A small bunch of white chrysanthemums

  In the midst of midsummer, the weather was abnormally sweltering. In the distant horizon, a few white clouds floated lonely and isolated. The scorching sun burned fiercely, baking the earth of City A. Even the trees on both sides of the road couldn't help but lower their heads listlessly.

  The bustling streets are crowded with people, the crowd is like a sea, squeezing and shouting, what a lively scene.

  This city is also said to be called Jinyang City, a place where countless talents gather, with many young and talented people as numerous as the fish in the river. The headquarters of many large enterprises are located here. Although it can't compare with the prosperous New York, it's not far behind. It's a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor, a city of desire, with a similar nature.

  Living in such a prosperous metropolis, one inevitably gets assimilated into the city, having to rely on it for survival, and changing because of it, whether it's one's lifestyle or one's heart. It seems that in this regard, humans are always passive, as they can't change reality, but instead get changed by it.

  The traffic lights at the corner kept alternating, and as soon as the green light above lit up, the cars flowed forward like water, and the big buses didn't fall behind either, smoothly passing through the intersection.

  Maybe because it's near the terminal station, there aren't many passengers on this train. The front seats are all taken, but there are still a few empty seats in the back.

  However, if you pay attention, you will find that the passengers on this bus seem to be intentionally or unintentionally looking in a certain direction. Following their line of sight...

  She was a woman, sitting in the last corner of the window seat, with all the windows open. Her eyes were slightly closed, her skin was white and flawless, her face was somewhat thin, her lips were pale, her chin was pointed, and her long hair was completely tucked under a dark-colored sun hat. The brim of the hat was pulled very low, only occasionally when the car jolted could you see her eyes, which were slightly closed under her long eyelashes. She wore a black shirt with sleeves rolled up, revealing slender white arms, paired with black trousers and a pair of delicate high-heeled shoes. Her body looked thin too, and there was a flat suitcase by her feet.

  It's very quiet in that corner of the car. It seems even quieter than usual because of that corner. All I can hear is the sound of the car moving forward constantly.

  "Huh!" The car suddenly shook again, and with a jolt, everyone inadvertently bounced up, and some remaining passengers even bumped against the window, unable to help but let out a sigh.

  At this time, the woman seemed to be waking up too. Her eyelids moved slightly, and her half-closed eyes slowly opened. The black gem-like eyes sparkled with a cold light, and she glanced out of the car window indifferently before quickly withdrawing her gaze. She raised her slender hand, looked at the watch on her wrist, then quietly lifted her head and gazed forward, seeing the platform in the distance.

  Silently lowering her eyelids, she picked up the luggage bag on the ground with one hand, slowly stood up, and walked over to the door, pressing the doorbell neatly.

  The car stopped quickly and the crowd only felt a faint scent of fragrance passing under their noses, then the woman disappeared under the car door.

  It's already past noon, and the sun is still so scorching. The woman raised her head and gazed at that golden sun on the horizon, and couldn't help but slightly furrowed her curved eyebrows. In her pitch-black eyes, there was still a hint of fatigue that she couldn't conceal.

  Took a deep breath, lowered his head and quickly walked past the bus stop...

  "Boss, bring me a bunch of small white daisies."

  Just as the flower shop owner was comfortably sitting in a rattan chair and dozing off, a clear and hoarse voice rang out.

  The slightly plump boss's wife was suddenly startled, quickly came to her senses, yawned, rubbed her eyes, and looked towards the door, only to find a beautiful black-clad woman standing at the entrance, calmly gazing at her. The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, with striking features. The boss's wife couldn't help but take another look before smiling and getting up.

  "Do you need to match it with other colors, miss?" The boss's wife asked with a professional smile.

  "It's nothing." The woman simply dropped this sentence, and then stepped in, her clear eyes scanning the small flower shop casually. She stretched out her hand, picked up the newspaper on the counter, and flipped through it carelessly.

  "Miss, just having a single small chrysanthemum might be a bit monotonous. I suggest you pair it with some scattered small flowers, that way it will look more comfortable." The boss's wife said professionally.

  The woman slightly paused, quietly turned her head back, gazed at the large bunch of white small chrysanthemums in the boss's wife's hands, and then her eyes fell on the cluster of purple lilacs behind her.

  "Then bring some lavender, and be quick about it, I'm in a hurry."

  The boss's wife nodded and said okay, then started to work busily. After a while, the bouquet was ready, looking very beautiful. The woman paid the money and left in a hurry.

  This is a cemetery in City A, built on the middle of this mountain, where thousands and thousands of ashes are buried, allowing the spirits to rest.

