The first rose in my life was given to me by Yizhong. That year, my father passed away suddenly, and my mother's hair turned gray overnight, and she kept crying, asking me, "Daughter, what shall we do from now on?" Yizhong said: "Master's wife, please express my condolences. If there is anything I can help in the future, I will try my best." He called me mother, teacher's mother, and junior junior sister. He was a proud student of my father before his death. He studied Chinese medicine and worked as an assistant in his father's clinic after school. His father is the god of saving the dying and healing the wounded. He hangs the pot to help the world, and he is reticent, but every word he utters is loud and loud, and he is regarded as Hua Tuo Bianque by the patients.However, those who are able to heal do not heal themselves, and suddenly died of cerebral hemorrhage in their prime.When he died, the pillars of the family collapsed.

At the memorial service, my mother was crying to death with the help of two aunts, and I held onto Yizhong's clothes and never left her. My sister Bai Shao came to call me: "Bai Zhu, come here, don't pester him." Yizhong persuaded gently: "Just let him follow me, it's okay." The death of my father made me suddenly lose the most important reliance in my life. I regarded Yizhong as the only straw, and being close to my elder brother was like being close to my father. He took me out of the temporary mourning hall and came to the hillside of Leyouyuan behind the house.The paper money flew day after day, and a big bird kite with folded wings hung on the tree.It was late autumn, the wheat had just been harvested, and the field was desolate.The one-acre vegetable plot and half-acre garden in my family are also withered and messy. The weeds are growing faster than spinach, but there is a rose that blooms brightly, not withering at all for the sad life and death in the world.

Yizhong walked over, picked the rose for me, and said: "Although my father is dead, life still has to move forward. You have to grow up quickly, support your mother, let yourself and everyone around you be happy, Understand?" I don't understand it, but I remember it deeply and regard it as a motto of life. I held that branch of rose tightly in my hand, put it in a bottle, added it to the pages of a book, kept it deep in my heart, and will never forget it forever. That year, I was 12 years old and Yizhong was 24 years old. They also belonged to the dragon, the most illusory of the twelve zodiac signs. real.

He calls me Junior Junior Sister, and I call him Senior Brother, such as Linghu Chong and Yue Lingshan. Linghu Chong happens to be my favorite martial arts character, and there are two words that I remember deeply at the time: Qin Xin Jian Dan, chivalrous and tender heart.I thought this was the standard of a perfect man. The perfect man in my heart is Song Yizhong. He is tall and handsome, with a smile on his face, he will bring joy wherever he goes, like the sun shining, every time he comes to my house, even the furniture in the house seems to be smaller, unable to contain his overflowing happiness, and become brighter .

Yizhong was in awe of those furniture and told me: "This is huanghuali wood from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The material is extremely precious. In ancient times, craftsmen made huanghuali wood furniture as much as gold. The texture of the material itself is undulating, so the shape of huanghuali wood furniture is mostly simple and clear, which is a rare treasure.” I looked at him with admiration and felt that he was knowledgeable and omniscient. My mother was reminded, and suddenly said: "Yizhong, I'm just asking you, can you find a next home, sell these furniture, or raise some money."

Yizhong was taken aback: "What did the teacher's wife say? How could it be time to sell the furniture? If money is tight, maybe I can help raise some money." My mother smiled wryly: "Poverty is hard to take care of. Besides, you just graduated, so what kind of money can you have? All these years, Lao Bai has opened a clinic to support the family. I am a housewife, and I know nothing except planting flowers and cooking. Now that I’m in my forties, it’s hard to go out and find a job. If I don’t want to sell furniture, I have to sell the land and sell my daughter, but it’s against the law, so I have to use that piece of furniture.”

The older sister has a cheerful and straightforward personality, and she speaks quickly. When she saw her mother was finally willing to tell a joke, she immediately greeted her in a joking manner: "If you can sell me into a rich family and exchange money for my mother, I have no problem. I have also become a high-ranking child." , and let my mother and younger sister borrow all of it, everyone is happy." The mother caressed her sister's face: "If it was in ancient times, you could still draft girls. With my daughter's beauty, it's not difficult to become a noble concubine, and it's worth selling for a while. But in this era, there are no real nobles. If you don’t have capital, your in-law’s family won’t treat you as a human being, and it won’t be worth a lot of money if you sell it. So it’s better to sell furniture, or you can make a long-term livelihood and save some dowry for my daughter.”

