Gu Xiang recalled

The night was deep, the people were quiet, the dim street lamps were guarding the night, the girl was throbbing, and the heart deer was already in a hurry, when the young man stroked her hair, pretending to inadvertently put on the pure white camellia headdress for her, she finally smiled......

"Don't you know? The meaning that the camellia represents. The young man was at ease, and the girl said coquettishly: "How do people know, and you don't tell ......"

Soon, the seemingly romantic story ends, and the flowers wither.

After a few weeks.........

"Swear, you really don't plan to inherit the family business?"

Sun Chang swore without thinking about it, so he rejected his father, and his father shook his head helplessly and sighed, he knew that his son's rebellion was understandable, but even so, for the sake of his wife, he couldn't ignore it.

The long oath had always turned a deaf ear to his father's attitude, but he was not a rebellious teenager, for he had kept an old yellowed photograph and a bun in his pocket, a relic of her mother's legacy, which he had kept close to him all these years. When he can't bear the burden of life, he will always take it out and watch it again and again, and there are only sporadic memories left for everything about his mother. It's just that in my dreams, I still often see my mother's appearance, which is a Republic of China outfit, and she is peerless. In his vague memory, he always unconsciously remembered that there was a sunny noon, the little baby who was picked up by his mother, even though the past was far away, he still vaguely remembered the taste of his mother......

"President, the party is about to begin."

Seeing someone coming in, Sun Chang vowed to quickly wipe his tears and rub his eyes, turned his face away and said, "I know, Haiming, I'll go over."

Sun Chang swore that he was afraid that Haiming would see his tears, so he took the lead and walked out of the door without saying a word.

In the corridor, Chang Shou and Hai Ming chatted while walking: "Brother Chang Oath, no, President, you don't know, the host sent by the student union for this event is so beautiful, I didn't expect the college to take such care of our Guxiang Association."

"Well, is it?" Sun Chang swore unintentionally in response. Heming continued excitedly: "I heard that the host has just fallen out of love, and it has hit me hard, it seems that we can all have a chance, if we seize the opportunity and show our hospitality, maybe ......."

Hai Ming said with a sneer, Sun Chang swore that he couldn't listen to it anymore, and pretended to say that he had left something behind and wanted to go back to get it, and he would go over to meet later, but Hai Ming didn't care.

Sun Chang vowed to return to the door of the collection room, only to find that he had indeed missed the bun, so he went into the house to look for it, but he remembered that the bun on the table was now gone, and he was immediately restless, knowing that the bun was the one on her mother's hair in the old photo, and it was the most cherished headdress of her mother when she was alive. Sun Chang vowed to immediately rummage through the cabinets, since his mother's death, he has been keeping that hair bun close to him, he still remembers the musk on the bun, just like the smell of his mother's body, smelling, always makes him feel that his mother is still by his side, he has always thought that it is the smell left by his mother.

Sun Chang was anxious, and at this time, Haiming called and urged, "President, the establishment meeting is about to start, you can't be absent as the president." “

Sun Chang swore that in desperation, the bun could only come back and find it again.

Hemming tried to approach the host several times, but was stopped by the staff of the student union.

"It's a girls' room, boys aren't allowed to enter." The hostess in a cheongsam scolded him, her eyes full of disdain. Haiming was stinky by someone, although he was unhappy, but he could only leave with fun.

The cheongsam etiquette turned around and entered the preparation room, and handed the manuscript to the host, "Chen Ni, this is the reading draft to be held on stage." “

Chen Ni finished the manuscript and looked at it again and again, and asked, "Who wrote this?"

"I think I'm the president of the Guxiang Association. Hey? Your bun is so beautiful, much better than the white flower headdress you had before, is this the jewelry that the association lent us for the time being? “

"Yes." Chen Ni said with a lonely look in her eyes, Miss Etiquette reacted at this time, she said the wrong thing, she knew that the flower, that thing, was the reverse scale in Chen Ni's heart. After a long time, Chen Ni said: "It's okay, the flower has already withered, after all, it is not a fake flower, after all, it is just a flash in the pan." ”

Chen Ni stroked the female bun in his hair and muttered: "Obviously it is also born on a tree, why is this ancient tree immortal..."

Sun Changshou rushed to the scene sweating, but found that the party had already begun, and the host was giving a speech on the stage to open, and when he saw the bun on the host's head, he couldn't help but be shocked......

Mother... Mother?!

He thought that only his mother could bring out the classical beauty of the bun, but when he saw it on Chen Ni's hair, it was so beautiful and beautiful, as if it was alive again. At that moment, memories poured into his heart like a flood, he remembered, he remembered!

In the year of war, my mother unfortunately fell into the lake and drowned while fleeing after being chased by the guards. When the father saw his mother's body, he was devastated and grief-stricken. But my father still endured the pain of despair, spent all his savings, found someone to drain the lake, and retrieved the bun that had sunk at the bottom of the lake. The agarwood bun is a promise given by his father to his mother.

In a moment's astonishment, I swore a long oath and vaguely heard the words of the host on stage...

”………… Lightning strikes and death in the rainy season have left "wounds" on the wind tree, and after the wind tree is "injured", it will secrete oil for self-protection, which will form "seeds" at the beginning of the wound, and then may "spread", and these oils and wood mixtures are what everyone calls agarwood. But not all wind trees can produce incense, nor do they have to produce incense within a certain period of time after being subjected to external forces...............

Therefore, some people say that the "injury" is the scar left by the lover, the wind tree was sad, shed tears, and the tears turned into agarwood......"