Time is the end of a twin flower, thank you.

After leaving for eight years, Qin Mo dreamed of Lolita on the first night when he returned to C City.

The little girl, wearing a long red dress, with her hair pulled up high and her eyebrows shining, stood behind the white window screen and smiled at him.

He knew it was a dream and remembered that the little girl treasured in his memory had been dead for a long time, but she smiled so beautifully that he couldn't help reaching out. The sea breeze blew suddenly and messed up his hair. She giggled in the lapping waves and was rolled by the sea layer by layer. He held the swaying screen window and jerked it, and her figure disappeared instantly. The silvery laughter swayed in the humid air and came to an abrupt end. His fingers touched the closed window and saw a winding coastline behind the glass, extending to the end of the day. In the waves, I seem to hear her singing softly in her ear: "When I miss you, I can't help sighing ... just sighing ..."

Qin Mo was awakened. The room is full of night. He turned on the bed light and lit a cigarette. When Mars was on and off, the past came to him. Lolita, with the same name as the heroine in Nabokov's novels, remembered that she had been particularly distressed by this name and clamored to change it in her lifetime. The reason given is that she has a premonition that she will be cursed by this name, and when she grows up, she will marry an uncle or an old man, and she may die young. He felt very funny when he heard such an indignant speech, but he didn't expect that every sentence would become true in less than a year. He fell in love with her and she died at the age of eighteen.

Qin Mo first met Lolita in the summer when she was 23. In the last year of his master's degree, he dropped out of school to accompany his mother back to China to recuperate. In the coastal city of S, there is an indescribable beautiful morning light in early summer. He seldom gets up early. After reading the newspaper, he lifted the easel and went to the beach near the community to draw the sunrise. Under the palm trees not far away, the whole beach is covered with soft white sand, which is still warm and humid when you step on it. He found a good angle to set up an easel and saw a little girl squatting on the ground in front of him, building a castle with water and sand. The sun is swaying slowly on the horizon, and at the end of the sea, the world is full of colors.

At first, he didn't really pay attention to the little girl playing with sand. But three or four hours later, he had put the easel away, glanced at it and found that she was still squatting in the same place, with her back low and her posture unchanged. He left the easel on the beach unhurriedly and walked slowly to see what she was piling up. He watched it for half an hour, but I forgot about the little girl. I never found him. I have been frowning to study what proportion of sand and water should be mixed to build a castle smoothly. His concentration is recognized, but he didn't concentrate on her to this extent. He is not only dedicated, but also persistent. He tried again and again and failed again and again. He watched it for half an hour and failed four times in a row. I don't know how many times he failed before. Someone came from far away. He turned and picked up the easel and went home. When he looked back, the little girl was pulled up by a boy, only to find that she was actually quite tall and not as small as she looked.

After lunch, he walked with his mother and saw the little girl still squatting in the morning, with a sand shovel, a small bucket and a small straw hat on her head. He laughed out loud. Mother asked him what he was laughing at. He shook his head: "Nothing." After a long walk, I solemnly said, "I saw mountains of Gong Yu in the new period."

Two days later, one night, his mother asked him, "Do you remember going to the orphanage with me when I was a child?" He was absorbed in reading a detective novel and casually looked up and said, "What?"

Mother smiled and said, "Don't you remember? You were only seven years old then. Your uncle Luo and aunt Li want to adopt a child. I'll take you to the orphanage to accompany them. At first glance, you took a fancy to a little girl sucking her fingers on the edge of the cradle and ran over to kiss and hug others and refused to let go ... "

He paused and said, "Really? How come I don't remember such a cool thing at all? " After being in a daze, I continued to read: "Then why don't you bring her back to be my wife?"

Mother sighed: "It's all your aunt Li who got up too early." After sighing, she smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter. Your wife will come to our house to see you tomorrow. "

He smiled evenly and went on reading.

