For The Rest of Our Life

The girl in her arms seemed to finally calm down. Her hands holding Xiao Wanqing gradually loosened, and she lowered her head. She grasped Xiao Yunqing's hands and carefully examined whether Xiao Yuanqing had been injured.

Knowing her concerns, Xiao Wanqing softened her voice and comforted her: "I'm fine, I just fell a bit, but I didn't hurt. Don't worry." As a result, she also showed Lin Xian a good palm And elbows, moved his legs freely to show no harm. With her movements, the clothes dropped the water all over the floor.

Lin Xian finally put a light snack, she turned her back, bowed her head and refused to see Xiao Wanqing. After scrubbing her face with her hands in a hurry, she urged Xiao Wanqing with a nasal voice after crying a little bit: "Then change your clothes." The voice was dull and dull.

Xiao Wanqing guessed that Lin Xian was probably crying out of empathy. The little girl was thin-skinned, she could understand it, and she would not pierce it. She reached out and touched Lin Xian's little head lovingly, and promised her warmly: "Okay, but wait for me first." After that, she took the bag in her hand and walked toward the kitchen.

A force exerted lightly on her hand, but Lin Xian stretched out and grabbed her wrist. Lin Xian asked her in a low voice: "Where are you going?" Xiao Wanqing walked in the direction obviously not the route to the bathroom.

Xiao Yuanqing stopped, turned around, bent her eyebrows, and said warmly: "I ran out of the barrel of water yesterday, and I have no spare at home. I will go to the kitchen and boil some water to give you medicine."

Not wanting Lin Xian to hear the words, the hand holding her wrist tightened more and more. She frowned, her face was unhappy, and her utterance was a hard stop: "No go!"

Xiao Wanqing was taken aback by her decisive drink, staring at Lin Xian with a daze, a little stunned.

The girl standing in front of her eyes, because she just cried, her eyes and nose were still red, and her eyes were full of water, wet, like a pitiful little white rabbit, but her voice was a bit. Fierce, like a angry tiger with open teeth and dancing claws. Right now the little tiger is under her eyes, as if gradually retracting her little paws, showing a somewhat embarrassed expression.

As soon as Lin Xian spoke, she realized that she was anxious and her tone was not very good. She bit her lip and settled, before looking at Xiao Wanqing, calming down her voice and explaining: "Aunt Xiao, you are all soaked in the body, let's take a hot bath and change your clothes first. Be careful that you catch cold too. Give me the medicine, and I can burn the water by myself. I still have the basic skills in life. Don’t worry."

"It's okay, it's not a short time to boil water," Xiao Wanqing still wanted to insist.

Lin Xian twisted her eyebrows and stared at the eye-catching wet clothes on Xiao Wanqing's body, and didn't want to get entangled with her again on this issue. Her anger suddenly rose again inexplicably. Xiao Wanqing really didn't take his body seriously, and didn't know his worries at all!

Involuntarily, Lin Xian's thin lips were squeezed tightly, and his expression sank again. She suddenly stepped in front of Xiao Wanqing. Without a word clenching Xiao Wanqing's wrist, she quickly walked towards the bathroom.

Xiao Yunqing was caught off guard, and she took a few steps with her staggered. She looked at Lin Xian, who was walking in front of her, exuding low air pressure, but she couldn't respond.

She earned her wrist slightly, but the girl just clenched her wrist tighter. Unable to do so, she had to try to appease her: "I listen to you, I'll go by myself, then you'll go to the kitchen to boil water yourself, okay." The girl was just silent, walking faster, until she pushed her The bathroom door.

Xiao Xuanqing stood in the bathroom, staring at the blocked door, Lin Xian, who seemed to be afraid of her disobedience and not taking a shower, could not cry for a while. Afterwards, she discovered that Lin Xian seemed to be... sulking? After hesitating for a while, she asked softly, "Envy, I... Can I go out and get the clothes changed?"

Lin Xian froze for a moment, and looked at the inexplicably poor Xiao Wanqing in the bathroom. The reason slowly returned to the cage, and the blush suddenly caught her cheeks.

Ah, what did she do? Aunt Xiao is such a big man, can you escape after taking a bath? And was she just too fierce...

Lin Xian gripped his clothes nervously, trying to cover up his embarrassment, and stuttered: "I'm sorry, I... I didn't think too much in a hurry."

After she finished speaking, she dared not look at Xiao Wanqing's face again, hurriedly reached out and took the bag with cold medicine from Xiao Wanqing's hand, and hurriedly turned to the outside to take a whispered explanation: "I'm going to boil water, Xiao Auntie, get your clothes changed."

Xiao Yunqing watched Lin Xian change her face several times in a short period of time, and watched her shy little movements, her lips could not help but a warm smile overflowed. Really, very cute.

She finally had a chance, bent over and rubbed her sore knee. Then she crept away from Lin Xian to the living room and took away the medicine cabinet. Afterwards, she returned to the bedroom again and took the clothes changed into the bathroom.