Yizhong asked: "Then Master's wife has long-term plans?" My mother nodded and said confidently: "I've thought about it. Apart from having some experience in planting flowers, I really don't have any skills. Fortunately, there are more than an acre of land. I want to run a flower house, and then open a flower shop. , supporting us, mother and daughter, probably always supported Germany." A major event was decided in a few words, and my mother decided to close my father's clinic and change it to a flower shop, named "Flower Love". My family lives on Xiying Road east of the cross of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in the southern suburbs of Xi'an City. My mother has a rural household registration and owns an acre and a half of land. It is on the Leyouyuan on the back slope of Qinglong Temple. Li Shangyin wrote "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is only near dusk." Originally, one acre of vegetables and half an acre of flowers were planted, but now they have been re-turned to grow flowers, and a greenhouse has been set up to test precious flower species, such as tulips and birds of paradise.

Brother Yizhong sold 300,000 yuan of Ming and Qing furniture made of huanghuali wood. On the day the furniture was taken away, my mother was very calm and put on light makeup.This was the first time she dressed up after her father passed away, and there was a kind of pure beauty in her expression, watching those hard and dull wooden tables and chairs being moved out, the dark color was light, as if she didn't care at all. On the contrary, Yizhong regretted it very much: "Huanghuali wood materials are limited, and the price will inevitably rise in the future. It is a cheap sale if the whole house is sold like this."

The neighbors were all crowded in the alley to watch the fun, whispering about the Bai family's poverty, failure, and decline. They clicked their tongues, but their eyes were full of joy, and they peeked out, for fear of missing any news.Most of the people living here have seen a doctor or received medicines for free at Dad’s pharmacy. Dad never cares about who has an emergency or who is short of money.But now that my family is broken up, I can't see even a little bit of sympathy or warmth in their eyes, and some are just gloating. My sister deliberately looked at those evasive cold eyes, forcing them to turn their heads away.And I clenched my fists quietly.

