Forget the fireworks climbing the clouds

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At noon, in the wooden flower tea house, the sound stubbornly repeated Ding Wei's "Winter is Coming" over and over again. Outside the glass window is the crowd facing the cold wind in winter, the music in the window seems to put the whole winter in, so that the originally warm house has a bit of loneliness.

Xiao Zi gently closed her eyelids, thoughts Dimly discernibly, as if back to the 22 years old that winter, there, there is a man called wood Ran. Bushy eyebrows, chiseled lips. His lips a close, as if to say, Zi, winter is coming, I want happiness, where in the end?

Where is the happiness I want? Zi repeated softly, as if her heart would know the answer if she asked again. At this time, there is a voice in the ear: you want happiness, is waiting. Zi opened her eyes suddenly and looked up to see a man with a wide forehead, bright eyes and a smile on his face, blowing into her shop like a breeze on such a dry winter day.

Zi didn't understand what he was talking about. The man laughed and said, you turn your head, 45 degrees, you can know the answer. Small posture lean head, saw oneself in the store of a painting hanging on the wall, the picture is winter snow, with a few lines of green fine print: waiting and chasing, like two fireworks climbing the cloud, the end of one is lonely, the end of the other is falling.

Small Zi smiled, say you please sit down, and then get up to take out a set of antique blue and white porcelain cup and saucer. She skilfully hot cup, tea, brewing, two minutes later, with a wisp of aroma of fresh tea has been handed to the man in front.

Xiao Zi light smile, THIS is BODHi tea, help to relieve nervous tension, also can eliminate some people's over-sensitivity, I think it is suitable for you. He sniffed the tea, looked at the small Zi said, are you reminding me to guess your heart? So, I obey, drink a few cups of Bodhi tea, let it wash over my too sensitive heart. However, the song you play is too sad. I don't think it suits you. Zi was silent and turned to wipe the tea on the wire over and over again.

The song has been stubbornly repeated: winter is coming, feel cold; The water does not flow, you also go; The music rang, let me cry; Heart also lost, will it hurt...

The man's voice suddenly amplified in the singing, my name is Ding Ke, this tea is very good.

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Xiao Zi's Muran Flower tea House is located in the street of Linshui Street. Opposite the tea house is a long river with a stone bridge. Occasionally, red-headed gulls will fly over the river, leaving a string of fine silhouettes. Zi loves the city and hopes to settle down here, get married and have a baby. However, these to wait for the wood Ran back to have hope.

When I met wood Ran, Xiao Zi was only 19 years old. Wandering green years, small posture love in such a fertile season to grow and bloom. Wood Ran like to collect the map of each city, Xiaozi is mindless to help him find; Mu Ran likes Xu Wei's CD, Xiao Zi will sing with Xu Wei all day long; Wood ran like flowers bubble tea, small gesture wantonly collect all kinds of flower tea, cup cup bubble to drink wood Ran. Small posture in the joys and sorrows of wood Ran crazy love, but, after graduation from college, wood Ran or go. Xiao Zi finally know why wood Ran like to collect maps, why like Xu Wei's song, his heart has been throbbing, restless, he will leave one day.

Zi always remembered that when he went, it was winter with light snow. He said to Zi, don't wait for me, I have my own ideals and aspirations, will not stay for anyone. Zi pulled wood Ran's hand cried, she said, you walk tired, come back.

The snow ran wood back in a hurry to drown. Zi can not see what the future is like, wood Ran did not give her any commitment, at that time, Zi while listening to "winter is coming" while writing in the diary: wood Ran and I walked together for three years and twenty-three days......

Now, the small posture that waited for wood ran for three whole years still sits on the wooden chair of teahouse in a daze. Ding Ke said, Zi, a woman in a daze will only do two things. The first is for love, the second is for love. You make me feel bad.

Xiao Zi looked into Ding Ke's eyes and felt like crying.

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Dingke often came to the tea farm, sometimes at noon, sometimes at dusk.

He always arrived with a variety of flowers, marigolds, rosemary, or lavender. A door regardless of whether there are customers will be blunt posture straight rang, ah, with two pounds of flowers in exchange for your cup of 22 tea, it is worth it! Zi doesn't talk but laughs. Ding Ke brings rosemary and Xiaozi makes rosemary tea, telling him that rosemary tea improves blood circulation. When Ding Ke brought lavender, Xiao Zi made lavender tea and told him that lavender tea could relieve headache. Ding Ke often sits alone by the window and lights a green Marlboro, sipping tea carefully and occasionally talking to Zi.

Zi is not not understand Ding Ke's heart, but the years of those who loved and pay the general meeting through layers of mist floating in the mind of Zi, lingering. Three years, memory will become numb, but Zi will think, can and wood Ran together, there must be a taste of happiness, water will be sweet. For the taste of happiness, Zi has the courage to insist.

When the first snow fell, Ding Ke went to Yunnan on business and asked Xiaozi what gift she wanted. Zi thought for a while and said, bring me a map of Yunnan. Dingke nodded and left.

When there are no customers in the store, Zi sits quietly by the window, listening to the long and short whistle of the vehicles coming and going. Zi seems to hear the whistle of the train two years ago.