The next day, the little girl in her mother's mouth arrived as promised and followed her mother. He accidentally saw it from the living room window. I didn't expect this little girl to be the silly old man he met on the beach a few days ago.

Bian said, you are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. Gong Yu sat on a small stool and studied their old clock carefully, with a pious and serious expression, just like she squatted in the sand a few days ago and carefully studied the ratio of water to sand. He stood on the stairs and looked at the little girl. He found that she had curved eyebrows, big eyes, double eyelids, straight nose, rosy lips and beautiful face. But this beautiful little girl seems to be hostile to him. His mother called his English name Stephen, and she lowered her eyelids to show contempt: "I know Stephen Hawking, Stephen Lee, Steven Allan Spielberg and Stephen Jackson. Which Stephen are you? " His mother laughed at him: "Stephen, do you think this style of speaking is familiar?" Lolo is like when you were a child. " He chuckled, "I didn't have such a strong nasal voice when I was a child." One word pissed her off. The way she fried her hair is very interesting, and the process of coaxing her is even more interesting. Mother said to Aunt Li, "Your daughter is really a treasure." He leaned back on the sofa and looked at her red face, thinking, isn't this a treasure?

The little girl wanted to take the S Academy of Fine Arts and asked him for help in drawing, but she was such a difficult child that she was hostile to him at first. After he took the job, he immediately called his friend who was going to be a child counselor: "Do you know how to coax children?" A friend put forward professional advice: "Children need motivation, and motivation is the motivation and guarantee for their healthy growth. If they do well, you should give them rewards, such as a small red flower and a chocolate candy. You must make them feel affirmed. " After the suggestion, my friend smiled on the other side of the ocean: "I heard that half of the students in your school are guessing what their talented student chairman did after dropping out of school." Some people say that you have taken over the family business, others say that you have explored the Antarctic, and what is even more outrageous is that you went hunting in Africa with the aborigines. What made you think that you would go to China to teach children to draw? By the way, how old is the child you taught? If I'm over twelve, I don't think so. " He thought of the way she was bombed, and that she had to call her brother with a red face after receiving his gift, vaguely saying, "Almost, what you said is probably feasible." The next day, he drove to the store and bought a big bag of chocolates. In fact, when he came home, he also thought about whether to set the psychological age of the little girl too low. Unfortunately, after several exercises, I found that the little girl's psychological age is really so low, and this method is really useful.

The little girl's name is Lolita. She learns to draw with him and calls him brother. He is her teacher. He treated her as a child and followed his elders to call her Lolo. But this is really just the beginning.

He never thought that he would like a little girl who is six years younger than himself in actual age and doesn't know how many years younger than himself in psychological age. In fact, she is almost eighteen and is no longer a little girl. It's just that he thought of her like this from the beginning, and it's hard to overthrow this idea in the future anyway.

He found this subtle and strange emotion on a Saturday afternoon. It was raining heavily outside the window that day, which made the midsummer cool. The world is dark, but fluorescent lamps illuminate the studio brightly. On the carpet beside the French window, he casually turned over the unfinished newspaper sent in the morning, and she sat there with an easel depicting still life. In the silent space, the harsh ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly sounded. He looked up and she grabbed her cell phone and rushed out. There is a half-painted plaster statue of Voltaire on the easel, and the charcoal pen falls to the ground at will. He heard the sound of her knocking downstairs, heard the sound of her slamming the door downstairs, and seemed to hear the sound of heavy rain pouring down outside, and there was no other sound. He knelt on the ground and looked out of the window with his chin propped up. Not far from the rain, the tall and straight boy handed his umbrella to the girl in a white skirt running towards him. I don't know what he said. The girl stepped forward and gave him a big hug. He pushed her away, put up a hand to block the rain on his forehead and ran away. A big truck passed by on the highway, and the lights reflected the boy's handsome face. Two minutes later, the little girl who was soaked to the skin crossed at the door of the studio. The white skirt clings to the curvy body, and Mickey Mouse printed underwear can be seen. He looked at her quietly, thinking that maybe she had grown up. She happily raised two tickets in her hand: "Brother, would you like to go to see A Zhe's concert together?" Cat nest "

He looked at her with his head propped up: "That's ..."

