Candy rose of the love

Candy rose of the love
The confidente in a boudoir of mine Jing, she is a girl beautiful, and overbearing and insufferably arrogant. She once told her love history of bringing home to one's heart to me. Jing say she when working in Shenzhen, have boy send a dozen red roses to her at birthday such as her. She does not accept, turns one's head and leaves. Boy that " Thud" , in front of everybody, the single knee kneels down, with this kind of classical Western ceremony which seem ridiculous and funny in Chinese's eyes, pair is held that rose bouquet that wraps up extremely exquisitely in hands, propose to her solemnly. Then she has accepted that bunch of flowers. Later, just married him naturally.
She warns me: Someone sends flowers, don't take at will! Must let him kneel down!
I feel very laughable, can't smile in front of her. I sign gently, say: Let it be, it is not the British queen.
Yes, I am not her girl so beautiful, not overbearing and insufferably arrogant either. My requirement is very simple, so long as a rose, pass over from his sincere hands, it is enough. Perhaps, should also stare at me deeply.
This lifetime, I still confiscate and been several roses. Even if someone sends off, mostly gather one lively on the birthday, or some friends' friendship expresses. And the rose, especially the scarlet long stem rose with buds just ready to burst of that kind of blood color, it should be the explanation of the eternal love. That kind of flower can not be sent easily, not even can accept easily.
Because there is not such a flower, often a thought is being stored in the bottom of heart: If have such one, give a flower such as me, I am sure to air-dry it attentively, hide, keep it, is keeping it, the ones that use me and does not wither this life are closed to reciprocate it that will never wither in Huailai, in addition, pass it to he in my hand.
That day, the net friend associating for nearly one year, demanded to meet me, invited a place. Excited that I free and easy in the ground, landing is uneasy that rise and fall.
Think to see me, he sure from become, appear one rose pass to me behind secretly, in this way, I can do my air-drying and spending, and go to fall into lovesickness very justifiedly.
Yes, I need only one. I do not like a dozen half a dozen flowers at all times. Do not look very beautiful, is not so good as the single flower of one and straighten one's back to pitch into a heavy flower of bunch in the wind, one kind smiles at peerless elegance and talent to the first of spring breeze. Moreover, if I should air-dry and spend, it is impossible to collect all flowers, can only choose two for one. How to do that flower left. Stay, can't either; Abandon, does not also give up. How can I let down them.
A flower, is a heart; A bunch of flowers, are sharing that heart together. So, one is enough for me. Just like a person of whole life.
I faced him at last. It is him, my first love. However, there are no flowers, there is no my rose.
It is sure to have one fire hot and hurt and wronged look think his sight spread in me for me to know. He bow head go, say with a smile, work overtime today, hasty to come over any other things lead no by car.
I getting white one of him, angry. When buying flowers and seeing me, certainly the latter is more important. Can't blame him. However, fell in the heart emptily.
The next day, he accompanied me to go shopping. Each shop in the shopping center, it is bored that I enter. He stride with at my side heavy, face there is a kind of solemn and stirring expression of meeting one's death like a hero. Unless jump always and I, last clothes shelf of shop,ha, ha expression to observe him.
Then we pass by a sweet shop. Chocolate of the design some changes and candy beans, are all things that I like, so will certainly enter and have a look. It is Easter soon in those days, were all rabbit's ducks and small egg eggs everywhere. I shuttle back and forth in rabbit group, view and admire all over shop want, take and dare sweet things that wipe out quite.
Moving round to wind, I find he is not behind me. Saw suddenly, found he was squating in the corner of the candy counter, studying enthusiastically what it is four times. No matter what is seen, he is always a very absorbed appearance. So when we meet each other for the first time, it is his persistent and absorbed sight, have involved me in the love swirl without bottom.
I know he will only have such staring to me, only I too, it is not quite beautiful that will lift that pair of mine, but very limpid and broad and level eyes and he are relative.
However, he is seeing something now, that kind of secretly pleased expression, let me feel a bit strange. I go over towards his place, have taken two steps, has stopped.
I see one bright-colored rose, put in front of whom him stare. So beautiful rose. Every one, is all holding back the petal, ready to appear appearance gently. It is what I like, I have not liked the flower in full bloom, have thought them too magnificent, therefore will not be too for a long time. I have been liking the slightly quiver colored flower bud like this all the time because because it has not started yet, let me think it has tomorrow.
