Half-Withered Flower of the Other Shore
The moon passed through the cherry blossoms,
Brings that string of happy code,
On the other side of the horizon, she wore a gorgeous wedding dress.
The dark bridge decorated with shooting stars,
The angel steps on the beat of happiness,
The swing weaved by the floating clouds swayed.
Laughter spread over the rainbow in the west.
The fleeting years are quietly forgotten by God,
Time has diluted the tears of angels,
Nurturing the western flowers,
The withered flowers
They secretly drove for a whole summer.
The other shore flowers in the west of heaven bloom,
The angel's face was red.
The clouds are oxided by time,
In fleeting years my tears dry,
The arc grazes the horizon,
Falling bits and pieces.
What was left was not a meteorite,
It was a half-withered Paramita Flower.
Encounter in June
It was said that fate was predestined. The encounter, mutual understanding, and love between two people had long been woven by fate. Perhaps they lived on opposite ends of the earth. Maybe they were beggars and princes, maybe they were policemen and thieves. Perhaps it was the half-withered spider lilies and the rainbow in the sky. However, they would always screen their encounter at a certain time and place. Their story began in an abandoned building.
The sky in June was the color of fire, scorching every corner of the earth and an eight-year-old girl. The only thing that could tell that she was a girl was her shoulder-length but messy hair. Her face was very, very dark, without any brightness or liveliness. To be exact, it was very dirty, so dirty that it blurred her outline. However, her eyes were very bright, shining like ancient diamonds, with a sharpness and determination that did not belong to an eight-year-old girl. She was wearing a white T-shirt that was so big that it reached her knees.
The girl walked aimlessly, but she seemed to be looking for something. The girl's eyes stopped on a tattered sack. A glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes. Could that bag be her life-saving straw? She paused for a moment, thinking about something, then ran straight over and opened the bag at a very fast speed. She poked her head out and took a look. It was scrap metal. She smiled-the innocent smile of an eight-year-old girl. She wrapped the sack around her thin shoulders and tried to drag the scrap metal. Again and again, she was still pressed down by the heavy bag. She swallowed her saliva and exerted strength again. She slowly dragged it forward, step by step.
On the other side of the abandoned building, a silver-gray luxury car slowly shuttled through the uneven road. The young man sat calmly in the car. The shaking of the car did not affect his hands that were swimming on the keyboard. His typing speed was so fast that it was hard to believe that he was only a thirteen-year-old teenager. He was wearing a clean school uniform, and there was no expression on his fair face. His black hair was scattered under the dim light.
"Young Master, we will be able to pass through here soon.”The driver in the front row said submissively, beads of sweat seeping out of his forehead.
"I've never walked this road before." The young man didn't raise his head, nor did he stop what he was doing. His voice was very calm, and there wasn't much fluctuation in his emotions.
"I'm sorry, Young Master. The driver had something to do at home, so I replaced him temporarily. I'm not very familiar with the roads here. I will try to get out of this area as soon as possible." It might be hard to believe that this was a middle-aged man's answer to a young man. It was a tone of fear, humility, and worry.
"As soon as possible." The young man finished his work and closed the wine-red mini computer. He looked out of the car, as if he was in a daze, but also as if he was thinking. The noise outside the window had alarmed him, who was calm in the car.
"You thief, stop right there.”
"If you run again, I'll break your legs."
A man in a black singlet was holding an embroidered iron rod in his hand. His harsh curses drowned out the noise of the construction site as he chased after the little girl in front of him. The girl didn't look back, but ran forward even more desperately. She knew that the things in the bag were very important. She was only eight years old, but the things in the sack weighed dozens of pounds. The fierce man quickly caught up with her and pulled the bag that the girl was dragging. The girl lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground. The blood on his knees flowed out. The man did not have any sympathy and stared at her fiercely.
"Where did this wild child come from?”The man frowned and glared at the girl. The girl struggled to break free and hugged the sack tightly, looking at the man with a determined gaze. She was telling him that she would not give up.
"You still dare to glare at me." The man grabbed the girl's clothes." I'll send you to the police station.”The man dragged the girl forward quickly.
"Wait a minute." The boy's faint voice caught the man's attention. He stopped in his tracks but did not let go.
The arrogant man turned around. The young man and the driver had already gotten off the bus and were not far away. She was walking towards the man and the girl.