She paused, suddenly raised her hand to wipe her face, her expression buried in her arm. When she put it down, she had a bright smile: "That's my boyfriend. Don't you know I have a boyfriend? "

His hand shook and the newspaper fell to the ground.

He thinks his reaction is abnormal. Sudden emptiness is abnormal, sudden irritability is abnormal, and inexplicable pain in the chest is also abnormal.

Maybe I like her, this beautiful and naive little girl. She is persistent, kind, occasionally willful, and occasionally pretends to be spoiled with him. He thinks she really likes her. But she is only 17 years old, so young. He will spoil her like a brother until she grows up.

This idea is so beautiful, but at that time, no one expected that the long wait in the plan would become a lifetime death.

The night sky in c city disappeared into the thick fog. Qin Mo drew the curtain, and when she fell asleep dimly, she seemed to hear the song again. Her soft voice lingered in my ear: "Those sighing bottles are like the ups and downs of the ocean, and the forgetting that passed by you is the stormy waves of my life ..."

Off-site derailment

In the summer of 20 12, Zhou got married for three years, and Yan Song got married for two years. Yan Song returned home to visit relatives, and met Zhou in a street cafe beloved by down-and-out artists in C city.

Zhou embarrassedly said to Yan Song, "Song Song, why did that boy and I recently enter the legendary three-year itch ..."

Yan Song: "Ah? What did he do to you? "

Zhou patted the table boldly with the big belly of the second child: "I can do whatever he wants." How quickly can I finish filming on the sofa? "He just doesn't like me, but he always liked me before." I think, if he doesn't take the initiative, I will take the initiative to find him. I'm on my way to find him. Damn it, he pushed me away ... "

Qin Lang, who was sitting there drinking milkshake, looked up, calmly looked at Zhou's swollen belly, bit a straw, and kept silent politely. Yan Song also remained silent.

Zhou Yueyue said nervously, "Is the problem serious?"

A beautiful girl put down her cup: "You are so old, and it still itches after three years?" ? I think your skin itches. "

Qin Lang nodded approvingly: "You can't be an itch for three years, but my parents are really itchy. Recently, my father came home late and lied to my mother that there were still people working overtime in the office. As a result, I heard from his secretary Feng Xier that he not only got off work on time every afternoon, but also left first ... "

Yan Song picked up a small plate of cheesecake and gagged Qin Lang.

Zhou was shocked: "How can it be" rigorous, honest and responsible? For example, Master Qin also cheated. "My big old gentleman is Tathagata ..."

Yan Song was lying on the sofa, looking gloomy. After a long time, he said, "I'm not sure if it really happened." It's just suspicion. " After another half a day, I added, "If it is true, I will die with him." After a long time, I sighed: "Forget it, if it really happens, can I really die with him?" No, you can't make Qin Lang an orphan. "After sighing, he turned to ask Qin Lang," If you want to divorce your father, are you with me or with your father? "

Qin Lang calmly drank a whole bottle of milkshake: "Double suicide. I am an orphan. "

Two days later, He Shaoshao invited friends to dinner. A friend brought his sister, He Shaoshao brought Zhou, Zhou brought Yan Song, and Yan Song brought Qin Lang. A group of six people sat down in Yumanlou, ordering and eating. He Shaoshao's friend is surnamed Zhou, who runs an advertising company. His sister is an anchor in the provincial TV station, which is also called Big Week in the media circle of C city. Big week sitting next to Yan Song, a meal to the absent-minded Yan Song considerate.

