Chapter 5 Part 2 Roses in Bloom (1)

When I saw Huang Meigui, she was thirty years old. There was a funeral in the Huang family, and she returned home from a foreign country, but she didn't leave afterwards, but stayed and wanted to renovate the house, so she asked her brother to find someone to help.Architect Huang Zhenhua is a well-known romantic figure in the industry, and his younger generations admire him. I obey all his orders. When I saw Yellow Rose, I was shocked by her beauty.It was a rainy day, when I arrived at the old Huangzhai house, I was 20 minutes late due to the traffic jam, and I forgot to bring my umbrella, so I ran upstairs in the rain, soaking half of my trousers, and hurriedly rang the bell. As soon as the door opened, I was stunned.

I believe that my mouth must be wide open, because I have never been superstitious about beautiful women, thinking that women can win by temperament, but when I saw this woman standing inside the door, I was amazed and could not rely on myself. How should I describe her? She was very tired at the time, she leaned against the door frame as soon as she opened the door, her small face was slightly raised, with a questioning look on her face, her skin was white and glistening, there was a mole under the corner of her eye, but her eyes were gloomy and black, her hair was tied behind her head He was bound by elastic bands, and he wore a black silk gown with a white flower pinned to the front.

Her beauty is flowing, and people can't help but look at it again and again. She seems to be very used to this kind of gaze, just quietly waiting for me to speak.After a while, I said, "My name is Pu Jiamin. Mr. Huang asked me to come here." "Ah, please come in." The voice was like music. I followed her into the room. Her cheongsam was very loose and fluttered all the way. The hem of the cheongsam was close to her calves, and her ankles were as delicate as marble carvings. On her feet were a pair of purple embroidered slippers embroidered with white silk thread flowers.

She sat down, waved her hands, and greeted me casually very elegantly. The maid handed over a cup of tea and walked away. She lit a cigarette, took a puff, and lowered her head, as if considering how to speak.Strange, what we are going to talk about is just decorating the house, but her posture is tactful and low, as if she has a thousand words and can't speak, and the whole person is as beautiful as a picture.The rain gradually became more urgent. The house was silent. She put her face on her hands, stared for a while, and then said, "Brother said, this house should be demolished and a builder build a building."

She didn't mean to continue after she said this sentence, she stopped without thinking, I leaned forward to listen to the following, wet pants stuck to my legs, a very ambiguous feeling. The rain was pouring down, and the thin bamboo curtain outside the terrace slapped against the wall. I was bewildered. In this dark old-fashioned hall, I was facing a strange and beautiful woman... The old-fashioned crystal lamp was hanging down, and it made a soft "ding-ding" sound when it touched the wind, ah, I was so eager for time I can stand still and not move an inch. A woman has never given me this feeling. I am deeply shocked.

She raised her eyes and said slowly: "I want to make some changes to this room, but I don't know where to start, Mr. Pu, you need to help me." She got up and showed me around the house, and I followed her. There are a dozen or twenty rooms in the old house, and she took me around all of them.I followed her in a trance, and I heard her say: "Think about how to renovate and decorate this place for me, but please don't move this study room. This study room has a special meaning to me. " I was obedient, but she suddenly turned her head, her eyes were as deep as the water of a rain pool, and she said: "I didn't realize before that I spent the happiest time of my life in this room." There was infinite sadness in her voice .

I can't believe that such a beautiful woman has so much sorrow. When I left the yellow house, I had no excuse to stay. When I saw Huang Zhenhua, I couldn't control my emotions and fluently poured out my feelings for Huang Meigui. With my back on his back, Huang Zhenhua looked up at a fan of Tang Yin hanging on the wall of his office. After a while, he turned his head and asked in a bewildered tone: "Please tell me, what is the benefit of roses, so that you go to the front line to sacrifice one after another? She is thirty years old this year, and she is the mother of a child." , think about it clearly."

