(a)

On that day, we sat together in the midst of thousands of flowers, listening to the sound of bees and butterflies flying in our ears, watching the red sun slowly set westward, getting closer and closer to the horizon, and wisps of white cooking smoke began to emerge from the roofs of nearby villages and farmhouses from between the cracks in the tiles. www.biquge.info it's time to make dinner.

You look at your watch and say, "It's half past five." We're going back. Otherwise, you won't be able to catch the 8 o'clock train. ”

I looked at this sea of flowers reluctantly, and I really didn't want to leave. I want to stay here forever. I don't want to be separated from the person I remember, the intimacy of remembering him. I don't want to go back to real life. It's like a winter traveler who doesn't want to leave the campfire and jump into the icy water.

You say, "So, do we need to spend the night here?" ”

I cleared my head, I stood up, and I said, "I'm sorry to delay you so much, let's go back to the station." ”

(b)

We rode again in the fields at sunset.

Looking at the silhouette of your back in the sunset, I suddenly felt that my mood was not as depressed as before.

I look at your back and want to put my face on your back.

But I didn't do anything.

When passing by a hillside, you see that the rape flowers are blooming very luxuriantly, and you can't help but stop the car. I also slipped off the back seat of your bike.

We stood side by side, watching with a delight.

I said, "It's like heaven." ”

At this time, I once again felt some kind of memory sprouting in the depths of my consciousness.

I seem to have experienced this kind of thing: standing side by side with you, looking at the very beautiful scenery and falling in love with its magnificence. I couldn't help but turn my face sideways and look at you.

I see you're looking at me too. There was an expression on his face that was hard for me to describe.

Our eyes met.

We quickly looked away again.

There was a little embarrassment between us.

Your voice breaks the awkward silence.

You say, "Stand here and wait for me." ”

As you spoke, he got on his bike and rode away from me.

(c)

I look at you in amazement. I saw you speeding down a sloping trail.

You let go of the faucet, you didn't brake at all, and you rushed down the dirt trail of that slope at great speed. You flew straight down the slope at lightning speed!

I was shocked. For a moment I thought you were about to fall into a ditch next to you.

You disappeared into the sea of flowers with the car.

I screamed in fright and covered my mouth.

Then, I saw you emerge from the sea of flowers.

I said loudly, "Guide, don't ride so fast!" It's too dangerous! ”

I saw you holding the head of your bicycle with one hand, waving at me from afar at the bottom of the slope, and you shouted, "There is no road in the world that can make me fall!" ”

When you disappeared into the sea of flowers again, I asked aloud, "Guide, what are you doing?" ”

I heard only the echoes of myself wafting across the fields in the dusk air.

You didn't answer.

I looked as best I could in the direction you had disappeared. I didn't see anything.

The sea of flowers swayed like waves in the evening breeze.

I asked aloud again, "Guide, where are you?" I can't see you anymore! ”

You still haven't answered.

I stood there and waited for a while. After the echo of my own disappeared, I heard only the sound of the spring evening breeze blowing through the fields. In the distance, the chirping of some birds returning to the forest could be heard. Farther away, the smoke grew thicker, like many white clouds rising from the ground.

I got worried. I waited a little more in worry.

I saw some white mist slowly rising up in the field, enveloping all directions.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that I am the only one. I felt very alone.

All of a sudden, there was a huge panic in my heart. I suddenly felt very panicked that I had lost you.

I couldn't control myself all of a sudden. I shouted again loudly: "Guidance? Where are you? There was a little crying in my voice.

(iv)

Just then, I heard your voice behind me: "Here I am." ”

The sound of blood gushing in my ear drums. My heart beat faster.

I looked back in surprise and saw a large handful of yellow rape flowers.

You're getting off your bike, about five or six meters from me, and you're tying them up with a straw stick. You put them in a bunch, bundle them, and tidy them up.

You hold up this large handful of rape flowers to me and say, "Here you are." ”

I walked over and took the bouquet from you.

I looked at the bouquet, and I looked at you again.

I heard my heart pounding against my chest. I felt the blood rushing all over my body. There was a warm, languid flush on my face.

I whispered, "It's beautiful." Thanks for the guidance. ”

I don't know if those flushes are because I see you again, or because you gave me flowers.

At that moment, I knew that losing you would be an unbearable loss. You will be an integral part of my life.

You look at me standing in the sunset with the bouquet of flowers in my hand, and stand in front of you with my face red and my head bowed.

You whispered to me, "Idealism, you will find him." Will definitely find it. ”

I nodded.

You say, "Trust me. Where there is separation, there is also reunion. ”

I said, "I believe in you." ”

With all my heart, I believe in you.

(5)

What comes to mind that day, when we were about to ride out of that sea of rape flowers.

You say, "Wait." Then you start touching your pockets.

I see you pull a little money out of your pocket. You count them and take out some of them. Then you thought about it for a moment and took out some more.

You searched for it. I watched you rummage through your pockets.

A shallow smile tugged at my lips.

I pulled open the little red sports bag, and I took out a blank envelope from the compartment inside and handed it to you.

I said, "Give." ”

You look at the blank envelope and you smile at me.

I took another pen out of my sports bag and handed it to you.

You laugh again. You say, "Girls are just careful." I now know why girls carry a bag everywhere they go. ”

You take the pen and write a few words on the envelope. Then you put the money in an envelope.

Your gaze is looking around. In the end, you chose to place the envelope on a stone next to a ridge path that looked like it was often walked.

You thought about it, found a smaller stone, and pressed the envelope tightly.

You say, "You can't pick someone else's rape flowers for nothing." ”

I nodded.

You say, "Let's go back." It's getting dark. (To be continued.) )