Apricot yellow rain

Foreword

In early spring, a Bo Xue was still hanging on the branches, and the crackling sound of firecrackers was outside the window.

It's a new year. She lies on the bed with her eyes closed, and her body is full of transparent tubes. The room is very quiet, and only the big instruments make regular ticking.

"I have written all the disposal methods of Roche's assets in my will." She spoke slowly, "Secretary Liu, I don't have children, so you can make the subsequent donation." The night wind is gurgling, the corner of the gray window screen is lifted, and the fireworks on the horizon are gorgeous, reflecting on the old man's face as dry as bark.

"Ok, is there anything else that General Ye wants?"

"Take me back to Yezipo, he has been waiting alone for too long."

at three o'clock in the morning, she left, peacefully, without even disturbing a remnant star on the horizon.

hyacinthus orientalis in front of the window is blooming, with a large cluster of purple flowers, fragrant and fragrant, telling a long story with the rhythm of the years.

One

Eiko met Lin Luoyang in the season when the mountain was covered with rhubarb and apricots. The thin girl sat on a tall branch and waved her hand at the boy. "Hey, do you want apricots?"

Lin Luoyang has never seen such a wild girl, just like a free pony on the grassland.

She picked up a handful of apricots with her skirt and smiled, her crescent-shaped eyes narrowed into a crack.

He said to her, "Come down quickly, it's too dangerous up there."

The girl laughed, and the sound like a silver bell spread all over the mountain nest. She jumped lightly and landed in front of the boy. The apricot she handed was big and yellow. "The apricot in Yezipo is big and sweet. Try it."

Lin Luoyang took the apricot and smiled with two front teeth missing.

"Why did you come to Yezipo?" Eiko chewed the apricots in his hand, and the juice splashed.

The boy hung his head and his voice was as low as a mosquito's hum. "Mom said grandpa was old and asked me to come back and spend time with him."

that year, Lin Luoyang was eight years old. He was not familiar with the world, but he learned the ability of adults to speak three points.

Two months ago, Lin Luoyang met his father whom he had never met. The man is high above, as cold as a sculpture. He said, "Lin Xia, it is impossible for Laurence family to accept you. Take the money and leave, don't make everyone look bad. "

Lin Xia is Lin Luoyang's mother, a woman who lives only by Nuo Nuo and is attached to men. That time, she threw money at men for the first time.

he said, "well done, mom."

She said, "Xiaoyang, go back to Yezipo, where is your home."

A long time later, in a sunset, Lin Luoyang suddenly mentioned the past, and his dark eyes were full of bitterness that Eiko could not understand.

In my memory, Lin Luoyang's face is always very pale. He reminds me of a smiling face, like a pink rain in the wind, which warms Eiko's whole barren childhood.

No one knows how time slipped through the fingers. The girl under the apricot tree faded from her original tenderness and gradually became a girl's innocence. He taught her a new song, "There are bandits and gentlemen, such as cutting and grinding."

Her voice is very beautiful, like a nightingale whispering softly, "There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as incisive as discussion and as polished as grinding."

He proudly scraped her nose and handed out a piece of maltose. The round face, with a maltose, looks very cute.

The rapeseed in the mountain is blooming. He pulls her to the top of the mountain and points to the golden color all over the mountain. "Look, this is the sea."

Eiko shook her head and grumbled, "Brother Yang lied, the sea is blue."

He scraped her delicate nose. "When you grow up, Brother Yang will take you to see the real sea."

It's another year of apricot Huang Shi. Encouraged by Eiko, Lin Luoyang finally learned to climb trees, and four snow-white feet are swinging under the blue sky.

Eiko is still full of heavy apricots in her clothes, and she is as heavy as a kangaroo. He laughed at her greed, and she pursed her pink lips and complained, "I just want to pick more for Brother Yang."

when she is coquetry, her voice is soft and waxy, like a reed swinging by the river in March.

They were walking side by side on a weedy path, and their instep was cold from the dew. He paused and said to her, "He is sick and now he just wants to see me. Eiko, I'm going back to Shanghai. "

II

On December 12th, 1915, Yuan Shikai proclaimed himself emperor in Beijing. When the news came, it just fell into the ears of a willing heart.

The bustling market is full of people and cars. A billboard stood in front of the night sheng club, saying, "Mei Li Jia ren Ye Ying, singing in love."

In the resplendent hall, the light shadows fell, the stage rose with thin white fog, a group of young girls twisted their graceful figures, and the originally beautiful faces were also dyed enchanting and frivolous with rich makeup.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the girl who was touching Mai and singing in the middle. The girl wore a fiery red gauze skirt, charming but not dusty. She opened her lips lightly, and the song was like coming from a distant mountain stream, "Looking for the Olympics, the green bamboo is awkward." There are bandits and gentlemen, such as cutting, such as cutting, such as grinding It's a new song adapted from the Book of Songs.

