At this point, she didn't seem to want to talk about anything, and started the car to take me home.

As the night deepened, a full moon hung diagonally in the sky like a silver coin. The car was driving down the road and I closed the window. Flower pots had been removed from the empty flower shelves on both sides of the road, and there were once red, yellow, and white chrysanthemums.

In the late autumn night, perhaps, only the sassy autumn wind still lingers on the bleak streets, exuding a lonely fishy smell.

Around the corner of the street, I got out of the car, closed the door, waved her goodbye softly, and watched her disappear into the night in her white car.

At this time, the cool breeze penetrated into my nostrils, and I gasped and sneezed, I felt that I needed a blanket to wrap my body around at this time.

Compared with the noise during the day, the night in the courtyard is very quiet. The scaffolding that had been erected outside the building was covered with square foam boards, and the walls of the building were dazzlingly white in the moonlight. Before the arrival of winter, the buildings in the small courtyard are doing exterior wall insulation works.

No matter what time of year, I want to have a hot meal with my children, early or late, more or less.

At this moment, after dinner and tidying up, I looked up to see the quartz clock on the wall, the hour hand pointing due west, forming a right angle to the minute hand. The child was already asleep, and I gently closed the door to his room.

The bed was made, the snow-white sheets were comfortable, and an extra layer of quilt was added.

The scaffolding erected outside the window creates a sense of unease. I closed the curtains that I hadn't opened for a long time, afraid that when I woke up tomorrow morning, I would see a group of people stepping on the scaffolding and watching you sleep. I think that my nest of old neighbors must have thought the same at this time, and I saw yesterday that the scaffolding had been erected on the door of their house, and the old neighbor fell on the top of the tree for a while and flew up and circled for a while, looking at a loss. It doesn't seem to understand why humans put themselves in cages, and what to do with them next?

I looked at its stupid appearance, and unconsciously laughed, it seemed to hear it, and barked at me twice, which means that I am locked up at this time like a little pitiful~

I raised my hand and stroked with it, first pointed to the scaffolding, then put my hands together under my head, and pointed to the shelf to make a scattered flower shape, which means that it will be dismantled in less than a month, and it will not affect your life. It didn't seem to understand, glared at me, flapped its wings and flew around and landed on the top of the tree. I was so angry that I really wanted to climb to their door tomorrow morning on the scaffolding outside the window, and reach out to catch the old neighbor in the bed. Thinking, thinking, I fell asleep in a daze.

The next day continued to be busy, and the red clouds gradually sank in the west at the end of the day.

From afar, I saw that the eldest lady who sold flowers in the small market was selling colorful chrysanthemums, and she saw me coming over after work and greeted me warmly.

I told her that the pomegranate flowers were growing well and that they had grown a lot of leaves. She was very happy to help me pick a large bouquet of pink, orange, lotus root, white astragalus, and light green chrysanthemums, and helped me wrap them and said, "After selling chrysanthemums for a while, I will have to wait until next spring to sell flowers in the small market." ”

"yes!" I said, "It's cold." ”

At this moment, I hugged this bouquet of chrysanthemums tightly and smelled its delicate fragrance. As the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhi wrote: "It's not that the chrysanthemum is favored among the flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless." ”

After dinner, I washed the glass vase with clean water, placed it on the table, poured a large bottle of pure water, cut the chrysanthemum branches at the bottom at a 45-degree angle, cut off the lower leaves, and inserted them into the bottle one by one.

In the autumn moon, only chrysanthemum is eye-catching.

I think that the person who loves chrysanthemums the most is Tao Yuanming, and it is recorded that he loves chrysanthemums. If I can cross the gap of time and pull out the clouds of time, I really want to discuss with him why I love chrysanthemum?

It is the love of it, "I would rather die with incense on the branches, how could it have blown down in the north wind." "Loyal to the integrity of the faith, or" picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan. What about the artistic conception? Or "wine can dispel all diseases, chrysanthemum can relieve aging." "The statement?

At this time, the fragrant white chrysanthemum has its stamens bright yellow like the fluff of a chick swan, and the flower head is huge, under the illumination of the indoor incandescent lamp, it is like Nizi who is walking towards me in early spring, wearing a white dress, with a goose-yellow silk scarf tied around her neck, fluttering like a fairy walking, like Chang'e in the Moon Palace.

Time flies, time flies, and nearly forty years pass quietly like this.

Just last weekend, I reluctantly saw off Nizi, who was married far away from the south, and my heart felt like I had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, all kinds of flavors.

Nizi's mother originally didn't want Nizi to marry far away, so she stopped her. In the end, Nizi still married far away from the south, like geese flying away in a herringbone shape in the sky, flying away in this late autumn.

Perhaps, Nizi's fate is bound to the south by Cupid, and there is no one in the north that she can look at?

At the beginning of the lanterns, at the jubilant banquet, looking at the two newcomers who were rich and beautiful, the age difference was huge, my nose was sore, and tears fell.