This cluster of roses in front of him of now, look especially plain and clumsy and tender and lovely. See clearly, the flowers made of the cream candy that it is that kind of foam formation are specially for the girl's flowers. Because they are made by candies of a monoblock, are not close petal, not pitching people's colored thorn either, the one that is supporting the candy flower is a long and thin green plastic rachis, there is a heart-shaped leaf on the stem, is fastening a very small golden card with the pink thin ribbon, that must be specially in order to wrote with that three eternal words and used. And its size, it seems only enough to write those three words. Design that is really shown consideration for very much.
It is so lovely for them not to seem, have no carve while being muddy so. Simple and understand, but and other style conditions and customs. Just as he give deep and sincere and plain letter those that I write, for those that him write such as tenderness but poem not modified speak in a low voice, I.
The smile like a wisp of fragrance of flowers floats from my bottom of heart, my full purpose with a smile looks at him. I know what he has wanted to do.
He switches back to smile. This is that I like his expression of looking most. Eyes are always very bright when he smiles, will have a kind of splendor, and some of corner of the mouth will be left curved slightly, the face making him genteel, grow out some spirits as high as the hills and as long as the rivers for no reason.
When he looked at me to smile, I have been always full of gradually by a kind of happy and temperate and moist thing in the heart.
He answers and goes excessively, hold the glasses, look once carefully, take one out to come from the flowers. I see early clearly, it is most bright-colored a moving one of dozens of. He has gone to pay on the cash registering machine quickly, then come over towards me. Put that candy flower into the my hand, say: "For you. "
I am pouting one's lips as a signal with one's head low, getting flurried. Go to the shop door swiftly, so far as seem afraid it is like that others see several of mine more.
I feel that there are a drop of very sparkling and crystal-clear things that fall down, drip and leave it on the heart in the heart, knock into so that the splash flashes. Because heart burning hot a bolling hot one, so one, sometimes, this drop sparkling and crystal-clear and already rising to blow BMW OPS water smoke, set off the whole person of I by contrast and fly and rise upwards slowly. And high the sky very that fly to gradually, expect for a long time I the emotion has returned to the paradise depended on for over 20 years, with a little smiling me, my dream my darling.
He happens to come, says to me: "Eat. " It is not eaten that I say, do not eat now.
Have looked for a box to put that flower specially, and put it in the bag meticulously. Then take it home, there emerged a long and thin glass flower receptacle to turn over, insert it inside, have put and written and seen for several days on the desk.
Expect he have tenderness honeyed purpose say, afford to say in this way. But tenacious person of silence that he is that been thinking all the time, though does not lack tender feeling, does not think either how romantic or warm he is.
Yes, he gives me a rose, and want me to keep it forever. I swallow it, it coexists with my life with my health. It will go over my body and every corner of the life with my blood vessels, let I in in this life, and perhaps it have, come Shi Du have it born, miss him.
The next life next life, and a thousand is grown in all ages, are all the expectation in the unseen world, and love, with spirit, Buddha and samsara, like all religions or faith, it is a kind of letter that has, not believes the freedom heart card not had. I look forward to, so I believe; I believe, so I love.
Having crossed it a bit, it has got hot gradually. In one are sunny the dusk beautiful, I untie ribbon and cellophane that took gently, put it in the mouth gently. The toffee is so fragrant and sweet as to fill the air in my cabin quickly.
Then, phone to tell him, have eaten up.
I say, am really spending with the candy flowers, I prefer the latter. Because I do not like the delicate gentle beauty apt to thank, I like vivid happiness and tenderness.
Yes, these happy and gentle memory that he gives to me is our reason one after another of this life, during our years afterwards at least, will often still aftertaste this and can eat the rose that can dream of with the song. The expression of the love, there is a different way to only belong to both of us here. Every year later, I will ask him to give such a flower to me. One for one year, two for two years Have the honor, Heaven give 60 of me with that he keep year, then 60 fragrant and sweet roses beautiful, will take back I covered with silver hair to warm and fragrant memory that year definitely, let one first I in the son, can for flower and to smile but flop, flop, the earth's core beat him of him also