Ross and Ross

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It was a rainy day, and it rained lightly until evening. The gloomy sky looks like a melancholy expression.

The boy crouched beside the delicate flowerpot with an umbrella, which tilted slightly to block the drizzle in the sky. His hand without an umbrella was covered with marks left by spikes. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful flowers in front of him, and some eagerly said, "Rose, shall I take you home?"

Rose held her head high and looked at the boy who carefully sheltered herself from the wind and rain with an umbrella, and looked at the marks left by the spikes on his branches. There was a flicker of guilt and vacillation in her eyes, then it was covered up, and then she said firmly, "I won't go home with you."

After hearing Ross's answer, the boy still didn't leave immediately, but stayed here silently until the rain stopped. Rose silently looked at the back of the boy leaving and turned her head mercilessly.

Many days later, the boy sat in front of the window. Although his eyes were looking out of the window, if he looked carefully, he would find that his eyes were blank. His thoughts have returned to that rainy night, and he doesn't know why Ross refused him. My mind was pulled back by the pain in my hand, and my eyes focused on the brilliant red in the garden. I suddenly stood up from my chair and said happily, "Rose!" "

Regardless of the fallen chair, the boy ran out quickly. He went to his garden in ecstasy and approached this rose-like flower, only to find that it was not the rose he expected. The regret in his eyes was clear, and he whispered to himself, "It's not a rose ..."

"I'm not a rose, my name is rose."

The gentle voice of the rose reached the boy's ear, and he looked at the rose in front of him carefully. Rose with a faint smile, let the boy's eyes sweep his green leaves and delicate petals.

The boy looked at it carefully. Ross's reaction was completely different from that when she first met Ross. She let herself look at it. Her appearance is much smaller than that of roses, especially the color of petals-pale pink, and there is almost no difference in other things. The boy's eyes were fixed on the branches of the rose, and there were only fine hairs on the branches, but no small thorns. The boy stared at the rose and asked seriously, "I can take you home … no, can I take you home?"

Rose's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she thought the boy's first sentence was relieved. She looked up at the instability caused by silence. Rose smiled and answered, "Will you treat me well?"

When the boy heard Rose's question, he nodded and replied, "Mm-hmm, Rose … Rose, I will take good care of you!" " "After the boy got Ross's nod, he was ecstatic and took Ross home. He put the rose in his room, and then put her in a delicate flowerpot.

Since then, Ross has lived with the boy. The boy fulfilled his original promise every day and took good care of the roses at home. When going out, he will tell her what he has experienced outside for what she likes.

During this long time, Rose gradually fell in love with the boy who took care of himself every day. It's just ... she looked at the things around her, her eyes full of struggle and pain. Rose knows that boys have always regarded her as a substitute for roses and looked at the exquisite things on the table. All the beautiful things don't belong to her. Her melancholy bell interrupted me and looked up. There is a lavender translucent wind chime hanging in front of the window, which I asked the boy's housekeeper to find quietly for herself. Only when the boy is not at home will the wind chimes be hung by the housekeeper.

There is a steady footstep outside the door, which is the boy's, that is to say, he is back. There was a flicker of panic in Ross's eyes. She doesn't know why the boy came home early. Fengling ... She knew that if the boy found Fengling, it would never appear in front of her again. There is a trace of sadness and resentment in Rose's heart. She was sad that she fell in love with that boy, and she hated that boy for taking himself as a substitute for roses.

Accompanied by the doorbell, the figure of the boy appeared at the door, and his eyes swept the roses he had placed in front of the windowsill, and the calmness of his eyes was replaced by softness. Looking at the rose blooming alone in front of the windowsill, the sun hit her, as if covered with a layer of gauze. The boy was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and unconsciously murmured, "Rose ..."

"One-on-one ... one-on-one ..."

The boy's eyes are biased towards the place where the sound is made. Looking at the whole extra stuff, he quickly stepped forward to take down the wind chimes. Looking at the rough wind chimes in his hand with gloomy eyes, the wind chimes are out of place in this room. He looked at Ross and asked, "Ross, what is this?"

Ross looked at the boy's expression and sighed silently. When I looked at that boy again, there was a look in my eyes that he couldn't understand. He only heard Ross's weak voice. She said, "That's a wind chime."

The boy frowned, threw the wind chimes into the trash can and asked doubtfully, "I know it's a wind chime." I mean, don't you like it? " Why did you hang it there? Ross, don't you like this thing? "

Rose looked at the wind chimes lying flat in the trash can, and the boys asked questions one after another in her ear. Her heart is cold, and the tenderness in her eyes is gradually replaced by madness. She said firmly, "No ... I like it."

The boy looked at Rose's firm expression, and instantly seemed to return to that rainy day. Ross refused to take her home by herself. The boy's thoughts were lost in memories. He didn't realize that he had said what he wanted to ask Rose.

"Rose, why ..."

