Gardenias bloom bloom gardenia bloom bloom

Like a crystal wave blooming in my heart

Gardenias bloom bloom gardenia bloom bloom

It is a touch of youthful pure love

Who misses whom, wants to cross the Strait of Malacca's ship, since then out of the other party's horizon, disappearing in the distant white clouds and the sea, the subtle fate between people, is it as the book says, the people who finally leave your side and leave your world and leave your past and future will eventually meet in heaven, so in this way, will we not be sad for the loss of them now, don't care about the distress, don't care about regrets, every step in the future is so sonorous and powerful, indomitable?

Missed, lost, abandoned, left, all those strange and familiar faces that have appeared around us, will one day, the area of our hearts that govern the memory, be quietly diluted and erased by an invisible wave in our minds, knowing that the moment we finally passed away, we never remembered them?

Those who we don't want to forget, do we have to carve them bloody in our hearts with a knife in order to remember them in the long run?

After singing a song, Masaki quietly looked at them standing, and his heart turned a thousand times, life is a long song that will eventually come to an end, but life is a chess game that can never be solved, countless lives are like being in this huge chess game, this chess game that has been operating since the birth of mankind, with the inertial power that the world cannot challenge, like the moon attracted by the gravitational pull of the earth, the eternal rotation in the seemingly vast but small space.

There are some places that we can never reach, some things, we can never do, some promises, there are always only with the original sunset falling along the mountains, disappearing to no echo, no one can guarantee forever, the series can see the ending, but life can not see the ending, until the last moment, no one is sure that he has been walking the original road, holding the hand that was held tightly at the beginning, but also because of its uncertainty, a good sailor, until the last moment when the wind and waves are raging, Never abandon the ship on which you are aboard, for the moody sea is far more dangerous than the deck; Each of us tries to follow the trajectory of life and go further and further.

"Jingle", the spoon in Yuan Sha's hand fell to the ground, waking up everyone who fell into the memory, as mentioned above, a good song can arouse the most unforgettable memories in people's hearts, and can perfectly integrate with everyone's emotions, and at this time Yuan Sha and several people fell into the artistic conception of the political song, each of their hearts are full of emotion at the moment, looking at each other's faces, as if they want to remember forever at this moment, and engrave each other's faces forever in the depths of their hearts.

"Why do you always write such beautiful songs? What kind of exquisiteness is your heart? Masaki, why do I always feel as if you are always under an invisible veil, making me unable to see clearly but unconsciously wanting to find out", Han Chang thought to the melody of the song constantly echoing in his mind.

"Alas, I have to convince it, Lao Zheng, why didn't I discover your talent before, the songs you sang, I really took it, the ancients had Cao Zhi seven steps into poems, and in my opinion, you are not bad, how long has it been, how many such classic tunes have you written, I feel that the songs I have listened to this year are better than those I have heard so much", Li Fei, who was holding the green onion, sighed, he was really shocked by this song, although there was no accompaniment, he could also hear the volcano-like emotions in Zhengji's heart, even he couldn't help but tremble.

Wu Yuan, who was cutting green peppers on the side, had completely forgotten what he was doing at the moment, and felt that his eyes were a little moist, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes with his hands, and then felt the whole tear duct explode and felt the slow malice, he "Ah! With a miserable howl, he ran to the faucet, kept pouring water into his eyes, and shouted: "It's spicy to me, it's spicy to death."

Wu Yuan's performance interrupted everyone's contemplation, and seeing his performance, An Ran and the others couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're such a living treasure, who made you cut a green pepper and rub your eyes without washing your hands", Li Na said funny.

"It's all your fault and Zhengji, one let me cut green peppers, and the other sang to distract me, I don't care, I'm blind, you can do it," Wu Yuan, who had washed the water for a while, shouted with red eyes like a rabbit.

"Cut, you are careless, blame the family for Zhengji," Li Na said unfairly, and looked at Zhengji with interest as she spoke, and asked, "By the way, Lao Zheng, who was that song written just now?" It feels so good, it reminds me of a lot of old days, how happy we were then."

"Of course I wrote it for you, and I spent most of my youth in your company," Masaki said with a smile.

"Wow, Zhengji, you are a friend enough, you actually wrote a song for us, I didn't expect that I, Du Xiaokang, would have someone write a song for me in my lifetime," Du Xiaokang said excitedly.