  It's not closing time yet, so the cemetery gate is still open. The fence around it is filled with beautiful orchids, pure white flowers bathing in the faint scent of orchids. Sometimes, just standing here for a moment, one can feel their mood calm down a lot, just like these small orchids that have been still for a long time. Suddenly, she heard that sentence echoing in her ears - no need to worry about anything, and it's purely simple.

  Having bypassed the majestic stone lions in front of the gate, I had just stepped into the cemetery when a blue-gray figure appeared before my eyes.

  He is a gravedigger here, somewhat hunched over, and the years have left deep marks on his face. However, when he smiles, it's very warm. Sometimes, she envies him too. If not for having gained insight into life and seeing through life and death, one can't be as carefree as him in guarding this grave site, accompanied by countless spirits of the dead, leading a peaceful life. And only such people would truly appreciate the present...

  He soon became aware that there was someone standing in front of him. The man in gray slowly raised his head, and when he saw the somewhat familiar face, he nodded with a smile, "You're here!"

  The woman nodded respectfully, "Uh-huh, busy with patrol?"

  The man in grey smiled again and replied, "Yes, go up quickly."

  The woman smiled faintly and said "it's hard work" before passing by, stepping on the stairs that extended upwards, walking up step by step.

  The sun's rays gradually faded away, the sky near dusk was beautiful, the sunset trailed a faint afterglow quietly sprinkling on this pure land, the evening breeze was exceptionally gentle, a thin layer of golden gauze covered the vast sky and earth, the hazy blue outside gradually faded away, the faint fragrance of orchids wafted up to my nose, the fatigue in my heart dissipated a little.

  A small white daisy quietly lay on the clean ground in front of the tombstone, where a grayish-white photo showed a man in his thirties wearing a police uniform, with a very clean and peaceful smile on his face.

  Even if you were glorious in life, after death, you will only become a lump of yellow earth, sleeping in the underground space of just one inch, with the constant changes of the sea and the mulberry fields, it will eventually disperse, the beauty of the sunset as before, and your face will slowly fade away.

  The woman's quiet eyes fell on the photo on the tombstone, and for a moment, her deep and unfathomable eyes seemed to have a hint of nostalgia slowly unfolding. She saw her body slightly tilted, her slender hand lightly placed on the cold tombstone, her clear and pale face wiping away its original indifference, stained with a faint sense of melancholy.

  She slightly raised her head, took a light breath, blinked her eyes, and her elegant face quietly pulled out a faint, shallow smile like a crescent moon. However, it seemed somewhat helpless, and in the end, she silently withdrew her hand and quietly left.

  A dead city! Just like Mr. Qian said, the people inside want to get out, and the people outside want to get in. She glanced at the high city wall with a faint gaze, then silently lowered her head, and the shallow shadow was trampled under her feet. The air kept transmitting the sweet and fragrant smell of sugar-roasted chestnuts. Looking up, she soon discovered that several small vendors riding tricycles were enthusiastically serving customers under the city wall, their faces filled with the joy of labor. And she had always found this kind of smile touching, making people want to possess it.

  Then she walked slowly over...

  "How much for this chestnut board?" she asked lightly, her voice still hoarse.

  "It's really cheap, and it smells good and tastes great! Ten yuan per catty, miss, how much do you want? If you buy more, I can give you a discount to nine and a half!" The old flower shirt man said with a smile.

  "Give me two catties."

  "Alright!"

  Soon, the old man carefully packed it in a paper bag, weighed it accurately, and handed it over to the woman...

  The woman in black stretched out her hand into the pocket of her pants and quickly pulled out a red sun, just as she was about to hand it over to the old man, when suddenly a panicked cry came from outside.

  "The city management is here!"

  In an instant, the old man didn't even bother to take the money and quickly pulled the cart away in all directions.

  "Ouch!" The car's door frame accidentally brushed against her hand, and the paper bag fell to the ground. Several chestnuts also rolled out of the bag and onto the floor.

  She slowly lowered her head, a hint of disappointment flashing across her clear eyes. What a pity! After hesitating for a moment, she bent down and picked up the paper bag...

  It's still quite hot, let's take it back for Weiwei to eat, she likes this flavor.

  That's right, Jinyang City is also a very cold city, a city that doesn't snow, and it's an ancient city. In the south of the city, you can still see the high walls built up, as well as the majestic city gate. The colorful flags fluttering on the city tower are lined up in a row, adding a bit of vitality to this city tower.

  If a person stands at the foot of this towering city wall and looks up, they seem to become very humble and small. Her home is inside this city, she has been wandering outside for many years, coming and going, but this time, she really came back.

  And her story with him began in this beautiful yet desolate ancient city, beginning today...

  Digression

  New article is out, thanks for your support, everyone! This time, I'll continue to work hard to bring you a more romantic experience. Don't forget to collect it for me, okay?