It's cloudy outside.

The gray and black clouds squeezed the sky, so heavy that it seemed to fall, and as soon as the cold wind blew, the morning dew hung down along the branches and fell on the center of his eyebrows, refreshing and cool.

Before I knew it, I walked to Ji Tong's community.

The old houses in disrepair exude a damp musty smell, and there is water on the ground caused by dew dripping, and the wetness climbs up the windows of each house, and the mist is formed, as if the two worlds are separated.

He stood downstairs at Ji Tong's house for a while and left.

When he turned around, he saw a few plates of tulips placed in the corridor, probably past the flowering period again, just in time for the withering dying.

His heart was desolate, and he continued to wander aimlessly in the streets, when he suddenly heard a shout, an old man selling bread enthusiastically.

He was just about to walk away when he casually saw a tattoo parlor called "Past Life" behind the cake stall.

Yi Shihan stared at the name for a while, and a touch of sober emotion finally flashed in his lifeless eyes.

The store manager was a young man with a very kind smile, and when he saw him, he greeted him, "Do you want a tattoo?" ”

"I ......" probably didn't speak all night, and when Yi Shihan spoke, he felt that his throat was very dry, but he slowly raised his hands and said hoarsely-

"I'm going to get a tulip tattoo."

Yesterday it was these hands, but I had to do it, but I resolutely hugged other girls.

"Okay, left hand or right hand?" The store manager expertly took out the tattoo machine.

He sat down blankly, "I want two hands to make a flower." ”

"Okay." Most of the customers who came to the store for tattoos had strange requirements, and the store manager didn't ask too much, took his hand and began to disinfect it neatly.

The boy's hands are slender and white, with distinct joints, and even in the various hands that the store manager has seen all year round, they are among the most beautiful.

"Your hands are delicate." The store manager praised without hesitation, "It is rare for a boy to have such a clean and agile hand, which is like a work of art." ”

He didn't answer, just stared blankly at himself in the mirror.

The face was slightly haggard and pale, and his eyes were dull, as dead as a walking corpse.

"What color do you want for flowers?" The store manager asked at this point.

"Black."

"Black?" The store manager was finally surprised, "The black color is too deep." Then he looked at the boy in a trance and thought for a while, "In this way, I will add a red petal to you, and it will not look monotonous." ”

Yi Shihan's hands were very delicate, and the store manager also tattooed them very carefully, as if he was afraid of insulting this beautiful pair of artworks.

The only thing in the bright shop was the hum of the machine and the occasional inquiry from the store manager, but he kept a blank face and said nothing.

It's been an hour since the tattoo was completed.

The gray sky began to rain, unhurriedly, evenly covering the ground, as if a net had caught many broken fragments, but could not be weaved.

Yi Shihan subconsciously raised his hand to block the rain, and on the back of his white hand, half a delicate black tulip came to life, mixed with a wisp of bewitching red, which was sympathetic.

He suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Ji Tong for the first time, it was also such a rainy day, he escaped from Yi's house with a fever, fell on the side of the road where tulips were in full bloom, and was rescued home by her.

Ji Tong always thought that tulips were a testimony of love between them, so he planted tulips at home and even downstairs and took care of them.

Today, the unattended tulips are still blooming tenaciously, withering, day after day, but his state of mind has quietly changed.

He finally braved the rain to go to Ji Tong's house.

Walking into the newly renovated door, he did not open the curtain as usual, but went straight to the cabinet in the living room, opened the drawer, and put the necklace with half a molar, which had been re-strung together.

In the black-and-white photo next to the incense burner, the girl is still smiling like a flower, as beautiful as a flower fairy dancing.

He stared at it for a few seconds, then slowly reached out and flipped the picture down.

The rain crushed the last tulips in the pot, eroded and festered.

The flowering period is sometimes exhausted.

He closed his eyes gently, and when he opened them again, it was already cold.

Then he turned away resolutely.

Later, there were many rainy days.

He didn't come back again.