guarding it, and then she stayed behind to see the tomb, and she had a salary. At this point, it should be swept away. After the sweep, she also had to go to Ah Qiang, take a braid of wild flowers and wild grasses, and put them on the monument. This child, the hand is still quite clever.
Did her family agree?
Just a mother, come to sacrifice Ah Qiang once, don't look at the hair is white, people are still very temperamental. When the mother said, respect the choice of the daughter. alas...... The child's love is heavy love, but she is so pulling and pulling, just afraid that Ah Qiang can't get on the road...
The cemetery is big and solemn. The leaves of the sycamore fell one by one, lying flat on the ground, as if they were paving the road with their hearts without words. My tears somehow rushed down, blurring the beauty of this world and the beauty of the world.
After a quarter of an hour without seeing a figure, I began to feel anxious. Silently reciting the phrase "Guys, big morning, disturbed", he shouted softly: Little flower, little flower——
Someone trotted over to this side, and the footsteps got closer and closer, faster and faster, like a beating heart. The four fields are silent and deserted, and the sound of footsteps resounds through the sky...
How could I remember that strange thing from fifteen years ago? Could it be that this morning the sky was clear and I pushed open the window to see my son Tiger in a beige trench coat and her white-haired grandmother feeding chickens under a fruit tree?