"Just for your song, I want to play my 12-point level and cook you the best meal," Yuan Sha swore with a stir-fry shovel, and poured the cut vegetables into the stir-fry scoop as she spoke, lit the fire and stir-fried.

"That, Sasha, you don't seem to have put oil in it, right?" Zhengji on the side was a little worried about whether he would be able to finish the meal in good condition.

"Oh, it's the same in the morning and in the evening," Yuan Sha's face flushed, and she forcibly explained.

Li Fei had already covered his forehead, "I can't imagine if this pot of vegetables can be eaten after it is fried~~."

An hour later, under the scramble of everyone, the four dishes were already placed on the table, and the noodles in the pot were almost cooked.

"Sasha? What's this black strip? How come I haven't seen it? Li Fei asked with some hesitation as he looked at the plate of black dishes in front of him.

"Stir-fried meat with beans, it's delicious, don't you believe you can taste it?" Yuan Sha smiled at Li Fei as if she were seducing a lost child.

"Really? This black is the beans, and it's the first time I've seen black beans, so why don't you eat it? "Li Fei is not fooled.

"Of course, the dishes you cook are for diners to taste for the first time, you're welcome, you come first", Yuan Sha's smile froze.

"Oh, I said what do you care about so much, I'm dying of hunger, you don't eat me", Wu Yuan, who was already hungry, picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth, and then in the eyes of everyone, his face twitched, his brows furrowed, and the whole person seemed to have swallowed Coptis chinensis.

"It's not a lot, it's just a few spoons" Yuan Sha also knew that she didn't do well, and said a little shyly.

Looking at the other three dishes, Masaki and the others all looked at their hearts and noses, and no one moved their chopsticks first, and they were afraid of becoming the first guinea pig.

"I don't believe in this evil, none of the food cooked by our relatives and classmates can be eaten, get out of the way, I'll give you a taste one by one, don't call you after I finish eating", Wu Yuan, who was shabu-shabu, walked back and said with an expression of disbelief in evil.

There are three dishes, Wu Yuan went to the trash can twice, and when he saw the last dish, Wu Yuan gritted his teeth, he felt that his mouth was now sweet and sour, bitter and salty, as if the seasoning package exploded in his mouth, he had to admit that judging from the previous three dishes, the dishes made by these relatives and classmates of his were really not flattering, and his trembling hand stretched out to the last dish of fish-flavored shredded pork.

Slowly pinched up the fish-flavored shredded meat in his mouth, Wu Yuan's eyes lit up, this time he didn't run to the trash can as soon as he ate it like the previous times, he grabbed a few chopsticks one after another, but said in his mouth: "Ah, it's really unpalatable, it's really unpalatable."

"Damn, it's hard to eat, you still eat so happily, you pit goods, stop and leave us some", Li Fei and the others saw Wu Yuan eating in a big gulp, and shouted distressedly, and the chopsticks in their hands scrambled to the only dish that could be eaten.

After a full meal, a few people lazily nestled on the side of the bed, looking at the leftovers on the table, Masaki sighed: "It's been a long time since I've been with you like this, but I really don't dare to compliment you on the level of cooking, by the way, who made that fish-flavored shredded pork, it tastes good."

"Do you like to eat?" Hearing Zhengji's praise, An Ran asked shyly.

"Well, it's a very good fish-flavored shredded pork, it's just heaven compared to the first three," Masaki said with a smile.

"Alas, it's so shocking, we've worked hard for most of the day, and we're still being ridiculed by you like this, I don't think I'll ever cook again", Li Na said with a frown on her brows.

"Are you all full? Let's play cards when we're full, we're idle anyway, we haven't played cards together for a long time", Li Fei took out two decks of poker from the cabinet and suggested to everyone.

The whole afternoon was spent in giggling.

At night, Masaki returned home, he lay flat on the bed, looking at the wind chimes that had been hanging on the ceiling since he was in junior high school, and now this style of wind chimes has become an out-of-print antique, but Masaki has never lost it, when he can't sleep, he will lie flat on the bed, look at the shaking wind chimes, and then listen to the sound that seems to be the murmur of the ocean and fall asleep, and it is precisely because of this wind chimes that he is basically the culprit of all his tardiness.

Some shade outside the window swayed, and the breeze that blew into the room swept across his face, and with the sound of some grass in the courtyard, the wind chimes murmured, like a distant song.

I don't know what Liu Lu is doing, how is her grandmother? Is it still in the hospital with the bed, Masaki thought whimsically.