On a sunny afternoon, a silver luxury sports car sped down a sparsely populated road.

"Mr. Mi, this seems to be speeding, it's not good for you to be like this." The young assistant clutched the seat belt on his chest, his face covered in cold sweat.

The man known as "Mr. Mi" was a handsome man of about twenty-seven years old, with a lofty spirit and a good demeanor. He snorted, as if he didn't look down on the timid assistant, and said, "Assistant Xi, I suggest changing a pair of glasses." Then see if I'm speeding or not. ”

As if he was really mistaken, Xi Fan looked embarrassed, accompanied by a smiling face, and took the risk to discuss: "But Mr. Xi, can you please drive slower?" ”

Mi Hao refused mercilessly: "It's my freedom to drive fast and slow." ”

"But......," said the young assistant.

"What is it?" Mi Hao yelled impatiently, he really can't talk to Xi Fan, a big man, grinding and chirping, it's annoying to watch.

"I feel like I......'m going to throw up," Xi Fan said weakly, his face pale.

Mi Hao: "......"

Mi Hao suddenly parked the car on the side of the road, put on his sunglasses, pushed the door and walked down: "You drive the car back to the hotel, be careful." I'll just walk around and come back before dinner. ”

"Yes, Mr. Mi, you should be careful." Xi Fan also stepped out of the car, endured dizziness and nausea, and bowed respectfully.

"Got it." Mi Hao waved his hand indifferently.

He walked slowly, and as the general manager of a company, he rarely had such a free time.

The wind blew and brought some leaves down, and it was at this time that Mi Hao saw Wen Luo.

She was standing in a clean, transparent three-sided glass flower room, bending over to play with the fresh flowers.

She was dressed in green that he couldn't name, and her whole body was vibrant, with a pure white apron and a playful ponytail held by a white square scarf.

Wen Luo arranged the flower basket with great interest, and the beautiful flowers were arranged on the shelves in rows, which was dazzling, she picked one well, in the top row, standing on tiptoe, but she couldn't reach it.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind, took the flower down, and handed it to her.

She was startled, and Mi Hao looked at her rabbit-like eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Under the sun, the sky was blue, the clouds were white, the wind was warm, and the eyes that stared at her were as black as ink, full of smiles.

She didn't know if she blushed, took the basket of flowers, and thanked shyly: "Thank you." ”

He opened his mouth to explain what he meant, and his voice was low and gentle: "Is there a wild rose?" ”

"Briar?" Wen Luo was surprised, few people need this plant these days, and it seems that this guest's hobby is really special.

"Yes, well, it's the kind of flower that can be planted in the garden." Mi Hao was afraid that she didn't know, so he deliberately explained.

"Oh, we don't have that in the store." Wen Luo tilted his head and thought for a while, "Tomorrow is Saturday, or you come tomorrow, and I'll take you to buy it." ”

"Okay." Mi Hao handed out a business card with his name and phone number written on it, "I'll wait for you here at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

Wen Luo accepted it, it turned out that this bright-eyed and bright-toothed guest was called Mi Hao.

Mi Hao walked out of the glass flower room and glanced up at the name of the store - the wooden signboard said Anarkia Nian, which was very literary and artistic.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number: "Xi Fan, call the airline, we won't leave tomorrow, and the ticket will be changed until the day after tomorrow." ”

Xi Fan naturally obeyed his family's Mi Zong, and didn't ask the reason, because he wouldn't answer him if he asked Mi Hao.

Mi Hao is a free and casual person, and no one can stop him from doing whatever he wants.

***

The next morning, Mi Hao drove a sports car to pick up Wen Luo, and he saw from a distance that outside the transparent flower room, under the tall French plane tree, Wen Luo was already waiting for him.

She wore a white cotton skirt today, like a kapok girl who came out of a book.

He grew up abroad since he was a child, and he is used to seeing kapok open, but he has never seen such a pure girl.

Mi Hao recalled the Wen Luo he saw outside the glass flower room yesterday, and suddenly heard a heartwarming voice.

After graduating from college, he inherited the family business, never hesitated to make decisions in the shopping mall, and everyone was in awe of this young Mr. Mi.

Seeing too much deception, he has long lost a person's purest like.

With one hand in his pocket, he couldn't help but look at her a little distracted.

Wen Luo didn't notice it, and smiled at him, gentle and quiet.

After getting into the car, Mi Hao looked at Wen Luo, who was wearing a seat belt, and asked, "Where to drive?" ”

Wen Luo pointed in a direction, and Mi Hao started the car. The two of them stopped talking, Mi Hao glanced at the quiet person beside him, and then turned his gaze back and drove silently.

There was Wen Luo in the car, he couldn't drive too fast, and he was driving at a steady speed all the way.

The place Wen Luo said was a courtyard in the suburbs, she pushed open the door familiarly, and walked in first, and Mi Hao followed after parking the car.