I was stunned, what's going on?I do not understand. Huang Zhenhua immediately waved his hand, "Forget it, no matter how beautiful she is, it has nothing to do with a young boy like you." I didn't think so, "What young boy? I'm thirty-one years old, one year older than her." "So what? You've got a crush on her, haven't you?" I feel embarrassed, "This—" He knocked on the table vigorously, "The rose is really a thorn in my heart!" I stared at him with wide eyes. Huang Zhenhua is a handsome man among architects. He is handsome and talented. He has always been the object of worship by women. For some reason, he has been admiring himself. He didn't get married until he was in his thirties. Now his hair is a little gray , there is even a middle-aged man's charm - he has achieved success in his career, and he is in his prime, very personable, and the same sex admires him from the bottom of his heart. I have never seen him lose his manners, but today he is incoherent. complain.

Obviously he also felt that he had lost his composure and coughed. I said, "I didn't expect her to be so young." "She is my little sister." Huang Zhenhua said. At this time, Mrs. Huang opened the door and came in. When she saw me, she smiled and said, "What? Jiamin, have you been to the old house?" "yes." "How do you feel?" she asked with a smile. "A nice house with a lot going for it," I said. She nodded and sat down.Mrs. Huang is an elegant woman. Among the many women in the city, she is the only one who has character. She and Huang Zhenhua are a match made in heaven, impeccable, a perfect match.

"I have met the mistress of the house," I said. "Rose, have you seen Rose?" she asked. "Yes, she is the mistress of the house now, and the mother passed the old house to Rose." Huang Zhenhua said: "The most ideal way should be to demolish it and build a building, named after my mother." Mrs. Huang smiled gently, "Rose does everything based on emotion, which is unreasonable." I hoped to hear from Mrs. Wong about Yellow Rose, so I said, "Let's go out for a cup of tea." I took her arm. Huang Zhenhua smiled and said, "You brat, you are talking to my wife in front of me."

I said: "I admit that I am your junior. Yes, I work in the office building attached to you, but I am not a kid. I am already thirty-one years old. Remember, Mr. Huang." Huang Zhenhua smiled and said, "Yes, I will remember, Mr. Pu." Mrs. Huang asked, "Why are you drinking tea with me?" "I have something to tell you." Huang Zhenhua said: "Jia Min, remember what I just said." I said, "I'm already thirty-one years old." I took Mrs. Huang out. Mrs. Huang asked while laughing, "What's wrong with you kid? Today I wish I could stick the birth certificate on my forehead and tell people that you are thirty-one years old every minute." I pulled her to a nearby teahouse and sat down. "If you have anything to say, just say it." She was very straightforward. "About the yellow rose—" "Rose?" She stared at me, her expression changed slightly, "How about Rose?" I smiled and asked, "Why do you look like you are talking about a scourge when you mention roses? Is she a terrible woman?" "No, she's a lovely woman." Mrs. Huang breathed out, "It's too cute." "I also think so. I have never seen such a beautiful woman in my life. Wearing an ordinary black dress on her body, there are so many styles..." "Where's Mimi?" She asked suddenly. "Mimi? What does Mimi have to do with this?" I dismissed it. "You should remember that Mimi is your girlfriend, Jiamin." I said, "We're just good friends." Mrs. Huang said, "Jia Min, please be fair." I felt guilty, "But...but..." "Jiamin." Mrs. Huang put her hand on my shoulder understandingly, "Jiamin." "Rose is married, right?" I finally raised my head and asked. "Married early. Has a daughter." "How old?" I asked. "Almost eight years old." "Do you look good?" "It's exactly the same as a rose," Mrs. Huang smiled. "There's a mole here." She pointed at the corner of her eye. "Yes," I recalled obsessively, "a blue mole, like eternal tears." Mrs. Huang admitted, "She is indeed a beautiful woman. At one time she wanted to give up this career, but now she is back. After her mother passed away, she has no scruples. She told me that she decided to divorce." I said, "Oh, what is her husband like?" "A very ordinary person." Mrs. Huang said. "How come!" I was surprised. Mrs. Huang sighed, "People love some people, and they marry and have children with other people." I thought about this sentence, and then asked: "What about you, what about