After the connection of the four seasons and the rebirth of the infinite cycle, the kapok in Changnan still shows the flowering season and the desolation and decline alternately to this beautiful city.

In the year when the flowers bloomed, we all laughed together and made an appointment to wait for the white head;

In the end, before the flowers bloomed, the people had already dispersed, leaving an empty promise to wait for next year's flowering season.

When Shaohua rode the spring breeze around us, it blew away the old time over and over again, and blew the appearance of those people in the memory of youth day by day.

Page by page blew open the diary that recorded the poems of the cotton search.

——January 1, 2021

Xiaomian, another year has passed, and Changnan without you doesn't seem to be a big deal. You've been away for three months and don't know how your days are going in the UK. Every time Xian Xinchen occasionally talks to me about you, hehe, I don't dare to listen carefully once, I'm afraid that when everyone says you're good, they don't know your unknown troubles, and I'm afraid that if they say you're not doing well, I'll be even more sad, sad that I can't stay by your side.

With the passage of time, in exchange for the growth of kapok day by day, I stood in the kapok garden to witness the growth of those kapok, they are like young and ignorant babies growing into men who stand up to the sky. Haha, very happy. There is no snow in the winter of Changnan this year, it is exceptionally warm, and even the frost rarely falls, you must be surprised, and I am also surprised.

So I believe that next year's kapok will definitely bloom very early.

– February 20, 2021

How many years of immature growth have I spent with them, my care, my care, can wait for this blooming kapok period.

Xiaomian, when I dimly met your shadow in a dream, you were driven away by Xiao Huan who suddenly entered the door.

Xiaohuan was still as stupid as before, she pulled the quilt and pulled me out of bed, I was very angry why she came to disturb my sweet dreams, her first sentence was to gasp and say intermittently: "Uncle...... You, you go and see, the flowers, the flowers are blooming. ”

I didn't have time to blame her for disturbing my dreams, and I ran to push the creaking wooden door open completely, and the world was all the red of kapok, shrouded in vivid life force. Although they are not quite neat and luxuriant.

But this is the first flowering season after all.

At that moment, I felt a large cloud of fog in front of me.

Because I cried.

Tears of emotion.

It's really wonderful to see the flowers in the fog.

But Xiao Huan asked me in a daze: "Uncle, why are you crying, where does it hurt?"

Yes, it's the heart that hurts.

During the flowering season, the construction of the lodge is suspended.

Those noises, dust, are too polluting of those flowers.

- April 1st

On the day I came back from London, I was particularly touched and wanted to record the feeling of leaving, but when I returned to Changnan, I opened the diary and picked up the pen, but I couldn't recall anything.

Xiaomian, I still have the words you said to me at the airport, "Stay and attend my wedding", I knew this was the result, so there is no need to relive this ending.

This is a dignified and desperate departure.

- March 20 of a certain year

Xiaomian, today is your birthday.

The kapok is blooming more and more luxuriantly.

Because they knew that thirty years ago today, a beautiful girl who loved them was born.

Unfortunately, they didn't see the pretty girl.

So the first falling flower of the flower season sighed and left.

……

- The early winter of a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day

Many years have passed unconsciously, and I am still stuck to the old years.

Suddenly, one day, I found that we were both old, and I wondered if you were still the same you who liked me.

It doesn't matter if you're or not, I'm still the same person who likes you.

For twenty years, I've been in the habit of using the notebook you left me to record what I want to say to you. Like a long letter, a letter that doesn't need to be sent, strung together into those beloved languages.

……

……

Xiang Dongyang closed his notebook after writing his diary, and fell asleep on the table in a daze, and when he woke up, it was already more than seven o'clock.

It was already winter, and it was late in the morning, and when he opened the curtains, the dappled light cast on the withered yellow kapok leaves, and when he looked down the floor of the villa, it looked like a faint and old daylight on the top of the kapok tree.

Soon a gust of cold air hit his whole body, and he immediately found a cotton coat to put on his body warmly, and then rubbed his hands and walked out of the room.

As soon as he got downstairs, he saw Huan'er roasting a charcoal fire in front of the courtyard gate, and a corn bud was placed on the iron shelf. The bonnet carbon flame illuminated her face with a red glow of warmth, and she muttered, rolling the half-battered corn on the shelf with her gloves, salivating silly.

