Chapter 10 no one knows i love you

It turned out that he had never loved, and tears of despair fell heavily on Xiaowan's heart. Afterwards, the conversation stopped. The two each held a cup of tea and sat until the early morning. The sweet-scented osmanthus in the cup was as lonely as the air. To go to his house, never knock on the door, but, go straight across the living room, to find him in the study. It's not that Xiao Wan has a key, but that his door is always wide open in the air. At that time, Xiao Wan, carrying a violin, walked across the long red floor and walked through the forest like a wheat stalk in spring. Standing behind him, he whispered: Teacher Chen.

Without looking back, he squinted his eyes in the sunset, listening to Xiao Wan playing the piano, Xiao Wan's heart was suspended.There are sharp instruments in his eyes, gouging out and gouging out. In fact, he never scolded Xiaowan, but Xiaowan was afraid of him, so afraid that she never dared to look him in the eye. Many times, he said, playing the violin is not done with hands, but with heart, and music without heart is soulless. Xiaowan listened quietly, twisting and twisting her finger rings everywhere. He has a thin porcelain teapot, the paper is thin, Xiaowan comes, and osmanthus is soaked in it. Outside his balcony, there is a big osmanthus tree, which is fragrant in autumn.

Sheng Mei always came when Xiao Wan was learning the piano. She was Chen's girlfriend, a stunningly beautiful woman. Three years ago, Chen's wife went to Japan and sent back a divorce paper.Xiaowan's mother was displeased, because she paid for Chen's two hours, and these two hours should belong to Xiaowan. However, Xiao Wan doesn't mind these things, what she minds is that Sheng Mei often stands behind her, listening to her play the piano, and occasionally, giggling and leaning on Chen's ear to say something. Mr. Chen dragged her to the living room without saying a word.

Mr. Chen said that Xiaowan was not good at playing the violin, even playing the violin would be out of tune, how could he know that the out of tune was because Xiaowan's heart had gone away. That year, Chen was 35 years old and Xiaowan was 18 years old. In the fall of the next year, Xiaowan was admitted to the Shanghai Theater Academy. I went to say goodbye to him, only to find that the door was locked, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated in the keyhole, as if he had been away from home for a long time. Xiaowan stared blankly for a long time, the leaves blown by the wind brushed her legs, there was something, small, throbbing in her heart, slightly painful, like needles pricking frequently.

Autumn in Shanghai is gloomy and cold. Xiaowan often lies on the window sill of her bedroom, missing a balcony with a small courtyard. In the small courtyard, there is a round and tall osmanthus tree. When the autumn wind comes, the courtyard is full of fragrance. When thinking of this, a series of numbers leading to him, dialed up and down on the phone many times, but she was not willing to finish dialing once. The panic in her heart finally let her know that the fear of Chen was, in fact, Love. When you love deeply, you will be afraid. You will be afraid for no reason. For some reason, there is no way to escape.

When thinking of him, Xiaowan wandered around the vast Shanghai city, she didn't know what she was looking for, but, like a speck of dust floating in the wind, she flew and couldn't find a piece of quiet sunshine to rest. In late autumn, the breath wafting from an old road in Jing'an District made her cry like rain. The breath came from the shops on the street, and then she saw a few golden words on the facade: sweet-scented osmanthus cake. That day, she was sitting on the table next to the window of the store, with a few warm sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in front of her. Later, Xiao Wan worked as a part-time worker of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. In fact, she was not making money. She thought that when she returned from the winter vacation, she would go to Chen and make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for him.

Thinking of Chen Shi, Xiaowan's image of Shengmei would flash in her mind, she secretly hated her, and hoped that she would leave Chen, and then her love would be fulfilled. When there are no customers in the sweet-scented osmanthus cake shop, Xiaowan leans on the door of the production room. The master is a middle-aged shopkeeper couple. Like all people who hold back their ancestral manufacturing methods and refuse to spread them, they always rush to Xiaowan when making key points. He smiled and closed the door. Mumu appeared when Xiaowan was standing in the sunshine of the store and lost her soul. He said: Are you new here?

Xiaowan said yes. Then, one chatted intentionally and the other unintentionally. Later, Mu Mu said that few young people nowadays like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. They prefer KFC and McDonald’s fast food. Parents do these things not to make money, but to be happy. Only then did Xiaowan find out that he was the owner's son, a clean and upright sunny man. He said that in his life, the night is the traitor of the day. , he put on the fiery red Reebok sportswear and raced, he was obsessed with the sound of the wind rushing by his ears. There are four scars on his leg, which are the souvenirs left to him by Biao Che. When Xiao Wan saw the scars on his legs later, she thought of Chen. He was her scar, and she cared about him.

It was already the spring of the next year, and Xiaowan finally learned the recipe of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Mumu's mouth. While her parents were on vacation in the country, Mu Mu secretly opened the door of the production room and let Xiao Wan squander the raw materials. The winter in Shanghai is cold, the wind is rushing outside the window, and Xiao Wan's nose is sweating happily. . Mumu stared blankly, his arms circled over, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Xiaowan's hand fell to the ground, she raised her head in horror and dared not look back, Mumu's lips gently touched her hair For a moment, let go.

Xiaowan's heart was warm, and a little touched, slipped through the tip of her heart, knowing that Mumu liked her, from the moment they met. However, she still had to go around by herself, because she finally found an excuse to call Chen and tell him that sweet-scented osmanthus can make beautiful and fragrant cakes. As soon as the phone rang, Chen picked it up. Xiao Wan suddenly couldn't speak. name. Chen slowly said: Xiaowan, what's the matter? Xiao Wan tried her best to make her voice sound more natural and calm: Oh, you know what?Osmanthus can also be used to make osmanthus cake, so fragrant...