you and Mr. Huang?" She smiled, "I'm considered a lucky person, but Jia Min, we also have our stories, stories that can't be told." That smile was a bit desolate, "I married him late, and we all got married after a long time. Yes, although I got my destination in the end, because I know too well that I am in the midst of blessings, and my happiness is very bleak. Like me, I always have a feeling of disbelief. For ten years, every morning when I wake up, I stare at Huang Zhenhua's face, and I don't believe myself. luck……" I listened attentively and was very moved. "This world is not what we imagined it to be," she said. "Zhenhua has come, but ten years late, and there are ten years of bitterness in it. I can't say enough. You are different from Mimi. You have already made up your mind. For the rest of my life." "No, Mrs. Huang," I couldn't help saying frankly, "when I first saw the rose, it was over between me and Mimi." Mrs. Huang was shocked: "Jia Min!" She almost didn't shed tears. I have seen that look of impending disaster on Huang Zhenhua's face before. I asked, "Why don't you let me near the rose?" "No one prevents you from getting close to her," Mrs. Huang said, "but how did this kind of love at first sight happen? I know she is beautiful, but there are so many beauties in this city..." "She is different. The most beautiful thing about her is her hesitation. She doesn't trust her own beauty, so she is even more beautiful than can be described." "Maybe, but Jiamin, think twice before acting." Mrs. Huang said. "I know." I said. "Jiamin, if you have anything to discuss with your elder brother." "He?" I laughed, "Does he know what emotion is?" Mrs. Huang smiled, "It doesn't have to be someone who rolls around in a crowd of girls to understand feelings." "I understand that." "Jia Min, you are a smart person." Mrs. Huang said, "Don't hurt Mimi just because of a momentary impulse." "I know." She suddenly became sad, "No, no, you didn't listen to what we said, you no longer care what Mimi thinks, I have seen such examples." She turned her head and left. When I got home, my elder brother was practicing the Vatican dumbbells in the study. I suddenly became naughty and kicked his door vigorously, shouting: "SHUTUP!" I was so happy.The sound of the piano stopped, the door was opened, and the eldest brother frowned, "Are you back?" He asked in a low voice.My eldest brother's voice is always inaudible, and I've never heard him raise it once in my life. "Brother, let me tell you something." I said. "What do you want?" He put down the piano and lit a cigarette. "Today I saw a beautiful woman." The eldest brother chuckled, "Beauty—any woman with a flat head and full face is a beauty to you." "No, no, it's true," I argued. "It's really a beauty. I was immediately fascinated by her. As soon as she raised her head and her eyes fell on me, I felt as if possessed by a demon. It was terrible. I can't help myself at all." The eldest brother was both angry and funny, "You have never been able to do it yourself." "Brother, this time it's real." He nodded, "I believe in you." "Hey, big brother, can you stop laughing so hard?" "Have you finished? I will continue to practice the piano after I finish." "Brother—" "I know she is a beautiful woman." He smiled and put out his cigarette. "You weirdo." I scolded. "Jia Min, you are also thirty-one years old, grow up." He closed the study door. "Big brother, hello, big brother, Pu Jiaming!" I knocked on the door, "Come and eat with me." He didn't make a sound, and practiced the Vatican dumbbell again. The sound of the Vatican dumbbells is like a human voice, always pouring out some inexplicable love, and the sorrow is so sad. The servant set out the food, and while I was eating the soup, the elder brother came out. I asked, "Aren't you going out tonight?" He shook his head. "What are you doing?" I didn't take it seriously, "Practice Ancient Tomb Sect Kung Fu?" "What are you doing again? Practicing Don Juan Gong?" I laughed out loud, dear brother. "What case have you been working on lately?" I asked. "General criminal cases." He didn't want to say more. "Brother, I said today, there is a party, if you go—" "I will not go." "What do you want to prove?" I asked, "Pu Jiaming, I can tell you honestly, if you insist on not going out for a walk, that girl will not come to your door." He smiled lightly, "This kind of thing can never happen." "I believe it too, but you don't even see—" "Eat your meal." "Yes, brother." I smiled.He lit another cigarette. "You