It was such a heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching pain.
Many years later, when Descarra held her daughter's hand and walked through the ancient garden again, she smelled the fragrance of lavender in the air. The garden was filled with large expanses of purple flowers, which were blooming under the bright July sun.
It's burning like a fire.
But at that moment, her heart fell silently in the fragrant fragrance of flowers and purple light, and fell into the abyss of eternal destruction. The pain that had been endured for many years suddenly came over like an undercurrent, and the black tide swept over the sky.
It touched her hair and spread over her thoughts.
In a trance, Descartes felt that she was going to be immersed in yesterday's nightmare and never wake up again. She felt that her whole body was wrapped in a wonderful illusion, and her soul seemed to be withdrawn from a certain part of her body.
But at the moment when her soul was about to completely leave the body and her consciousness was completely blurred, she heard the voice that traveled through the dust of time and space, as clear as yesterday.
Descartes, Descartes...
However, how could she believe the voice that resounded in her ears? The consciousness that had not yet been completely lost told her that he had already gone far away and was sleeping under the land of Provence thousands of miles away, under those purple mountains like the sea.
Under the petals. But why is the sound so clear, so real that you can almost touch it?
Qinghe, is it really you? You are finally back!
Descartes, if everything in these seven years is an illusion, please remember this last kiss.
If you can, please remember the last kiss in these seven years...
--four years ago
Descartes, if one day we have a girl, what should we call her?
Qing'er. Descartes seemed to hesitate a little and said.
Qing'er Zhe thought about it and thought this name was quite good.
What if it's a boy?
Qing'er, Descartes still hesitated and said.
Zhe felt a little strange, but when she thought of Descartes' beauty and virtuousness, her doubts disappeared immediately.
He even blushed a little for what he had just thought. Descartes was a qualified wife at home, a satisfactory daughter-in-law in front of his parents, and a competent and kind friend in front of his colleagues. Is there anything else worthy of criticism?
Woolen cloth?
Qing'er Zhe thought for a while, maybe Descartes really liked this name, that's fine. Then he smiled and nodded.
Half a year later, Zhe and Descartes had a girl, they called her Qing'er.
--five years ago
Descartes, tell me, why do you want to submit your resignation?
When Zhe found Descartes, she was busy packing her luggage in her bachelor apartment. It seemed that she had decided to leave, but Zhe didn't understand why she wanted to leave in such a hurry.
Yes, Zhe did ignore the calendar that day. But how many other men could realize that tiny link?
If he thought about it carefully, he should still be able to realize that they met on that day last year. That ancient campus, the broadcasting studio that left the testimony of his youth. At that time, he was still a spirited and handsome man.
big boy.
However, when he heard the news on the phone that Descartes had submitted his resignation and left the company, his first feeling was to find her immediately. Everything else was no longer important.
But he could do nothing but stand there stupidly, watching her pack her luggage alone.
Originally, that day was a memorable day. As soon as he walked into the office in the morning, he received a notice that he was qualified to be the department manager. Thinking that his efforts in the past year had finally been appreciated by the leader, the first thing Zhe wanted to do was
The whole thing was to call Descartes and celebrate together after work, but he didn't expect this to be the result.
So, Descartes, where have you decided to go? Finally, when Descartes was about to completely zip up the suitcase, Zhe finally spoke again.
Leave this city. Descartes said calmly, as if he didn't take Zhe's concern seriously. You know, Zhe is her boyfriend.
Then can you tell me where you are going?
City W. After Descartes finished speaking, she picked up her luggage and walked outside, but she stopped at the door again.
Zhe, you have to take good care of yourself.
Zhe didn't see that big tears were rolling down in Descartes's eyes. He thought maybe she just didn't like this city and wanted to change the environment. Thinking of this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. But when he turned around, there was nothing but the outside.
The dim yellow wall has no trace of Descartes.
On the way back to the company, Zhe still couldn't understand why Descartes left in such a hurry. There was always a heavy weight hanging in his heart, and his joy was dampened by this sudden blow.
He began to regret vaguely. Just now, he should have stopped her, because he was her boyfriend. But he also knew that Descartes was a very stubborn person, and no one could change her decision.
