Chapter 75 (1/2)
The rain in early summer is not as sentimental as spring. The drizzle gently sticks on the hair and can only judge the direction of rain from the hair that suddenly becomes foggy.
Yesterday's sunshine is like a dream that this morning is the drizzle.
Mr. Gorman and Mr. prokhov went out, and there were only Anna and miss aurea in the shop.
Miss aurea didn't hold books in her usual hands or collate the latest designs for Mr. Gorman. As a matter of fact, it was Mr. Gorman's design draft that she flipped through. It was only that the thick bound one, which could be seen from the paper, was a long time ago.
”Are you going back?” Asked Miss Oria, raising her eyes. Though it was a question, her eyes were peaceful.
”In fact, not yet.” Anna said. Although she had understood Miss aurea's choice, she still did not know how to talk to her about it.
This thoughtful little girl must have known that her smile was not very beautiful, and there was a mature expression on her face.
”I want you to stay with me.” She pleaded that, because she seldom did so, she could not refuse the request.
Oria looked outside again and said, ”it's raining outside, but I don't think it's going to be long. You'd better wait until the rain stops
”OK.” Anna said, feeling relieved.
Miss aurea closed the painting. She wanted to make tea, but Anna stopped her: ”I'll come.”
Miss aurea laughed. ”It's not hard work.” She gently refused Anna's help.
After a while, the fragrance of tea in the humid air.
The table is close to the window and has a clear view of the outside. Anna noticed that it wasn't like that the other day.
”I told dad to move it.” Miss aurea said that she put down the teacup gracefully and gently touched the saucer by the side of her little thumb, which eased the impact a little, making the movement look very elegant.
”I love rain.” She said.
Anna doesn't like rain. Rain always makes people feel sad.
”You don't like rain, do you?” Asked Miss aurea.
”I prefer sunny days.” Anna replied.
Miss aurea laughed, as if she had foreseen it. After drinking the warm tea, the girl's cheeks also had a warm blush, and she didn't look so pale.
”Most people don't like rain very much.” She thought about it for a moment, and then decided, ”I didn't like it when I was young, but I did.” She laughed, and her beautiful eyes sparkled and made her look like a teenager.
After a while, or by emotion, or something, Anna heard Miss aurea suddenly ask her.
”Have you ever caught snails on a rainy day?”
”No Anna recalled that the rainy season always made her feel powerless, both before and now.
”You can try it next time.” Miss aurea suggested, ”it's fun to be with your husband.”
Anna looked at the girl in front of her, from her delicate eyebrows and eyes to her slightly open lips, which were as light as peach blossom petals, but implied deep feelings.
Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.
Anna's eyes seem to have opened a little gray. ”Did Mr. Gorman take you?” she asked, holding back the answer
Miss aurea froze for a moment, looking a little flustered. She raised her hand to reach the little ears of the teacup, but she shrunk again as her skin approached the cooling temperature.
Anna softened her face. She raised her hand and patted miss Oria on the back of her hand to placate her.
Oria's movements stopped, she took a small breath, and then a shy smile.
”He did take me there, but,” the girl pauses and her lips curl slightly. ”It's my father who makes me fall in love with rainy days.”
”Oh, yes, Dad. He's not my own father.”
After the initial shock, Anna felt that she would not be surprised any more. So everything makes sense. In this small shop, in addition to the stories of three people, there are other stories that belong to one or two people.
Anna began to take back her arms and listen quietly to the girl's story.
In that story, aurea is the main character. After the death of her father with strong arms, her beautiful mother was adored by a young man with black hair who had never been married. She knew that her mother had always loved her father, who had died of lung disease a few years later.
”He doesn't have to take care of me all the time.” Aurea said softly.
”He loves my mother. I'm just a bonus to him. He never even got justice. ”Such a relationship, although there is no responsive love, but the person still insists on staying with them. In those years of running away, when the mother constantly missed her father, the black haired young man gradually left a brand in her heart.
A woman with her own love will start to miss, she was too young, just a girl doll. She did not know what love is, so before the beginning of love, what she learned first was not missing, but attachment.
”After mother's death, we went to other places, but we didn't live long because we were in debt. When we were going to move here, things got better. He asked me to call him Dad
”Well, Dad, he's been with me for ten years. I never thought I could live beyond eighteen, but now I wish I could Anna noticed the firmness in Miss aurea's voice, as she spoke in a low voice.
She has always been such a wonderful girl. Fine body, then mature mind, and firmness like this, as well as extraordinary intelligence.
”So,” Anna said, questioning with her eyes. She wanted to know whether it was love or not. If so, how unfair it would be to the girl in front of her.
Miss aurea gave a slight exclamation, then laughed and shook her head.
”No, it's not.”
She thought for a while and said, ”I don't think it's that simple. Maybe I don't know, but what I know is that they are the most important to me.”
”Then you are to Mr. prokhov?” Anna asked.
Miss aurea blinked, then felt guilty. ”I think I'm more like my mother than my father.”
”Mr. prokhov is a good man, and I think he knows all this, but he says nothing. He always said it was because of himself. He took the whole responsibility for himself, and I knew it was not. I, ”Miss aurea paused and murmured,” I know that. ”
”He is a good man and should have his own happiness, which I can't give him. If I grow up a little bit, maybe I can give him love, but I can't accompany him for too long
”Dad, he has taken care of me for too long. He is a man who yearns for freedom, but is willing to let love tie his feet.”
”And I, I'm not his love. But he stayed. But now, I, it's time for him to be free. I've been dependent on him for too long. ”
”Just like I was worried about prokhov. He is such a good man. In the future, there should be a good girl to love him. ”
Oria raised her head, and her eyes were gentle. Anna did not see her showing any confusion.
She may be fragile, a little sad and helpless, but more is gentle and mature. At her age, Anna even felt less mature than her partner.
”Before, I only had dad, but now, I still have him and you.”
Oria looked at Anna and laughed again.
”It's not that long, but for me, these experiences are very valuable.”
”But these things are not for a lifetime. If I always monopolize them, my guilt will drown me. So, I have to find someone who is completely mine. Even if I ask for anything, it's no burden. ”
when the last trace of temperature on the tea cup cools down, the porcelain regains its unique cold feeling. The people who warm them are no longer there, and they are not sad. They just return to their original appearance. Under the bright enamel color, there is still the beauty that can not be covered up.
”It's getting light.” Miss aurea said softly. She looked out of the window, then turned back and gave Anna a light smile. ”After all, it's summer rain. It won't last long.”
Anna had heard this not long ago. At that time, the man who said that he was not brave said the same thing. He laughed frankly and relieved.
Anna really hopes that she has magic power to achieve their wishes, but this is life. What kind of wishes do people have? In the final analysis, who can help others for their whole life, in addition to their own heart to achieve it?
Looking at aurea's clear eyes and smile, Anna thought: originally, among these people, it is their own persistence.
She thinks that love is very important, and the responsibility in marriage can not be shirked. But do not know, this world, in addition to this, everyone also has their own thought of the most important things.
Miss aurea's love had not yet begun, but for her, there was something more important than love.
At the thought of this, she finally vomited out the turbid spirit in her heart and smile:
”when can I meet that person?”
Miss aurea laughed and nodded, ”Dad, he will arrange it.”
”I'm looking forward to it.” Anna said with ease.
The clock has pointed to three o'clock, Mr. Gorman, they should be back soon, and the rain is almost stopped. Only the wet road is quietly telling others that there was a short time of heavy rain before.Anna was about to leave. Just as she was about to speak, Miss aurea's eyes lit up. Then she looked at Anna and blinked. ”Here's your husband.”