already have gray hair." I regret. He stroked his hair casually, but it didn't make a sound. "Brother," I said, "there are many beautiful and smart girls out there who are willing to relieve your loneliness." "My loneliness is not from Kong Yiji, the lord, so it's easy to solve?" I murmured: "I'm afraid that there are not many young ladies who understand my lord Kong Yiji." "What about you," he smiled, "are you still with Mimi?" "Brother, the girl I saw today—" "Mimi is pretty good already," said the eldest brother, "Jia Min, at the age of 30, you should start a family. I appreciate Mimi's vivaciousness. Don't play tricks." "But this girl today—" I lowered my head, "Brother, she is not comparable to ordinary girls." "She has three eyes?" "No, brother, you don't understand, she—" I couldn't go on. Thinking of Yellow Rose, I can no longer be lively, her beautiful figure gradually turns into a piece of lead, pressing on my heart, I must see her again, for my own sake, otherwise I will have trouble sleeping and eating. The eldest brother left the dinner table. I clenched my fists and prepared to meet the goddess in my mind tomorrow. The maid came in and said to me, "Second Young Master, Ms. Qi is looking for her." "Oh." I forgot to make an appointment with Mimi. As soon as she picked up the microphone, she scolded: "Where is your soul?" "Yes." I smiled wryly. It is a corner called Rose, where my soul is. "How about now?" she asked me, "Are you still coming?" "I don't know," I really don't know. "Why don't you know?" She asked, "Your voice sounds wrong. I came to see you. Are you not feeling well?" "There's something wrong with me," I said, taking the opportunity, "don't come here." "I'll be right there." She had already hung up the phone. I am very sorry, how could my unscrupulous heart become so fast, now there is no place for Mimi in my heart.How could it be possible, just the day before yesterday, Mimi was still the center of my life, and everything revolved around her. Now I have found another sun and got out of Mimi's orbit. I propped my head on my hands, thinking of a line that often appears in Mandarin porn: We live in two worlds. That night Mimi came, wearing her all-time favorite pink, Mimi is a simple pink. She sat there chattering and talking a lot, those trivial things that I thought were very interesting before, now only float in my ears, I am thinking about the rose in black that I saw this morning. Shui Ling's eyes, slightly thick lips, and the eternal mole of tears, and the expression of hesitating to speak, my spirit flew far and far away, and I couldn't control it anymore. I said: "Mimi, you should be tired, go back, I will take you back." I'll have to cool off with her for a while before I tell her the truth. Mimi was reluctantly sent home by me, and I— I tossed and turned in bed. The next morning, I rushed directly to the Yellow House. On a sunny day, the maid came to open the door.Rose spoke on the phone in French in the living room, raised her head and greeted me with her eyes, and I was shocked.Satisfied just by being close to her, I strolled slowly out to the terrace. She said brightly, "...Yes, on August 24th, Truffaut's film is very worth watching, 'Zu and Zhan' is too good, 'Soft Skin' can't give up, simply connect 'a beautiful woman like me' Let’s watch My Girl too, it’s (UNEBELLEFILLECOMMEMOI), it’s said that this is the first screening in Hong Kong…” "...the performance of 'Four Hundred Strikes' tonight...I have to buy a loaf of French bread and take it in. Yes, I don't have time to eat." She chuckled and hung up the phone. Fascinated, I leaned against a large goldfish tank on the terrace and looked down to see the goldfish swimming towards me and kissing the surface of the water. Rose has come to me, she said, "These fish are well-raised, just like children, they just love to beg for food." I looked at her sideways, her long hair was tucked behind her head, her temples lined her snow-white skin with long sideburns, and she was still without makeup, that white translucent, unlike human skin, like porcelain. My throat was dry, my body was drenched with sweat, and my shirt stuck to my back. It took a long time before I said, "Will you call me to watch a Truff movie?" She was surprised, "You also like Truffaut, Jiamin?" I'm happy, I never knew my name was so beautiful. Jia Min, she called me so kindly. "I don't mind, 'The Story of Adele H' is my favorite." She smiled, and in that smile, I vaguely saw Huang Zhenhua. "Come and sit