No one knows, just last night, I got up in the middle of the night and secretly carved the word "white" in the secret place of every piece of furniture. It's a secret, and I won't tell even the eldest brother. Dad's clinic is closed, and I bid farewell to the small boxes with different compartments, and the scales with the smell of medicine.Touching the polished brass ring on the gate, I cried, tears dripping down on the blue brick floor, indescribably empty and desperate. It was only at this moment that I truly realized that my world had changed after my father died. The so-called death means disappearing, breaking up, not having, and completely changing. Someone put my shoulders, it was Yizhong, he said: "Baishu, let's talk." I turned around and threw myself into his arms, letting my tears fall: "Brother, I miss Dad, I really miss Dad. I dreamed about him last night. He was taking the pulse and prescribing medicine. I heard I heard his voice. Eldest brother..." We sat down on the stone steps, in front of the gate with shiny copper rings, I put my head on his lap, and he gently stroked my soft and thick hair and listened to me. "I often dream about my father. When I wake up in the morning, I will hear him reading and coughing next door, and the sound of his teacup lid touching the teacup. I press my hand on the door, but I dare not push it away. I know my father is there , but if I push open the door, he disappears..." I raised my head and begged, "Brother, I miss her so much, can you pretend to be my father and show me?" Yizhong looked deeply into my eyes, his face was full of pity and love, it was really a handsome face with a soul.He put three fingers on my wrist, and said in a low voice: "Girl, your pulse is thin and deep, your empty fire rises, qi stagnation hurts your yin, and your emotions are stagnant. These are the symptoms of depression. Depression, there are six qi depressions. , There is the depression of the five wills. The so-called depression of the six qi, that is, the evil of the six qi from outside, is incomprehensible..." His speech and behavior resembled my father's, and I couldn't help being more embarrassing.However, he suddenly turned around and said suddenly: "I'll give you a prescription: four qian for Liyoucao, three qian for happy flowers, two qian for comforting plantain seed, crushed into medicine, one qian for happy roses, red mud Slowly fry in a small stove, and fry three bowls of Wangqing water into one bowl..." I giggled and burst into tears. In the depths of my heart, the leak that was torn apart by my father's sudden death was quietly mended by the gentle words of my senior brother.The story of Nvwa mending the sky was repeatedly staged between him and me, but the tragedy of Jingwei's reclamation has since quietly buried the prelude. From then on, every weekend, I sat in front of the door with a small bench, waiting for the big brother to come to the door. Economic concerns are no longer the primary concern of our family. It is the delivery procedures for closing stores and opening stores, as well as various tedious matters such as certificate application, site selection, and purchase, which are forced to come to Yizhong. In the end, the location of the store was chosen at the section of Wenyi South Road where the flower, bird and fish markets are most concentrated. Yizhong said that good flowers are not afraid of competition. Mother obeyed Yizhong's arrangements and said: "Your father has a spirit in heaven, so he left Yizhong as a good apprentice. If it wasn't like this, I really don't know what we orphans and widows will do." Yizhong really delivers charcoal in a timely manner. Whenever he has time every day, he rides a bicycle and runs around the city to contact business for his mother, inquire about the source of goods, and even ride a tricycle to deliver flowers. Being so busy, he still doesn't forget to take time to tell jokes with me, buy me new clothes, and take me around. The most rare thing is carefulness. For example, if I mention a newly published novel or praise a certain singer’s new CD during chatting, Yizhong will definitely try to buy that book or CD every few days. Give it to me, wrapped in beautiful colored paper and tied with a ribbon. Like Santa Claus on the night of December 24th, he never disappoints me. Does he never disappoint me? No, maybe on the contrary, he is the person who disappointed me the most in my life. As early as twelve years old, I had already made a great wish: "Brother, you are so kind to me, I will definitely repay you when I grow up." "Oh, how to repay?" "I want to marry you and be your bride." This was my strongest wish when I was twelve years old. But only one year later, Yizhong disappointed me—he got married, and the bride was not me. He told my mother the news with a smile on his face, respectfully invited his wife and his family to attend the wedding banquet, and carefully sent three sets of new clothes—he was so careful that even my mother would spend a lot of money to attend the wedding. But he alone ignored the broken heart of his little junior sister. I hid in the greenhouse and wept. Those hibiscus and bergamot are sad for me. All the flowers in the Yizhong wedding were arranged by my mother. I clearly knew that the bride's bouquets were lilies and Phalaenopsis. I also put a cactus in the flowers, hoping that it would pierce the bride's fingers. Because, she was the first to stab my heart. I disappeared on the morning of the wedding, and when I came home at night, my mother scolded me and gave me no dinner because I refused to tell where I had been all day. In fact, I didn't go anywhere. I was still hiding in the greenhouse and weeping non-stop. My heart was full of despair, as if I would never laugh again. That kind of despair is different from my father's death. My father's death broke my heart, but Yizhong's marriage broke my heart. I even lost the strength to breathe and the ability to distinguish. The love of a twelve-year-old girl is sincere and painful, and that kind of pain is secret, no one will sympathize or understand, and no one will give support.Even in the face of my closest mother and sister, I couldn't open my mouth to express my love and despair.If I say so, what will I get in return?laugh at?rebuke?Or anxious persuasion? No, I don't need a reason, I don't need an explanation.Twelve years old, yes, I am only twelve years old, but I can see clearly in my heart: I love Yizhong, I love him.My feelings for Yizhong are not as simple as a junior sister to a senior brother, not as simple as adoring or relying on, but love, just love, love that is unquestionable and heart-to-heart! The young monks of Qinglong Temple were in their evening class, and the sound of chanting sutras came out one after another, and what they heard was just a sentence repeated over and over again: Song Yizhong, Song Yizhong, Song Yizhong... If you were in love when you were twelve years old, then you would know how pure and passionate that love is, but you will not be as persistent and unshakable as I am. On that desolate afternoon, I swore to the roses and birds of paradise in the garden: I love Song Yizhong, and in this life, I take my love for him as my life's work, and I will never change it until my death. I - love - Song Yijung!