The girl looked at the young man who was walking over. He was clean and good-looking. Dressed in a neat and beautiful school uniform, she looked like a glass doll in the display window, so perfect that no one dared to approach her. Will he save me? The girl thought to herself. His head was lowered.
The young man walked closer and looked at the girl and her bleeding knee. Her eyes were filled with helplessness, desire, and a lingering haze.
"I'll buy the things in your bag. Don't make things difficult for her.”The boy used a negotiating tone to talk to the man. The man's expression immediately softened, and he let go of the girl's hand.
"Sure, sure. As long as you have money, anything can be discussed.”The man agreed powerfully, his eyes shining as he looked at the boy wretchedly. The boy turned to look at the driver. After the driver nodded, he went to the side to discuss with the man.
Only the eight-year-old her and the thirteen-year-old him were left in the empty space of the abandoned building. He squatted down and used his clean and white sleeve to slowly wipe away the scab of blood on the girl's knee. The girl subconsciously took a few steps back. He stopped what he was doing and just looked at her without saying anything. After a long time.
"Why steal?" The boy's tone was not one of blame or disdain. It was calm, calm, and a little heartache and reluctance.
It was as if he had frozen in time. The girl did not say anything or do anything. She just stared at him. She kept staring at him. After a long time, the girl turned her eyes to the sack on the ground and continued to drag it. She walked forward with difficulty step by step without leaving a word or looking back.
The boy stood straight and looked at her back as she walked away. Her shoulders were so thin and her hands were so thin. She was so stubborn, like a withered flower. Even if death and destruction awaited her, she would not retreat and use her life as the last bloom. It was the first time he had such a strong desire to protect someone, to guard her, to take care of her.
The girl dragged the sack and moved with difficulty step by step. Countless eyes were watching her, but no one thought of helping her. Perhaps there were people from different worlds living on the same ground. Her face was wet with sweat, and her dirty face was washed white.
"Thirsty, go home quickly. Something happened to your family.”A middle-aged man in his forties ran to the girl in a panic. His voice was a little shaky as he took a deep breath and continued," The abandoned building where your father lived collapsed. Go back and take a look."”Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down the uncle's face.
Xia Kezhi was stunned for a moment and looked at the uncle who was panting from running. Her eyes suddenly darkened. She dropped the bag and ran to the abandoned building. He kept running. Then, he stopped beside a pile of ruins.
"I heard that someone lives here." A plump woman was fanning herself as she discussed the news that had nothing to do with her.
"Yes, it seems that there is a man who is about to die of illness living here. He didn't have the money to treat his illness and was about to die. This saved him a lot of trouble.”The man in the white tank top pointed at the collapsed ruins and talked with relish.
"Doesn't he have a daughter? I heard that she was brought back from the orphanage.”
"Is that so? Wouldn't you send it back?"
The crowd's discussion did not stop. More and more people came to watch the show, but no one thought of saving the man in the ruins. Perhaps the life and death of others were just topics they chatted about after dinner.
The girl pushed through the crowd and stood in front of the collapsed building for a long time. She was at a loss. She turned around and looked at the crowd. She was asking for help, begging them to save her " father." She had yet to call out to him. She was afraid, afraid that she would never have the chance again.
However, the world was cold and everyone was indifferent. The girl no longer placed her hopes on others. She bent down and moved the bricks away one by one. She wanted to save him, the person who raised her and gave her to her family.
The gray sky had changed at some unknown time. The scorching sun had already hidden itself, and it was raining heavily. The crowd had already dispersed, leaving only the girl who was still digging in the rain. No one knew how long she had been digging, no one knew how much blood she had lost, but she never shed a single tear, no matter how painful it was. Because she firmly believed that he was still alive.
She wanted to save him. She was so thirsty that she used all her strength to maintain this last trace of hope. She wanted to persevere, but she was already so tired and in so much pain that she could not feel anything. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly closed. Since she couldn't save him, then she would accompany him to sleep in this desolate place.
The sun rose, set, and rose again. Thirsty opened his eyes. The white ceiling and white curtains were very familiar. Thirsty tried to stand up.
The door was pushed open, and a face that made one so thirsty that one would be afraid even in their dreams became clearer. It was her, the cruel and vicious orphanage director. She also had another identity, a human trafficker who sold children. She was so thirsty that she became alert and afraid. Yes, she was very afraid of this woman who had destroyed her beautiful life. She was very afraid of this woman who had kidnapped and abused her.
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