How many colors are there in hydrangea?
Chi Xueyan sat in the breakfast shop in the morning, looking at the blooming hydrangea outside the window and wrote down the first color.
Surrounded by green branches, it is as white as a cloud.
It was still early, and the air was faintly cool gray-blue. The old breakfast shop, which had been open for many years, had long been full of customers, and there was lively conversation everywhere.
The tone of the local dialect is soft. Even if Chi Xueyan can't understand it at all, she still feels quite good.
In the quiet atmosphere full of fireworks, bowls of small wontons with special soup colors were served. The local diners moved sharply and left after eating.
But the bowl of wonton in front of Heqiao ate very slowly.
Even Chi Xueyan deliberately slowed down the speed of breakfast.
But it's still not as slow as Heqiao.
In fact, he wanted to laugh and reluctantly held back. He asked He Qiao inadvertently, "Do you want to eat steamed buns? The steamed bun shop opposite is open.
The steamed buns should not be so sweet.
Chi Xueyan knew before that the local cuisine in this area tasted sweet, but he didn't expect that he casually entered a popular wonton restaurant in the morning and ate sweet wonton.
It somewhat refreshes the world outlook.
He was surprised, but it was not unacceptable, and he just took it as a taste.
For Heqiao, it is more difficult to accept.
He doesn't like sweets very much, and he doesn't even eat anything that should be sweet, not to mention the wonton stuffed with meat, which should be salty.
Chi Xueyan changed his perspective and thought about it. It was as outrageous as sweet and sour-flavored squirrel fish being made spicy.
Hearing his proposal, He Qiao's finger holding the spoon paused, glanced at the soup bowl in front of Chi Xueyan, which was no longer wonton, and shook his head slightly.
"No, do you want to eat? I'm going to buy it."
Chi Xueyan also shook her head: "No, I'm already full."
He stopped talking and waited quietly for He Qiao to have breakfast.
The person sitting opposite who doesn't like sweets finally finished eating every wonton in the bowl.
So Chi Xueyan withdrew his gaze from the flowers outside the window and walked with him into the long street full of white wooden hydrangeas.
Not far away is a hill in the city, which is very low above sea level. The mountain is full of another variety of hydrangea, and the colorful endless summer.
Surrounded by endless summer, it is the temple that Chi Xueyan visited when he was in the sixth grade of primary school.
The temple is quite famous and the incense is vigorous, so the two of them specially chose to go there early in the morning on weekdays to avoid the crowded crowd.
The sunlight became brighter little by little, and the mountain path was still quiet, and the air was fragrant and fresh. The two walked forward side by side and passed by the pious palmigres.
According to Han Zhenzhen's idea, this trip is to let Chi Xueyan come to return the wish, and it will be more complete to bring Heqiao.
Firstly, it is the sign that showed fate when he was a child, and secondly, it is to thank Han Zhenzhen for the good marriage he prayed for for him not long ago.
Chi Xueyan is not familiar with these unique customs and rituals, and she doesn't know what is called true return.
He felt that he, who had been fortune-tied, can now take his loved ones to see the endless summer blooming all over the mountains, which is probably a return.
Blue, pink, purple.
Now, he has written down four colors of hydrangea.
"What color of hydrangea do you think would be more delicious to make into ice cream?"
By the wall of the quaint courtyard of the Brahma Temple, Chi Xueyan looked up at the flowers in the spring. Instead of being distracted, he asked questions to the people around him in a very out-tune way.
He found the wall that was waiting for his mother in elementary school. The scenery was as beautiful as in memory, and the endless summer on the branches seemed to be the same as in those years.
He Qiao can only answer this question by imagination: "Pink."
Because the flowers watched by Chi Xueyan at this moment are pink.
Chi Xueyan thought for a moment and said, "In theory, pink and white should be more delicious. Cold tones affect appetite, so blue may be the worst."
Seeing his serious expression, He Qiao couldn't help laughing and said, "Do you want to try to do it when you get home? Make pink and white."
"Do you want to taste the petals first?" Chi Xueyan continued to imagine seriously, "I tasted the petals of other flowers when I was a child. The taste was very strange. Anyway, it was not sweet."
This is a quiet and peaceful corner of the temple, and few pilgrims pass by.
Xiao Shami was sweeping the floor next to him. Hearing their conversation, he couldn't help laughing and whispered, "It's tasteless. I can't make ice cream."
Chi Xueyan turned his head and looked over.
Xiao Shami, who is holding a broom, looks childish, about the same age as when he first came to this temple.
He is simply dressed and has bright eyes, which is full of purity unique to the beginning of his life.