down, it's so early, have you had breakfast yet?" she greeted me.There was a simple Western-style breakfast on the table, but the tableware was made of gold-rimmed Rodchenko, and the knives were all made of silver. She picked up the teacup and said, "I have been on a diet for three years. One time, I was raising After the child, she became unbearably fat and frightened herself to death. In the end, she had to grit her teeth and be cruel--I haven't drunk tea with sugar for three years, how terrible." She chuckled, "A woman is right If you are not cruel to yourself, men will be cruel to them." I watched her posture freely and listened to her talk. "Are you here today to tell me that you have decided to remodel this house for me?" "Ah, yes, Mr. Huang has given me the blueprint of the house, but I'm afraid you have to move out temporarily." I said. "Of course, I'm afraid it will be demolished like an air-raid shelter." Rose laughed. "You give me full authority to decorate?" "Full power, except for the study." I wanted to ask something, but finally held back, for fear of offending her. I said, "I've designed the pattern and I'll show it to you." "Are you familiar with old calligraphy and painting?" she asked. "I have an elder brother who is very good at this kind of things. What's the matter? Want to buy some calligraphy and paintings?" I am very happy to help her, "The Tang Yin in Mr. Huang's office is his collection." "It's expensive, I'm afraid," she said. "We can go and see." "I know," she smiled, "Jiguzhai." She wrapped her arms around and leaned against the door frame. This is her favorite posture. Her forehead and shoulders are leaning against the door frame, with her hands wrapped around her, and she has a coquettish look. This posture makes me feel in a trance. "You want to go and see?" "Of course," she said, "I'll go and change." She is indeed a master at dressing, even though she wears filial piety, all in black, because of her figure, she also looks comfortable and ironed, very beautiful, her long hair is braided into a thick braid, and round her neck is a string of round fresh water beads. My heart kept beating, and I followed her with my hands in my pockets. "What car do you drive?" "Driving a Morgan when it's not raining," I said. "It's not raining today." "It's too hot to use a convertible in this weather," she said. I blushed. She smiled, "Is it raining? What are you driving?" "Driving a small Japanese car." I asked, "How about you?" "I drive a Citroen all year round," she said. "Take my car." Even an order is repeated, and it sounds like a plea. I couldn't resist and stepped into her car involuntarily. We stayed in Jiguzhai for a long time, and I explained everything to her to the best of my knowledge. She asked: "Why are Pu Xinyu's paintings so cheap among so many famous artists?" "I have to ask an expert. I don't know. His works are good and you can buy them." "To decorate the apartment? My brother would say I'm disrespectful," she laughed. We went shopping in another street, and she bought two beautiful old crystal lamps, and said: "It will be more spectacular when paired with the two lamps at home. You can make up your mind and see if you can use them." I understand what she means, she wants to redecorate the house but keep the original style.In other words, she wanted a new house from the old, with more quaint and refined accessories than before. I am very proud, knowing the heart of a beautiful woman is indeed not an easy task. I drove her home and made an appointment to show her the sketches within a week, while making excuses to meet her after get off work by asking her to go to a friend's house to look at the paintings.I've never been nervous about dating a girl, but this time my tongue was dry and my lips were dry, and I was at a loss.If she nods, I will jump for joy, if she shakes her head, I will be like a prisoner sentenced to death. She said yes. I'm on cloud nine and I can't help myself. When I got home, I lay on the sofa with all my clothes on, blankly thinking about the situation just now, and every minute is worth remembering. I was startled, oh God, I see, I'm in love, I'm in love with the yellow rose! How did this happen?My nose is sore. I am not an inexperienced man. I have known countless women. From them, I have gained confidence. Among them, I chose Mimi, a girl who is worthy of me regardless of her family background, education and appearance. But from the beginning to the end, I didn't love her. We were happy and harmonious