Several people are alumni who graduated from T University. After drinking for 30 years, it is inevitable to recall the past. I don't know how to say a celebrity who graduated from school. Zhou Xiao said with a smile, "I heard that the wife of the architect Qin Mo also graduated from our school? She was admitted to graduate school in 2008, right? I graduated in 2007 and just missed her. According to He Laoshi, He Laoshi is also a 2008 graduate student of T University. Have you seen Master Qin's wife? "

Qin Mo's wife choked a mouthful of water down her throat, and Da Zhou immediately handed me a tissue.

Mrs. He glanced at her wife and Zhou, who was gentle and personable and thought for a while. Facing the latter, she said sternly, "Yes, but I heard that they have bad feelings recently and are going to divorce. If you want to be interested in one of them, I don't think it's necessary to stick to the rules and start as soon as possible.

Qin Mo's wife choked on her throat with another mouthful of water, and Da Zhou reached out and patted her back. He glanced at Mrs. He less, and Mrs. He glared back. He Shaoshao sent a short message with a frown.

Zhou Xiao, covering her mouth, said, "No, I heard from a friend who works in new york that Qin Mo loves his wife very much. Two years ago, she ruined her marriage with the painter Gwyneth for her current wife. Why do you want a divorce ... Ah, is it because of that little model Vivian? " The two voices said in unison, "Who is Vivian?" A male voice and a female voice, the former is warm and deep, and the latter is on cloud nine.

Mrs Ho turned her head and said, "Hey, hey, Qin Mo? Qin Mo! What brings you here? ! "He Shaoshao put away his mobile phone, took the cup and drank saliva. Zhou Xiao looked at the born Qin Mo stiffly, keeping the expression of being struck by lightning. He looked at Mrs. He: "Are you friends?" Qin Lang raised a hand and greeted his father: "Are you here for a divorce?" Yan, who is on cloud nine, keeps a little distance from Da Zhou. Da Zhou stood up and politely reached out and greeted Qin Mo. The waiter followed him in, busy adding chairs and tableware. The scene was very lively at that time. I was supposed to be travel-stained but didn't see it at all. I casually shook hands with Da and Xiao Monday, glanced at Yan Song who bowed his head and drank juice, sat down in the empty seat added by the waiter next to Xiao Quan, and looked at Zhou Youyou and said, "I heard that you are planning to help my wife on a blind date, so come and have a look."

Zhou hurriedly waved his hand: "Today's dinner is not a blind date. Why invite General Zhou to eat? We will stop by."

The size of Zhou shows a strange divine color. Qin Mo smiled and nodded: "Well, I know, I heard that the blind date banquet you arranged will start tomorrow, and I have to read it all, so I came one day in advance. I won't bother you. I have something to say to Mrs Qin. Do you mind if I take her back first? "

Zhou Xiao was shocked and asked, "Mrs. Qin?"

Bypass two seats, take Mrs. Qin's hand, pull it up and hug it in her arms. She smiled and said, "Excuse me first." Qin Lang quietly climbed down the stool and followed his parents.

After the balcony door was opened and closed, Xiao Zhou still covered his mouth for a long time and said, "Is that Mrs. Qin? Quiet people can't see it! Master Qin and Mrs Qin, the virtuous couple, seem to have no bad feelings. How can they say they want a divorce? " Da Zhou looked at the balcony door regretfully for a while and said nothing. Zhou asked why in a low voice, "Did you tell me about the blind date? When did you two get along so well? " Why do you remember: "Didn't Yan Song break up with Qin Mo in the year when Qiao Lin died? At that time, you were in Yan Song, and you didn't answer Qin Mo's phone. He called me and said that Yan Song was a man who refused to do anything. A lot of things can't be forced on her, only give her space to think clearly. At that time, he had a lot of troubles to deal with, so he couldn't often run around C City in new york. Let me watch Yan Song for him. That's it. " Recalling the heavy voice, he said to Zhou, "If you want to get involved with them again in the future, I will send you to New Oriental to learn English." Zhou accused: "You know I hate English the most." He Shaoshao said slowly, "I just know that you hate learning English the most."