Chi Xueyan looked at him and asked curiously, "Have you tasted it?"
The sound of sweeping the floor stopped, and Xiao Shami nodded with some embarrassment: "Seeing that it looks good, I secretly picked a flak and tasted it. It was told by the master."
Chi Xueyan bent her eyes and said, "When I tasted the petals secretly, my father saw them. He looked at me just eating a piece and didn't know whether to come up and beat me first or take the rest of the flowers in my hand first. Instead, he froze in place for a long time."
Xiao Shami was amused by this description for a long time and chatted with him: "Are the two donors here specially to enjoy flowers?"
They don't look like Xiangke.
"I'm here to return my wish." The stranger who ate petals childily answered him, "When I was your age, my mother brought me here to pray, but she helped me draw a lottery ticket."
"Later, she looked for ways to solve the disaster everywhere and worried about me for more than ten years."
He glanced at the man beside him who was quietly listening to him: "Until now, the bleak fate foreshadowed in the sign seems to have really disappeared."
After listening, Xiao Shami sighed, "The mother of the giver is so kind to the giver."
"Yes." The red-haired young man smiled and suddenly asked, "Do you believe in fate?"
There are often xiang guests who will ask similar questions to the monks in the temple, and the young Shami was asked for the first time.
Fortunately, he had already prepared the answer, and soon replied crisply, "All the law is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be like this."
As he spoke, he continued to sweep the ground. The branches and leaves in the sky were blown by the wind, and the bamboo strips on the ground moved at will, making a similar rustling sound.
"This is the six verses in the Vajradhara Sutra." Xiao Shami said, "Master told me not to ask myself whether to believe it or not, but to break my delusions."
When he finished speaking, the originally calm tone gradually disappeared, and his voice became quieter, revealing a hint of admitting that he had eaten petals.
"I like this Buddhist word best because it is beautiful." The young child's eyes were clear, "What do you think?"
Hearing the words, the stranger standing by the wall of the courtyard nodded gently, and then shook his head to look at the flowers hanging on the tree, and answered the child's question in a soft voice.
The person who answered also seems to be a child of similar age.
"Well, it's as beautiful as a flower."
The dreamlike endless summer is blooming at the same time as more than ten years ago and the spring of this moment.
People came in pairs, and the mountain became more and more lively. Only the temple still retains a trace of restrained peace.
In the quaint pavilion in the mountains, the elderly couple sat down to rest. The old lady took out the peeled apples from her bag, slowly peeled off the plastic bag, and handed half of them to her partner next to her.
The old partner waved his hand: "No, no, no."
She held it up stubbornly. After a moment, he sighed and took it.
Chi Xueyan sat opposite and looked at them for a long time until they ate half of the apple, had enough rest, and walked towards the next scenery.
Then, he turned his head and asked the people around him, "Why do you have to finish that bowl of wontons?"
"Because you have finished eating." He Qiao said, "I think you like sweets. Maybe you like this flavor of wonton very much, which can be used for breakfast in the future."
He cooks breakfast for each other every day.
So he has to adapt in advance.
After listening, Chi Xueyan lowered her eyes quietly.
He guessed it.
This is the reason why he suddenly feels a little sad.
In fact, Chi Xueyan doesn't want this. He prefers to go with He Qiao to buy more taste-stating steamed buns.
But he also thought that every time He Qiao fell in love with him, he might be like this.
Unconditional tolerance and obedience will never reject him and will always consider more than him.
On his birthday on New Year's Eve, Chi Xueyan closed his eyes in front of the cake candle, but he didn't have any wishes.
But on this journey, he finally had another wish.
Traveling tests each other's emotions more than daily life, because there are more choices and possibilities along the way, and more unpredictable accidents will fully expose each other's different preferences and potential shortcomings.
There are even special words in foreign languages to describe the newlyweds who break up directly at the airport after returning from their honeymoon.
Before the journey, most lovers or partners not only look forward to the scenery along the way, but also expect to get along well with their other half. The other party can try to tolerate their preferences, as if this proves a more sincere and more love.
Chi Xueyan's wish is the opposite.
Because along the way, He Qiao was too kind and too tolerant to him.
Chi Xueyan didn't want to follow the rules of the travel plan, so He Qiao, who originally wanted to make a plan, didn't do it, and let God guide the way forward.
Chi Xueyan seemed to have no interest in the couple quarreling at the service station, so He Qiao, who wanted to see him, took the initiative to look away and asked him if he wanted to leave now.
Chi Xueyan may want to travel in the desert, so He Qiao, who is afraid of cactus, said that it doesn't main, and he can go, and seriously agreed to joke that he would raise cactus on the balcony.
