The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

Outside Los Angeles, flowers are blooming.

May days are always a little hot. In the woods forty miles outside Los Angeles, there are two flowers, which are extremely beautiful.

Maybe it's inaccessible, or maybe it's for various reasons, but there are only two flowers in this big forest.

In the sun, in the woods, there was a woman's conversation.

"Now, Aya, why didn't anyone come?"

A bright red girl sat on a branch and shook her legs, her complexion was as white as jade, but her clothes were bright as a beating fire.

It was an ordinary and quiet forest, but it added a fresh and elegant temperament, all because of the woman sitting under the tree. This woman was dressed in white like snow, although it was simple, but it was unusually beautiful. Hearing the question of the girl in red, the woman in white couldn't help frowning. The frowning expression of this woman in white is unusually lovable, although it is the best in the world, but she can't give birth to a trace of blasphemous thoughts, it is not sacred, but elegant...

"Ah Hong, don't continue to make noise, my head is too big when you are arguing..."The woman in white put her hand on her forehead and said slowly, "Didn't you explain it? People can't see us." ”

The girl in red jumped from the tree, although she was only an underage girl, she was an excellent beauty embryo, wearing a gorgeous red dress, exuding a youthful and beautiful temperament.

"It's boring, it's boring, Aya, you don't chat with me, I'm afraid I'm not going to suffocate to death alone. The girl in red was very unhappy, pouting and going around the woman in white.

The woman in white was helpless, so she had to close her eyes, out of sight and out of mind = annoyance.

Although Ah Hong saw that Aya was reluctant to chat with her, she still planned to continue to speak, her mouth was slightly open, and she had not yet made a sound, but she suddenly heard the sound of the piano.

When Ah Hong heard the sound of the piano, she became interested, and took Aya's hand and shook it around...

"Sister, sister, let's go and see who is playing the piano here, let's go..."

Aya heard the beautiful sound of the piano and planned to pass, but this A-Hong was impatient, so she had to be dragged away, although she lost her elegance, but it also had a different charm.

In the dense woods, there is a sunny place, a young man carries a bamboo basket on his back, caressing a long piano... The sound of the piano is beautiful, like the caress of the wind...

Ah Hong pulled Aya to the young man's side, and Aya found a quiet place to sit and listen to the piano, while Ah Hong continued to find a higher branch and sat on it and swayed her legs to the sound of the piano.

Song by song, the sound of the piano is leisurely, and when I come back to my senses, it is already sunset...

The young man took the long harp and left the forest, and disappeared.

The young man left, but Ah Hong and Aya were still discussing the sound of the piano, "What a beautiful piano sound..."Aya whispered, "She is also a beautiful person." "Ah Hong should say...

Aya smiled and tugged at A-Hong's face, "You, are you on someone's piano or hue?" A-Hong pushed Aya's hand away, "It's all, isn't it?"

Aya looked at the direction in which the young man was leaving, and muttered to herself, "I don't know if he will come..." "Eh, you Nizi..."Aya was in pain and wanted to catch Ah Hong to teach her a lesson, but Ah Hong had already run away, sticking out her tongue and making a grimace at her...

The next day, at noon, the young man came to the woods again, carrying a bamboo basket and a long harp. Aya and Ahong were already waiting, and the young man stroked the qin, and they were also happy to enjoy it.

After more than ten days, the young people still come here every day to play the qin, and the sound of the piano is not only beautiful, but also not repeated.

Only this time, there are some differences.

Today, the sound of the piano is a little low, making people sleepy, Ah Hong sits on the tree, her legs swing more and more slowly, and finally falls...

Plop!"Girl!" "Ah Hong!" Ah Hong sobered up a lot after falling, and staggered to his feet, "Sister, I'm fine, it's just... Huh?" Ah Hong suddenly looked at the young man who rushed over, "You... Can you see us?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "The girl listens to the piano every day, how can she not see it?" Hearing this, Aya also looked at the young man in surprise.

Ah Hong was not surprised, but finally someone could speak, this person Ah Hong was excited, "Brother, brother, what is that world like, you tell me, my sister and I haven't seen much people, and even if we do, we can't see us..."

The young man smiled bitterly, "Well, I'll tell you some stories later." ”

Since then, young people have come here every day to chat with Ahong Aya, play the piano, and tell stories about the strange things in the world.

Until a month later...

It was the same day as usual, chatting, stroking the harp.

But the sound of the piano was sad and tactful, poignant and abnormal, Aya heard the sound of the piano different, but did not speak, silently waited until the sound of the piano was over, and asked, "Childe is leaving?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed and squeezed a word out of his mouth, "Yes." ”

When Ah Hong heard this, he came over and shook the young man's arm, "Brother, brother, don't go, Ah Hong likes you, don't go, okay?"

The young man smiled bitterly, "No, I've been here for too long, and I should have left a long time ago..." Ah Hong was anxious, and there were already tears in the corners of his eyes..."Brother, don't go, I see that person has a private meeting in the woods, if you are annoyed, the girl kisses the man and is no longer angry, brother, I kiss you, don't go, okay, if not, let my sister kiss you too." "Aya's face is flushed, but the young man is helpless..."I'm sorry, I've made up my mind to go down..."

Aya didn't care about being shy at this time, and pulled the young man's long sleeves, "Sir, don't like us sisters?" The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "No. "Are you still insisting on leaving?" "Yes." "Then I won't keep Mr. It's just, can you play another song?" "But..."

Aya sat down, Ahong learned Aya's elegant appearance, but she couldn't draw a tiger, and she was extremely cute...

The young man began to stroke the piano, and the sound of the piano was sometimes like a peony blooming, sometimes like jasmine and elegant, and finally it was sad and tactful.

Let's say that the young man walked out of the woods, and tears fell... Looking up at the sky, he muttered to himself..."The flowers are fragrant, and they turn into spirits... Flowers bloom and grow, flowers fall and wither... It's not that I don't want to accompany you more, but I don't have the courage to see you disappear... Although I am a spiritual master and have traveled the world, I have not yet been ruthless... Now that two months have passed, your flowering period has passed......"

"I had no intention of knowing each other in the next book, but I was seen through the disguise. The young man put down the bamboo basket, took out the pen and ink from it, and wrote the story of the flower spirit outside Los Angeles, but there was another layer of fog in the corners of his eyes...

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

However, this person is still there, but the flowers can only be similar, and there will be flower spirits outside Los Angeles next year, but it's not Aya and Ahong...