Blooming Camellia Prose

Xiaoya was my classmate ten years ago. At the high school graduation party, she sat alone in the corner, silently enjoying the joys and sorrows of her youth. Finally, her quiet and beautiful image fell into the wet tears of the monitor. The monitor said he was guilty and forgot about talented women. Let's do a program. Xiaoya smiled, pulled out a bamboo flute, and composed a song "Pteris in the Moonlight", which was methodical and smelled of grass, sweeping away the noise of the party. The flute is very rough, and it is the work of Xiaoya's brother. Xiaoya has no parents, and her brother works for her to send her to school. In fact, my brother was outstanding in those days, but his parents died one after another, and his family was very embarrassed. He dropped out of school for fear of wronged his little sister. Big brother is like a father! Xiaoya is very sensible, smart and diligent, and gets good grades in all subjects. She is also familiar with poetry and literature, and has elegant manners. She is regarded as a talented girl. But my brother fell from the guillotine before she graduated from college. A rebar penetrated his left chest and poked into the heart of smiles send us light-this is her only relative!

After I transferred back from Qingdao, I like to soak in Cui Yun Xuan on weekends, not because of the exquisiteness and complexity of tea art, but because of the elegance and chic of the proprietress Xiaoya.

The noodles made of Hetian jade can't find powder, and they are naturally carved, and the clear water produces hibiscus. The year before last, I met a tea-picking girl in meijiawu. That kind of beauty and purity is so shocking that I dare not look twice. Now Tingting's Xiaoya is just like her yesterday.

Xiaoya made the tea himself. Only by listening to the melodious guzheng and smelling the lingering orchid fragrance can we taste her lightness of footsteps, calmness of expression, calmness of mind and concentration of expression. Her gentle figure is a wisp of south wind, but there is no coquetry. The body made of water is supported by bones made of bamboo, which are flexible and firm. In front of her elegance and detachment, the secular will definitely lose!

I am often in such an atmosphere, because her smile often takes my eyes away, just like Mei in the corner, trying to hide her beauty, but showing it. This smile is more intoxicating than tea, and the smiling face reflected in green tea soup can easily kill your evil thoughts. You can only be generous when you pay the bill: forget it, keep the change! Xiaoya smiled and smartly tore up the bill. Your vulgarity will always be defeated!

Recently, students gathered in the grand hotel, where men and women sipped dry red wine or coffee gracefully and talked loudly to show their romantic feelings. Only Xiaoya leaned against the table by the window and sipped Longjing alone. It's not that she pretends to be deep, but that she really likes to drink indifferent to the country and appreciate the taste of another realm in the secular world. I'm with Xiaoya.

CCTV 2' s Brave Le Hui was broadcast on TV. Brother Brave, who is full of witty remarks, persistently attributed the shocking famous saying "Go your own way and let others say it" to the guest Liu Xiaoqing. Sister Liu generously claimed that she was quoting Mr Lu Xun. So everyone started an argument. Wang Rui asserted that petofi's poem came out, and Maple Leaf remembered it as Goethe's punch line. A Qian blindly followed Liu Jie and agreed that it was Lu Xun's initiative. Even the waiter got involved and said it was Napoleon. In short, everyone held their own opinions and had a good discussion.

I secretly asked Xiaoya across the street: Do you know my sister? "Tragedy, Dante," Xiaoya answered me in English. Oh, the style is still the same. Xiaoya accurately remembered Dante's long poem The Divine Comedy, but she didn't expose anyone. This is a party, not an academic discussion. She should not only maintain her academic qualifications, but also maintain the self-esteem of others.

Xiaoya, at the age of 28, was still a virgin. Her marriage is the goal of all our classmates, but she is leisurely and leisurely, so the emperor is not in a hurry! Lv Pin, the son of the Director-General of Foreign Trade, pursued Xiaoya persistently, while Xiaoya avoided it gently and measured. To tell the truth, that buddy is really not a buddy. High flyers of the School of Economics runs a large trading company, which is very dedicated, gentle and talented. He often goes to the teahouse in Xiaoya, and we know him very well. I wish I could make a promise for Xiaoya.

But now everyone is relieved. Xiaoya announced that she would fly to Sanya on May 1st for a honeymoon trip. Who is he?

