"You are the last rose in my barren land" - Pablo Neruda, "The Last Rose".
The first time Jiang Yi met Huo Yiming was in the alley between buildings after dusk. Jiang Yi saw a man holding a classmate by the scruff of his neck as he walked past him. Jiang Yi didn't remember anything else, only that he was very tall. He and she had never seen such a tall person, someone taller than their physical education teacher.
The second time I met him was at the police station not far from home. Out of curiosity and brotherly loyalty, Jiang Yi followed them to watch a group fight involving high school students. As a result, the police came and everyone else ran away, so she just stood there stupidly, looking around for no apparent reason, but was caught by the police.
When we came from the police station, it was already dark and the streets were sparsely populated. All the children who were arrested together had been taken back by their families. No one came to pick up Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi looked outside blankly. It was raining. The rain was heavy. Jiang Yi looked outside and suddenly a black car Where the car parked, a man got out, holding a black umbrella. His black leather shoes stepped in the water and wet his trousers. Jiang Yi remembered it clearly because she was the only unclaimed child that day. Even after many years, Jiang Yi has not forgotten that feeling.
The first time Huo Yiming met Jiang Yi was at dusk, and he didn't know her name at that time.
There was a flower shop open in the alley at dusk. The door of the flower shop was filled with all kinds of flowers. Xiao Jiangyi, who was wearing white overalls, came in and out. He moved the unsold flowers into the shop and arranged everything. He closed the door, put the wrapped roses in the bicycle basket, kicked off his feet and walked away.
Huo Yiming was sitting in the car, waiting for the traffic light. It was only a few dozen seconds, but it still made people feel impatient. Huo Yiming put his hands on the car window. Because it was not his own car, Huo Yiming was extremely uncomfortable sitting in it, but he still maintained basic courtesy and self-cultivation. He estimated that the time was coming. Huo Yiming raised his head and saw a man coming out of the flower shop. The little girl was not tall, her hair was not long, and her skin was not white. She was holding roses that had not yet woken up in her hands. Huo Yiming watched the little girl find her bicycle, carefully put the roses wrapped in paper into the frame, pedal the bicycle, and drove past him, with warm yellow light, fluttering corners of clothes, hair blown by the wind, and a bright smiling face. Huo Yiming's eyes widened. Huo Yiming's daze was broken by the horn of the car behind him. Returning to reality, Huo Yiming started the vehicle and took a look at the name of the flower shop before driving past the traffic light.
December.
Perhaps he had seen too much hypocrisy and hypocrisy, but that look gave Huo Yiming a different kind of emotion.
Life is like this. Once someone meets someone, everything will be given new meaning and the ending will become more complicated and confusing.
Intention: Let love be the term and you be the prison.