There was a small old man in the courtyard, who was squatting on the ground and tending to the flowers and plants, when he looked up and saw them, he stood up.

Wen Luo introduced each other for them: "Mr. Mi, this is Granny Xia, and she is the owner of this courtyard. Granny Xia, this is the guest I mentioned to you to buy wild roses. ”

Granny Xia nodded and pointed to the fence: "The flowers are over there." ”

After that, he went about his own business.

Wen Luo smiled and explained to Mi Hao: "Granny Xia's temper is like this, don't you mind. ”

"It's okay." Mi Hao smiled gently, with a small warm light in his eyes.

Wen Luo was stunned for a few seconds, and hurriedly said, "I'll take you over." ”

The wild rose was planted behind the house, and Mi Hao followed Wen Luo through the hall. The backyard was even more open, and Mi Hao noticed at a glance the wild rose he wanted.

Wen Luo also looked at these budding flowers, looked at Mi Hao and said, "This is a light-loving and cold-resistant flower." ”

"I love them." Mi Hao smiled slightly.

"When it blooms, it must be beautiful." Wen Luo said with emotion.

Mi Hao opened his mouth, and he almost blurted out something that shouldn't be said.

- I can show you.

Mi Hao lowered his eyes and thought self-deprecatingly, it was better not to say the promises that could not be fulfilled.

Wen Luo kept squatting to look at the flowers, and when he got up again, his feet softened, and he fell straight to the side and fell into a hot embrace. Through the thin layer of fabric, she could feel the texture on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat.

She hurriedly retreated, apologetic again and again.

Mi Hao's hand holding her was still frozen in place, and he took it back and smiled gentlemanly.

Wen Luo has a fragrance similar to the fragrance of flowers, which is very light and very pleasant.

While Wen Luo was helping Granny Xia sort out the flowers and plants, Mi Hao called Assistant Xi: "Xi Fan, cancel the ticket, I won't go back for the time being." ”

Xi Fan seemed to have knocked over something, made a "ping-pong" sound, and said helplessly: "Mr. Mi, it's hard for me to explain to the company if you're like this......"

"You don't need to explain anything to those old men, you just do what I say."

After taking the wild rose and saying goodbye to Granny Xia, the two of them went to another part of the city, where there was a villa of the Mi family.

"This is where my mom lives." Although Wen Luo didn't show curiosity, Mi Hao wanted to take the initiative to tell her.

"Huh?" Wen Luo stopped what he was doing understandingly, and looked at him with a pair of bright eyes that seemed to have been soaked in water.

"When I was very young, my mom and my dad were separated. She was not used to life abroad, so she returned to her hometown alone. Mi Hao pursed her lips, "I hope she is doing well here." ”

"You're a good son."

"It's okay, she said she likes this flower," Mi Hao pointed to the flowers on the ground, "I came here for the first time and wanted her to live in an environment she liked. ”

"These flowers will bloom soon."

"Hmm."

In the evening, Mi Hao sent Wen Luo back to the flower shop, Wen Luo said that it was not easy to turn around, Mi Hao was not polite, and the car stopped at the intersection.

Wen Luo unbuckled his seat belt and looked at Mi Hao: "Mr. Mi, thank you for sending me back." ”

"It should." Mi Hao replied lightly.

"Then I'll go first."

"Okay."

None of them said goodbye because they both understood that the world was so big that it was difficult to see each other again.

Wen Luo walked to the flower shop, and looked at the way he came.

In the distance, she saw the tall, handsome man leaning against the car door, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

The background was the fiery sunset, and this picture under the sunset stayed in her memory for a long time.

***

A few days later, Mi Hao and Xi Fan took an international flight back to Europe.

After the announcement was registered, Mi Hao didn't get up for a long time, and Xi Fan looked at him several times, not knowing why.

The blooming wild rose gives people a longing for love, but love is not just a beautiful dream, there will always be a day when it is in full bloom.

Mi Hao knows this very well.

Xi Fan was always in a hurry to urge him to go back, because of the family mission he was carrying. The day of the marriage and engagement was at hand, and he had to go back and preside over the feast with the young lady of the family with a false smile.

To Wen Luo, he is a customer and a passerby.

"Mr. Mi, it's time to board the plane." Xi Fan said behind him.

"I know."

The moment he walked to the gate, Mi Hao looked back at the city for the last time.

Maybe in this life, he won't come again.

That little bit of affection compared to life is finally buried under the wild briar that has bloomed for a season.

***

Before leaving, Mi Hao went to the flower shop, the glass flower room and the wooden signboard were still the same, and there were many customers in the shop, all of whom were young and ordinary smiles.

No one noticed him, and he didn't see Wen Luo.

He smiled, leaving something outside the door.

You don't need a reason to be tempted, but there are many reasons to give up.

He has responsibilities that he needs to shoulder, and Wen Luo also has her own life.

Mi Hao knew that she was not her "right person", and even if she appeared at the right time, it would not help.

This blooming wild rose was his last gift to Wen Luo.