Ten years Jasmine

The beautiful and talented girl. The first time he read her articles in the school magazine, he was so impressed that he copied them down line by line, and because he liked them, he was willing to sneak a look at her in the reading room at the crossing where she was going. In FACT, she noticed him, such a good boy, often be the girls talk about it -- he is tall and handsome, good study!

Eyes cross the moment, he looked past, and then gently asked: can you like you? The girl did not answer, but from the bag took out a handful of jasmine flowers, white jasmine flowers emit a fragrance, then said to him: Open your hands. He gently opened his hand, and she placed the bouquet in his palm, then turned and ran away.

A year later, they entered the university. He is in the south and she is in the north.

She asked: Is the jasmine still there?

"Yes," he replied, "in four years I will propose to you with these beautiful jasmine flowers. Between Hongyan letters, they were deeply in love. The year after graduation, she rented a house in Beijing and said to him: come to Beijing after graduation, let's build a nest for our love. Wan did not expect is, he said: No, I think Shanghai is good, rather, we scattered it. I could go to Shanghai, she said over a long telephone line. And he said: this is not a problem of Shanghai and Beijing, but love is not. Her heart went cold. She had not thought of the result, but what was the point of pestering. She put the phone down and just before she did, she said, "Give me my stuff back." She was referring to the bag of jasmine flowers.

A few days later, she called again: Give me back my jasmine. Keep it as a souvenir, he said.

Five years later, she became the vice president of a company and always had POTS of jasmine in her house. When she was in charge of recruiting staff, a candidate came in and said, "When I was working in Shanghai, one of my colleagues also loved to grow jasmine flowers. Her heart leaped.

At the end she asked casually: The man, what's his name. The man said three words and she stayed there. But he was blind. He said that he could not see with his eyes. If he could not smell the fragrance of jasmine, his life would not be interesting.

She almost fainted, said the man, who lost his sight five years ago, learned Braille and worked as shorthand in that company. She felt that the sky and the earth were dark, and that what she thought was absolute righteousness was his intolerance.

When she got on the plane to Shanghai, she packed a lot of fresh jasmine flowers in a perfume bag. The moment she saw him, she stood still for a long time, and promised not to cry, but the tears ran down her face, because she did not know whether he was married or even a father, or whether he was as foolish as she was, and had frozen his love for a feeling. He smelled the flowers in the air and asked softly, Who brought the jasmine? She went up to him and said softly, Open your hands. He was stunned for a long time, almost trembling, and opened his hand. She poured a bag of fresh jasmine into his hand, and said to him, "This is the jasmine from ten years ago, as sweet and beautiful as ever. His tears, drop by drop, fell on the jasmine flowers, and the jasmine flowers became more beautiful and vivid because of the moisture of the tears. She took his hand: Can I still be the most beautiful jasmine in your heart?

He held her carefully in his arms and said, That jasmine flower has been in bloom in my heart for ten years, and she has always been the most beautiful one!