The poetess listened to Harvey's murmuring beside her, turned around and hugged Harvey.

"Have a nightmare?" The poetess nudged Harvey gently.

Harvey frowned and snorted slowly: "I often have nightmares, but every time I wake up, I don't remember anything." ”

The poetess put her arm around Harvey: "Think about me more in the future, don't be too tired from work, my manuscript fee is a lot, enough for us, don't have any other pressure, you are very hard." ”

"Tomorrow is my birthday, our first birthday together, I want to have a good time, you celebrate me, okay?" The poetess raised her eyes slightly, looked at Harvey, and said softly: "I heard that it is snowing on Xianglan Mountain, let's go to see the snow together, okay?" ”

Xianglan Mountain is a scenic spot 20 kilometers away from Fenghai Town, with an altitude of 1,500 meters, the scenery is beautiful, the scenery is pleasant, but there is also no lack of deep valleys and ravines, and the danger is very much. There is a characteristic plant "Lan tree" on the mountain, which exudes a wonderful fragrance all year round, Xianglan Mountain will have a heavy snow every once in a while in the winter season, the snow scene in the mountains in winter and the peculiar fragrance permeated by the air everywhere are the biggest reasons to attract countless tourists to take the cable car to climb Xianglan Mountain, and it is also the biggest selling point of Xianglan Mountain.

Harvey took a deep breath and kissed the poetess on the forehead: "I listen to you, after having you, my state is better every day, you are my hope." ”

Before dawn, Harvey smelled the faint scent of hyacinth flowers on the poetess's body, and a sense of sleepiness swept over him, and he slowly fell asleep again.

The poetess was not ready to sleep any more, she thought about what had happened since Harvey, and what he had said. She sat up, put on a dress and leaned against the head of the bed, and took pen and paper from the bedside table, ready to write something. She wrote, occasionally biting the tip of her pen, occasionally looking at Harvey.

She knew a lot of things, some Harvey had said and some Harvey didn't.

While cleaning, she found a letter under Harvey's bed, taped to the partition, and Harvey, who never cleaned, would not have known about it. The poetess remembered the broken hole next to the toilet sink in the bathroom, the floor in the living room that could not be mopped clean, and the only old furniture and poor furnishings left in this broken home.

The poetess looked at Harvey in a daze, put down the pen in her hand, and the night was quiet, only the sound of her own breathing and Harvey's shallow snoring could be heard.

How should she speak, should she tell him?

Is all this she knows, all this she guesses, true?

Can Harvey withstand it?

Suddenly, the day dawned, and a glimmer of light shone into the room and shone on the poetess's face. The slight glare made the poetess lose her mind, and then her gaze was determined, as if she had figured out what to do.

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The next day, Harvey was busy at the construction site for a day, and said hello to Foreman Li at the construction site, his daughter-in-law had to go home early to prepare meals for her birthday, which made the workers on the construction site laugh, what about you, a rotten drunkard, and a daughter-in-law?!

Harvey spat on the ground, ignored the crowd, thanked Foreman Li and left the construction site.

I walked through the vegetable market, bought a lot of vegetables, some of which she liked to eat, some of which she liked to eat, some of which served wine, and some of which were appetizing, and when he was about to turn around and go home, he suddenly stopped and saw a gold and silver jewelry store on the side of the road.

Since the relationship was confirmed that night, the poetess has never asked Harvey for anything, but has always thought about Harvey, who has never given gifts to the poetess, is a little ashamed, touched his pocket, did not know if the money brought out was enough, and after a moment of worry, he still walked into the store.

The salesman was very enthusiastic, introducing all kinds of jewelry one by one, gold, silver, abounding, and Harvey was dazzled to see. But suddenly, Harvey stopped in front of a ring, a ring ring, but with a hyacinth engraved on it.

"How much does this cost?" Harvey pointed to which ring was in the picture and asked the salesperson.

The salesman glanced at the label, smiled, and said: "Sir, this is a new model in our store in winter, and the flower meaning of hyacinth is also very beautiful, as long as there is a promotional price, the cost price." ”

"Oh, is it okay to swipe your card?" Harvey touched his pocket, and the crumpled bills obviously couldn't buy the ring, but the poetess had a good family, and during this time, Harvey still saved a small amount of money under the control, and after that, Harvey took out a bank card in the compartment pocket.

"Of course, sir!"

After paying, Harvey walked home with a beautiful little box, carrying a variety of dishes, and whistling with a smile on his face.

When he arrived home and opened the door, there was no imaginary picture of the poetess sitting at home waiting for him to return home.

Harvey put down the dish in his hand, put the small gift box into his pocket, and looked around the various rooms, but still did not see the poetess. Where did she go? Harvey went to the door and waited for a while, but he still didn't wait for the poetess, today is her birthday, could it be to prepare something?

An hour passed, and Harvey looked at the unprepared meal in the kitchen, a little flustered. Harvey put the ring on the table, sat down on the sidelines, and waited, perhaps, and the poetess went home.

Three hours passed, and when it was dark, Harvey lit two red candles, placed them in front of the table, lined up the prepared meals on the table, took the ring out of the gift box, and placed it in the middle of the table. But she still did not wait for the poetess to return.

Five hours passed.

Twelve hours passed.

When it was dawn, Harvey opened his eyes, bloodshot and the candles had long since burned out, leaving only a cold table of food and a ring engraved with hyacinths.

Harvey staggered to his feet, opened the door, smelled the hyacinths that filled the room, and in despair, turned and walked out of the house, staggering towards the police station.