"That's enough!" Rose didn't expect that one day she would talk to boys like this. Her eyes were full of tears, and she unconsciously raised her voice and said hysterically, "That's enough! I'm not the rose you love, I'm the rose! Even if you force me to like the pearls that Rose likes, Rose likes listening to the piano and Rose likes looking at beautiful paintings. " Rose looked at the shock in the boy's eyes, and her resentment subsided a little. Then she said, "I have never forgotten that I like wind chimes, violin melodies and antique literature." I am not a rose, so I can't be her. "

After listening to Ross, the boy took two steps back and realized what he had done. He quickly came to Rose and explained, "Rose, I know you are not a rose, but …

The boy's hesitation was expected by Ross. Hearing this, she just drew a trace in her mind and considered her own ideas. Ross finally said to the boy, "Can you send me back to my old place?" Then she turned away, not wanting the boy to see her tears.

"Really?" ? The boy turned his back on him and looked at the rose gloomily. He couldn't believe that his carefully cared-for rose would make such a request one day, looking at the delicate flower and nodding slightly. The boy's inner anger seemed to be ignited. He reached out and held the branch of the rose. If he folded it hard, she would lose her life.

Ross looked down at her hand on the branch, and then at the boy with angry eyes. She didn't speak, not even a trace of fear in her eyes. She looked at the boy so tenderly, as if it was the first time to see him.

"Why?"

"I am not a rose."

"Ha ha ha ha ..." The boy's laughter broke the dullness of the room. He picked up the flowerpot carefully and walked quickly to the garden outside the house, standing where he first met Rose. He said to Rose, "Do you want to stay here?" Although the tone is gloomy, if you want to listen to it yourself, you will feel very fragile.

Rose looked at the young trees that accompanied her in the past, and could cover half the sky and breathe the fresh air outside. The sadness in her heart was swept away and she answered the boy happily, but she didn't notice the boy's crazy expression.

The boy whispered, "Really?" It's like asking yourself and answering yourself. Reach out and throw the flowerpot in your hand to the ground mercilessly, look at the broken flowerpot and the embarrassed rose, and say disdainfully, "You are just a substitute. What qualifications do you have?"

Ross was lying on the ground, looking at the boy's fading back, unbelievable. Her rhizome was also exposed to the air because of the broken flowerpot. If it is not transplanted into the soil within a certain period of time, then she will die. Ross closed his eyes and lay quietly in front of the land. The boy's instructions to the housekeeper came from a house not far away. ...

"You are just a substitute teacher. What qualifications do you have?"

Rose has been haunted by the boy's departure for several days, and she doesn't have much time to live. Whenever the housekeeper wants to transfer himself to the soil, the boy always comes out to stop him. Rose looked up at the sun-mottled leaves hitting the grass where she was lying, remembering her past. I don't know when the beautiful scenery in her memory was gradually replaced by that boy. His smile, his melancholy, his gentleness, and ... his ... love for roses ... I'm just a substitute.

The sun is so bright that the shadows of the leaves can hardly cover the tarnished roses. Whose sigh echoes in her ear, who holds her gently in his hand. Who refilled the soil and filled the water for her, and who kindly called beside her? ...

Half a month later. ...

When the boy came to the tree where he abandoned the rose again, the debris on the ground had been completely cleaned up. The boy called out to his housekeeper. After several inquiries, he realized that this rose was transplanted to a corner of the yard by a teenager who broke into his house more than a few days ago. The boy walked in the direction of the housekeeper. When he came to a corner, he stopped. Through the grass, he looked straight at the roses attached to the fence. He didn't know that a rose's smile could be so beautiful.

No, I didn't notice those roses at all. The boy looked at the smile that bloomed for the teenager and remembered the scene of seeing Rose for the first time ... This smile should have belonged to him. The boy's hand was unconsciously clenched into a fist, but he was awakened by the sting of his palm and looked down at his bandaged hand. Finally, I silently turned around and walked back step by step.

Rose, who was originally a playful teenager, seemed to perceive something and looked at the corner where the boy left.

"Wei, what's the matter?"

Rose shook her head and stared at the boy in front of her with gentle eyes, thinking about the way he insisted on accompanying him. Maybe ... this is the happiness you've been waiting for?

I also wish you happiness, the boy I once loved.

┗|`o′|┛？ Ow ~ ~? Finally wrote a short story! I found this idea in a novel I read. I hope someone likes to write with these two kinds of flowers, mainly because if two kinds of flowers represent two kinds of people, then roses are the kind of people who devote themselves wholeheartedly and silently, and roses, as we all know, are thorny.

Then there are some details about the article. Pink roses and roses are chosen because pink roses mean "first love, remember it" and pink roses are "vows of love". I used purple in particular for the wind chimes in the article. I wonder if anyone has noticed that the purple wind chime means "I love you"! In short, this article looks a bit dull, I still hope to like W. If there is a typo, you can send a private letter or leave a message!