Chapter 4 fourth quarter

I really regret not asking her name. Autumn, winter, spring, I have been regretting.It didn't matter what the experience was or why she did it.I'm just sad because I don't know her name. The summer vacation of the third grade of middle school is here.I got into the silent father's car again and rushed to that place. As if she could not feel the passage of time at all, she appeared again.Wearing a cool dress, walking with unsteady steps, she still slowly approached me from the path of Shanbaizhu. "I saw the car parked in front of the villa." It seems that I knew I was coming because I saw my father's car parked in front of the villa.

"So you're here?" After listening to my question, she looked away ambiguously and smiled slightly.The snow-white neck hangs in the wind. The next day, I waited for her.The next day is still waiting. She never treated me as she did that day, nor did she feel any scruples in her attitude when walking side by side on the path.Has she completely forgotten what happened last summer?I was very surprised. Walking on the path, I wanted to ask her name countless times.But every time, I feel fear in my heart, unable to ask.Not just the name, it seems that if I ask anything from her, the "secret" that connects us will be destroyed, and she will go away from me, so unfounded anxiety has been entrenched in my heart.It seemed that our relationship could only be held together by virtue of something beyond my grasp.In retrospect, this hazy idea may be correct in a sense.

"Have you seen the flowers of the mountain white bamboo?" she asked me suddenly. "The mountain white bamboo will also bloom?" "Of course." She told me that the mountain white bamboo blooms once every 30 years.Although she has never seen it with her own eyes, it is said that it is a light green, very cute flower. "What do you think will happen to the mountain white bamboo?" "Ok?" "After flowering." I shook my head silently, thinking that she would explain to me, but she just looked up at the branches and leaves in front of her, and said something completely unexpected to me.

"I'll be thirty next year." After the end of that summer, I checked the information of Shanbaizhu in the library of the school. It is very rare for mountain white bamboo to bloom. It is said that it only occurs once in 30 years, and most of the flowers bloom collectively.It is said that wild mice will multiply excessively if they eat the fruit that is produced after the flowering of the white bamboo, so the flowers of the white bamboo were regarded as a bad omen in the past.As for the reasons for flowering, there are theories about the nutritional status of the bamboo and the arrangement and combination of DNA, etc., but there is no conclusion yet.What happens to the mountain white bamboo after it blooms?The answer to this question is recorded in the book.

The flowering lichens will all wither later. Autumn and winter came and spring came again, and I entered a public high school in Tokyo.The person whose name I don't know is still floating in my mind like a mist.In my unrestrained imagination, she devoured me several times, and spread her snow-white body under me several times.