That night, Zhe suffered from insomnia. He could not bear a life without Descartes, nor could he bear a city without Descartes and a night like that.
That night, Descartes also suffered from insomnia. That day last year was the day Qinghe left her. When she woke up that morning and looked in the mirror, she suddenly saw Qinghe's smile in the mirror. Then, she
The tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Descartes tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep. Qinghe's appearance always appeared in front of her eyes, as well as his clear smile when he was young. She didn't know how many times she cried that night, anyway, the quilt was soaked the next morning.
Already.
Just as dawn was approaching, suddenly, all the illusions about Qinghe disappeared before her eyes.
She couldn't lie down on the bed anymore, so she turned on the light and started smoking cigarettes for the first time in her history, one cigarette after another.
Suddenly, she thought of Zhe again. She didn't know what position he held in her heart. They were so similar, their voices, their smiles... Could it be that Zhe was the substitute Qinghe left for me before he left?
She recalled that during the year she spent with Zhe, he was always thinking about herself and wanted to live a happy life for herself. Many times, looking at his tall back, she mistakenly thought it was Qing He, and she felt like she was crying.
But she didn't tell Zhe all this. It would be unfair to him. She wanted to continue like that, but there was no way. When she saw Zhe, she would always think of Qinghe, and then she would burst into tears.
The next day, as soon as Descartes opened the door, he saw Zhe leaning on the corner, rubbing his hands rustlingly. Just to let her rest a little longer, he often squatted quietly at the door and waited for her to open the door.
It turned out that Zhe had arrived in W City on a flight that morning, and he had not even had time to eat. He gave up his career in Shanghai, which had just begun to improve, which surprised his leaders and colleagues.
When Descartes knew this, her eyes were moist. She looked at Zhe with a slightly sullen look, but Zhe lowered his head deeply.
Zhe, let’s get married, can it be next month?
Zhe raised his head in surprise, then jumped up excitedly, like a child.
But, Descartes, I haven't prepared a ring for you yet!
Won't it be the same when I put on my wedding dress? Descartes said with a smile, with tears of happiness in his eyes.
--six years ago
Dear listeners, flight C9546 from S city to Provence crashed in a field fifteen kilometers away from Provence airport this morning. Except for one female passenger who survived, all other passengers were killed...
Descartes heard the bad news on the way to the dormitory. It all happened so suddenly, like a flash of lightning on a sunny day.
No, no... Qinghe, wasn't this the same flight Qinghe took yesterday?
She couldn't believe all this. Yesterday, he waved goodbye to her and kissed her goodbye for a long time. Could it be that Qinghe could never be found again overnight?
She staggered and ran towards the school radio station. She wished that day was April 1st, so that she could scold those boring pranksters in her heart for fear of chaos in the world. But her mind was very messed up.
I can't remember the calendar for that day at all.
Zhe just came out of the broadcast studio. Maybe this is the last time he comes out of here. Soon, he will leave the school. This is the last time he will do a program here. Everything in the broadcast studio should be handed over to the new kids.
Although I am still very young and still have the passion of youth, how can I compare with them?
Zhe was thinking about it when he was suddenly hit by someone coming towards him and almost fell to the ground. However, the person who bumped into him did not apologize to him, which made him a little annoyed. Just when he was about to have an attack, he raised his head.
But found out it was a girl.
What's the date today? What's the date today? The girl murmured, looking delirious.
Seeing this, his anger also subsided a little. But he didn't understand why this girl was so rude and asked him about the date.
When Descartes calmed down, she and Zhe were sitting on a long blue stone chair. She looked at the big boy next to her, and then thought about how she had lost her composure just now, and her cheeks turned red.
Zhe saw all this and couldn't help but feel funny. However, he found that the soft place in his heart felt like it was about to wake up when she was so startled.
But, suddenly, she thought of Qinghe again. They had said goodbye to each other at the airport yesterday, saying goodbye to the seven years in their lives.
Descartes, I am going to France soon. Can you come to the airport?
Descartes was attending a self-study class when she received a call from Qinghe. Suddenly, she became overwhelmed. But she still left the school in a hurry and rushed to the airport.