together, but we were not in love. Love is another matter. Now I know that love is a completely different thing. I turned around and lay on the sofa like a stone statue. One arm was gradually numb from the pressure, but I didn't want to turn. I got a taste of it, poor me. I buried my face in my hands, poor, I was carefree and carefree before yesterday, but now my breath seems to be hanging in the hands of roses like a thread.How unfair, but I rejoice in this pain. The eldest brother came back from get off work, wearing a dark suit as usual, he gently put down his briefcase, saw me lying there, and asked in surprise, "Why didn't you go out?" I don't ring. He looked at me, "What's wrong with you?" I still don't ring. The maid came over, "Second Young Master, call." I whimpered, "I won't listen." "Jiamin," said the elder brother with a smile, "what's the matter with you?" "Second young master, it's Miss Huang." The maid said again. I jumped up and rushed to the drawing room. I knocked down a coffee table with my knees. I rushed in and grabbed the microphone. I heard Rose's "Hello" over there. Eye. "Yes, it's me, what's the matter?" I asked softly. "That appointment tomorrow—" said Rose. My heart hangs, she is going to push me away, she is going to push me away. "I would like to take two pieces of calligraphy to Mr. Luo to taste and inscribe. Do you think it is convenient?" My heart went back to my chest, "Of course it's convenient." "Okay then, see you tomorrow, Jiamin." "I'll pick you up at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon." "Thank you and goodbye." She hung up the phone. My face was pressed against the cold mahogany table, Oh my heart, I couldn't help but shed tears. Big brother's voice, "What's the matter with you, Jiamin, just hang up the phone after finishing speaking." I didn't open my eyes. "Who is Miss Huang?" He sat beside me. "Yellow rose." "What an interesting name, does the person live up to his name?" "Ok." "A kind of gaudy?" "If people hadn't loved roses so much, they would have been pretty," I said. "I've never seen you so fascinated. Over the years, your girlfriends have changed like a lantern, and you can be regarded as someone who has seen the world." "Damn it this time," I cried again, "I'm in love with her this time." The eldest brother nodded, "The time has come." I don't ring. "Is it Huang Zhenhua's younger sister?" "yes." "Huang Zhenhua has such a young sister?" the eldest brother asked, "He never mentioned it." "She has always been in a foreign country, and she has been married for ten years?" "Ah." The eldest brother said, "That's not a problem, and it doesn't matter if you have children." "Of course it doesn't matter, but how should I live in the future?" I said, "After seeing her once, I want to see her again, I can hold her hand, and I want to hug her further. From now on, I will live in contradiction forever and ever. In the days when I was worried about gains and losses, I was inexplicably nervous, and I was done." "Then leave her," said the elder brother, "you'll be much happier with Mimi." "It's not like that," I said. "With Mimi, there's not much pain, but there's no extreme pleasure either." "Then be brave enough to accept this fact." I don't ring. "Let's eat." "Can't eat it." "I'm in a daze all day long." said the eldest brother. "Stop making fun of me." I said. The next day, I sat blankly in the office building, thinking of everything Rose said.I took the blueprint of the old house from Huang Zhenhua to take a closer look, I want to decorate this room beautifully for her. After get off work, I rushed to the Yellow House to pick up Rose, because she made fun of my Morgan sports car, so I drove my brother's Mercedes.She didn't tell me to wait, and when I arrived, she was ready, wearing a white shirt, black linen pants, and black open-toed shoes with a stiletto, holding a two-axis drawing in her hand. When we arrived at the old gentleman's house, she looked at the paintings and I looked at her. She is an extremely intelligent woman, and she knows it all. In the dialogue between Mr. Luo and her, I know that she has studied three diplomas in the ten years in the United States: law, fine art and European literature.She is a vocational student.I am amazed by her rich knowledge, but she has no intellectual hypocrisy at all, she is as innocent as a child.There are many women here who think they have received advanced education after studying hotel management. The old gentleman invited us to drink Chinese tea, and she slowly