It was sung by a girl, like a nightingale singing softly and softly across her heart, but it was fascinating without the surging tide.

In the balcony on the second floor, a pair of gloomy eyes stared at her tightly, as if her eyes were too persistent. The girl looked up and looked back. In the dim light, the corners of the man's mouth were bent almost imperceptibly.

"check her." There is only the cold voice of men in the empty box.

Girls only sing one song every night, and men only come for her. Sing a song, and the echo will linger for a long time.

"Can Mr. Luo buy the little girl a drink?" It's Ye Ying, the girl who sang just now. Remove the rich makeup, and the delicate facial features reveal a bit of childishness. She is wearing a dark blue cheongsam embroidered with dark red pomegranate flowers. Few young girls like such a heavy color.

"Why, Mr. Luo is not happy?" She put the cigarette at her fingertips to her lips and took a deep breath. The smoke ring she spit out was like a skull. "It's a pity that I was rejected." Ye Ying stretched out his hand and brushed the man's cheek, and a layer of false loss floated on his face.

"wait." Luo Yang, stop her. Ye Ying slowly turned around, and there was a flash of disappointment between her bright eyes. "Where to?" His face is still cold and he can't see any emotions.

"Charming Lounge." She leaned against the wall and smiled.

The pillars of the Night Sheng Club are only good at taking part in accidental amusement.

When I walk to the door, the black Cadillac lights up its huge headlights, and the driver opens the door for Luo Yang. Ye Ying stopped him. "I don't want a third person to bother us!" She stuck very close, and the hot breath sprayed on the man's earlobe, leaving the charm of bone erosion lightly.

Late at night in late summer, there is a little coolness after all. She was wearing an improved cheongsam, with large tracts of skin exposed in the air and her teeth trembling slightly. The sound of finely broken reached Luo Yang's ears. He frowned, took off his coat and put it on her. "Don't go out fooling around with strange men dressed like this in the future!" The tone is dense, and the command means more than care.

Ye Ying leans on his shoulder, and her drunken cheeks glow lovely. Her feet are a little unstable, and she walks askew on the road. This is the embarrassing appearance, and she still complains that men are fierce.

Luo Yang was amused by her naivety, and that knowing smile reflected in the girl's black eyes. He suddenly felt a quiver in his heart. How long has it been since he smiled like this? Ten years, a whole decade.

3

Time flies, and the French phoenix tree beside the road has lost its last dead leaf, and now there are only clusters of small red lanterns left on the original luxuriant branches.

Young girls in the night sheng party twist their waists, and their graceful bodies make it impossible to guess their age.

So much for the place where people lead a drunken life. The beauty dies before she is old. After all, it is the old love that can't reach the new love ...

Ye Ying is sitting in front of the toilet mirror, and her frame is full of bright light bulbs, which makes Byakki Smoker look pale. She hooked her mouth in front of the mirror, and the woman in the mirror also gave her false smile. "Look, Ye Ying, you can't even laugh in Lian Xiao." She spoke softly and painted her lips redder bit by bit.

"Sister Sakura, it's your turn to play." Assistant Xiaolan reminded her.

The singer of Yesheng Club has never had an assistant, only Ye Ying. He Yesheng has never treated her well, but she was forced to give her two bodyguards and then an assistant six months ago. It's funny, what she does is just under his control, so there is no need for these flattering means.

When she got up, she was lazy but had an indescribable amorous feelings. Xiaolan squatted down to help her tidy her skirt.

"Do you think I look good?" She suddenly spoke.

"ah!" Xiaolan was stunned by her question, and then smiled and said, "Sister Sakura is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. In my opinion, those new goblins can't even catch up with your fingernails."

"Really?" Her voice is faint, like coming from a distant mountain stream, revealing the elusive nothingness.

Luo Yang asked him out again. Ye Ying met many men at the night party, but she was never as awkward as Luo Yang.

He is a very cold person. He always treats Ye Ying with an eyesore. What night sheng said she was useless, and it took a man more than half a year to win. She squinted at him and winked at him. "I'd like to take you early if I have that ability." The man hugged her, "Baby, I've always been yours."

Ye Ying's performance ended at two o'clock in the middle of the night. Luo Yang called her last night and said that there was a surprise. She was so sleepy that she didn't ask for details. I just feel that his voice on the other end of the phone is rarely spoiled. What a wonderful surprise it is, she thought, and her mouth was disdainful.

Ye Ying lives in an obscure small apartment in the old city, which He Yesheng bought for her when she first arrived in Shanghai.

how stupid it was at that time. I always thought that others were kind-hearted and grateful to you as a benefactor. But what happened? There is no such thing as a free lunch.

