[XIII]

In the end, Gu Xiran sneaked the pair of gloves into his pocket and brought them home.

He bought a small porcelain pot and scattered a few flower seeds into it, and Jun Ran came back every day to take a look at it, and then asked him disappointedly, "How come it's not growing yet?"

Gu Xiran hated the seed seller, how can so deceive consumers, do not know that consumers waiting for the process of flowering will be sad to wait for it, especially the dead-eyed consumers, who do not suspect that there is a problem with the flower seeds.

"Now the day is too cold, wait a little longer, maybe we do not water enough ......" Gu Xiran's mouth coaxed.

So the next day Jun Ran bought a small transparent flower sprinkler back, watered it very seriously and religiously, and then very carefully looked at the water level line, not watered.

Gu Xiran's heart pumped a little.

He went back to his room and bought a few moon seedlings online, deliberately telling the shopkeeper that they were twice as young, preferably the kind that just grew out.

The result was that the shopkeeper said, "Hello, we only have February seedlings and March seedlings, if you don't mind, we can mail you the one that just grew alive, but we don't guarantee the survival rate. Gu Xiran wiggled his fingers to calculate and paid the money.

Jun Ran looked at the pot in a strange shape, crooked, the leaves are still little yellow seedlings, with a hand to poke, turn back to Gu Xiran and said, it looks like it is dying, I have not come back for three days, it is the first day to grow out, have you watered it.

He went back to the room and pestered the shopkeeper for a long time, and came out and said, "Don't water too much, keep it first, and then see in a few days.

In the next few days, Jun Ran looked at the growing moon seedlings, eyes shining, always can't help but gently touch the small leaves just issued.

That kind of satisfaction.

Gu Xiran felt that his heart would be broken if he continued like this.

The TV commercial for Jun Ran has been on the air for some time, and the hotline for ordering Damascus roses is always busy, and people who buy roses always have to ask a few questions about the hybrid in the commercial. There were many gossipy visitors to the Peony Festival, and the store in front of the banner with Jun Ran on it was always more crowded.

The closing of the rose ad was very literally treated as smoky yellow, and the floral French translation of the caption was -

Please see me with a flower pin on my head, blooming all the way

frequently missed some, and caught in the wind, rain, and snow moving

Pan Roppongi, a sound after a sound

Born like a summer flower, die like an autumn leaf

What do you care about having

-- Quoted from Tagore's "Life is like a summer flower

The color of the old screen, Jun Ran watching the rose flow through the eyes slightly confused.

Like gazing at a missed love.

This advertisement is so beautiful that it is almost like a French literary film clip.

The peony festival advertisement is very timely and appropriate, and finally, a line appears on the screen - only the peony is the true national color, and the blossom season moves the capital. The man's magnetic voice said, "Welcome to Luoyang Peony Festival.

Jun Ran looked at his action of leaning down to fold the flowers and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"This ad has been shot great, really." Gu Xiran was sincere.

But the flower petals scattered. Jun Ran looked at him, "I also asked to bend over and fold flowers when I first rode, if the petals fell or scattered, it ......" Gu Xiran covered his mouth, he did not want to hear. How can someone so train a small child, and a small child such as Jun Ran, see him now so they bully a little heartache for half a day, as a child that a pair of eyes have to be more than beautiful, small hands should also be flesh, and white, how can someone get down to pluck his nails it.

Withdraw the hand, Jun Ran looked at him, after a while, "...... I am very good at horsemanship."

"Yeah."

Jun Ran then changed the channel, he was recently watching a very early and classic "Kangxi Dynasty". The jumping image suddenly flashed a person wearing gloves, and there was a second and a half of stillness when the station was changed, so that frame was fixed on the screen.

Jun Ran raised his eyes and glanced at him quickly.

"I'm sorry."

The eyes were clean and permeated with innocence.

Gu Xiran a hug this somewhat terrified child, in the plane should not bully him, obviously he did nothing wrong, just ......

The result of bullying after heartache is still their own.

That day after returning Jun Ran some fever, feeding him medicine when he held a glass of water himself, small mouth small sips, eyes very good, like a small animal. Then he said the words that made Gu Xiran's heart ache every time he thought of it, he said, I was wrong, do not drive me away.

He said it was cold outside.

He said I have no place to go.

He said I'm afraid.

Gu Xiran inexplicably, maybe after a long time of patience, his eyes finally turned red.

The side of the hard feelings while cursing themselves pretentious.

How can you be so heartbroken? Obviously, for people in their twenties, tears are as worthless as horse urine. I have seen so much, of how this hurdle is planted, but also planted willingly, planted full of heartache.

Jun Ran a pair of arms around him. Outside the window, the north wind howling, frozen branches issued a toothsome sound, the snow fell very large, and they embraced the posture is very warm. He leaned on Jun Ran's shoulder, tears have no sound, like two gentle trapped beasts.

We are obviously as lonely, our veins twisted with thorny thorns, no longer expecting warmth, and longing for it.

We are so similar, our eyes are always cold and frightened. Fear of the world.

You are the other me in this world.

Gu Xiran suddenly thought of Faye Wong's "Fleeing Years" - in one's lifetime, encounters on narrow roads are inevitable. The palm suddenly grows tangled curves.

It's such an honor to meet you, in my lifetime.

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Junye likes to hug, likes to be hugged, and likes the feeling of warmth.

Few people were willing to hug him.

The few people who were willing to hug him died very early, and the last was his senior brother. The brother always smiled very gently, eyebrows curved, soaked in the moonlight. So much so that for many years afterward he thought back to his brother, always the gentle eyes, looking at him, soothing indulgent look.

He tied his hair, bandaged him when he was injured, taught him concealed weapons, taught him to play the zither, snapping the strings and singing, his fingertips were always cold.

He said, "If only Jun Ran smiled more, those eyes of yours are so beautiful, more blue than the bluest jewel I've ever seen.”

Before him, all the people who had seen his eyes said that you were aliens.

But he failed to protect him.

Finally, he said, Jun Ran don't cry, it doesn't hurt, really, you have to be good yourself, you are the only one left.

Elder brother kept smiling, his eyes bright and soaked with moonlight.

So he tried to believe that he really did not hurt.

He knew very well that from now on he would have to start being alone again.

Alone to face the wind, rain, and snow, full of devastation.

No one will ever embrace him again.

Until he met this person in front of him.

He was kind to him, really kind of heartfelt kindness, it was like a kind of compensation.

Compensate for his own lack of.

In fact, their eyes are the same, like being let down by the whole world. Only because his eyes are pale blue and light in color, so many traces are too obvious, while Gu Xiran is the deepest black, obsidian-like, the surface look really, really special and beautiful, especially in the sun, moist, full of gentle eyes.

In fact, are unpleasant.

No one wants to put the real wounds on the surface, too easily turned over, a turn is bloody, deep pain.

He does not say, he does not ask, he smiles mildly, he does not reveal.

Because it is the same kind.

He does not want to leave him.

When alone, he always feels cold, cold, and painful.