Chapter 18 Flower Season and Rainy Season - Chapter 18 Mostly Hurt by Love

The students have a deep understanding of this internship.The summary is also well written, and Xie Xinran is one of them.Her articles were also selected and sent to the SAR newspaper. The article appeared in the newspaper.This is a glorious event, but Xie Xinran is not very excited about it. Recently, there has been an inexplicable thought that cannot be resolved. Xie Xinran was walking on the road, not riding a bicycle.She put her hands in her trouser pockets, like a boy, kicking stones on the road as she walked.Passing by a hair salon, a big color photo of Brigitte Lin was pasted on the door of the store.She had short, chic hair. Hearing that Lin Yuxia cut it for love, she touched her hair happily and went in.

"What hairstyle do you want?" "The Brigitte Lin kind," "That was Brigitte Lin's hairstyle a few years ago, and now her hair has grown again." The man explained, "This hairstyle is not popular now." "I know." "Wash?" "Just cut it." The little master held the scissors and shook Xin Ran's head.Xinran suddenly felt that this move of hers meant something, something to say goodbye to. Click, click, the long hair that had been stored for several years disappeared.Xin Ran closed her eyes and let the man cut. During the practice activities, the extremely delicate relationship between Xiao Yao and the girl in black from class (3) may not be noticed by others.But no matter what, he couldn't escape Xie Xinran's eyes.

Xiao Yao used his eyes to convey information to her from time to time.He would be the first to know that her bicycle was leaking air.A boy walked around the neighborhood for a long time and found a bicycle shop for her. Shaved hair.Xin Ran looked at the thick black hair of different lengths on the ground, feeling a little sad.After leaving the store, I happily shook my short hair, which was blown loose by the wind even though I applied a lot of "mousse", and felt a lot more relaxed. Xin Ran was walking aimlessly on the road, and couples of lovers passed by her embracing each other.Walking to the beach, I found that this place is almost a private place for love, full of couples cuddling together like no one else.One plus one is not just equal to two, two people are one world and everything.How many loves, how many worlds are there here?Xin Ran used to think that true love was rare, but suddenly saw so much "love".She couldn't help but wonder, is this love?

There is a saying in "Sissi": "When you are troubled and sad, look at nature from a distance, and you will get comfort and strength." Thank you very much for this sentence.She sat on the sand, letting the rising water soak her shoes and skirt.There is a feeling of becoming one with nature. Gladly let the sea breeze blow, like a wounded child accepting the mother's touch.Receiving the gentle caress of the sea breeze, Xin Ran felt a lot more relaxed.He raised his wrist happily and looked at his watch.It's past five o'clock.She threw a ball of paper into the sea, ready to go.She had to be home by half past five, or Mom would be rambling again.

The ball of paper was soaked in sea water, unfolded by the sea wind, and pushed back to shore by the waves.The black pen writing on the paper has melted and become blurred, and can be discerned in the setting sun: Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao, Xiao... Yao... Xinran went downstairs to their house and looked up at the 25-story residential building. The building seemed to be moving with the clouds, and she felt a little dizzy.Those ugly pigeons in their house were flying around outside their balcony. "Why do birds fly?" Xin Ran thought.There is a song in childhood: who can fly Birds can fly.

Birds How do birds fly? Fly like this. Spread your wings and fly all over the sky. Xin Ran finally arrived at home within the specified time, and sighed inwardly. Mom stared at Xinran's hair for a long time. "What's wrong?" Xin Ran stroked her short hair. "Young people nowadays. Girls cut their hair short. Boys keep it long." "I'm saving shampoo." Dad is back.As before, he never paid attention to his daughter's hair style and clothing.I didn't even realize that Xin Ran had cut her hair. Gladly remind Dad: "What did I change today?"