Woowoowoo......

Although the plane can give you a pair of invisible wings, and you can fly to the city where Niko will live in the future in more than an hour, but in my heart, it seems as far away as having to go through thousands of mountains and rivers and cross the ocean.

I don't want to, and I'm even more reluctant to marry Nizi so far. It is only now that I really feel the mood of Nizi's mother back then.

Nizi has been running away from me, probably carefully protecting this distant love, afraid that I will be like her mother, initiating madness to stir up the marriage. To be honest, I really don't want Nizi to get married for the sake of getting married, and to marry an old husband in a hurry. I don't know what kind of force destroyed her idea of always liking handsome guys in an instant after so many years?

What else can I say on that day but bless me?

At the moment when the cups and shadows were staggered, I silently prayed for Nizi in my heart: I wish her a good life and a harmonious husband and wife until they grow old; Second, I hope that her appearance will not be old, and the hearts of the two will remain unchanged in this life.

At this time, the room is quiet, and the chrysanthemums exude a faint fragrance. Looking carefully at the petals of the red chrysanthemum, the slender petals stretched downward, and a small hook rolled up at the end, as if the two teddy dogs in the small yard spit out their red tongues.

Looking up, I saw the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and the hour, minute, and second hands each circled their own circles. Outside the window, the moon was rising high, the stars were blinking, a cool breeze was blowing in through the window, the curtains were shaking, and I got up and closed the window.

Collapsed on the bed, silent all night.

When I came to the store in the morning, Boss Lan was sitting at the table with a thin middle-aged man discussing something, I nodded to them, and when I put down my backpack, I saw that they were still discussing.

The old girl was dragging the ground alone, and I was just about to go to the bathroom, so I lifted the bucket of water on the ground for the old girl to clean the mop, and was going to help her bring back a bucket of clean water. At this moment, I was just about to go in when I walked to the door of the bathroom, and a round figure quickly flashed out from inside, almost knocking over the bucket, I took a few steps back, and the sewage in the bucket splashed on the surface of my feet, and poured into my shoes, a cool feeling.

I comforted myself in my heart, don't be angry, don't be angry, it's all a little thing like sesame mung beans.

I saw a middle-aged woman as fat as a ball, wearing a pink sportswear, a worn waist bag pinned to her waist, a pair of yellow mud-colored pants that could not be seen even if they were sticky with yellow mud, and a pair of tourist shoes of unknown color on her feet, trotting past my eyes without saying a word.

What I can't forget is that she was right on the top of my head, and she was tied with a circle of green flowers, which were tied up after the sparse yellow hair was coiled into a ball, and it looked like a head flower or something.

On this annoying autumn day, she was like a big carrot that had grown into a fine carrot, rushing straight from the black earth to the building, and then, after splashing me with muddy water, she slipped past me like a smoke, and in an instant, she was gone.

I ignored her and sat at the sink in the bathroom, taking off my shoes and socks and wiping them with tissue. When I raised my eyes and saw myself in the mirror, my face was a little feverish, although I tried my best to suppress myself, I was still a little angry.

I warned myself not to be easily moved, that is not what a cultivated person should do, and repeated the words that Boss Lan often said: "Impulse is the devil!" "In the past two days, I have been secretly laughing at myself in my heart, laughing at my own psychology for not being strong enough, and being so weak in the face of sudden things.

Just the day before yesterday, I rushed to the bank before lunch, there were a lot of people queuing up at the window, just when the number in front of me was finished, I got up from the chair and prepared to walk to the window, at this time an old man in his seventies, slowly sat on the chair in front of the window, took out a passbook and asked the person in the window to brush it for him, to see if the salary had arrived?

I thought to myself, it wouldn't take long, so I didn't say anything.

Who would have thought that after he finished brushing, he took out several passbooks from his pocket, and each passbook had to be deposited in a regular amount, I thought to myself, since the window did not press a number, just wait. As a result, after waiting for more than half an hour, he was done. Then, when he was done, he didn't leave, put everything in a row in front of the window, took out a reading glasses and began to check them one by one.

A middle-aged man stepped forward and said that a lot of people are waiting in the back, why don't you go up and get it? He immediately turned his face and scolded: "What are you, you don't need to care?"

At this moment, the window called my number, he sat on the chair in front of the window and did not let go, I was anxious and angry to question him who was scolding: "Have you lined up to call the number?" ”

He suddenly choked there. Stood up and moved to the side, turned his head, pointed at me and yelled......

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and saw that his body was trembling and shaking, like a leaf swept off by the autumn wind on the street at this time. The crowd gathered more and more, and the more he scolded, he also greeted his ancestral grandmother by the way!

I was silent, looking around, catching a glimpse of the stares of those who came after me, slicing my pride in the back like a knife. Perhaps, if it were me five or six years ago, I would have been scolded to the point of breaking down and crying, but at this moment, it seems that I was scolded and laughed at by him!