Seeing Descartes, Qinghe's heart was suddenly enveloped by an inexplicable sadness. For so many years, he has always treated her as his sister, in front of others and in front of her.
.Even sometimes, he himself feels that she is his sister, and it is natural.
However, there are a few people who understand his true thoughts deep in his heart. He loves her more than anyone else.
There was some moisture in the corners of his eyes. He knew that everything would change once he left. In the face of time, there is nothing we can do.
When Descartes saw Qinghe, he suddenly seemed to see the boy he was before. However, we still can't go back after all. We are ruthlessly abandoned by time, leaving only the scars of experience.
Her youth, as well as her love that sprouted and spread, were ruined in those seven years of eternal destruction. However, the answer was so simple and cruel.
They wanted to say something, but they didn't know how to say it. There were too many words in each other's hearts. They both seemed to be about to stop talking.
Descartes, when I go to Paris this time, I will go to Provence first. In the end, it was Qinghe who broke the deadlock first.
Descartes was silent for a long time. When he raised his head, his eyes were full of tears. Provence, what a beautiful name. But Qinghe, tell me what this can change. Descartes felt that his chest was very swollen and said uncomfortably.
Speechless.
In the hall, I suddenly remembered the news that the flight was about to take off, and it was heading to Provence. The place where you can still smell the fragrance of lavender in your sleep.
Qinghe turned his head fiercely, because the tears in his eyes were falling violently.
Descartes, I'm leaving, you have to take care. Qinghe's voice was also choked with sobs.
Descartes also became a man in tears and a little disappointed.
However, just when Qinghe was about to reach the ticket gate, he suddenly turned around and ran back.
He hugged Descartes tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go. Their breathing quickened, and Qinghe's lips fell heavily on Descartes' lips.
They did not separate immediately, and that long kiss made everyone in the hall stop. They thought they were a happy couple, but God's will was unpredictable, and no one could see clearly how many tears were shed in their hearts.
Descartes, if everything in these seven years is an illusion, please remember this last kiss.
If you can, please remember the last kiss in these seven years...
——Seven years ago
Descartes, there is a boy looking for you outside the apartment. When Ying, who was in the same dormitory, came back, she smiled maliciously at Descartes.
She thought maybe this was just a small joke played on her by Ying who loved to joke.
But after a while, Fei told her the same thing when she came back. She knew that Fei was a girl who didn't like to joke, so she went to the balcony.
There was a person sitting on the lawn not far away, with his back to the apartment. However, Descartes could still tell at a glance that it was Qinghe, whom she had always loved in her heart, and who she had also loved since high school.
and.
Qinghe, why are you here? Descartes ran down with joy.
I, I... have graduated! The moment he saw Descartes, he smelled the faint scent of lavender emanating from her body, and even his words became hesitant.
They walked around the campus for a long time that day. When they reached the artificial lake, Qinghe suddenly asked, Descartes, where is your boyfriend?
Descartes couldn't help but feel angry. Boyfriend, what kind of boyfriend? Qinghe. You are really stupid, haven't you seen the flaw until now? Although she thought so in her heart, she didn't say it out loud. She just said it lightly.
One sentence.
Qinghe, do you like City S? Descartes suddenly stopped and asked.
I liked it before, but now for some reason, after staying in W City for a long time, I don't have such strong thoughts. Qinghe didn't know why she asked, so he had to tell the truth.
A trace of disappointment flashed through Descartes's heart. Originally, she thought that if Qinghe liked this city, she could keep him and work in this city. They could also see each other often, but Qinghe's answer made her confused.
Go on.
The company in City W said that if I perform well, I can go to France for further study. Then I can go to Provence and make a bottle of lavender perfume for you. Qinghe suddenly said with a smile.
At that moment, Descartes suddenly felt like crying, probably because he felt too happy!
——Eight years ago
When we arrived in S city, it was already the beginning of the lights and the lights were dim. The whole city was gorgeous and extravagant.
Qinghe looked at this bizarre city, and his heart was suddenly filled with desolation.
