one
It all started with an accidental meeting.
On this day, oranges appeared in an auditorium in the city center with a bunch of taro in their arms. On the stage is a young raccoon, who is drooling over a speech. According to the customer's instructions, she will send him flowers after the speech.
White taro represents hope, love and respect. Because of the fear of traffic jam, Orange Jun left half an hour early, and as a result, she was forced to listen to his last half-hour speech. The oranges sitting in the last row of the audience carefully protected the flowers with their claws. Growing up, she never loved or respected anyone except her parents, so she was a little surprised to see the excited animals around her.
Later, after the speech, I walked all the way from the aisle to the stage with flowers and oranges. That's a young raccoon. He is not much bigger than an orange. Orange respectfully handed the flowers to his arms-"Mr. Abu, I salute you." After receiving the flowers, Abu smiled and thanked her. Just as the orange was about to leave, he blinked his right eye at the orange.
two
The orange flower shop is located in Nut Street. Because it is close to Forest University, business has been very good.
In early autumn, there is always an ugly fat man who comes to the store to harass her. Every time, he would ask her these questions-"Miss, what's your name", "Which department are you in" and "Do you have a boyfriend" ... For this reason, the bored orange hung the sign "/kloc-Do not enter above 0/50kg" at the door, but the fat man didn't give up at all. He said to the orange, "How do you know that I only have 149 kg?"
At night, oranges lie tossing and turning in bed, making it difficult to sleep. So big that she has never fallen in love with anyone. If a small seed remains indifferent after spring breeze again and again, can she live up to her youth? The street lamp cast a pale yellow shadow on the ceiling. I don't know why, orange began to remember those kind eyes in the afternoon.
three
On a sunny afternoon, the orange flower shop welcomed a strange visitor. In the orange sunset, he casually opened the door, and the bell on the door sounded crisp.
"Hey? Aren't you the girl who sent taro that day? " The orange turned around, and the gentleman in front of him was wearing a cotton casual dress, smiling and wearing a brown painter's hat. He winked at the orange with his right eye.
"Are you also a graduate student at Sun University?" The orange's face is a little red. Roman Abramovich nodded. He said to the orange, "Are there any flowers suitable for the teacher?"
Because I sent him flowers once, because he came to order flowers once, and orange and Abu became friends. At Forest University, Abu's research topic is "international relations". Abu will graduate soon. Orange sent a bunch of gladiolus to his teacher. The flower language of gladiolus is longevity, blessing and corning. In the flower shop, Abu said to the orange, "You know a lot of flower language."
Abu always comes in the afternoon. Oranges like this big boy who is full of sunshine. Abu will stay in the flower shop until closing time, and then they will stroll around the school. The street lamp next to the library gives off golden light. At night, when the autumn wind is biting, Abu will give his scarf to the orange circle. Then one night, Orange asked Abu, "Do you have any ideals?"
"I have no ideal." Abu pinched the orange sitting next to his shoulder and said, "What about you?"
"I want to be a painter." The orange sighed, "But I didn't even get into college." Now I just want to open my own flower shop. "
"It's good to have ideals," Abu also opened his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. "Since there is an ideal, you shouldn't give up. As long as you don't give up, there will always be opportunities for realization. " When he finished breathing, he put his paw on the paw of the orange, and the orange heard his heartbeat. He said to the orange, "When you become a painter, I will go to see your exhibition." Ah, this is, this is the agreement. That night, orange almost didn't sleep all night. After returning home, she didn't wash her paws. When she woke up the next day, she found Abu's scarf still around her neck.
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Orange is waiting for Abu at the flower shop in the afternoon. For a long time, Abu didn't look for oranges so often because he was very busy. The florist's business has been surprisingly bad recently, and the animal festival is far away, but oranges have hoarded a large number of roses. Bright red roses are like clusters of flames. A glance at the passing animals shows that the owner of this flower shop is becoming an anthomaniac. But orange gentleman doesn't care about this. She sat at the counter with her paws on her cheeks and looked at the street through the French window of the flower shop. Now she has expectations, and all the animals passing by the flower shop have contact with her-every time, the raccoon she expects will swim through the animals flowing in the street.
One weekend night, Orange finally got up the courage to see Abu. Because she didn't know how to express her mind, Orange finally put an envelope in her pocket, which contained her own love letter. They strolled along Nut Street. At a stall, Abu bought her a lollipop and animals sold roses along the street. Abu spent another eight dollars on a rose. Abu said, "Send you."