Chi Xueyan is used to sleeping at noon every day, so He Qiao, who has no habit of taking a lunch break, will accompany him to rest, and when he suddenly can't sleep, he will sit at the window with him to watch the scenery.
He Qiao's love seems to be more and more infatuated than him. They are always like this, and even the original agreement marriage naturally followed this way.
Although his way of loving is so clear and straightforward, he has never truly said love to Chi Xueyan.
It seems that as long as you don't say that sentence, you won't be found out.
Chi Xueyan, who is considered to be dispensable for love, or found by "Chi Xueyan" who seems to still love others.
He knew that He Qiao must have a lot of memories of "He Qiao" and "Chi Xueyan" getting along, so some patterns were naturally stereotyped from the first day they met.
No one noticed this problem at that time.
Now, he gradually realized that he hoped that He Qiao would not be dominated by memory.
Although this is a difficult thing to do.
Because beyond memory, there is also a conditioned reflex-like instinct.
Like the thorny ear when it falls into the palm of the hand, it has the instinct to withdraw its hand because of the fear of the cactus.
Chi Xueyan is a person with both good and evil temperament, who will recklessly stir up the peaceful days upside down.
He Qiao is a person who holds an umbrella, stands silently beside him, watching and waiting for him to fulfill all his wishes.
These vivid impressions are clearly written in Heqiao's memory and instincts.
But the past should have been like a dream bubble, like a dew and an electric shock. There is no need to be persistent, and it should be put down gently.
At this moment, Chi Xueyan, who is wearing black snowflake earrings, doesn't want a kind of love that who pays more and lives in a high position.
In this new pure white story, he wants the same love.
There was only the wind left in the mountains and forests. In the long silence, He Qiao seemed to realize the problem.
He asked, "You don't like it, do you?"
"I don't like it." Chi Xueyan repeated, "The wonton is still salty and delicious."
He looked at the rickety figure of the old couple who were gradually moving away and whispered, "Even if I like it, I won't force you to eat together."
He prefers the love that can give each other freedom rather than sharing the love of the same apple.
Because he grew up in such love.
He talked about the impressive love.
"For almost thirty years, my father hasn't changed his hobby of wearing a suit first and then shaving. Although he has never soiled his clothes, my mother doesn't like it. Every time she sees it, she will say it, but he just likes it and doesn't want to change it."
"Although a person thinks that will stain his clothes, he always has to say that he thinks that is cool and never changes, but they have never quarreled about this matter, but occasionally quarreled, and they look quite happy."
"This is a small matter, so it doesn't matter, because we are different individuals and often have different ideas, but we can still walk together and love each other for 30 years or more. Love should be like this."
Chi Xueyan is always very frank.
He finished speaking frankly and looked into the eyes of the people around him frankly.
Layers of sounds echoed in the mountains, the sound of the wind, the sound of birds, the sound of footsteps, and the sound of chanting from afar.
There is also a very soft and serious voice nearby.
"He Qiao, you should be more free. Especially in front of me."
"Don't lie to me and yourself because you take into account my thoughts."
Chi Xueyan knew that he was lying.
At noon, the RV was recognized as an ice cream truck.
Chi Xueyan, who had already speculated, would rather the truth not be revealed, so he said he didn't want to go to see the bridge. He asked He Qiao if he wanted to go, and he also said he didn't.
But the moment he answered that he didn't want to, he didn't look into Chi Xueyan's eyes.
--"When I lie, I will bow my head to avoid your eyes."
Chi Xueyan has long been given this most transparent and sincere key.
He used it to open the lock between himself and Heqiao, and from then on, he no longer had to doubt the intention of all the actions of the mysterious book traveler.
Now, it has been placed in front of another lock.
The lock between Heqiao and "Heqiao".
He Qiao was silent for a long time before whispering, "I want to find that bridge."
In this matter, he has a different perspective and ideas from Chi Xueyan.
He wants to get an answer, even if it's just a free-hearted guess.
People with no origin want to determine their own coordinates.
The hydrangeas in the bushes swayed gently in the wind, sprinkling colorful light and shadows, flowing through the first differences between each other.
It also flowed through the rotten hair of the people around me.
All the sunlight fell into those beautiful and bright eyes, shining on the answer that was always given by another person in the past.
He Qiao laughed when he saw Chi Xueyan. His smile was particularly pure, as if he had finally found the precious treasure he wanted most, which made people want to kiss his bright eyes.
The voice is also serious and gentle.
"Okay." He said with a smile, "Let's leave tomorrow."