The large blooming roses in Stanley Park reminded Huang Liang of the red mountains and fields in his hometown. Layer by layer, piece by piece, like a spreading flame, staining the mountains and the sky red.

When the azaleas are in bloom, he likes to run to the top of the mountain alone, lie down among the flowers, and look at the blue sky and white clouds. With flowers under him, flowers at his feet, flowers on top of his head, flowers in his palms, and flowers all around, he could feel the vitality of flowers, with vigorous vitality and fire-like enthusiasm.

Why do these flowers bloom so brilliantly? They're all short lives!

Why do the clouds in the sky float so leisurely? As soon as the wind comes, they will disperse!

Behind the clouds is the blue sky, and what is behind the blue sky? Is there still life there?

He was obsessed with such fantasies, but it was a luxury for a country child, and it was only when he was completely relaxed in the midst of the flowers that he had time to think about these boring questions.

My sister always came to him in the evening, and in the wind with the scent of flowers came the sound of her warbler:

"Hey, brother—where are you—"

He casually broke off a branch of the flower among the flowers, pinched the stem, held the flower high, and shook it in the air. The younger sister passed through the flowers as lightly as a butterfly, and when she was near, she swooped down, and at once threw herself into her brother's arms, and took up the petals dancing in the sky, and giggled and said:

"Lazy brother, I've caught you!"

……

Huang Liang seemed to have a dream. He had enough ability to distinguish between dreams and reality, and if it weren't for the thorns of the roses that woke him up, he would rather live in his dreams all the time.

Martha picks roses in the designated area. Although the people of the Wolf family have privileges, they can't come nonsense, after all, it's a public place.

Huang Liang sat down on an uninhabited path in the rose garden, the roses around him swaying gently in the morning breeze, the fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating, and he was immersed in inexplicable fantasies.

Martha's voice came from the wind:

"Huang—where are you—"

He forgot that roses are different from Yingshan red, and roses are full of thorns. When he heard the call of the warbler, he grabbed a stem in his hand just like a cuckoo in the past, and held it high, but blood was pierced out of his palm.

Martha, too, was like a butterfly, passing lightly through the flowers, and a few rose petals that she had brought up followed her dress and fluttered in the wind.

"Aha, I found you, I thought you were gone!"

"For you." Huang Liang said, holding up the rose in his hand.

Martha's heart pounded, and she bravely looked up at him. The wind around him suddenly stopped, and all the colors and fragrances of roses froze in the distance, leaving only the one in his hand, which was as brilliant as a fire in the sky, and it was stained with blood similar to the color of the flower.

She took the rose from his hand, and suddenly saw the blood oozing from his palm, slowly flowing down the stem of the rose.

"Ah, your hands are bleeding!"

Martha put the roses into the basket that was already full of flowers, took the hand of the yellow sorghum, carefully pulled out some of the thorns that had been left on the skin, blew a few more times, and said worriedly:

"Gotta pull out all the thorns, the Administrator has the tools, you need to bandage them, come with me!"

Matha took the sorghum to the management office of the rose garden. The caretaker, an old lady, looked at Huang Liang's palm and said, "The first time I have seen someone pick a rose like this, even if there is a thorn in the face, it is not more surprising than you!" Where did you get your stab, it couldn't be in a public viewing area, could it? ”

Martha shook her head gently at Huangliang, motioning for him not to speak.

The old lady looked at them, and while helping him pull out the thorns with her tools, she said, "Don't try to hide it from me, I am familiar with every flower here." It's okay for young people to play romance, but they have to follow the rules. I've been younger, too! Do you know why I like it here? Because my wife and I met in Stanley Park, there weren't so many roses here, only wildflowers that I couldn't name. We had a tryst here, and every time he picked a bunch of wildflowers for me, he said he would build me a rose manor! ”

Huang Liang asked, "This rose garden was built by your wife?" ”

"Here?" The old lady was stunned for a moment, "Oh, no, no, no, of course not." It was a public facility, and Mr. Wolf paid for it, so Miss Martha had the privilege of picking flowers. ”

"What about your wife?"