Chen just said with a smile: I knew it a long time ago, sweet-scented osmanthus is tacky when made into cakes. Xiaowan's heart squeaked, and fell to the ground in pain. It was also sweet-scented osmanthus, so how could it be tacky? Over there, it seemed that Sheng Mei was there, and she vaguely heard her calling Chen, so Xiao Wan tactfully dialed the phone. In the dark night, Mumu would always drive his motorcycle, roaring to the downstairs of Xiaowan's dormitory, with one leg on the ground, waiting for her to smoke. Trying to drive the motorcycle in, watching Xiao Wan who is slowly going downstairs is full of happiness, like a lake rippling in the spring breeze. He always asked: Xiaowan, why don't you go to the store? Xiaowan said: What's the point of learning how to make osmanthus cake, now no one likes to eat it. Mumu said I love. At night, Xiaowan couldn't help dialing Chen's phone, even if all she could hear was the ringing in the boundless loneliness, because it was Chen's voice, and most of the time Chen was there, as if he was always on guard. Beside the phone, when it rang, he answered it.After picking up the cord, Xiao Wan desperately recalled what she said just now, but it was all vague and she couldn't find the theme. She only remembered that his voice was warm, like the winter sun standing in front of a windless wall. Pushed by Mumu's questioning, Xiaowan said that she loved someone else, but she couldn't tell who it was. She couldn't say that it was unrequited love that made her addicted, right? Mu Mu thinks this is an excuse Xiao Wan made to avoid herself: But you are always alone. Xiaowan sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, the two of them side by side, neither of them spoke, the wind brushed their faces and passed by slowly, Xiaowan said: I want to go back to the shop to work. Mumu jumped up and said yes, yes, I will tell my parents later. Xiaowan's heart was already in tears. This part-time job is really for making money. She needs money because she wants to make a long-distance call every night to greet Chen who is far away. Xiao Wan finally couldn't hold back, and asked Chen: How is Sheng Mei now? Chen paused for a long time and said: I haven't seen her for a long time, she has gone to Beijing. Xiaowan said so... The next day, Xiao Wan gave everything she had and flew back to Qingdao. Chen's door was locked. She leaned against the door and sat down, with the spring sunshine lazily crawling on her face. Soon, the hardship of her journey made her fall asleep, with a happy smile on her lips. When she opened her eyes, she saw Chen bent over, admiring her sleeping posture. Xiaowan's face turned red, and she was about to stand up, but was gently hugged: sleeping here, she will catch a cold. On the soft sofa, Chen was close to her side by side, as long as her head tilted, she could lean on it. She still suppressed this desire and said: I came to look for you before going to Shanghai, but you are not here. I went to other places to relax, I think I have been running away, I am afraid of marriage.Chen understates. Xiaowan's eyes widened in a daze, knowing that Chen Ye was a man who had gone through all the vicissitudes of life, so how could she not understand her own thoughts?Once a woman falls in love, she surrenders unconditionally and is willing to find ten thousand strong reasons for the love that should not have started. I will graduate next year.Xiao Wan softly enveloped him with expectant eyes, she was waiting for Chen to say a word, even if there was a hint, she would come to his side through all obstacles. Chen paused: Really?Actually, Shanghai is a nice city, you can consider staying here. Xiaowan's heart sank slightly, unwilling to reconcile: There is no one in Shanghai that I miss. Chen turned his face away, got up, and said in a teasing tone: I forgot to make tea for you, little girl, have you not fallen in love with someone in Shanghai for more than three years? Xiao Wan stared blankly at Chen with a calm face. Did he think that he came all the way back just to hear him say that he was afraid of marriage and to report to him his love history in Shanghai? Originally, he had never loved, and tears of despair fell heavily on Xiaowan's heart. Afterwards, the conversation stopped. The two each held a cup of tea and sat until the early morning. The sweet-scented osmanthus in the cup was as lonely as the air. Back to Shanghai, there was no tears along the way, and my heart is as rotten as a tree. The girl in the dormitory said: Xiaowan, where have you been? You didn’t ask for leave. Mumu is crazy looking for you. Just now he went to the police station to report the crime. Xiao Wan said indifferently: Really. After drinking a glass of water, I called Mumu: I'm back. After a while, the roar of the motorcycle was heard downstairs in the dormitory, and Mu Mu ran up panting, grabbed her in his arms: "bad thing, where did you go?"Scared me. Xiaowan took Mumu downstairs, walked for a long time, stopped, and said calmly: Mumu, do you love me? Then, Xiao Wan became Mu Mu's girlfriend, the time was warm and peaceful, and occasionally, she would think of Chen, his face was not in the memory, only a pot of clear osmanthus tea. In fact, Chen once called Xiaowan, and the girl in the same dormitory answered the phone, saying that Xiaowan and her boyfriend had gone out on the street. Chen said thank you, but didn't say who he was. In fact, Chen wanted to ask Xiaowan: Why didn't you answer my question that day? Now, there is no need to ask, if you love her, let her suffer less harm, the swinging choice of love is a tormenting thing. Xiaowan will never know that Chen and Shengmei separated, just to have a good time and wait for love to come. In front of Xiaowan, he felt that he was so old, and Shengmei, who had a failed marriage and went away, was seen by her. In the clean eyes, let his love, a little bit of self-abased, dare not take the initiative to say it.