When taking a bath, a warm stream of water sprayed out of the shower, slowly flowing across the body, washing away the coldness of Xiao Yunqing's body, making her warm from the head to the feet. She brushed the hair falling in front of her eyes from her forehead to the back of her hand, and suddenly a small appearance of Lin Xian who was angry because of fear for her suddenly appeared in her mind, as if there was a thunderous scream in her ear again. "I'm not allowed to go." Suddenly, Xiao Yunqing felt that his heart was warm and at ease.

She has lived in a harmonious and simple environment since she was a child. Her parents are very good-tempered people. She loves her only daughter, and she has the impression that she has grown up, except for that time, they have never been willing to tell her After a heavy sentence.

She didn't know that before, it turned out that one person worried about the attitude of another person would be so many. Many emotions of people are not single and pure. More complex expressions of emotions need to be understood with care. Until later, for the first time from such awkward care, she felt joy and joy, was...

The gate of the memory seemed to be suddenly actuated by a switch. In the past, like a stream of water sprayed from the shower, it sprang wildly out of nowhere. Xiao Wanqing frowned, showing a bit of pain.

She lifted her head and let the water hit her delicate face mercilessly. A moment later, she opened her eyes in response to the current that continued to pierce her, reached out her hand and wiped it casually, turning off the water. She stood in silence for a while in silence, until she felt a deep coldness before exhaling, pulling the bath towel and wiping it gently.

After putting on his upper body clothes, Xiao Wanqing opened the medicine cabinet and began to deal with the scratches left by the fall.

The left leg is a little better, but there is a large piece of bruise on the knee, and the right leg does not know whether it hit something when kneeling. In addition to the knee, there is also a piece of bruise, there is a scrape on the knee, and there is vaguely bloodshot After soaking in water, a little white glowed. The greasy bruise appeared particularly shocking on her radiant skin. Xiao Wanqing didn't take it seriously, she just dispelled the poisonously and took a few pieces of band-aid.

She did not dare to rub the medicated wine, worrying that the taste was too big and obvious, Lin Xian found that she was injured and worried about guilt.

She hid the medicine cabinet in the tallest cabinet in the bathroom dressing table, and put on the specially selected comfortable trousers. Then she took out a towel and walked away as she wiped her wet hair casually. As soon as she left the room, she smelled a faint smell of **** in the air. With a little thought, she had a vague guess in her heart.

She tentatively whispered Lin Xian's name: "Envy?"

Immediately, Lin Xian's voice came from the kitchen not far away. "Aunt Xiao, I'm in the kitchen. Come on." Her voice has regained its usual clarity, and she seems to be still a little excited and excited.

The hair was no longer dripping down, and Xiao Wanqing simply stopped wiping her hair, and with a little expectation that she didn't even notice, she stepped up and walked towards the kitchen.

Sure enough, Lin Xian in the kitchen was standing in front of the gas stove like her guess. When Xiao Wanqing arrived, she turned off the fire and poured soup out. Hearing the footsteps, the girl turned around, looked at her, and her wet eyes stared at Xiao Wanqing brightly, and said, "I have cooked **** soup for you to drive away the cold."

Xiao Yuanqing stepped forward, put the towel on his hand on the back of the chair, and let out his hand, rubbing the girl’s soft hair, and a gentle smile on his lips, the tone was undisguised. Surprise: "We envy and cook **** soup, I look down upon you."

Lin Xian looked up at Xiao Wanqing, her moist hair was a little unkempt, and her fair face was rosy with a little steam, and the plain white gave her a pretty pretty rare. She could see that Xiao Wanqing was a real surprise, chewing on Xiao Wanqing's "we envy", she couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed. She concealed her happiness, deliberately made a careless look, unconsciously said: "I have seen my mother cook it a few times, it is not difficult, I seem to learn it a few times." said, she said Holding a small bowl of **** soup in both hands, he carefully passed it to Xiao Wanqing: "Hurry and drink."

Xiao Wanqing's eyes dropped and he would take them with a smile.

Lin Xian suddenly recovered his outstretched hand, and Xiao Wanqing didn't touch the bowl. "No, let's wait a moment. It's just hot out of the pan. It must be hot." After that, she quickly walked out of the kitchen and went to the restaurant. Xiao Wanqing followed her step by step.

Lin Xian put the bowl on the table, and then sat down, blowing gently into the bowl.

Xiao Wanqing stood not far behind her, her eyes as warm as ink, watching her a series of movements without blinking.

Lin Xian noticed Xiao Wanqing's gaze, as if suddenly remembering something, and stopped blowing. She turned her back and threw her tongue out, covering her face and embarrassed Xiao Xiaoqing: "I... I forgot for a while, I shouldn't blow the spit in..."

Xiao Wanqing didn't expect her to say that, she laughed softly. She sat down next to Lin Xian, moved the bowl, lowered her head and took a small sip, turned her head and said, "I don't mind even blowing it in." When I said this In her eyes, it seemed that there was a wave of water rippling gently and layer by layer.

Lin Xian looked at her and felt that her heartbeat seemed to be abrupt suddenly.

