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Chapter 44: Extreme Joy Begets Sadness

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    In the past, I didn¡¯t like holidays, and I was afraid of being alone, but this time, after I had Ken, I no longer seemed lonely during my holidays.  Of course, there is also any. The three of us took a copy of the Yuzhou Herald and read it for a long time, but we didn't discuss it and came up with a result.  The place to go should not be too far, because there are only five days, and I don¡¯t want to join the group, it¡¯s too hasty.  It's not too hot yet, the summer in Chongqing is already hot enough and uncomfortable.  Most of the nearby places have already been visited.  In the end, when everyone was powerless to argue, any came up with a sentence: "Neither left nor right, just find a quieter farmhouse, it's cool, and there is plenty of time." Ken and I were speechless,  In the end this least creative solution was adopted.

    Simply bring two changes of clothes, and we set off for the contacted farmhouse.  The place was chosen on Nanshan. According to the locals, there is basically no need to turn on the air conditioner in summer on the mountain, so it is no wonder that the fee is cheap.  If I were to go alone, I would definitely not come to this Nanshan Mountain, which I have played all over since the spring outing in elementary school.  The company of ken and any is the greatest joy of my trip.  It's been a long time since I felt not alone, the feeling that I'm more afraid of being quiet when it gets dark, because of them, it will be relieved.

    The farmhouse we chose is in a secluded nursery on the mountain.  This season, there are not many flowers blooming, but a green branch.  Only in the corner of the farmyard, a few jasmine plants bloomed, evaporating fragrance under the scorching sun.  Bai, who is weak and cannot be ignored, is suddenly picked up.  When I came back to my senses, Ken had already sent a jasmine flower to me.

    Back against the sun, in the shadows, I can't see his face clearly.  On the contrary, his white teeth are clearer than his outline.  He smiled and took my hand and said to me: "I once said, I will plant jasmine for you, and in summer, I will pick it off and put it in your palm. Now, I can't do it, but  , please allow me to use the jasmine I picked myself as a deposit to reserve our lifetime happiness with you first."

    After listening to his words, I don't know how I feel in my heart, I just know that I seem to have really fallen into his feelings. No matter whether the promise is reliable or not, I want to believe it for the rest of my life.  There is an urge to hold this hand, and I don't want to let go.  Holding the thirty-eight degrees tightly, the jasmine breathes in our palms.

    Unprepared, his body was cold and wet a lot.  Turning around and seeing any laughing with a plastic bucket, I was dumbfounded.  Ken, who was in the same situation as me, also looked at Any in a daze.

    I saw that the neat Any had already changed into the big T-shirt and shorts that came with her, and wore a pair of gaudy sandals that were probably given by the farmer, like a little village woman.  Carrying a bucket, I leaned forward and backward with laughter, laughing and having fun: "Hehe~~ Cool down~~ It's a hot day, you stand under the sun, I'm afraid that you are in love, the weather is double high and you will suffer from heat stroke, so I'm here to help you cool down  Oh."

    Her splash really cooled down, and the atmosphere became cold to zero.  Not to mention ken, I feel like punching her.  After three minutes of confrontation, she didn't smile when she saw us, as if we had swept away her interest, holding her plastic bucket with a dissatisfied face, and went to some corner to think of something to be happy.

    Turning around and staring fiercely at Any's eyes, he followed Ken's eyes, and felt that his eyes were full of meaning.  It seems that my makeup is messed up and my face is dirty, but I obviously don't wear makeup.  I gave him a puzzled look, and he seemed a little embarrassed, and leaned into my ear and said, "Your clothes."

    I looked down and saw that the white chiffon short sleeves were extremely transparent because of any splashing of water.  Looking around, he found no one, and quickly ran back to the room.  It¡¯s nothing to be afraid of. Let Ken see this scene. Although I would feel embarrassed, at least I¡¯m not so born. It would be extremely embarrassing if a stranger bumped into me.

    Changed clothes, had lunch, and idly basked in the sun, walking through the green.  Trying to let the moldy past evaporate, let the vibrant green dye the black, white and gray in my life.  One by one, I count the plants I don't know. The tough green and vigorous make me forget the fragility of life.  The weakest leaf is shining by the sun's rays, just like I am happy by Ken.

    "Taozi" ken called me loudly, probably because he didn't see me after dinner and was looking for me.  Suddenly wanting to tease him, he immediately squatted down and submerged himself in the waist-high plants.  No matter how loudly he yelled, he didn't respond, and he was so stupid that he circled around me a few times but couldn't find me.  I am a little proud of my own cleverness, and I am complacent about being cared about.  It wasn't until a long time later that he was accidentally kicked by Ken before he stood up.

    Ken's forehead was drenched with sweat, his furious eyes stared at me, he pushed me to the ground, and roared angrily: "Is this fun? Is it interesting? Don't you understand that others will worry?  "The stone on the ground scratched my palm, and there was a heart-rending pain, and blood came out, but it was not comparable to the sadness in my heart.  I don't know myself?Why did you make such a low-level joke, I really want to say sorry to him.  But I couldn't say it, afraid of his thoughts popping out of my mind.  It seems to have returned to the scene when I was a child, like the mood when my father slapped my mother on the face.  When I was young, I didn't understand what my mother did wrong, but I knew that the slap destroyed my dignity and broke my relationship.  I was afraid that Ken would move his palm to my face, and that the red five finger prints would press me down and make me breathless.  I swore when I was a child that even love is not qualified to override my life, even though it is the love of the person I love for myself.

    Resisting the tears in the eye sockets, he bit his lips tightly to prevent them from falling.  I don't know if this person and I will be the same as my father and mother. We started out because of love, even though all difficulties were overcome, we were finally separated by a slap in the face.  Will he understand? If he really treats me like this regardless of the reason, I will not be able to bear it.  I tried my best to hold back the tears and planted it in my heart. I don't know if I will really be like a little wizard, planting it as the most poisonous flower on the road of love.  You know, no matter how beautiful love is, it will be destroyed by the hands of hatred.

    Facing Ken's roar, I gave him a tearful smile, stood up from the ground and ran like crazy, I didn't know where I was going, and there was an unfamiliar road ahead.  Like love, there are too many unknown cliffs ahead, maybe moving forward is not the most real desire.  Instinctive long-term, and can not support to the end.  Maybe I'm bad, not normal enough.  Too many shadows and the past, too straightforward to pretend.

    ?I ran until my legs were exhausted and it was difficult to breathe, so I stopped.  Sweat flowed away the impulse, facing the quiet mountain, I calmed down.  Running wildly, it is not love that is running away, but giving me time to think about whether Ken is really the right person for me.  And I, can I bear his roughness on the other side?  Rough, this is definitely not the reason for me to love him, but it may be an excuse for me not to love him again.

    (Love has no strong boundaries, but patience has a bottom line. When the boundary line and the bottom line are deadlocked, it is up to you who surrenders.) (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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