The magnolia beside the apartment is in bloom, and the small white bone flowers glow in the moonlight.

"It's already spring." Ye Ying stopped and stood for a while, not waiting for the sound of flowers.

④

There was no light in the crowded small room, but little lights came in from the window. There was a person leaning on the sofa, which was a very small female sofa. The person leaned on it in a very uncomfortable posture, and the scarlet flame flickered between his fingers. He said that a girl shouldn't smoke, so she even gave up smoking. Today, such a situation has never happened.

"Luo Yang?" Ye Ying calls out softly.

"You're back." His voice is a little dull and full of alcohol.

"have you been drinking?" Ye Ying walked over and pinched off the cigarette butts in his hands, snuggling up in the man's arms. "Didn't you say you were going to surprise me?" Her fingertips scratched at random on the man's chest, and her soft voice was like a charming little wild cat.

"ye ying? Ye Ying? " He seems to ask himself, and he seems to ask her, "You should have been surnamed Ye."

Ye Ying giggled, "I don't mind taking your last name."

He stared at her eyes as if staring at the flamboyant little girl at the end of time. "How have you been these years?" He asked her, like an old friend who had known for a long time, her dumb voice was filled with endless guilt and disappointment.

"I ..." Ye Ying didn't say a word, but her burning lips suddenly kissed her hard, and her lips, cheeks and neck ...

Ice and ice swept away, leaving her burning like a fire.

This is the first time that Luo Yang kissed her voluntarily. His kissing skills are unfamiliar and fanatical. Ye Ying's heart was more pleasantly surprised than repelled. She seduced him many times. At first, he always escaped, but later he simply refused to respond like a wooden stake.

"shall we go to the bedroom?" She grabbed him by the neck and turned passivity into initiative.

Luo Yang's body suddenly froze when his fiery arm was put on his cold neck. He took off her arm, and his eyes were calm again. "You rest early, and I will go to Yesheng to see you later."

At night, it was extremely cold. Ye Ying was lying on the sofa, and Luo Yang's body temperature remained on it. She was in a trance, as if the soft words were just an illusion.

The next day, the sky was just a fish-belly grey, and Ye Ying woke up in confusion. The big city is still sleeping. It's really a strange city with endless nightlife, but it always stays awake in the morning. Unlike the small mountain village in memory, people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and their lives are quiet and comfortable.

She rubbed her aching head and didn't sleep well last night. Unconsciously, the original prey seems to be the man who can affect her mood at will.

There is an exquisite wooden box on the square table in the living room, which is probably Luo Yang's surprise. She lazily moved over, and what caught her eye was a mahogany box engraved with apricot flowers, with precious jade inlaid in the corner. The degree of luxury made her think of the story of buying a gift and returning pearls.

I thought it would be something new, but I didn't expect to see Brunswick, a Brunswick brand phonograph, with an elegant front. Ye Ying rubbed that string of familiar signs, and there was a long-lost warm current in her heart.

It was Ye Ying's birthday a week ago, and Luo Yang invited her to the Lanxin Grand Theater to watch the new musical.

he didn't know how much she hated the fake day, so he stood at the gate of the theater and waited for three hours. He didn't find her in a nearby shop until the musical ended. If I remember correctly, when Luo Yang found her, she was pretending to stare at a Brunswick phonograph in the window.

I didn't expect him to remember everything. Ye Ying caressed the smooth paint and smiled sweetly.

Wu

Luo Yang disappeared without warning.

when she calls him, she always answers the humble and polite secretary, "Mr. Luo has gone abroad." Malaysia, France, Canada ...

She didn't even have time to calculate the time difference between them before she learned that he had moved to another country.

It was a desperate and unbearable day. She counted the hands and pulled the clock board bit by bit. It turned out that she and he were no longer qualified to stand on the same land.

There was a thick layer of frost on the amber window glass, and a breath made it dizzy. The snow particles outside the house are fluttering and falling without a trace.

how many years has it not snowed in Shanghai? Ye Ying spread out her palm, glittering and translucent snowflakes slowly melted in her palm, and a little snow soaked her palm cold.

She is getting discouraged. Maybe Luo Yang is no different from those men before. Each takes the game he needs, and she approaches with initiative. He pretends not to know and hides in the dark to see her playing tricks like a buffoon.

He Yesheng seems to disapprove of Luo Yang's indifference. He told Ye Ying, "The fish is about to take the bait."

A month later, Ye Ying understood the meaning of that sentence.

It was late spring, so Luo Yang came back quietly, just like his departure, and he never owed a reasonable explanation. He doesn't say, and she doesn't ask.

at night, the night sheng hui is still a crowing party, with guys and girls.