Three months ago, in the culvert crossing the street at the station, a young man sang with his guitar. Singing shuttles through the culverts where people come and go, making the dark underground overflow with clever notes. Different from other street artists, young people are spotless in neat buzz cut, blue cloth tooling and white sneakers. He wears a red scarf around his neck, like a burning flame, which has no charm, but makes people feel the gentleness of men. Sounds like a Tengger singer, melodious and deep. Xiaoya stopped to listen, as if he had entered a fascinating world. Xiaoya just sat next to the young man and sang: I met you by chance, and you were silent. You said you would follow me around the world forever. But I don't want the pity of love now. How I wish you and I could go back to the beginning ... Singing, Xiaoya's eyes filled with tears. She thought of her dead brother. Since childhood, she likes to snuggle up to her brother and sing selflessly until she sings the brilliant stars all over the sky. People come and go at the station. Who knows that young people are strangers? The young man took off his scarf and wrapped it around Xiaoya's white neck. They smiled at each other.

My name is Luoyang. I am here every weekend. Will you come again next week? Xiaoya said not necessarily, and then quietly left. The second time, Xiaoya came to assist in the performance, and the bamboo flute was replaced by saxophone. Many people threw money into the piano box, and the young man gratefully kissed Xiaoya on the forehead.

Gu left her name.

After the third performance, Luo Yang invited Xiaoya to eat in Donglang Snack Street and Xiaozhu Restaurant, and Xiaoya readily agreed. There is a young girl waiting for them in the restaurant. To Xiaoya's surprise, Luoyang had a lover a long time ago. Although it seems that it has nothing to do with herself on the surface, she is still very lost inside.

My sister, Lorraine. All for her. Learning guqin is very expensive. The young man said, you don't know, we have no parents. I'm my brother, but I have to make her an adult!

Neither of us is happy-until eternity passes. Xiaoya thinks.

Hello, Sister Xiaoya! My brother has been talking about you for two days. Lorraine smiled sweetly and her pure eyes were full of enthusiasm, but she didn't stand up. Xiaoya noticed a crutch behind her chair.

Hello, little sister. Xiaoya said hello and sat down. What a handsome girl! Xiaoya was surprised.

Actually, we are not brothers and sisters. Lorraine was brought by her stepmother. Both stepmother and father left, and Lorraine had an accident and hurt her leg. Her dear father doesn't want her, and she won't go. This girl is more stubborn than a donkey! Luo Yang said.

I, little donkey, can't bear to leave the big stupid cow! Lorraine said angrily, her eyes shining with excitement. Luo Yang gave her sister a hard blow on the nose: It's just sweet! Luoyang is an awesome person, and everything he does is full of energy.

Xiaoya suddenly thought of his hard-earned brother, and could not help but burst into tears. She seems to have returned to the hard and warm years.

Little sister, how about coming to my sister's teahouse to play guqin after learning well? Xiaoya said to lorraine. All right! Lorraine smiled sweetly again. Luoyang rubbed his hands with tears in his eyes and said, now I can concentrate on making my wrought iron!

It turns out that Luo Yang runs a wrought iron studio, and the ancestral craftsmanship makes the cold and hard iron produce flowers. It is the art of combining fire and water and combining rigidity with softness. Music is just a hobby. Now the studio has just started, and it is not very prosperous. Traditional techniques and materials need to be improved, and my sister has to spend money to learn the piano. Cash-strapped Luoyang had to show its art in the street.

Xiaoya was surprised that those big hands that touched the hammer and poker could play such a wonderful piano sound, just like my brother picked a leaf and put it in his mouth, which could blow out a melodious melody. Xiaoya found the shadow of Luoyang's brother, which awakened a feeling that she had been following for a long time.

On Christmas Day, Luo Yang came to the teahouse in Xiaoya. He gave Xiaoya a bunch of iron camellias, which were luxuriant in foliage, graceful in flowers, simple and artistic in shape, shining with metallic luster, and the perfect combination of clanking iron bones and floral fragrance was accepted by Xiaoya. But then, with ninety-nine red roses, I couldn't help wondering.

Sorry, I've accepted it. Xiaoya said apologetically, pointing to Tiecamellia.

No, I'm here to bless you! Lv Pin's face was rippling with a sincere smile.