Chapter 12 (12) Eternal

Listening to Anya telling her stories, I often get carried away; in a trance, I became her, immersed in that unbelievably beautiful love, laughing or crying.The night in the small town is very quiet, but I often toss and turn and have trouble falling asleep. Fanny is back.She has bought the restaurant and is decorating it. Dehan is back too. "Do you scold me every day? I keep sneezing!" Fanny tickled me. "What! It was Dehan who missed you and made you sneeze!" I yelled as I ran away. Dehan giggled, "To be honest, I really scolded." "You!" Fanny gave him a ferocious look, grabbed my shoulder again, and yelled in my ear, "Oh, I'm free, I'll take you around? Let's have a good time. Take a vacation!"

"What? You guys are going on vacation, what should I do? I have to be alone again." Dehan scratched his scalp, looking very unhappy. "Who told you to scold me? Just think you're still on a business trip!" Fanny looked at him tenderly. "I'm leaving." I smacked my hand hard with nails that nearly dug into my flesh. "Huh?" Fanny paused. "What's the matter? I'm to blame?" Dehan hurriedly defended, "It's okay, it's okay, you go and play, I will take care of the house." I looked at my glamorous friend and the man next to her who was deeply attached to her, and I thought of the slender and elegant girl in the flower shop. "I think I should go," I said, "I've seen the most beautiful sights here."

"Oh? What kind of places have you been alone? The old castle by the lake or the forest bathing place?" Fanny asked me with a rather disappointed tone. "Neither. It's A Cote de le Cafe, a florist two streets away." "What's the matter with the florist?" Dehan pushed his spectacles from me to Fanny. I told them Anya's story. "Oh! I said you silly girl, someone made up a story to trick you!" Fanny took a wet towel and wiped my involuntary tears, "Your tears are so deceiving!" "My tears are worth lying to?" I got angry and pushed her hand away excitedly.

"Perhaps that Anya has a rich aunt. The lady from the rich family is bored. She opens a shop for fun and makes up stories to pass the time. What are you doing with so many tears?" Fanny hugged me tightly." It’s better to be busy. I’d rather be busy, or I’ll be bored. Don’t be angry! Think about it, is that boy realistic? Not to mention how many Chinese PhDs can be produced in Cambridge, how many Chinese are there in London A rich businessman, just falling in love at first sight, chasing after him all the way to the ends of the earth is enough drama, plus the mysterious disappearance! Is his mother realistic? His family is like an old-fashioned big family, the kind that only exists in novels now... "

"Hey, it's not that I lack imagination. Really, my family also has strict rules, but in terms of marriage, my mother never interfered with us, and she always praised Fanny." Dehan interjected. "That's right, it's not like we haven't seen rich people and people with background, so how can it be so outrageous?" Fanny continued. I won't argue anymore.Fanny is not Anya, Dehan is not Tianlang, and Dehan's mother is not Tianlang's mother.I believe in the love between Fanny and Dehan, so I also believe in the love between Anya and Tianlang—because everyone in this world is unique, therefore, there are many kinds of love among people: some love is deep , some love is very shallow; some love is vigorous, some love is flat; some love is easy, some love is difficult; some love is full of laughter, some love is full of tears; Love is staying together, some love is waiting...

I'm leaving.Before leaving, I went to Anya's flower shop to say goodbye to her.Anya and the flowers are always in harmony. "Tianlang really knows Anya best!" I sighed secretly. In the shop, there is an old song called "Forever": Longer than, there have been fishes in the ocean Higher than, any bird ever flew Longer than, there have been stars up in the heavens Ive been in love with you … "Then, come and drink tea when you have time." She smiled lightly. I can still see the sadness in her clear eyes, but I also smiled at her.She said that the moment I came in, she saw her former self; yes, she was wandering too, so she could ask me like this, as if I was just pacing back to Fanny's house again—for wandering people In other words, the end of the world is close at hand.

When a customer came to buy flowers, Anya went to greet her. I left quietly. From a distance, Anya's flower shop is so beautiful and lovable, and stands there stubbornly, just like the slightly sad girl in the shop. Maybe one day inadvertently I will return to this flower shop next to the cafe.I hope that at that time, I can see a coffee shop next to it, and a flower shop next to it for a long time. …