Only then did my father find out, and he laughed: "Xin Ran's hair is shorter than mine. Short hair is good. Short hair will increase your knowledge." The next day, someone actually asked: "Who is it? Did you enter the wrong class?" Liu Xia walked around Xinran for a few times, then brushed her hair with her hands: "It must have been cut according to Brigitte Lin's style." Someone said: "It's not as good as before." Liu Xia smiled with ulterior motives: "In this day and age, suddenly cutting short hair is mostly hurt by love. After falling out of love, I decided to bid farewell to the old self and create a new image. Lin Qingxia is like this, Pan Hong is like this, I am glad you—"

Xinran lifted Liu Xia's long hair.He pretended to smile and said, "So, people with long hair must be in love!" Liu Xia screamed strangely.Expressed resignation. She shook her head happily.Sitting on the seat, he saw Lin Xiaoxu looking at her. "In good conscience, how about it?" "In conscience, it's not very good." Lin Xiaoxu pretended to ignore it, "In the future, I don't dare to play with you." "Ok?" "It will be troublesome for my mother to see, "Why is Xiaoxu so good with a boy.Is it plausible? " Xinran was happy to be told by Lin Xiaoxu.Touching his short hair with his hand, he smiled.

At this time Xiao Yao was walking in the door, and when he saw Xin Ran, he smiled at her.It was a greeting, and Xin Ran suddenly thought of the hair on that spot, but she didn't respond. She keeps the secret in her heart Xinran stepped into the house, and there was a burst of oily smoke, and my mother was cooking. "I'm back, the meal will take a while. You should wipe your face first." "Oh." "I don't have time right now, you bring in the shiitake mushrooms that are drying on the balcony, hurry up, it's getting dark." "Yeah." Xin Ran replied, but her body didn't move.recent.She was often in a daze like this, with many things flashing through her mind like a kaleidoscope, and when she thought about it carefully, nothing seemed to come up.

"Why are you still moving? Like a wooden figure! Mom came out of the kitchen, "I guessed that you didn't do anything, there is a master and a lady in our family, and I am your mother!"My mother doesn't understand, so in Cantonese, mothers are called "lao mazi". After speaking, he rushed to the balcony to collect the mushrooms.Doors open and close with ping-pong-pong.Mouth nagging, it seems that she is very hard. "It's getting dark, and I don't know how to collect shiitake mushrooms." Mom carried a large pile of shiitake mushrooms into the living room, and put them on the coffee table.He shouted again: "Xin Ran, why don't you know how to tidy up the room, such a big girl, the living room is in such a mess, she can stand it!"