Sitting by the river next to the school, the orange with Abu scarf is still distressed by the eight dollars. You know, a packaged fresh rose in her shop is only five yuan. As a result, Abu spoke first. He said to the orange, "I'm going abroad." He shrugged at the orange and said, "I'm surprised, too." But-if you go abroad, at least go abroad-should you say something, such as promise and confession?
No. There's nothing. There is no return, love is just an accident. The orange suddenly felt that the letter in his pocket was so heavy.
five
The flower shop on Nut Street is closed. But the orange is not sad. The flower shop can't open. She can do something else. Yes, life is not easy, but if it is only for survival, it will become easy.
Orange rested at home for a week, and then orange went to the street. She bought a drawing board, paper, easel, paint, brush, pencil and palette in the stationery store, and she bought relevant teaching materials in the bookstore. Everything is ready. Orange entrusts a friend to help her contact a teacher who teaches painting. The world can deprive us of the right to pursue happiness and love, but ideals can never be deprived. A few days later, in the bright studio, Orange met his teacher-remember that ugly fat man-he was a graduate student of the College of Art and Design-his name was Garlic, and he became Orange's teacher.
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One day four years later, Orange Garlic spent seventeen yuan to get a marriage certificate at the Civil Affairs Bureau near Nut Street. In this way, the orange became Mrs. garlic. In four years, garlic has changed from a graduate student in an art and design college to an interior designer, and the orange in shine on you is better than blue. Soon, in the neighboring squirrel country, her art exhibition will be closed-she has become a painter.
On this day, oranges are packing in the bedroom. The eight-dollar rose has withered, and now it has become a big bookmark for oranges. Garlic is watching TV in the living room. He is wearing a pair of fancy underwear and eating nuts. He said to the orange in the bedroom, "Look, look, it's the president again." The orange poked its head out of the bedroom-she saw the raccoon in a suit and tie among countless animals on TV-ah, isn't that Abu? !
seven
The empty ship to Squirrel Country took off slowly. Looking at the clouds outside the window, the orange began to think that it was really unpredictable that he had become a painter. She remembered Abu's agreement with her long ago. On that day, he said to her, "I will go to your exhibition when you become a painter in the future." Of course he won't go. He is the president now, and she is married.
Suddenly, a few hedgehogs with bloody headscarves stood up from the back of the cabin, and the leader said to everyone-"Now I announce that this flying boat has been hijacked by us. Our goal is to hit a hexagonal building, so if you don't want to die, get a parachute. " The passengers were frightened and the cabin was silent. Then, soon, look at the huge thorns erected by the hedgehog. Everyone put on their parachutes one by one, just open the hatch. Under such circumstances, it is undoubtedly the most feasible to choose to save their lives, although the hexagonal building is the presidential office.
No No, no, no, countless memories of Abramovich began to emerge in Orange's mind. Orange married a raccoon she didn't love, but the raccoon she really paid for, he couldn't die. He shouldn't die, he should live happily and completely-suddenly, the orange stood up-her voice trembled-"We can't let the flying boat hit the hexagonal building, which is where the president works."
So her voice was louder-"I know the president. He is a great raccoon. Please believe me, we are in love. "
"You shut up." Seeing that the number of passengers responding to oranges began to increase, several hedgehogs pushed oranges in unison.
eight
History is fixed in August 1 1 day. On this day, hijacked by terrorists, an empty ship crashed into the World Trade Center and another crashed near the Hexagon building. With regard to the crashed empty boat, through the analysis of the black box, everyone came to the conclusion that the passengers had a life-and-death struggle with the terrorists before the crashed empty boat. To everyone's surprise, the president was on vacation on the day of the disaster. He's not even in this country.
-the picture goes back to before the airship crashed. At noon that day, a raccoon wearing a painter's hat walked into the national exhibition center of squirrel country, where a young female painter's work was on display. When the cry for help came, he was standing in front of a huge oil painting, which was a withered rose. Under the background of black, the female painter poured brilliant red on the broken petals-a pure red, which erodes the bones and is redder than the flame, just like a dying patient, who stubbornly struggles with fate even at the last moment of her life.
After answering the phone, Abu reluctantly left the exhibition center. Of course, he is no longer interested in exploring the meaning of this painting. On that day, no one will know what oranges have done.