"Huan'er, why did you get up so early today?" Xiang Dongyang walked over and moved a low stool to sit next to her, she had never baked anything in the usual winter, but today she was roasted in a good way, and her serious actions were really a little surprising. Xiang Dongyang didn't wait for her to answer and asked continuously: "Who taught you to bake this?"

Huan'er thought for a while and replied, "I don't know who taught me, but I seem to have done these things a long time ago, but at that time, I wouldn't have lived in such a beautiful house, and no one would care about me as much as you."

Xiang Dongyang simply smiled after listening to this, and didn't ask more.

When the corn was ripe, the kernels exploded, and Huan'er raised it and grabbed Xiang Dongyang's arm and cheered: "Uncle, look, is it fragrant?" After she finished speaking, she wrapped the corn leaf and split it into two with force, and handed the largest one to Xiang Dongyang.

"Well, it's delicious, let's eat it. I'm not hungry yet. ”

The smile on Huan'er's face faded slightly, not because Xiang Dongyang refused the corn in her hand.

She let go of the hand that grabbed his clothes, her eyes stayed on the cotton clothes he was wearing, and said in a very unhappy language: "Why do you wear this cotton jacket every winter?" Is it that Huan'er eats too much candy, and you don't have the money to buy new clothes. ”

It's still a very childish self-blame.

Xiang Dongyang patted the sleeve of her Buddha with carbon ash, and replied, "No, it has nothing to do with you, this is a piece of clothing that I love very much."

"It must have cost a lot of money to buy it."

"You can't sell it for money."

Huan'er was aroused, leaned her hand under her chin, and rolled her eyes to stare at him, looking like she was listening to a short story.

Xiang Dongyang continued: "That's the clothes that my loved ones made for me."

Huan'er seemed to understand, and muttered and repeated: "The clothes made by the person you love ......"

She asked, "Is it someone you love like me?"

Xiang Dongyang looked at her and shook his head with a smile.

"And where is your loved one now? Why don't I come and see you? ”

Xiang Dongyang's eyes suddenly lost focus, as if he was recalling some memories, and slowly put away his thoughts and said sadly: "The person I love, she was lost by me."

Many times, he blamed himself for this, and I lost her.

Huan'er tilted her head and looked at Xiang Dongyang incomprehensibly, and she didn't ask any more. Perhaps because she got up early, her eyes drooped slightly, and she leaned her head against a magazine she was flipping through and squinted and fell asleep.

When Xiang Dongyang gently hugged her away, he saw a familiar face and a half-baked name appear on the foreign magazine he was flipping through.

When she came out of Huan'er's room, she took the magazine and went outside, sat on the swing and basked in the sun and slowly flipped through it.

The magazine was very old, dated more than a decade ago, and I don't know where an old magazine came from, but the paper was still very new.

The sun shone brightly on the name of the dancer on the paper, Ye Miao, and the faces that were frozen in graceful dancing.

Looking down at Dong Yang, there were several interview topics about Ye Yao, and he stopped his attention on one of them:

- Miss Ye, I heard that you have been practicing dance for ten years with the same pair of ordinary dancing shoes, does it have any special commemorative significance for you?

- Ye Miao: In the eyes of everyone, those dancing shoes are not gorgeous, nor new, nor expensive; For me, it was the most precious thing that accompanied me throughout my dancing career, and it was the last thing my sister left me.

……

The corners of Xiang Dongyang's mouth raised after reading it.

This winter passed quickly, as if it was just a blink of an eye, and when I woke up from my dream, the early spring came in an instant, and the kapok colored the whole mountain like the morning sun.

When Xiang Dongyang was about to leave the villa as always, he heard several camera clicks when he opened the door.

Holding the camera is a girl smiling brightly at Kapok, Xiang Dongyang saw her for the first time, as if she had seen the old man who had come back from the years of parting, and the familiar feeling suddenly drifted over with the fragrance of Kapok.

The girl was about fifteen years old, she was slim, she had a shallow dimple on her cheeks when she smiled, and although she was wearing a kapok red color standing in front of him, Xiang Dongyang still saw the MISSKAPOK kapok embroidery logo on her clothes at a glance.

MISSKAPOK is a well-known clothing brand in the United Kingdom.

