Magnolia flowers fall

Falling flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect them - Gong Zizhen

I met Yuyu in April last year, the season when magnolias were about to decline. The petals fall from the branches, like bidding farewell to a loving lover, and the ground is covered with red.

Yuyu is a high school tutor who has just started working. That day she took her students to our police station to participate in social practice. She was wearing a purple windbreaker, short ear-length hair, a fair face, and dark eyes. , small nose, like a blooming magnolia flower, pure and pure. She was busy organizing students to visit in groups. I walked past her. The moment she looked back, our eyes met. Just one glance shocked my heart.

I took her and her students to visit the service command room, case handling area and police camp cultural corridor, and introduced them in detail to the advanced command and dispatch system, intelligent case handling system, antique The buildings in the courtyard and the magnolia flowers blooming one after another in the courtyard. Although the magnolia has reached the stage of decline, the few remaining flowers on the branches are still full of energy and bright. Seeing several magnolias in the courtyard that were about to decline and petals scattered on the ground, Yuyu's eyes were filled with pity and regret. It would have been better if we had come a few days earlier, Yuyu said to herself.

Due to work needs, Yuyu and I exchanged WeChat messages. Perhaps it was fate destined by God. Within a few days, Yuyu and I became good friends who talked about everything, chatting from morning to night every day. , from work to life, chatting about life and ideals, chatting in a dark way. We agreed that when the magnolia flowers bloom next year, we will come together to enjoy the magnolia flowers. In the blink of an eye, Yuyu and I have known each other for more than a month. It was such a beautiful and brilliant time. On weekends, we meet to eat together, watch movies together, climb mountains together, and recite poems and compose poems together. The same hobbies bring our hearts closer. Chatting becomes a necessary homework for us every day when we can't meet in person. We can't use our mobile phones for a moment. Leave it out of your hands, lest you miss any message from the other party.

I once asked Yuyu, how could you have such a lively conversation with me, a person who is twenty years older than you? She said: My father is also a policeman, and you are very similar to my father. Yuyu told me that when she was in her freshman year, her father suddenly passed away due to illness. She was in an abyss at that time. During those days, she was able to survive thanks to the company of her roommates. In the past, she would dream about her father every day. Her father told her many times in her dreams that you will meet someone like your father to take care of you for him.

"Have you met it?" I asked her.

"Encountered it!" she replied.

I know that was the most heart-to-heart exchange between Yuyu and I. Faced with her sincerity and trust, I couldn't refuse and could only treat her sincerely. Since then, I have firmly believed that I must take good care of Yuyu, just like a father does to his daughter. I also look forward to letting Yuyu take care of her like a father during her wedding ceremony. Holding my arm, I accompanied her into the marriage hall and handed her over to her groom with my own hands.

Time flies, and Yuyu and I have known each other for a year. Everything has changed due to the accumulation of time and Yuyu’s business trip.

In early March this year, when the magnolias were about to bloom, Yuyu was sent to teach in remote mountainous areas for a month. When bidding farewell to Yuyu, Yuyu said with regret that she might have to miss the blooming magnolia again this year. I also joked to her: What you missed was not just a flowering period, you also missed the best part of my life. During the month when Yuyu left, I finally fully realized the feeling of living like years and the pain of missing her. Every day, Yuyu’s shadow was in my mind, and I couldn’t get rid of it. I looked at my phone calendar countless times every day and counted her in detail. return date. As someone who has experienced this, I deeply understand my own situation. How could this happen? I asked myself this countless times in the dead of night. I fell into deep distress and couldn't sleep all day and all night. Reason tells me that if the relationship between me and Yuyu is not handled well, both my family and Yuyu will be harmed. On the one hand, there is a happy family and on the other hand, there is pure friendship. For me, I cannot let go of either.

Continue or terminate? For this reason I am in a dilemma.

After a few days of thinking, I decided to cut off any contact with Yuyu. When Yuyu comes back, it will be the end of our relationship.

On the second day after Yuyu came back, she and I met under the magnolia tree. The magnolia flowers looked just like the first time she saw them, with fallen flowers all over the ground, but there were still a few blooming proudly on the branches. , full of energy, bright and beautiful. Yuyu ran happily under the magnolia tree, picking up petals that fell to the ground and piecing them into beautiful patterns. She also sprinkled petals on my head from time to time, laughing at my embarrassed appearance. Seeing her happy look, I really couldn't bear to spoil her happiness. The words I had prepared for several days were not spoken out. When I said goodbye to Yuyu, I gave her a shallow hug, and the moment she turned around to leave , I burst into tears. I knew that, although there was too much reluctance, this day would come sooner or later.

A gust of wind blew, and the magnolia petals fell like a smallpox, leaving red stains all over the ground. Looking carefully, he realized that although there was too much reluctance to let go of the falling petals, he tried his best to remove all the remaining red wilts in order for the flowers to bloom more beautifully.

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