He knew that the fireworks show in S City was very famous throughout the country. However, if it was just for a fireworks show, no matter how luxurious it was, he would not come in such a hurry.
He just wanted to see Descartes and make sure she was doing well now. So, when Descartes' call came, he rushed to City S.
It was a gorgeous and dazzling firework. The fireworks rose, and then bloomed lonely and sadly. In the end, everything returned to calm.
However, his heart could not calm down for a long time.
By her side was not only him, but also the boyfriend she had met. When he saw the two of them together, his heart suddenly began to hurt like a tear. Although he told himself repeatedly, as long as
It would be nice if she was happy, but he could never admit that fact.
When everything fell silent, Qinghe discovered that at some point, there were dried tears in the corners of his eyes.
Descartes also felt very sad. She originally thought that Qinghe would be surprised when he saw them. However, Qinghe smiled unexpectedly when he saw them.
She thought he would definitely be able to identify this "boyfriend". With their years of emotions and mutual understanding, he should be able to be keenly aware of this.
She just wanted Qinghe to confess his love as soon as possible, so she came up with this trick to force him to reveal it. However, the result made her fall into deeper pain.
Qinghe, do you really not love me? Or have you never loved me?
Qinghe, why have you always been unwilling to confess your feelings to me?
——nine years ago
I asked you for directions once in my life
You waved to me once in your life
Gently I touch the flock of sheep coming
Silently you turn the prayer tube in your hand
What a time that was. Descartes will never forget it, and neither will Qinghe.
The sky in Tibet is a deep and deep blue, as if the water in the entire ocean has been turned upside down. They are walking on the roof of the world, and there is no end to the earth under their feet, and the distance is unreachable.
mountains.
Traveling on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is a very challenging thing. Not only do you have to endure the torture of low oxygen, but you also have to endure the invasion of severe cold. If you go to a desolate and inhabited area, you may not encounter anything for dozens or hundreds of miles.
A figure.
However, at the end of his senior year in high school, Descartes and Qinghe left their footprints on the roof of the world.
They saw red lamas, black eagles, and snow-capped peaks... Everything there was like a distant celestial being, washing away in the depths of their souls for a long time.
However, before the aftertaste of butter tea can slip from the tip of the tongue, their return date has come.
The last stop was the Potala Palace. That morning, they got up very early, and like those who traveled thousands of miles to come to worship, they walked devoutly towards the tall palace.
They saw many believers kneeling in three steps, repeating the same actions over and over again, with the prayer wheels in their hands pointing in the direction of the temple.
The low Sanskrit sound echoed for a long time between the empty square and the vast sky, and the withered heart suddenly sprung up and revived.
Some people say that Tibet is the closest place on earth to heaven. But, is our paradise of love also the closest there?
They made silent wishes in the direction of the temple. At that moment, Yang Jinma passed above their heads.
If possible, please bless me and the boy next to me to stay together forever. Descartes made his only wish devoutly in the direction of the temple.
——Ten years ago
It was a sad season for cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms in W City spread far and wide and became a dreamland in the minds of many people.
So, Descartes took the time to come to City W on a Sunday. He came to the city where Qinghe was located.
They walked in the cherry blossom garden of Nuoda, and the cherry blossoms flying all over the sky dyed the sky pink.
She smiled happily under the cherry blossom tree, and he suddenly felt that it was the best time in his life.
They took a photo together under the cherry blossom tree. Her smile was bright and ambiguous. But there was always a touch of sadness hidden in his eyes, and the pink cherry blossoms fell silently beside them...
And everything there seems to have become a blur of old photos due to the distance, which can no longer be distinguished.
Suddenly, Qinghe remembered the scene when he left that northern city and Descartes saw him off.
There are not many words, even if my heart is full of heart, I can't express it. I can only let my tears fall silently and splash in the wind.
——Eleven years ago
Descartes, I am writing this letter to you from Shangri-La.
Forgive me, I will not go back this winter. I came to this place known as the "Little Potala Palace". The winter here is not as cold as in the north, so I am still wearing autumn clothes.
I think the leaves here have probably fallen off a long time ago, and the heavy snow has already fallen! However, the trees here are still green, with no trace of yellowing.
