Seven years ago, on a dusk evening, on the edge of an alley facing the street in Shanghai, he met her for the first time. At that time, she was a woman who sold bonuses. He has loved to eat that fruit since he was a child, but in the north it is called Begonia.

Before leaving his hometown, he never thought that the warm Jiangnan also had this kind of fruit. Having just arrived in Shanghai from the north, he was inevitably lonely, often walking alone in the crowd and listening to his own voice. That day, she pushed a small cart of begonias, in the damp damp drizzling dusk, full of yellow and red to his eyes.

Maybe it's just picked, but the fragrance is still graceful. She holds the cart in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other. Business is scarce, and her appearance of standing in the light rain seems to be a lonely watercolor, which deeply touches his heart.

He stepped forward and said to weigh some begonias, and she watched in amazement as he bought a full five catties with the heroism of a northerner. Eyes collide, and feelings flow. She didn't say anything, just smiled under the umbrella, her lips red and her teeth white. When he was shocked, his heart was already secretly fragrant, and his love was uncontrollable. I don't want to do it at all, it's just a glimpse with her, plus a begonia business, that's all. He laughed at his obsession.

However, looking at the begonias she carefully selected for herself, all of them were full and plump, and I couldn't help but secretly figure out her mind. Looking up, her lake-like eyes were quickly avoiding his burning gaze. But, in the twilight, he still felt an imperceptible crimson on her cheeks.

He smiled, thanked him, and as he turned to leave, he heard her voice behind him speak to him: Here, it's called Bonus. Wu Nong whispered softly, as if the air in August in the south was smeared with the scent of osmanthus flowers. The depth and shallowness made him trance: marrying such a woman should be the greatest happiness in this life.

The love that sprouted many years ago has long since faded into him years later. As everyone knows, many years ago, he really thought like this.

For the days and nights that followed, the thoughts that were in his mind stopped there. Infatuated with this beautiful emotion, he has not explored the difference between him and hers in the slightest. And love should always have a motive, right? At that time, he was alone, alone, with no career success, and the love of a woman was enough to move him, and that kind of warmth was his only desire at that time. So much so that completely forgetting about yourself will eventually change. For example, you will succeed, you will no longer be alone, and everything will be fine. However, how can men and women who are immersed in love take care of it so carefully? At that time, he did not think at all that she was nothing more than a simple and intelligent country girl.

Therefore, the story of him and her later ended like this:

Half a year later, he married her. After marriage, she never sold bonuses again, and she was used to him raising her. He was busy outside, and she was a gentle backing at home. After all, she is a simple country woman, although she travels around in firewood, rice, oil and salt all day long, she does not have the slightest resentment. Being able to cook for him is the happiness of her life. However, his career grew and he had more and more friends. There are also more and more times when they return late or not at all. Singing every night is just ordinary. However, she never spoke, and every time she returned at night, she still waited on him carefully. It wasn't until he fell asleep with his back to her that he felt a hint of melancholy and loneliness. She couldn't help but think of the first time she saw him at the entrance of the alley on that rainy evening many years ago. The jade tree came in the wind, which made her young heart confused.

However, it was just a thought of melancholy and loneliness, and the next day she still did everything gently for him. In this way, the joys and sorrows came along the way, and she paid her heart one by one in her own way. But what? The reasons for loving someone and the wording of not loving someone anymore can be equally easy.

In the end, it can't go on. The divorce happened one morning five years after he and she met. There are no big waves, but it is calm. Materially, he did not owe her. She only kept a little, saying that it would be enough to open a fruit shop. When leaving, looking at his figure without looking back, just like the fluttering back then, it was nothing more than to stay different. When tears rained down, he faded out of her sight.

Shanghai, with the prosperity of the ten-mile foreign field, bewitches the red men and green women in it, and even sorrow and joy are changing with each passing day. It didn't take much time for the plot of divorcing her to become a nostalgic scene in his life. He is busy with his career, and he is also busy juggling between different women. In the same city, if you can't say it, you won't be able to see it. Besides, Shanghai is too big. All he knew was that she had opened a fruit shop on Caobao Road. However, he ran all day long in the bustling city of Shanghai, for all kinds of business, for all kinds of women, but he never had the opportunity to pass by her fruit shop.

Two years later, one rainy night, he suddenly remembered her. I drove a private car and searched along Caobao Road. The light rain knocked on the car window, causing him to look around in the car in a trance. The lights and crowds of people in the streets seem to be blended in a thick and sad watercolor painting. He suddenly remembered that rainy evening seven years ago, when he had met her for the first time when he was struggling. The woman who has been around too much is finally a little tired. The moment I thought of her, I felt a warmth that I had never felt before. These warmth made him lurk in the bottom of his heart and still have a little love that he has not realized for a long time, unexpectedly, like a light rain, rippling. Even he himself was amazed.

Finally at the end of Caobao Road, I saw her fruit shop, it was more than 10 o'clock at night, the location was not good, there was no customer, under the dim light, she held a pale green oil-paper umbrella, gently looked around, with a faint loneliness in her eyes, just like back then. Through the foggy light rain, he watched her standing in the rain from a distance in the car, and suddenly wanted to cry.

He turned off his headlights and sat quietly inside, surveying her fruit shop. The various fruits in the store are packed in a variety of delicate fruit baskets, all of which are translucent. At this time, Shanghai is the peak season for bonus listing. But in her shop, as far as the eye could see, there was almost everything, except for the red and yellow color that he had once been deeply infatuated with. Like the love for her, it is all left in the memory.

He watched as she wearily put away her umbrella and retreated into the store. Later, a sturdy-looking but honest man walked out and carried back to the store with her the basket of fruit that had been placed in front of the store. It's time to close, he thought to himself in the car. Looking at her and the man, back and forth, moving the fruit very tacitly, I couldn't help but feel lonely again.

It can be regarded as a reunion, but he didn't get out of the car. With all this in front of him, there was no reason for him to get out of the car.

Compared with the easy change of face and the easy aging of life, the most changeable thing is probably the human heart. She guarded him for five years, and her heart was not moved by others. After only two years of leaving, I have a heart where I belong. He had no right to blame her, it was he who missed it. Because the heart moves with the environment, it leaves a bonus in vain. Regardless of their respective identities, in the world, people are the same.