The shiitake mushrooms are placed on the coffee table, so it's not a mess. "If you stop working, your five fingers will turn into duck webs." Xin Ran was about to tidy up the living room, when she heard her mother say, "Go do your homework quickly, why are you like a child, you have to be called by adults for everything." My mother is always anxious and nagging.Like all girls, Xinran is most afraid of her mother's nagging. Xinran entered the room, opened the schoolbag, there are too many homework today, foreign language, geometry, physics... the teacher is like a competition.No one would like to miss a question.I happily picked up the English book and couldn't bear to read it.The song "Let Me Love All At Once" came from outside, and the acne-faced boy was singing on the opposite balcony, no, it was shouting, "Ah—let me love all at once, let me love all at once! He Raising his throat, roaring hysterically, and closing his eyes intoxicated for a long time, it made people get goosebumps. Please read aloud: "Professor (Professor), Professor, professor..." "Xin Ran, why do you keep repeating this sentence?" Mom asked, "You seem to have something on your mind today?" "What's the matter?" Xin Ran asked intentionally.My mother's eyes are really sharp, and nothing can escape her eyes. "I have to ask you. I usually talk so much like a sparrow. Today I ask you something, either 'um' or 'oh', nothing else." "Next time I'll just answer 'Oh,' okay?" "Talk to you about something serious. You're being sarcastic again." "I'm not talking, and I'm not talking. It's too difficult to be your daughter." "It's too difficult to be your mother." Mom sighed, "Oh, it's really a big change for a girl." "No change. Will I be a child forever?" "This change depends on how to change the law. In high school, if you get distracted, your homework will be missed. What happened to you today?" "I'm a little dizzy, I'm tired! I took the exam." Xin Ran rubbed her temples with two index fingers, stood up and closed the door, and said "professor" again. The returning pigeons lie down quietly, occasionally "cooing" twice.These pigeons were brought to Xinran by my brother when he came to Shenzhen. Fortunately, they were the cubs of the little clown when they first came, otherwise they would definitely fly back to their hometown.My brother said that pigeons are extremely human.Doves who understand humanity, do you know the sorrow of Xinran? "Why do birds fly?" Xin Ran thought again, recently she was restless, and sometimes she would get angry with her parents for no reason. Xin Ran locked her bedroom door, and took out a beautiful notebook from the locked drawer: I loved you once; love, perhaps. Not quite gone in my soul; I hope it won't bother you again; I don't want to make you sad anymore. I loved you silently and hopelessly, I endure both shame and jealousy; I once loved you so sincerely, so tenderly, May God bless you, someone else will love you as much as I do. Xinran completely copied Pushkin's love poem "I Loved You Once" in this notebook.Many people say that Pushkin's poems have lost readers in this era.But Xinran loves this poem very much, and shed a lot of tears for Pushkin's love poem, which is still unknown to whom it was written.She was moved by Pushkin's sentimental, hopeless and hopeful love, and felt great comfort for the object of this poem.It is a comforting thing when one person can once live beautifully in the memory of another. I don't know when, Xin Ran found that I was thinking about him, and this "thinking" has been going on for quite some time.She longed to see him, every morning, when his figure appeared at the door of the classroom, she would have a thrill; she longed to hear his voice.He talks to everyone, she only pays attention to what he says; she longs to... When you find out that the person you like doesn't like you, this may be the greatest tragedy for a girl.She readily recalled her generalization of popular songs on the day of Double Ninth Festival. At that time, she only felt that the lyricist was absurd, how could she fabricate those strange and weird things out of nothing, so she divided them into three categories is just nonsense.She didn't expect pop songs to be so close to life, no wonder those who hate men and women sing so lingeringly. Xin Ran looks dignified and majestic, especially those eyes, which are bright and energetic, like a pool of clear water.She is a hearty girl.But she never reveals her feelings in this regard, and she buries this secret deeply in her heart. "Tuk tuk," someone knocked on the door.Xin Ran hurriedly collected her thoughts and sorted out the items on the desktop that did not belong to the study category.The door opened, it was Dad. "Dad should thank you." "What's going on?" Xin Ran wondered. Dad has always been careful and keen in scientific research. He would use PH test paper to test and observe repeatedly, but in life, Dad lacks a sensitive PH test paper, and he seems very dull.Since that gift-giving, his daughter often contradicted him and lost her temper for no reason.He couldn't untie this knot for a while, but this time he got a letter from his son, which said: "When I received 200 yuan from my stepmother, my grandparents cried."It is said that the stepmother has a lot.He also regretted his rough attitude