"This money has to be deducted from your salary. President Hao pushed his glasses and said to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen looked anxious: "But, Ding Cuizhen messed up this matter!"

President Hao slapped his hand on the table: "Did you go with Ding Cuizhen? Did I tell you before I went? If something is smashed, it will be smashed, review your own reasons, don't push everything on other people's heads!"

"......"

Jiang Wen wanted to say more, but President Hao waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, go out, if you feel wronged, you don't want to do it, you can leave at any time." ”

So Jiang Wen breathed down and said nothing more.

Jiang Wenwen wrote for the Qingchuan Newspaper, and submitted some short articles or poems every month, and was paid once hired. Later, he got acquainted with Xiao Lin, a reporter in the newspaper, and often participated in newspaper activities with Xiao Lin, and won the job of newspaper editor.

Yesterday, Jiang Wen and Ding Cuizhen went to interview a drama performance artist together, Ding Cuizhen was in charge of the interview, Jiang Wen recorded the compilation of the draft, and the beginning of the book went smoothly, but chatting and chatting, Jiang Wen found that the young artist's shelf was a little big.

If Jiang Wen was alone, it would be forgotten, but Ding Cuizhen was proud of herself and quarreled directly with the artist, and this noisy interview was naturally yellow, and the two of them were also kicked out of the troupe.

Jiang Wen knew that President Hao knew that this matter was all thanks to Ding Cuizhen, after all, Ding Cuizhen was both willful and weird, and she was notoriously difficult in the newspaper, but this Ding Cuizhen's family seemed to be quite simple, and no one in the newspaper dared to offend her, even President Hao had to give her a few faces.

This matter of carrying the black pot fell on Jiang Wen's head.

Jiang Wen was so angry that he was dizzy, the last time he was at Hao Wensheng's house, it was because Ding Cuizhen said something mocking him in the bathroom that Jiang Wen fled in embarrassment, and since that day, Jiang Wen has not gone home again for a full month.

It costs a lot to eat and live outside, and Jiang Wen's previous remuneration was all used to make cheongsam for Jianyuexiang, and he was penniless several times, so he still relied on Du Xiao to borrow some money to barely survive.

Right now, even if you carry the black pot, you have to deduct your salary, Jiang Wen really doesn't even have the money for the next meal.

Thinking about it, I still have to go home, but I don't know why, I can't stop getting bored when I think of the dark and gloomy home with four earthen walls, and the mother who has no culture and can't read big characters at home.

There is also the incense of the moon.

How much Jiang Wen used to like to see Yuexiang, when he was in Suzhou, Jiang Wenwen just went to Huayi Art School to find the principal to ask for a pair of ink treasures for publication in the printing agency, who knew that he happened to meet Jianyuexiang who had just finished class and was sitting under the wisteria tree reading a book.

The purple flower string hanging down is like a curtain, and she is a dream that is about to leave the curtain.

Jiang Wen was stunned, such a beautiful woman, he desperately wanted to get closer. He inquired about her name, went to be an auditor, and sent her letters every day, he coveted her every moment, out of control, and even told others more than once that as long as he could have the fragrance of the moon, even for a second, he was willing to give his life.

Later, seeing Yuexiang return to Shanghai, Jiang Wen once thought that she was trying to avoid herself, and was depressed for a long time, until he heard that Jianyuexiang wanted to go home to accompany her parents more because of her mother's health, he rekindled his hope and immediately left for Shanghai.

This time it was unexpectedly smooth for Jiang Wen, and he easily married Jianyuexiang back home.

But Jiang Wen couldn't figure it out, why was the same woman so different when she married home, how did the poetic girl in the rain and fog become a bland and tasteless woman?

Jiang Wen sighed as he walked home, he originally wanted to take Yuexiang to have more contact with Du Xiao and Zhou Bingjie, and less contact with Wang Dahua or anything, maybe she could get her back to the past.

Who knows, the first time she went, she lost Jiang Wen's face.

Speaking of Zhou Bingjie, Jiang Wen is even more strange, why is it that people are still the same exquisite and elegant when they get married?

The steps under his feet unconsciously paused, seeing that he was about to reach the Sanye Bridge, the Sanye Bridge is the dividing line of the suburbs of Qingchuan, Jiang Wen felt that every time he went home before, even the air was filled with a sticky smell of pig food when he crossed the bridge.

Suddenly he didn't want to go any further, Jiang Wen turned his head and walked towards Nanmen Street.

Du Xiao lives at No. 58 Nanmen Street, and Jiang Wen met Du Xiao through Xiao Lin, who is Xiao Lin's friend.

Du Xiao also often participates in various activities of the newspaper, she is a teacher in a girls' school, she is smart and smart, has a good culture, and has a lively personality, and she is very eye-catching in the activities of the newspaper, the most important thing is that she has never looked down on Jiang Wen.

Not only did she not look down on him, but even admired him very much, Jiang Wen's articles were well written, and Du Xiao loved literature, and she said several times that she wanted to worship Jiang Wen as a teacher.

After the rain of the previous time, it was cool day by day, autumn had arrived, and people were already wearing thick cotton clothes on the streets. When Jiang Wen knocked on Du Xiao's door, he suddenly remembered that Yuexiang's birthday was also in autumn.

On one side, I happened to see a bouquet of hydrangeas hanging by the door of Du Xiao's house, the hydrangeas had already bloomed out of season, but this bouquet was still alive as if it had just been picked.

