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The Death of Huang Guolan

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    Huangguolan, family name Magnoliaceae, alias Bailan.

    She exudes a strong fragrance, and many people like to pin one on their chests to enhance their charm.

    Every year from May to December, an old man sells Huang Guolan at Champagne Plaza in Chengdu. No one knows how many years she has been selling, and no one knows her name, so they call her "Grandma Huang Guolan".

    It was September, and the autumn was breezy.  There are a few free white clouds floating in the blue sky in the early morning. People in this city often look up at the sky and feel how free the white clouds are.  The bright and very soft sunlight passes through the high-rise buildings, slantingly flowing on the window, on the benches, on the road, on the trees and the faces of the passers-by who are blessed by the sunshine bloom from the heart with a smile of great enjoyment.  Mind you, only at times like this do many people feel that life is so beautiful.  In the relatively quiet city, everything seemed very harmonious.  A car is slowly passing by on the wide road, presumably the people in the car are enjoying such a peaceful and peaceful morning.

    The years are quiet.

    Time seems to be stagnant in this tranquility without sadness or sadness. Of course, this is just an imagination that emotional people can't realize in their hearts.

    The old man is sitting on a small stool with her head lowered and carefully threading the blossoming yellow fruit orchids. Her movements are very careful, which may be due to her advanced age.  The fresh sun was shining on her graying hair, and she was just tirelessly doing what she was doing.  Her eyesight was failing, and it took a long time to thread the thread through the needle, but she always threaded the needle carefully and patiently.  In such a scene, people can see a kind of stubbornness from her figure.

    "Grandma, is it this early today?"

    "You are also very early, Xiao Jing." The old man looked at Xiao Jing with a smile. Xiao Jing had a pure and gentle face, and he thought that the old man liked this beautiful, lovely and kind girl.

    Xiao Jing is the owner of the clothing store next to her mother-in-law who sells flowers. Her shop opened only this year. At that time, she saw her mother-in-law selling flowers outside other people's shops and was chased away, so Xiao Jing asked her to sell flowers outside her own shop.

    The old man picked a very fresh threaded yellow fruit orchid in his basket, smelled it, and smiled with satisfaction.  "Xiao Jing, come, I'll put it on for you."

    Xiao Jing contentedly took the flower carefully selected for her from the old man, with two lovely dimples on her face.  "Thank you mother-in-law."

    "No thanks, no thanks, mother-in-law hopes that my flowers will bring you good luck."

    "My mother-in-law is so kind to me."

    "It's Xiaojing who treats her mother-in-law well."

    Xiao Jing gave the old man a beautiful hug, and then put a coin in the old man's clothes pocket.  She gives her mother-in-law a happy hug almost every morning.

    "Grandma, I'm going in to take care of the shop."

    "okay."

    The old man turned his head and smiled as he watched this beautiful girl like a flower walk into her shop.  In her vague memory, she was once a flower-like woman, and those were the beautiful love words Ah Shui once said when she praised her.  At that time, during the Cultural Revolution, she met Ah Shui when she went to the countryside. She still remembered that Ah Shui stared at her for a long time, probably because she was too beautiful.  In fact, she didn't expect that there would be many stories between herself and Ah Shui, all of which were like destiny destined by heaven.  And in her mind, the fragrance of yellow fruit orchid is always permeated in that good fortune, thick and faint, all of which are destined to be the sadness that will be forgotten.

    The earth rotates and revolves around itself and the sun day after day, and we prefer to say that the sun is constantly rotating around our world.  The sun slowly moved over our heads, and under the scorching sun, everything became restless.

    There is a constant flow of traffic and people coming and going.  On the congested road, cars, large or small, kept calling, as if they were hungry wolves, fighting for time for food.  There are many people standing at the crossroads, some of them look down at their mobile phones, sometimes smile and sometimes frown, sometimes look up anxiously at the red light that has not yet turned green.  Some people wear headphones and listen to sad or high-pitched pop songs, but their eyes never see the front. It seems that they are isolated from the world. Maybe they have great dreams that ordinary people can't reach.  Some people are eager to push forward, as if they want to test whether the car is hard or they are hard.  When the traffic coordinator blew his whistle vigorously and began to scold the person who ran the red light for his life, the person who wanted to run the red light became calm.

    If you look at the earth from a high place, people are like ants on a hot pot, spinning around.  In this high-speed running society, people find that they can't stop at all.  life itself is? Hands move forward.

    Suddenly, Grandma Huang Guolan stepped on the air and fell to the ground, but no one came to help her.

    When Ah Cheng pulled Xiao Jing through the crowd and saw her mother-in-law fell to the ground, he quickly ran over and gently helped the old man up.

    "Grandma, are you okay? Did you fall somewhere?"

    "Ah Shui, I'm fine, as long as you're fine, I'm fine."

    Ah Cheng didn't understand what her mother-in-law was talking about. He saw a lot of onlookers around, most of them smiling, as if they were waiting for a good show.

    "Hey, do you know why Granny Huang Guolan went crazy?"

    "I don't know, you know?"

    "I heard that during the Cultural Revolution, her family was regarded as a capitalist class, and the Red Guards criticized their family. Later, a man from the village insisted on supporting her. As a result, the man was beaten to death on the spot. Later, Granny Huang Guolan died.  Crazy. It's still good now, I heard that when she just went crazy, she called a man 'A Shui'"

    Granny Huang Guolan picked up the blossoming yellow fruit orchids on the ground and carefully put them into her basket.  Then she took Ah Cheng's hand tightly, and looked at the person in front of her with affection, "Ah Shui, let's go, let's go home."

    The people watching the excitement applauded spontaneously.  Xiaojing let the tears flow silently in the wind.

    The fragrance of Huang Guolan became Xiao Jing's sadness, but it became a paradise for the audience.

    The cold wind blows lightly, and the city is filled with the fragrance of yellow fruit orchids.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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