She didn't know why, she wanted to stare at Xiao Wanqing's eyes, but she didn't dare to stare at her eyes. She swallowed involuntarily, removed her eyes, and added a little in a tone: "It would be bad if you caught a cold."

So, she heard Xiao Wanqing making a nice chuckle on her side, and then her usual warm and sweet voice lightly sounded, with a rare sweetness: "Then I am not afraid, after all We envy that we will take care of people."

Lin Xian felt that Xiao Wanqing's words, like magic, fell on her heart gently, but hit a wave of ripples and disrupted a wave of spring water, causing her to mess up her heartbeat rhythm.

Xiao Wanqing's eating has always been beautiful, and a bowl of ordinary **** soup seems to be eaten by her. Lin Xian glanced at her side, only to feel pleasing to the eye, and a sentence of "It's delicious" turned around her tongue several times, almost asked.

Only, a bowl of **** soup, there is no difference between good and bad. Lin Xian thought, she still had a face.

By all means, Xiao Wanqing seemed to have guessed the hundreds of times in her heart. Not only did she not drink a drop of face, but she also opened her eyebrows after drinking, and the picturesque eyebrows bent into the arc of the crescent moon, a full look : "It's delicious."

Lin Xian thought about restraining, tightening his face, but still raised his lip with restraint. She stood up, picked up Xiao Wanqing's bowl, and walked to the kitchen while pretending to be mocking Xiao Wanqing: "This shows Aunt Xiao, your taste buds are very keen and very discerning. Also, I am so clever, naturally, I have all the talents and skills. It’s full, and one shot should be extraordinary."

Where did Xiao Wanqing tell Lin Xian to help her wash the dishes? She followed Lin Xian's footsteps and stood next to her. After taking the bowl in Lin Xian's hand, she naturally said: "I still have a cold, don't touch the water." Then She very much attached Lin Xian's narcissism to her face: "I also think that it is a great honor for Xiaomou to be able to taste the elaborate soup cooked by Chef Lin today."

Her hands were skillful, and the dishes had been washed in the room, and then she washed the pot of soup. Lin Xianxin knew Xiao Wanqing's stubbornness in certain housework, and knew that it was useless to argue with her, and she simply washed away.

After washing the dishes, Lin Xian urged Xiao Wanqing to take a rest in the room. In her heart, Xiao Wanqing almost didn't sleep all night.

Xiao Wanqing raised his wrist and looked at his watch, but he shook his head: "I took a bath, and now I don't have any sleepiness at all, just wait for lunch and take a lunch break. It's you, go to sleep for a while Okay, does your head hurt?" She thought about it, and it was almost time to prepare lunch

Although Lin Xian didn't sleep well last night, he is really sleepless now. So in the end, the two went to the study together and sat down at the same table. Xiao Xiaoqing reviewed the manuscript and Lin Xian read the book.

The study room was quiet, and sometimes Xiao Wanqing's tap on the keyboard sounded.

Lin Xian's initial idea was indeed reading, but in the end, he didn't read a word. I don’t know when it started, it turned out, Xiao Wanqing looked at the computer, and she looked at Xiao Wanqing intently.

This is the first time Lin Xian has come to see Xiao Wanqing in working condition at close range after coming to Xiao Yuanqing's house. She saw Xiao Wanqing's eyes staring at the screen intently, her delicate brows unconsciously slightly twitching, her jade-like white and slender hands, one buttoned on the mouse and the other, unconsciously gently buckled on the keyboard. Looking at the past from Lin Xian's perspective, one can clearly see Xiao Yunqing's beautiful profile lines carefully sketched by a skilled painter.

She looked so serious, and so charming.

Xiao Yuanqing moved the mouse and switched a document, and then his brows gradually spread, and there was a shallow curvature on the lips. Lin Xian thought, Xiao Wanqing must be, and smiled so beautifully...

She gazed at her with her cheeks, couldn't help lightly raising her teeth, and gently called her: "Aunt Xiao..."

Xiao Wanqing was immersed in work, heard the sound, and naturally stopped his hand movements, turned his head to look at Lin Xian. There was a bit of doubt in her look, and the awkwardness in her eyebrows was too late to disperse. When she looked at Lin Xian, she converged, leaving only a soft smile.

Eyes are shining brightly, like a Qingqing ancient lake filled with stars.

Sure enough, yes...

Lin Xian did not respond to Xiao Wanqing's question, but just stared at her, tilted her head, her eyes bright, and smiled and called her again: "Aunt Xiao..."

Xiao Wanqing blinked, the water under his eyes rippled. She understood it, Lin Xian was teasing her again. She was not annoyed. She only raised the corners of her lips, exposing a shallow little pear vortex. She reached out and gently scraped Lin Xianxiu's nose, and then turned back casually to continue reviewing the manuscript.

Outside the window, the dark clouds crushed the city, and the wind and rain swelled.

Lin Xian, but slightly closed his eyes, full of tenderness, lying on the table, like a kitten that was comfortably passed by the hair.

The trance years are quiet.