That year, Xiao Zi's flower tea just opened, heard that wood Ran back to his hometown in the north. She had nothing to worry about, jumped on the train to find him, that all the way strong heart, small Zi imagined to see the scene of wood Ran. Should she give him a hug or wait for him to hug her?

But there was nothing. When she stood in the small yard of the wood Ran, wood Ran's mother told Xiao Zi, wood Ran went to Yunnan. At that time, the days are almost dark, the northern winter cold let the heart bursts of tension, Xiao Zi wearing a thin long windbreaker has been shaking. When she arrived at the railway station, she only saw the whistle of the train to Yunnan leaving her. She saw the blurred face of Mu Ran in the window, she followed the train to run, kept calling Mu Ran's name. But even if she could stop the train, how could she stop the wood Ran? Like chasing dreams of wood Ran is not for her and stay.

That night, Zi's heart was as empty as a dry well. She tired into a group sitting on the rumbling train jolting back, wood Ran that fuzzy face like a picture, it abruptly suspended in the small posture on the tip of the heart, in the cold cold weather frozen into ice.

In fact, Zi just want to see how big the map of Yunnan is, how many cities are wooden ran through.

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After Dingke came back from Yunnan, she said to Zi that it was a good deal to exchange two jin of roses from Yunnan for a cup of tea. Ding Ke has never sent roses to Zi, Zi has never made rose tea to Ding Ke. Ding Ke holding flowers, silly ground to say, small posture, do my girlfriend. Make me a cup of rose tea if you like. Ding Ke hid her nervousness with a sarcastic remark. Zi's heart ached.

That evening in the eyes of Xiaozi freeze frame, there is Ding Ke walked across the river embankment along the stone bridge to leave the back. Ding Ke didn't drink the rose tea made by Xiaozi.

When Xiao Zi closed the shop in the evening, tears flowed down, she thought Ding Ke's heart must be painful, because, she loved, she understood. When she turned to leave, the coffee skirt was caught by the store door. Xiao Zi almost fell to the ground, but was caught by a strong arm.

Looking up, Zi saw the familiar and strange face. Jean valjean.

It was as if time had stopped. After a long pause, Zi opened the door again, took out the clip of her skirt, and patted the dust. Heart, suddenly quiet.

Xiao Zi, over the years, I have been to Tibet, to the Yalu River, to Lijiang, Shangri-La, and many other places. Wood said jean valjean.

Are you finally tired of walking? Shacos asked.

Mu Ran said nothing.

Zi cried, holding her face and pulling out the throat in the tea house unbridled sobs. Mu Ran sat quietly on one side and threw his cigarette butts on the floor.

The chandelier in the tea house swayed with the wind blowing in outside the door, and the light flowed back and forth like water on the wooden floor. Outside the sky floated snowflakes, a blossoming like fine fluff, fell on the ground, light for a moment no trace.

They just sat there in silence. Zi remembered that winter train station, her despair of heartache.

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At dawn, Zi dried her tears and said nothing. She took a soft sip of the water. It did not taste as sweet as she had imagined. She looked into Mu Ran's eyes, as if she wanted to see into his heart. There, is there a warm cave, can bury her thoughts for three years?

When wood Ran finally stood in front of her, Zi just know, after waiting, there is no end. The desolation and loneliness of waiting, the memory washed by tears, the heart run over by pain, unripe ground to the man. It's done, and then it's done. Because of the heartache, tired, also tired.

On this winter's morning, Mu Ran embraced Xiao Zi. Small posture in the arms of the wood Ran, thought time is really a sharp weapon ah, can let a person persistent, can also let a person give up. She asked softly in his arms, wood Ran, these years, have you ever seen fireworks?

Mu Ran shook his head. Xiao Zi went on to say that fireworks always want to bloom in the sky at that moment clinging to the clouds, but, the clouds, just want to drift away with the wind. Clouds never know, fireworks bloom although beautiful, but, a fireworks life can only bloom for a cloud once, after that, only ashes. The firework in my heart exploded three years ago.

Mu Ran did not speak, Xiao Zi could feel his trembling from the body. Zi also cried, she said, Ran, I fulfilled my promise, I waited for you, everything is enough, there is no regret.

Wooden Ran left, left before drinking the tea Xiaozi made. He sighed softly and drank the tea you made with your own hands. Only then did he know that maybe here is the most cherished happiness in my life. But, already missed. However, you will have my blessing.

Later, when Ding Ke came back, he did not see the picture with residual snow and green characters. The music changed from "Winter is Coming" to "The Happiness I Want."

Smiling Xiaozi made a cup of rose tea for Ding Ke with a small blue and white porcelain cup. She said, Ding Ke, two catties of roses for a cup of 22 tea, not easy to change oh. He gently took her hand and placed it in the palm of his own, as Dingke laughed and showed two rows of even teeth.

Three years of waiting, after a thousand sails, posture finally understand, she has been chasing the man's appearance, in this winter, but can not and the past complete overlap.

Sometimes, love, like a blooming flower, if there is no butterfly dance and bees kiss, missed the flowering period, can only wait for wilt. Small Zi to happiness, just a know how to cherish her, know how to pick flowers in the flowering period of the man.

Finally decided to forget the fireworks climbing the clouds. Everything, from the beginning.