There are black eagles, red lamas and thick and clear sky...
They said that everything is very similar to the Potala Palace. The smell of butter tea and Tibetan incense always wafts out of Songzanlin Temple. Many times, I feel that I have arrived at the place closest to heaven.
I originally planned to go to Three Parallel Rivers to see the Three Parallel Rivers, but as soon as I arrived here, I gave up my original plan. I will live here until the school starts, and then go back to W City directly.
Many times, I wonder when I can really go to Tibet. Maybe after you finish the college entrance examination. Then, we will go to worship together and baptize our souls together.
Well, I won’t write any more and leave more happy time to you.
Finally, I wish you a happy New Year, be happy every day, and realize your dreams as soon as possible.
Qinghe
——Twelve years ago
The school is holding a basketball game again. I heard it is the farewell game for the senior year.
When she heard the news, Descartes was reading a collection of essays in the classroom. Originally she didn't plan to go, but thinking that she was a senior in high school, she followed the surging crowd to the basketball court.
Both sides of the basketball court were already crowded with people, and waves of noise could be heard.
Descartes finally squeezed in, and before he could stand still, he saw Qinghe. He was dribbling quickly for a layup!
There was only a sweet whistle, and Qinghe made a layup. The cheers from the audience spread everywhere. Some people even started to discuss this handsome boy below, saying that he had a girlfriend in the first year of high school.
Qinghe also seemed to see Descartes, smiled and nodded in this direction.
Girlfriend? Descartes found it a bit funny. Although she had some affection for this boy, she was only treated as a sister.
When did they meet?
It must have been a lightly raining afternoon, and Descartes was walking alone on the street.
Suddenly, she smelled the faint fragrance of lavender in the air. Looking in the direction of the fragrance, she saw an ancient garden. However, there were sharp thorn bushes growing on the periphery of the garden.
However, Descartes happened to read an article about lavender and the hometown of lavender, Provence, in a book that day. So when she saw the little purple flowers, she had the idea of taking them as her own.
impulse.
But just when Descartes' hand was about to touch the flower, her foot suddenly slipped and she fell into the thorn bushes.
When she stood up staggeringly, she discovered that her arms had been stabbed with many small wounds by thorns, and blood was oozing out. Her knees were also injured and she could not move.
At this moment, a boy came from behind. Seeing Descartes' injuries, he immediately helped her walk to the hospital.
That boy was Qinghe. Later he found out that Descartes liked lavender and was injured because of lavender. So he picked a lot of lavender and gave it to Descartes.
Because he knew the old man in the garden.
And when Qinghe told Descartes the story of her grandfather, she couldn't help but shed tears. She thought it would be great if one day she could meet such a boy.
It is a story about waiting, but also a story about love.
A long time ago, a boy fell in love with a girl. However, he never had the courage to confess her love to him. Finally one day, the girl moved to a remote rural area with her parents, and they never saw each other again.
But the boy can never forget the girl. He also firmly believes that one day, the girl will come back. But, how can the girl find him?
Because he knew that the girl loved lavender the most, he bought an old garden and planted all the lavender in it. He expected the girl to follow the lavender to find this place, even if she could no longer love her, even if she just met him once.
good.
However, day after day, year after year, there was no news about the girl. But he did not give up because of this, and still clung to the lavender in that courtyard, guarding his graying years...
When he thought of this, Descartes felt his eyes become wet again.
Qinghe, are you the boy I was waiting for?
--postscript
When Descartes woke up, he saw himself lying on a wicker chair in the garden. Next to him was Qing'er, who looked anxious, and an old man with gray hair and beard.
She hugged Qing'er and held her tightly in her arms, feeling suspicious about everything that had just happened. However, her tears could not stop flowing down.
The old man did not speak, but stood up, smiled, and walked toward the house. His figure seemed to reveal endless sadness and endless loneliness.
Who would have known that the girl who was once extremely passionate about lavender perfume stopped using perfume with that smell six years ago, and would even become allergic to the smell of lavender.
And that man who is sleeping in Provence, what are you still waiting for in that distant country?