rushed out of Biluochun. She smiled and said, "Hong Kong is so good, I am reluctant to leave." The old gentleman gazed into her face and smiled. I said: "The old man is good at palm reading, Rose, are you interested?" She waved her hand innocently. The old gentleman couldn't refuse. After a brief look, he refused to speak. Rose asked, "Is there something unspeakable?" "The palm is very good," said the old gentleman. Rose asked, "What else?" "Offensive peach blossom." "Peach Blossom?" Rose glanced at me and said, "Peach Blossom? I thought only men have good luck." The old man laughed, pushed his chair away and stood up.I knew he wouldn't say much, so I couldn't help worrying. Rose walked to another corner to look at a mother-of-pearl screen inlaid with silver wire. I took the opportunity to ask Mr. Luo about Rose's palm prints. The old man took a deep look at me, "There is a kind of woman that any man would recognize as a confidante, but in fact she has no other desires in her heart, she is pure in heart. This Miss Huang Meigui is like this, don't be too affectionate .” I said: "I understand, but it's too late." I was melancholy, "Is there any hope for my pursuit?" "I don't know how to count fleeting years." The old man laughed. "Let's say goodbye," I said. The old gentleman stood up to see off the guest, "I'll keep those two paintings of yours for a closer look, and I'll let you know if I have any clues." I bid him farewell with the rose. She asked me: "What is a crime, Jiamin?" I was embarrassed, "I don't know, I'm afraid it means you have many boyfriends." She just said, "I don't have a boyfriend, and my divorce is not because of a third party." "What is that for?" I couldn't help asking. "Living with him was not pleasant," she said. "When did it start?" I said. Rose smiled very sadly, "It started from the day we met." "Why marry him?" I was surprised. "Because... people love some people and marry and have children with other people." This sentence is so unfamiliar, Mrs. Huang also said it. "At that time, I had no choice. All I could do was that." "Does he agree to a divorce too?" "I've made up my mind, it's useless if he doesn't agree." Rose said lightly. "Why did it take ten years?" "For my mother's sake, to make her happy." "What a price." "My husband...he actually treats me very well. We have different interests." That's all Rose said. Talking about his brother-in-law with Huang Zhenhua, he made no secret of his feelings, and called his brother-in-law a "bastard". He said: "I'm always disheveled, and I wear those kind of ambiguous shirts. People have big collars. He wears small collars. People are in fashion with small collars. His collar suddenly became big again. It's really scary." Huang Zhenhua's own dress is I've been waiting, so when I said this, I couldn't help but frown tightly, "The trousers are a bit flared, and the leather shoes are a bit high-heeled. All in all, it's indescribably awkward. After ten years of following Rose, even this little knowledge It's a miracle that he didn't learn it, and I admire him from the bottom of his heart that he's still alive." I opened my mouth wide open. Mrs. Huang laughed and said, "Zhenhua is prejudiced against him." "Gengsheng, to be honest, how does Fang Xiewen match Huang Meigui? He has worked in an American bank, and he has been in that position for ten years-fortunately, he is about to get divorced, otherwise he would just show his own experience for 'flowers and cow dung'." "Zhenhua!" Mrs. Huang was slightly annoyed, "Your words are so vulgar." I looked at Huang Zhenhua's Lanfansi shirt, Saint Laurent suit, and Vally leather shoes, all of which were impeccably lined with light gray, and couldn't help laughing. Then I said with a straight face, "I'm ready to chase roses." Huang Zhenhua said: "Single men have the right to pursue any woman, I can only advise you to take care." I bowed my head and said, "I'm definitely going after her." "Rose, oh." Mrs. Huang sighed. "She's not the girl of my dreams," I paced. "I never dreamed that there was such a lovely woman." Huang Zhenhua shook his head, "It's exactly the same." "What's the same?" I asked. "Nothing?" Mrs. Huang said, "There is something I want to talk about. Fang Xiewen decided to come here to save this marriage." "When?" I asked in surprise. "At the beginning of next month, he has taken the leave." "Is there any salvation?" I asked in surprise. Huang Zhenhua shook his head, "What Rose decides is hard to follow. She is a person who lives by instinct." Mrs. Huang