Du Xiao is really a romantic woman, Jiang Wen thought to himself, the next moment, the door opened, Du Xiao stood in the door, she wore curly hair, wearing a white lace dress, a gray-brown wool tassel scarf on her shoulders, and a pair of red sandals under her feet.

The slightly raised phoenix eyes squinted and looked out.

Jiang Wen raised his eyebrows lightly and blurted out, "Aren't you cold?"

After seeing the person clearly, Du Xiao raised his lips and smiled: "It was originally quite cold, but it was hot as soon as you came." ”

……

As soon as the autumn rain continued to fall, I saw that Yuexiang took advantage of the rare sunny day to wash the green cabbage head that I bought a few days ago, cut small slices, and put it in the yard to dry.

This is also what Wang Dahua taught to see the moon fragrance, Wang Dahua raised pigs, so he bought a lot of green vegetables, and after eating the cabbage under the leaves, the taste was not good, so he cut it to feed the pigs. But after cutting a lot over the years, Wang Dahua suddenly found that drying this cabbage head and pickling pickles had a different taste.

Recently, the cabbage is cheap, and I have collected a lot of moon incense, and I can eat it for a winter when I pickle it.

As soon as the vegetables were dried and were about to go inside, the courtyard door creaked, and Jiang Wen walked in from outside.

Since more than a month ago, at the door of the small apartment on the second floor on Baihua Road, Jiang Wen threw down Jianyuexiang and left alone, this is the first time he has come back, and it is also the first time he has seen Yuexiang after more than a month.

Seeing that Yuexiang was stunned for a moment, there were thousands of emotions surging in her heart, but seeing that Jiang Wen was still wearing the thin shirt from a month ago, she was sour and changed into a smiling face: "I'm back, it's so cold this day, I'll bring you clothes." ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly went back to the back room, took a coat out, and when he put it on Jiang Wen, he found that he was holding a flower pot in his hand.

A small round pot of red clay filled with soil and planted with an osmanthus plant.

Seeing Yuexiang staring at the flower pot in her hand suspiciously, Jiang Wen suddenly smiled: "Have you forgotten what day it is?"

Seeing Yuexiang was even more strange, Jiang Wen handed the flower pot to Jianyuexiang's arms: "Have you forgotten your own birthday?" I originally wanted to send you a bouquet of flowers, but then I thought that flowers will always wither one day, so it is better to send you a pot of flowers planted in the soil, so that it can bloom every day and every year, for a lifetime, just like us." ”

Seeing the moon incense holding the osmanthus flowers, the dark green leaves are clusters of goose-yellow flowers, and the rich floral fragrance comes to the nose.

If she had put it aside, she would have been full of joy, but now, what she wanted to ask most was how much the pot of flowers costed.

It was very disappointing to ask this, seeing that Yuexiang couldn't help it, she bit her lip, but still spoke, and asked casually: "Is this bought with your manuscript fee this month?"

Jiang Wen's eyebrows immediately furrowed, and soon flattened again, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "What's the point of asking this, you only say whether you like it or not?"

"How can it be meaningless?" Seeing Yuexiang was a little angry, "There is no money at home, we are all waiting for your manuscript fee this month......"

Jiang Wen took two steps into the house, and then turned his head suddenly, his face was already ugly: "No money, no money, you only know how to shout that you have no money every day! If you think I'm poor, don't marry me in the first place!"

Seeing Yuexiang hurriedly said: "That's not what it means, it's very good here, it's just that there is no money and no money, if the money to buy this pot of flowers can be exchanged for rice, meat, grain and oil, it will be much more practical." ”

Practical and practical, he only knows how to eat and drink! Jiang Wen was so angry that his chest hurt, he shouldn't have come back!

He shouldn't have kindly asked Du Xiao to borrow money again, and Baba went to buy a gift and came back to be angry! He should have understood that where did he still know what kind of customs did he know when he saw Yuexiang now, and he was only full of this little bit of life in front of him.

"The manuscript fee is gone!" Jiang Wen shouted at Yuexiang at the top of his voice, "You don't want to forget about this flower!

After roaring, his eyes were red, the green tendons on his neck rose, his hand was raised, and he quickly hit the flower pot in Jian Yuexiang's arms.

Seeing that Yuexiang's ears were buzzing non-stop, I only felt a sudden pain in my hand, and with a bang, the flower pot fell apart, the soil splashed on my feet, wet, the osmanthus was slanted in the soil, and the yellow and clear flowers were sprinkled on the ground.

Looking up, Jiang Wen had already pushed the door out.

"Ouch, what's the noise!" Liu Fang heard the sound and ran out, and saw Yuexiang standing straight in the middle of the courtyard, and just about to scold the words suddenly took it back, and turned around to go to the stove house to get a broom.

Seeing that the hot tears in Yuexiang's eyes were hard to hold, she let out a long breath, squatted down, the fragrance of flowers was still there, and the osmanthus flowers sprinkled everywhere reminded her of the letters Jiang Wen gave her.

There is a letter full of osmanthus flowers, the scorching heat at the beginning is real, and the departure now is also true.

When Liu Fang leaned over, she saw Yuexiang take the broom in her hand, cleaned up the broken flower pots and the soil in a place, and then took the soil shovel and replanted the osmanthus in the corner of the yard.

Together, I only felt that the world was spinning, and as soon as it was dark in front of me, I fell backwards......