Chapter 182
The weather started to get hot, so she went out and grabbed some cloth to make two summer clothes.
There is a huge rose tree planted next to the stone steps of a ferry. Now it is full of large red rose flowers, and you can smell the fragrance from a distance.
When she saw the rose, she went to sit on the stone steps in front of her and looked at the flowers.
Some novels, in an effort to portray the heroine as elegant and refined, deliberately emphasize that the heroine dislikes roses because they are vulgar. Wang Jiazhi disagrees. Roses are charming, not vulgar. Especially the rich floral fragrance, which creates a slightly intoxicated, ethereal feeling.
At this time, a little white cat appeared. It was very clean and its owner must like it very much.
She held the kitten in her arms and began to play with it. Even though there was no wind, the rose petals still fell easily after blooming. The petals fell silently all over the ground, and also all over her and the kitten.
The snow-white kitten looks really beautiful with the bright red petals falling on it.
She was wearing a cheongsam with white lily branches, holding a little white cat in her arms, and behind her was a red rose in full bloom. Petals fell all over them, making them look like a very beautiful postcard.
The clouds gradually came over the kitten, and knowing it was going to rain soon, she went home. She was still in a daze, and only when the big raindrops started to fall did she pick up the cloth and run back.
After running a few steps, I met a woman doing needlework on the second floor. I took the umbrella and went back with her.
Even so, I still got quite wet.
When the rain stopped, she asked Lao Hu Zao to bring her some water for a bath. While taking a bath, she saw several red petals floating on the water. She touched her hair and dipped some on her head.
The bright red petals pressed against her snow-white skin, still carrying a floral fragrance. The warm steam mixed with the floral fragrance, enveloping her in it, made her feel light and airy.
She recalled the time they showered together, how comfortable it was to lean on his chest. He would wash her hair, and it would be so comfortable to put his hands in the foam and rub her hair. Sometimes she would even fall asleep.
I remember one time she went out to see plum blossoms and it started to rain. She forgot to bring an umbrella and had no car. Although she hid in a store and called for a car to pick her up, she was already soaked.
He had already returned home when they got there. Seeing her soaked from the rain, with white petals still clinging to her navy blue hat and windbreaker, he laughed and said, "She looks like a kitten, her fur has fallen flat in the rain."
"You're annoying~"
Then they went to take a bath together. There was a vase of red roses in the bathroom, and two petals fell into the bathtub.
He picked a few more petals and put them on her body, saying, "This is so beautiful."
Her body felt wet and cold after being drenched in the rain, and she felt even warmer in the hot bath. She leaned in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, smelling the fragrance of the flowers, and felt drowsy.
She never felt any different.
But when he saw her coming back wet, he remembered that the first time she was also wearing this navy blue windbreaker, and it was also such a cold rainy day, and she was soaked.
At that time, the room was so gloomy, damp and cold. There was no warmth between the two people. They just kept doing it violently, each with their own thoughts and sexual desires.
When I was a child, I read: Gambling books have wiped out the aroma of tea. At that time, I thought it was normal.
Although I didn’t understand love at that time, I still felt like crying when I read it.
I felt that ordinary beauty was so warm, and I thought it could last for a long time, never thinking that one day it would be gone. But one day, it will no longer exist, and how can I not be sad when I think about it?
It's like the white orchid in the yard, so beautiful and fragrant, but if one day the white orchid tree died and never bloomed again, how could I not be sad when I think of how beautiful it once was?
When she was in school, she couldn't help but think of the past. Once, someone said this, and she couldn't help but cry silently.
I always think that if I hadn't been so swayed by the emotions of Ling Chi, I would have cherished it more.
When we met again, I realized how could I cherish it anymore. The days before me could not be kept, nor could they be prolonged. No matter how hard I tried to grasp them, I could not grasp anything. I had no control over anything.
I don't know when the water had turned cold.
After she finished her bath, the sound of rain began to fall outside. She took out the "Chu Ci" from under her pillow, put it in her arms, pulled up the quilt, and fell asleep listening to the rain.
In her dream, she dreamed that he was stroking her back with his arm to soothe her to sleep. When she woke up, he was gone, but he had placed a red rose next to her pillow.
When she woke up again, it was already late at night and the rain was still falling.
She got up, dressed, held up her umbrella, went out and picked a rose, put it in a vase and put it on the desk. She lit the lamp and began to write. In the quiet night, the tip of the pen made a rustling sound as it scraped against the paper.
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