Chapter 11
The sky finally cleared up, and mushrooms were almost growing on my clothes and bedding.
Everyone took out their clothes to dry, and there was not enough space.
Wang Jiazhi had snatched up a rose and a white orchid. The rose, trimmed into a round ball, was just enough to cover the quilt. The roses were large and dense, their bright red flowers nestling against a pink quilt with pale pink butterfly prints. The branches of the tall white orchid were already covered with hangers. Pieces of clothing in aquamarine, azure blue, snow-green, and light yellow hung from the tree like colorful prayer flags.
Wang Jiazhi and Xiaoshuang opened the box to take out the clothes. Xiaoshuang exclaimed "Ah" when she saw the blue cheongsam.
She laughed and said, "How come you have such bright clothes?"
Wang Jiazhi smiled and said, "It's my sister's. She packed her things in the wrong place, and if I return them, I won't be able to find out where she lives now."
Xiao Shuang held the clothes and said, "It's very mature, a little transparent. Try it on and let me see."
"How can I wear it? No."
"Wear it, wear it."
When Wang Jiazhi changed into that dress, her hair was straight and she wore no makeup. She had a youthful air of being older, a unique charm.
They looked at themselves in the mirror and started to smile.
"You try it too."
Xiaoshuang also changed into the clothes. Wang Jiazhi was too tall, and the clothes were obviously one size too big for Xiaoshuang, as if she had a pocket on her body.
The two joked for a while, then remembered that they had to quickly grab a spot to dry clothes, so they went out with the clothes.
When she was collecting clothes at night, she found that her quilt was missing. After searching several dormitories, she finally got it back. Wang Jiazhi found that the quilt cover was in tatters and had indeed been used for a long time.
Wang Jiazhi was thinking about buying a new quilt cover, another expense. She'd been using this pink quilt cover for almost ten years, and it was her mother who had chosen the pattern and sewn it. The thought made her feel sad.
After the rainy day, the weather was extremely hot. Wang Jiazhi walked back with the new quilt cover. It was really too hot.
"Buy a bunch."
She turned around and saw a ragged old lady selling flowers on the roadside, only tuberose and jasmine.
She thought about it and realized that she was very frugal now, so she could afford even a bouquet of flowers. Seeing that the old lady was really pitiful, she bought a bouquet of jasmine flowers.
She put the flowers in a small white porcelain vase and placed it by her bed. Then she washed the quilt and hung it in the sun for an afternoon to dry. After a shower, she began sewing the quilt. It was truly arduous work, and by the time she finished, the sun had already set. It was hot, and a layer of sweat formed on her head.
She was also very tired, so she pulled down the mosquito net and covered herself with the quilt. The quilt was warm from being dried in the sun and had the scent of roses from hanging on the rose tree. Wang Jiazhi fell asleep quickly.
She woke up in a daze, and the air around her was already cold. It took her a while to wake up, and she had actually fallen asleep. It was still bright outside, and the clock here had stopped, so she didn't know what time it was.
He had left, leaving a note on his pillow: The car is waiting for you outside.
The room was filled with the faint scent of jasmine.
The scene just now came to her mind again. She shook her head, trying not to think about it anymore. But the fragrance of the flowers still enveloped her.
As soon as I returned to the Yi family, I was dragged out to play cards.
She wasn't very good at playing, and she couldn't help but think about what had just happened, especially since she had already left, but the fragrance of the flowers was still there. She couldn't help but think that she had lost money again after two rounds.
At this time, Mrs. Liang said, "Why are you wearing a flower on your head?"
"Ah?" She ran her hand through her hair, plucking a jasmine flower. No wonder she could smell the fragrance all the time. Perhaps it was only after smelling the scent that Mrs. Liang noticed its source.
I didn't notice it when I was combing my hair and kept putting it back on.
Mrs. Yi had a strange expression on her face, looking at her meaningfully. Could it be that she already knew?
Why is he so boring?
Wang Jiazhi opened her eyes and realized it was just a dream. Xiaoshuang had come back at some point and was already fast asleep.
The room was quiet, and the tent was filled with the scent of jasmine.
The dormitory was too small, and the scent of tuberose was too strong, so she chose jasmine instead. The small space enclosed by the mosquito net was filled with the fragrance of jasmine and roses. It was like a frosted glass jar of vanishing cream. Staying inside, she felt a dreamy, suffocating sense of security.
I actually dreamed about the past.
At that time, she was very scared and confused. She lost contact with the other side and couldn't sleep all night.
He would see that she was depressed and comfort her, and even asked her to sleep with her head resting on his arm.
On this quiet night, for the first time, she did not avoid thinking about the past.
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