towards his stepmother and so on.The letter was written with sincerity.Dad was a little confused at first when he received this letter, but later he remembered that Xinran said that the money from part-time work was put to good use this time, and he understood that this was what Xinran did.He was surprised and moved that his daughter handled the things that were difficult for him to handle so skillfully and gracefully. No matter how old the child is.In the eyes of parents.Always be a child.But this incident made Dad discover that Xinran is not as naive and stubborn as he thought, and she gradually formed her own way of dealing with others.Parents should and have a responsibility to talk to their children in an equal way. "Xin Ran. You send money to your grandparents in the countryside in the name of your mother. Dad is very grateful to you." This incident really touched my father a lot.He found that sometimes he was not as good as a child.He is a contradictory body, he doesn't know which side he should face, but his daughter can have both sides.Dad handed the brother's letter to Xinran. "This is a letter from your brother. He said that he has found a job in the county and he doesn't want to come out again. Your brother also asked you if the pigeon is old enough and can fly?" Xinran took the letter, looked at the pigeons on the window sill, and said happily: "I will write to my brother and tell him that they are no longer the 'little ones' of the past, they have all grown up! The father's eyes are full of love and encouragement, and the daughter's eyes are full of hope and understanding.The unhappiness and shadow of the two generations finally dissipated.Her father talked to her about her past, life in the country, middle school days... Only then did Xin Ran realize that in the past, the weird father didn't understand her, and in fact, she didn't understand her father at all.After talking with my father, I am pleased to feel that their relationship has become much more harmonious.Many things seem complicated, but sometimes they are artificially complicated.There are many things that should be put in their shoes, and treated with a heart-to-heart comparison!Xin Ran decided to tell Dad the secret in his heart. Dad, you're fine Dad and Xinran rode bicycles to the beach for a walk together.Early summer evening.It's a bit "the moon is hazy, the birds are hazy", this atmosphere is very suitable for heart-to-heart talks. "Xin Ran, at your age, you must not be too strict in terms of emotions, especially girls, don't fall into it easily, and you should learn to be open-minded like boys." "It's hard for me to do it." Xin Ran said frankly. "Children, one of the signs of a person's maturity depends on how well he handles his emotions. You may be sad during this period. Think about it. After this period, you will be fine. Try to live your life to the fullest, keep pure, Happy state of mind, you are so young, it is difficult to predict the future, so early to invest in feelings, there is nothing beneficial. Dad is like talking to a friend, "Mature love needs mature conditions, just like a tree The growth of the human body requires watering and irrigation, fertilization, pruning, and pest removal. It all takes time and energy. Two young hearts that are sincere but not calm cannot bear so much at once. Learning, and finally ending in academic failure, is the price too heavy? " Xinran didn't fully understand what her father meant, but she liked the way he communicated with her.Nodding happily, he signaled his father to continue talking. My father went on to tell a story, and also told his own feelings: A 6-year-old boy picked the first morning glory in summer, made it into colored water, and drew a picture with a brand-new brush. Next to the portrait of the little girl next door is the words "For Keiko whom I like very much, and I signed it and put it in the mailbox of Keiko's home. Keiko, who is only 5 years old, treasured it and wrote "the most precious thing". "Twenty years have passed, and the boy has chosen a girl who is not Keiko as his lover, and Keiko is going to marry another man. "The wedding ceremony will be held the day after tomorrow. Keiko, who was sorting out old things, took out a piece of paper and wondered, because there was only a blank piece of paper in the envelope that said 'the most precious thing' on it. "The blank piece of paper originally painted Keiko's portrait at the age of 5, but, over the long years, the ink made of morning glory and the boy's admiration have disappeared." Dad turned out to be such a poetic poet.Such an eloquent person was delighted to hear it. There is a winding path ahead, several street lights are broken, it is quite dark.The adventurous Xinran rode forward, and his father kept reminding him: "Be careful, there is a puddle ahead...go straight...stop...there is a pothole...well...slow down, there is a small slope..." Seeing the puddle, Xin Ran avoided it; seeing the small dirt slope, Xin Ran insisted on rushing up.They walked out of the long and narrow avenue, and in front of them was the green belt of the garden. "Dad, did you receive any notes from girls or write notes to girls when you were a student?" Xin Ran spoke very quickly without punctuation. The question was too direct and too friendly.The frankness, boldness