In grandpa Qin Mo's old house, Qin Lang was rushed to his room to think about it. Qin Mo locked the bedroom door: "Dinner is ready." Then take a bath. I am tired. You can have a good sleep after taking a shower. Yan Song awkward and holding Qin Mo to find pajamas darling to take a shower. Come out of the shower, blow your hair, and think about how to make Qin Mo understand. After a while, when Qin Mo came out in a bathrobe, he whispered, "I don't know about the blind date party. I just came back to get together with Zhou.

Qin Mo, damn it, look at her. Yan Song, who sat on the bed, wanted to think, bit his lip and threw caution to the outside of the cloud nine. "You don't seem to care too much, so I'll take pictures. You should be tired of lying to me for so long. Better show your cards early. When I was a child, I wondered why the story stopped when the prince and princess got married. It turns out that they will encounter all kinds of problems after they get married. Maybe one day they will divorce, and they can't be together ... "Said this generosity. Qin Mo bit her neck: "Hmm" What did I cheat you? "His hand touched her everywhere. The fire burned her face red. Don't turn around and say, "You ... come back so late every night, and you say you work overtime in the office ... His kiss is removed from his neck, and he smiles," Every night? Will you miss me when I'm away? Meow meow "

She hit him hard on the back, but because she was lame, she had no strength at all. He went to kiss her on the lips, but she didn't let her kiss at first. The intention was to force her to give an explanation. As soon as the words were spoken, she heard a voice that was so vague: "Don't try to pass the customs like this. You lied to me and tried to lie to me. If you don't tell me, I'll ... "I was going to threaten it, but I didn't think of anything for a long time. And that nightgown has been completely stripped off by Qin Mo. He whispered in her ear, "What are you going to do?"

Finally, Mrs. Qin didn't do anything to Mr. Qin. Instead, it is treatment again and again.

It was just two o'clock in the middle of the night when I woke up, and the moonlight shone through the window. Yan Song felt a little itchy on her face. When I opened my eyes, I saw Qin Mo holding her head and gently tracing her eyebrows. Seeing her vague eyes, I stopped and pulled her cheek. I smiled and said, "wake up, I'm hungry. Go down and make you a sandwich?" He was about to get up. She caught him. He glanced at her sideways, which was very interesting: "You are, you still want to …" She suddenly let him go, wrapped the quilt tightly for a long time, and whispered: "Don't you like me very much? I don't think it's right to say I don't like it. If I don't like it, I won't ... "My face turned red before I finished, and I said confidently three seconds later," No, if I like you very much, I won't lie to me. I can only say that I don't like it very much. " After thinking, search for an appropriate metaphor in your mind: "am I like a rib to you now?" Is it a pity to abandon it? " There was a long silence in the air, and Qin Mo was rarely surprised: "Although I am happy to say that you are so jealous, but …" He rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly. He sideways took out a bunch of keys from his coat and put them in front of her: "Your birthday is coming, and I want to give you a surprise. It seems that if I don't tell you clearly, the surprise will become scary. " She looked at the key, speechless. He went to bed and held her in his arms with a quilt: "I personally watched them decorate the big seaside house you wanted, and every detail was your imagination." Song Song, how can you be a bird? We are finally together. I am only worried that one day you will leave me again. "

She trembled gently in his arms. Suddenly, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, she reached out from the quilt and hugged his neck tightly, her face pressed against his face, which was the most intimate action she could make. She whispered in his ear, her voice crying. Such a big man is like a child: "What can I do, brother? I can't live without you." He tilted his head slightly and kissed her mouth: "Are you hungry?"

She shook her head and reached out to touch his lips. He mumbled, "So, one more time?" Moonlight is covered with blue sheets, just like lying on the silent sea. The atmosphere is just right. Qin Lang's voice rang out from outside the bedroom, accompanied by a heartbreaking knocking at the door: "Dad, I'm hungry. I didn't eat anything tonight. I'm going to faint ... "

(End)