The girl was holding the camera to take pictures of kapok at various angles, and saw a middle-aged man break into her camera, she immediately reacted that this was the owner of the villa, and after sticking out her tongue, she hurriedly put down the camera and apologized embarrassedly: "I know that outsiders are not allowed to visit here, but the kapok here is so beautiful that I can't help but climb over the railing to come in, this uncle is really embarrassed, I will leave immediately." After saying that, she turned around and closed her eyes to make an unlucky appearance, probably thinking that if she didn't run again, she would be caught and beaten by her master.

"You wait." In other words, if she is a casual child, Xiang Dongyang will definitely think that she is very naughty and mischievous, and for her, it is the first time that she is very abnormal to keep outsiders.

The girl turned around and winked at Xiang Dongyang with big eyes, and asked with an unexpected expression, "Are you calling me?" Don't you blame me for breaking in by mistake? ”

Xiang Dongyang smiled and shook his head, "Do you like kapok very much?" ”

"My mother likes kapok very much, when I was in the UK, she always told me that there are a lot of kapok in Changnan, but when I came, there were not many kapok in Changnan, I heard that it was the most lush, and I was shocked when I came, wow, it's a big one, there are hundreds of trees. Uncle, you are amazing! I just wanted to take some pictures and bring them back to my mom, and she would be very happy. The girl giggled, then held up her camera and gestured.

Xiang Dongyang looked at her familiar happy appearance, as if sometime in the future, the person in her heart crossed into a youthful appearance and came to her.

He smiled and asked, "Is your mother still healthy?" ”

"She's so good! Hey, uncle, do you know my mother? The girl looked at him with a puzzled look, waiting eagerly for an answer.

After listening to the girl's question, Xiang Dongyang's mind was full of the girl's smile in his memory, "Acquaintance, maybe in the past, maybe in the future." ”

The girl didn't understand what he said, but felt very kind and kind.

Xiang Dongyang said again: "You go in, you can come whenever you want to come in the future, you are very welcome here!" ”

The girl smiled and took the camera and ran towards the villa, she turned around and waved her hand as she ran, and shouted: "Uncle, I forgot to tell you, my name is Chi Mianmian, and my father gave me the name." ”

Xiang Dongyang smiled at her, behind her was the red kapok, and then ran towards the red kapok, gradually melting into the red.

The four seasons reincarnate year after year of kapok period, we are getting farther and farther away in time, and those feelings that we once clinged to finally disappear. When you pass by the flower-filled road, you can still find evidence of its existence.

The kapok in Changnan has bloomed.

The Kapok Avenue bustling the old city.

Large trucks and small cars drove past the flower trees. Jiang Xiaomian leaned against the car window, wearing a white sweater with a kapok embroidered on her left shoulder, which is also the symbol of MISSKAPOK clothing. She watched quietly as the flowering kapok trees receded from her sight, always a long distance in between. To be exact, it was not an empty distance, but her gaze was raised relatively high, so there was a lot of luxuriant red in the middle.

When she lowered her gaze, several ordinary green trees, which were only half as short as the kapok tree, filled the void.

"There are fewer kapok trees in Changnan, and they used to be next to each other, but when they are full of flowers, there are no gaps in the branches when you look all the way."

After a pause for a few seconds and no answer, Jiang Xiaomian realized that she was the only passenger sitting in the taxi, so she thought she was talking to herself.

The young driver who was driving reacted after a few seconds, thinking that she was talking to herself, so she smiled and said: "This lady, you must have been to Changnan when you were a child, as early as ten years ago, Changnan began to reduce the planting of kapok trees and replace them with small trees." ”

"Oh, why, is it because it often snows in Changnan?"

"That's not true, Changnan has only snowed once in my image, and it was when I was very young. The main reason is that Changnan has a great impact on the citizens during the flocculation season, so the number has been reduced. ”

Jiang Xiaomian didn't speak after listening, and stared at a kapok tree that had appeared outside the window for a long time. The driver remembered something again, so he opened his mouth and said: "Although there is less kapok in the city center, there is a cotton-seeking villa in the south city, and there are more kapok there, but it is a pity that it is a private villa, and the owner never lets tourists go in to enjoy the flowers." Those who want to see the flowers can only see the red patch from a distance, and those who love photography have no way to take a closer picture of the flowers. ”

The driver spoke with great interest, as if he also loved kapok. Jiang Xiaomian unconsciously heard that her tears were moist, and the teardrops instantly rolled on the placket of her clothes, and she didn't react until the driver said that the destination had arrived.

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