and openness of this generation can be a bit overwhelming to the generation before them.Dad froze for a moment, but he thought for a while.I still answered seriously: "People now make friends based on how tall they are, whether they can play, and whether they can make money; people in the 1960s and 1970s paid more attention to character and family status, and the standards are completely different from now... ..." "Dad, is there love between you and your mother? Xin Ran stopped, looked at Dad, and spoke bluntly. Dad was startled, and stopped: "What do you think?" "It seems not, you are not attached to each other like in TV." "You little devil!" Dad laughed, "It is impossible for people of our age and experience to confess 'you love me, I love you' all day long.We don't need and don't believe in verbal confession, we only believe in our eyes and hearts. Love is felt, not 'talked about'. " "What is love?" Xin Ran asked again. "The true connotation of love does not lie in understanding, but in absolute tolerance and long-lasting patience." The father did not criticize his daughter, but seriously talked with her about the two eternal topics of life and love. At this time, Xinran met an elderly couple walking towards the seaside one after the other.The old man was wearing a white sweatshirt with a round collar, and his wife was wearing a dark blue floral dress.Holding a fan in his hand.I don't know what they just said.The old man smiled mischievously, and the wife shook her head pretending to be angry, and smiled too.What did they just say?Remember the scene of love back then?He told her a joke she'd never heard?Although there is no way of knowing, Xin Ran believes that it must be a beautiful story. I don't know what attracts people, but when they passed by Xinran, Xinran couldn't help nodding and smiling at them in a friendly way, like acquaintances.They also nodded and smiled at Xinran.Missing each other, Xin Ran couldn't help but look back, and by chance, the couple also looked back and smiled at Xin Ran again.The old man is very kind and friendly. The wrinkles on his face do not seem to him to be aging, but a kind of maturity and experience; the old woman has silver hair and kind eyes.They have a big smile, that kind of smile.Only those who have survived the vicissitudes and hardships of the years, and those who are tolerant and accept everything will have it.They belong to the kind of people who are more kind and simple as they get older. Xin Ran stared at them intently, the old man was in front and the old lady was behind.The old lady kept shaking the fan between the two of them.Fanning like this makes no one cool, but this kind of action makes people feel cool and comfortable from the heart. The waves are calm and the sun is setting, and there is a faint rouge in the sky.The two old men stand by the sea, blending with the setting sun of the sea, how harmonious and warm they are.It's really like a wonderful artistic composition!It is such a wonderful description of a love story..." "It's so beautiful!" She praised happily.Xinran didn't know whether he admired this elegant painting or this kind of love. On this beach, there are young men and women hugging each other everywhere.Xin Ran disdained it and didn't even look at it.The two old men didn't move at all, they even walked at a certain distance, one in front of the other, but let Xin Ran's attention. Qiong Yao's novels are very touching at first glance. They vowed to each other forever and never changed their minds. But after a closer look, there is nothing touching. Life is not like that at all. This old couple cares for each other from the bottom of their hearts, which is admirable.Some people say that love is only the passion of young people, and the elderly are purely companions, but they can readily believe that the love of this elderly couple is beautiful. I don't know which celebrity was walking with his friend and saw a pair of young people who were passionately in love. His companion said: "This is the happiest love in the world." It is the happiest and greatest love in the world. " Yes, after more than half a century of ups and downs and ups and downs in life, love and life have withstood the most severe test, and love and life have also become touching and moving along with themselves.This old couple must have retired for many years, and their lives may be very ordinary.But the plainness is the truth. There is a song "The True Meaning of Love" which says: Love is eternally patient and kind, love does not envy, love does not boast, is not arrogant, does not act shyly, does not seek Cares about others' evil, does not rejoice in injustice, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things, love never fails..." The true meaning of love should be like this! "Dad, do you believe in love?" "Believe it." Dad thought for a while, then affirmed in a low voice. "I believe too." On the way home, I happily said to my father: "Dad, you are doing well, I would really like to take a walk with you, talk to you, like today - I am so happy today!" She is pleased to feel that the image of her father has been erected in her heart again, but this time it is not an admiration, but a role model.The father was even more relieved when he heard his daughter's words "I am so happy today".