"He's gone to see God a long time ago. I think he's got a rose garden in heaven waiting for me to go! ”

……

While the old lady was chatting with Huangliang, Martha carefully removed the thorns of the rose with scissors, and then wrapped the flowers in paper. She found that the flower was very bright and fragrant, in addition to the floral fragrance, she also smelled a faint smell of blood, but it was not fishy at all, but it made the fragrance of roses special. She remembered a poem:

The rose that passes through the hands of a lover is forever stained with the smell of a lover.

The old lady helped Huang Liang pull out the thorns, and stuffed the disinfectant and gauze into Martha's hand, "Disinfect him, he is really a woman, but it is not only romantic, in addition to roses, you also have to be able to work!" ”

Martha pretended not to understand, and carefully helped Huang Liang wipe the wound on her hands, peeking in, and found that he was looking at her, and her face turned red.

……

When I came out of the rose garden, it was almost noon. Huangliang's hand could no longer ride, and Martha pushed the cart, and the flower basket hung on the handlebar. Passing by where they met, Dickinson was collecting his fishing rod.

"Ah, good luck today!" He pointed to the fish bucket and greeted happily, "The harvest is not small, come to me and eat fish soup!" ”

Huang Liang was almost certain that Martha was not the second leader. Although he was willing to accompany Martha all the way at this time, he wanted to talk to Dickinson, maybe he could talk about something, even if he was not the second leader, he was very concerned about some of the things that Mei Yiqiu and they were exploring.

Martha said, "I'm going to send the roses back, and Master Wolf can't do without me." She looked at Huang Liang, "You go, don't worry about me, I'll ride the bike back, but your hands are ......."

Huang Liang said, "Oh, it's okay, you forgot that I am a doctor!" Also......" he looked at her, "thank you!" ”

Martha smiled happily. She said goodbye to Dickinson and rode away.

"She's a nice girl." Dickinson came over and said.

Huang Liang watched Martha's back disappear under the big sequoia tree in the distance, and then withdrew his eyes, and saw more than a dozen small white fish in Dickinson's bucket, which looked similar to the white stripes in his hometown, but not small.

"Really just eating fish?" He asked.

Dickinson glared and said, "What else do you want to eat?" ”

Huang Liang smiled and said, "Everything obeys the arrangement." ”

Dickinson didn't seem to hear what he was saying, and asked, "Do you know how to cook?" ”

Huang Liang said, "A little." ”

Dickinson became happy: "Haha, great, I can eat Chinese food today!" Only Chinese food is worthy of the word 'food', and everything else is called 'food'. As for Canada......" he shook his head self-deprecatingly, as if Canadian food couldn't even be called food.

Huang Liang inexplicably received a task of cooking, but it was not difficult for him, and how many children from the countryside could not cook!

"Mr. Professor, do you come fishing often?"

"Not often, but occasionally." Dickinson said, "Looking at the vast sea, people's horizons and minds will become broader, and sometimes problems that you can't think of in the office will suddenly open up when you sit by the sea." That's why I love fishing. ”

"Are you having a good time today, or are you having a problem?"

"Today? No, it's neither. Today there are guests at home, and they like to eat fish, so I came to catch a few. ”

Huang Liang thought it was very strange, shouldn't there be guests at home to accompany him, how could there be a guest who left the guest out to fish, even if people like to eat fish, it is not very troublesome to buy a few.

"You have a guest, I didn't fit in the past, right?" He said.

Dickinson said, "It doesn't matter, and you cook Chinese food, and my guest is very fond of Chinese food." Ah, by the way," he said with a suddenly mysterious look, "guess who that guest is?" ”

Huang Liang was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It can't be Professor Mei coming, right?" ”

Dickinson shook his head and said, "It's not him, but it has something to do with him." ”

"Who?" Huang Liang really couldn't guess.

"Selena - China's Mei's old lover! Hahaha! Dickinson seemed to remember something very funny, and laughed, "Just because Mei Yiqiu, she likes to eat Chinese food, and if you cook well today, you may be able to hear a lot of interesting stories about Chinese plum from her." ”

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