Qingya naturally sandwiched the dishes for me, not caring about his parents' strange eyes at all. I was also a little embarrassed, but she was the only one who was still happy to do it, sandwiching one piece after another. It wasn't until I turned my head to stare at her that she seemed to react. Seeing that my parents were looking at me, I was also a little embarrassed, and then I didn't clip it anymore.

Not long after eating, the neighbors mentioned by Aunt Jinfang came to see the doctor, and I checked the pulse, but it was just a common cold, plus my throat was a little inflamed. I wrote down the prescription and prepared to help him pick some medicine in the afternoon, Qingya went with me again, this time I was familiar with the road, and there were not many medicinal materials needed, so I picked it before dark.

I delivered the medicine to the man's house, and he forced me to eat, saying that it was specially made for me, and Qingya next to me saw that he was gracious, so he had to sit down with me.

"The doctor from the city will be able to come in a few days, and if you wish, stay with us for two more days." The uncle who came to me for medical treatment said dumbly: "Don't worry, the people in our village are very enthusiastic and will not let you look at it in vain." ”

I turned my head to look at Qingya, wanting to ask for her opinion, but she smiled at me and said, "If you see me help you, let's go collect medicine together." ”

The uncle smiled and said: "I think you two are quite compatible, or you kid don't leave, although our village is not good, it is safer than the sea, at least food and accommodation are not a problem." ”

Qingya turned her head shyly, I smirked twice, and then continued to eat. After dinner, when I was leaving, my uncle still wanted to give me some things, I deduced that Qingya's family had it, and in the end it was confiscated, and when I went out, I asked Qingya: "Aunt Jinfang won't still wait for us to eat." ”

"No," Qingya said with a smile, "Mom understands that she won't be able to go back for a while after delivering the medicine." ”

I looked up at the sky, and there was still a little afterglow of the setting sun floating in the sky, and the white clouds were faintly red. Qingya also looked up at the sky, then turned her head to me and said, "It's still early, or..."

"What?"

"Why don't we go get some more drinks?" Qingya said mischievously: "I went to that one last time, and you haven't tasted the wine of other bars yet." ”

I smiled and took her hand, just like the couples I had envied. I always thought that I was destined to be a lonely person all my life, but I was so lucky. Maybe I would be happier if I wasn't abandoned on a desert island, but I never resented anyone for it. Now it seems that God will not treat everyone badly, as long as you live with your heart, it will always treat you gently, but you need to be a little patient.

Qingya and I came to that bar street again, and it was not yet evening, and there were not many people who came to drink. "You can pick one this time." Qingya said to me with a smile. I compared one and chose one with more families, not because I liked the noisy environment, but because everyone was talking about the world and wouldn't notice us. Qingya smiled meaningfully, pouted and said, "What bad things are you going to do?" ”

"Also... What else can you do? I'm just, looking at this wine, there should be a lot. ”

Qingya walked up to me and scratched my nose with her hand, just as I had done to her. I don't know since when these things that only couples do have become commonplace between us, as if we have long acquiesced to this relationship and are willing to be the one who cares about each other the most. I sat down in a corner with Qingya, took two small bottles of wine, and asked, "These wines seem to be foreign things, where did you get them?" ”

Qingya said with a smile: "Many of the people in the village are retired big bosses, we drink, and they pay for it. ”

I smiled and poured Qingya a glass, she tasted it, frowned, and gave me a drink. I've never drunk this wine either, and it seems to have a slightly bitter taste. But after pouring a few more glasses, it doesn't seem to be so bitter. We went on and on, cup after drink, until the bar was filled with villagers, until the ordinary voices of conversation were no longer audible to each other. We talked from the sea to the land, from the land to the sea, but I don't know how, chatting and chatting, Qingya's eyes were filled with tears, she put down the wine glass, and said with a crying voice: "So many places, you have never been back?" ”

I also replied drunkenly, "Yes, but don't you also say that you will encounter more and better scenery that way?" ”

"I'm comforting you." Qingya paused, as if she remembered something, and said slowly: "Actually, I care the most." ”

I looked at her eyes, like the clear ocean in the morning.

"You know what? In fact, when the woman was full of camellias, no one knew her story. At that time, there were very few people in the village, no one asked, and no one cared, until she planted the camellia and watched the camellia bloom one after another, but the man had not returned. Qingya's eyes were very sad, as if she had seen it with her own eyes: "In the end, she still admitted defeat, chose a man who loved her, got married, and worshipped." They have a daughter, whose surname is her father's surname, and the first name," Qingya looked me into the eye: "It is the name of the fragrance of flowers." ”

The intoxicating aroma of camellia was once again released in the vast countryside, over the mountains, across the river, and with the night wind, through the wooden door panel of the bar, as if scattered in front of me, fragrant and elegant.

I took a deep breath, and suddenly thought of Cher's mother, there is always a memory that drives us, and let fate succumb to it. I held her face with my right hand, letting her tears run down her blushing cheeks, roll over the corners of her delicate mouth, and onto my fingers. I gently hugged her over, the table was small enough for our heads to touch even on both sides, and I leaned my head down against her neck, and she was just like me, but the warm tears wet my drunken cheeks.

In this way, we hugged for a long time, until our bodies were a little numb, and then we slowly left. Qingya seemed to be a lot more sober, revealing her sweet dimples again: "It's not early, let's go back quickly, my mother should be in a hurry after a while." ”

I answered her, took her hand, and walked out of the bar. This time I held it very tightly, as if she would leave me if I let go. I can't imagine what it would be like if we were separated one day, and how I would face that life. But what worries me even more is that I don't know what she's going to do. The same passers-by, the same belong to the ocean. I turned my head to look at Qingya's face, but she was still smiling like an angel.