looked at me and said, "That doesn't mean you have hope." "I know my fate is tragic. My heart will be crushed by roses sooner or later." "Okay, okay." Mrs. Huang was both annoyed and funny, "You hozens are usually alive and kicking like Monkey King, but when they saw the yellow rose, they all collapsed in unison and came to the world." I sighed and packed up the files. The weather is getting a bit cooler, I drive to work, turn on the radio to listen, my head rests on the steering wheel at the red light, and the song of Ross Superfield is playing on the radio-"I don't want to talk about/How you broke my heart /If I linger just a moment/Would you listen to my heart/Oh, heart/My heart/My old heart" My heart constricts at the thought of roses.If this continues, I will have a heart attack sooner or later, I smiled wryly.The horn of the car behind me sounded, and I woke up like a dream, and then started the car.The car didn't listen and drove towards Rose's house. She came to open the door, saw me and said, "Ah, Jia Min, why do you have so much time?" I don't know how to answer. She just washed her hair, her long hair was wrapped in a towel, and there were drops of water on the side of her hair. She was wearing a loose white long dress, and the little makeup on her face was washed off, but she looked very childish, younger than her real age How old. "How is it?" She asked with a smile, "What's the matter?" My voice was a little hard, and I said, "I just want to see you." I sat down by the terrace, let the sun shine on my back, and rested my chin. She gently took off the towel on her head, let the waterfall-like black hair fall on her shoulders, and combed it slowly with a comb. Her black hair glowed in five colors in the sun. I heard myself whisper, "Rose, I think I'm in love with you already." She was startled, but kept silent, while braiding her hair into a braid. After a long time, she said, "Jia Min, your feelings are too impulsive." "My feelings?" I sneered, "My feelings are not impulsive, otherwise I would have been married a long time ago, so many girls circled around me, and I may not be a man who guards himself like a jade, but I haven't treated her rightly over the years. Anyone who has ever really felt that no girl is good enough for me, until you show up... I will not admit that I am emotional." She smiled, "I love to hear what you say, women like to hear this kind of compliment, but I'm afraid you haven't seen me clearly, I'm not a lovely person." "Why do you say that?" She let out a sigh of relief, "I am a married woman, my child is nearly eight years old, and I am having a marriage change recently. My personality is free and undisciplined, ignorant, and I know nothing but spending money on dressing up. If I couldn’t even support myself, I would depend on my family, and I felt like a worthless person.” I understand her mood very well, she has never known the value of her existence. "Nonsense, Rose." "In the past, you could still say that I was a beautiful woman, but now—" she stretched her waist, and said without regret, "Now I'm old." I said, "I hope you'll grow old, Rose. It'll be all right then." But far away, she is not old, I can imagine her appearance when she was young.A doll as charming as it is soulless, but now one of her eyes is a compelling poem.Maybe knowing her ten years ago, I would date her, but I wouldn't be in love with her like I am today.She was wrong. She said: "Ka Min, I really appreciate your personality, but it's too early to talk about love, how about we be good friends?" “好朋友……”我喃喃地说，“我才不要做你的好朋友，一旦打入好友的族类，万劫不复。” “你是个任性的男孩子，要什么就要得到什么，这种例子我也见过。” 我睹气，“你一生就是忙着被爱，请问一声你可爱过人？” “也大小觑我了。”玫瑰静静说，“当然我爱过人，而且没有得到他。” 我大大吃惊，“你没有得到他？”这是不可能的。 “你以为我是什么，无往不利的神奇女侠？他不是不爱我，但是他过于自爱自私，他情愿被爱，而不愿爱人，因此与别人结婚了。我效法于他，但不久就发觉爱人尚有一分痛苦的快感，但被爱除有窒息感以外，就净得沉闷，我决定离婚。” 我呆呆问：“那个男人……他是怎么样的一个人？” “我说过了，一个极端自私的人。”她说。 “他干什么？”我酸溜溜问。 “家敏，我约了朋友，现在要出去一下，送我一程如何？中午约了大哥吃饭，你要不要来？”她站起来。 "Rose--" 她握住我的手，“我明白，”她温柔地说，“我全明白。” 她不说还好，说了我益发心酸，她在过去那十年中，不知应付过多少向她示爱的男人，这种温柔体贴的安慰之词是她一贯的手法，我做梦也未曾想到骄傲的我也会沦为那些芸芸众生的一分子，我为自己伤心。 在车中她问道：“我那大哥最近在做些什么？” “跟公务局打官司争地。搅脑汁将国际银行改建，但电脑室搬之不去，夜夜为它失眠。还有设计新机场……” “可怜的大嫂，嫁给一具机器。”她笑。 “黄太太跟他很处得来。”我说。 “更生姐有英雄崇拜，”她说，“女人都有这样的幼稚病，于是男人们都跑去做建筑师律师医生，诗人们酸溜溜地低毁女人拜金。” 她说：“其实不是这样，男人身任要职时的工作满足可弥补其他性格上的缺陷，女人不能抗拒。” 我很倾心她这番新鲜的论调，多么聪明的女郎。 她说下去，“其实我大哥有什么好处呢？他的优点全部都写在一张名片上。遇到更生姐，实是他毕生的幸运，我或是城中唯一不崇拜他的女人，故此我将他看得一清二楚，大哥除了那一门专业本领与数个衔头，什么都没有。” 我不服气：“他还是黄振华，著名的黄振华建筑师。” “那不是已经印在名片上了吗？”她笑。 她下车时拍拍我的手背，“好好做事。”当我是一个孩子。 我握住她的手一会儿，她随我握着，像一种好心的施舍。 见到她不开心，见不到她，亦不开心。我这生这世就是这样过了。 我看着她背影，才开车回写字楼。