Flushing,New York
This summer breeze brought a hint of coolness,the green plants on the street were relaxing,the blue sky and white clouds made people feel good,it was a perfect time to go out for a stroll and buy some vegetables,Lucy thought so,and she went out happily.
She went to the large Chinese supermarket in Flushing because she could buy her favorite jasmine flowers there.
Lucy is from Fuzhou,China.Her parents favor boys over girls.They don't love her and they do a lot of outrageous things.
In Fuzhou,parents would crawl on their knees up the entire Gu Mountain,all for the sake of having a son.Day and night,they would offer jasmine flowers at the altar,chanting the three thousands Sanskrit verses non -stop.The white jasmine was placed on the red tablecloth, and in the midst of the incense smoke, the solemn and dignified statue seemed to have become their longed-for son.
A son meant bringing honor to family, and was the most anticipated child in the hearts of rural Chinese people.
With a son, the mother could hold her head high in the village,no longer being seen as a hen that couldn't lay eggs.With a son,the proud father could show off in front of others,boasting that having a house, a car,an education, and social status was nothing compared to his precious son.
Male infants were deified because of their penises.But female infants were secretly abandoned by rural people,becoming non-existent beings.If a child was abandoned and died,it was said that the gods had taken her away.
When she was 5 years old, they left the poor little girl in the woods near the park.They tricked the poor little girl into going out to play. The little girl dressed up beautifully,taxi with her parents.They walked and walked,walked into the newly opened park,passed the noisy crowd,passed by the beautiful flower arch and the swan fountain, and walked into the woods covered by the fence.
"Mom,why don't we take the main road?"Lucy said.
"We are going to see the gods."Mom replied.
People in Fuzhou believe in gods very much. The little girl once went to a temple with her parents to worship. The gods seemed tall and mighty. The little girl grew up listening to stories about gods.She felt that gods were omnipresent,just like Nuwa mending the sky,Dayu controlling floods,and Jingwei filling the sea.
It was dusk when the little girl and her parents walked into the grove. The dim light shone through the leaves, and everything seemed to be shrouded in warm yellow light,just like a little goldfish under a warm light,making people feel like they were wearing pajamas.
Later,when she turned around,her parents disappeared. The grove was very quiet, with only her own heartbeat remaining."Bang,Bang,Bang "her heartbeat was as fast as a drum,and then the little girl could only squat on the ground and cry.
Her crying attracted the young people who came to explore.
The young man was from California,USA,and was participating in a school exchange program.He wanted to be a firefighter in the future.He happened to go to a nearby public toilet and heard the crying sound when he came out.He took the little girl out of the woods and called the police to find her parents.
So,from then on, the little girl hated going out after dusk,and preferred to come back before sunset,whether she was going to school or work.
Today's bus is late,and she bought a lot of things,so she need to go back as soon as possible,that's what she thought.
However,an unfortunate incident occurred.When she was selecting jasmine flowers,the steel frame on which they were placed was not fixed properly,and all the jasmine flowers fell down. The price of steel is not fixed, and the sound of direct rolling is like the branches breaking in the forest in my childhood.
Everyone fled in all directions.She smelled the fragrance of flowers,grass,and sandalwood in the white peats that filled the sky. The sandalwood smelled like the fireworks in the temple.
"Ar had very beautiful phoenix eyes,very nice
As the jasmine trellis toppled over,the steel frame let out a mournful sound like a branch breaking.
Among the falling white petals, a piece of red plastic sheet stuck to her palm-like wild berries that had rubbed against the tip of her shoe when she was abandoned in childhood.
Sandalwood surged like a tide.
In the panic of being about to be swallowed by dusk, a pair of hands suddenly broke the falling petals, and the angels of the elbow twist was neat and professional,like a skilled demolition operation.
When the omamental flower stand supporting the redemption scene collapsed,his posture as he rushed into the sea of petals was not a run,but a leap-like movement like a firefighter crossing obstacles.
As the jasmine fragrance mingled with sandalwood wafted towards him,his pupils contracted abruptly-the scent of sandalwood from the forest 20 years ago received at this moment.
She crashed into a pair of phoenix eyes, and the black mole on the man's collarbone was faintly visible in the swaying collar."it's okay ."His voice was like the first stream of water spouting from a fire hydrant.There is a newly-healed burn mark on the left side of the face,resembling a gold repair pattern on a white porcelain piece that has cracked.And in his suddenly contracted pupils,she saw the mole on her own collarbone that had been mirrored for twenty years.
The magical thing was that both of them had a black mole on their chins and collarbones,just like a soul that had been wandering for a long time finally found a home.
When he carried Lucy out of the ruins of the flowers stand, the falling jasmine petals stuck to his eyelashes.A mid the chaos of New York's fireworks,finally,the divine and the scard sent down concrete manifestations of compassion.
I will eventually travel thousands of miles to meet you again.Will you recognize me?
We met in the sea of people,in the rain,in the world.