For The Rest of Our Life

After the sports meeting, it entered November, Lin Xian's birthday month, also a special month belonging to Jingnan University. November 13 is the anniversary of Jingnan University. This year coincides with the 100th anniversary. Since November 1st, various school celebration activities have emerged one after another, and many well-known alumni have been invited back one after another, and various lectures are also endless.

Lin Xian only excitedly told Xiao Wanqing the night before that she might not come back for dinner in the next few nights, and was going to attend a symposium with a writer Yu Yao who she loved very much. The next night, Xiao Yunqing saw her. When he came back, he pouted a small mouth, a small, unhappy look, even when waiting for dinner.

While eating, Xiao Yunqing teased her while softly teasing her: "What's wrong today, who is jealous and unhappy, your little mouth can almost hang an oil bottle."

Lin Xian took the soup with both hands, and when she heard the words, she couldn't hold her face. She was a little embarrassed and said: "Is it so obvious?" She stirred the spoon and admitted frankly: "It's actually nothing. Aunt Xiao, do you remember when I told you yesterday Yes, are you going to listen to Yu Yao's forum in a few days?"

Xiao Wanqing nodded and said to remember.

"I ran the College of Liberal Arts today and queued up at noon. When I was almost there, there were no votes..." After she finished, she seemed to recall that she was exposed to the sun at noon for half a day, and she saw the line The resentment suffocated when the result was notified that there were no votes. She could not help but twitch her eyebrows, and complained to Xiao Wanqing: "It's so mad! It's a rare visit, and the result is so few. Every class in the Chinese department has a quota, and other colleges don't have the quota of one of them. Many, not fair!"

Xiao Yunqing looked at the girl in front of her, and couldn't help but chuckled and echoed her: "Well, it's too angry. The next time Li Changgeng comes, we at the School of Finance and Economics will let them speak Chinese. Feel the feeling under the sun." Li Changgeng graduated from the Department of Finance of Jingnan University in 2005, but after graduation, he entered the entertainment circle, and the fire has spread all over the world. It is one of the four young students today.

Lin Xian was delighted by her success, and once again thumped her with a thump: "Are we in the School of Finance and Economics? Aunt Xiao, don’t you need any direct school girl in the Chinese Department?"

Xiao Yuanqing tilted his head slightly, smiling broadly, and blinked innocently: "I have enough of you."

This is just a joke, Xiao Xiaoqing said casually. However, as soon as her voice fell, Lin Xian looked at her straight as she heard something unusual. Xiao Yuanqing raised his eyes and saw Lin Xian's eyes, which seemed to have a thousand words, but it was a complicated emotion she had never seen before. Xiao Wanqing couldn't help but stunned. She had just said something wrong? She bit her lip, so it was a little unknown for a while.

However, before she wanted to understand again, Lin Xian regained her usual bright innocence, lowered her head and stared at her porcelain bowl, and changed the subject: "Aunt Xiao, there is a psychological drama competition in our hospital next month. To participate in the class as a unit. Now the class is soliciting scripts and choosing the best candidates. I plan to take advantage of this opportunity to get in touch with my classmates so that I can integrate into the group." She finally raised her head and stared at Xiao Wanqing for consultation Dao: "After two days I wrote the script. Could you please help Aunt Xiao to see it for me?"

Xiao Wanqing naturally supported her and promised her without thinking: "What trouble is there, of course it is." She let go of the consternation that Lin Xian had just glanced at, only as an illusion of her own, expecting: "I had earlier Just listen to your mother, you are also very interested in literature. High school has published several novels in the magazine, and I always want to read it." This is not a polite word, she learned from Zhou Qin Lin Xian has always been curious about publishing novels in magazines, but she has not taken the initiative to ask Lin Xian to ask for it because she knows that some people's texts are inner worlds that she has not opened up to people she knows well. She is afraid of Lin Envious, she doesn't want to show her or understand her. She has always been a person who is not willing to be embarrassed by strong people.

Lin Xian just stared unconsciously at Xiao Wanqing's long and dense eyelashes, a pair of moist red lips, and fell into her own world. In a few moments, she seemed to have realized something more. After a while, Xiao Yunqing called her her name "Lin Xian?" suspiciously, and she turned her back, looked away, and explained in disguise: "I'm sorry, Aunt Xiao, I thought about it two days later. If you can’t listen to the lecture, you’ll feel disturbed.”

Xiao Wanqing did not doubt him, and looked at Lin Xian's eyes with a little more love and worry. I like Yu Yao so much...she clasped her hands together, her slender fingers rubbed unconsciously, thoughtfully.

Lin Xian’s lunar birthday this year is scheduled for the new calendar, which is November 5th, which happens to be Sunday, five days earlier than the November 10th date of her calendar. Every year, Lin Xian’s birthday happens twice, once with family members and once with classmates and friends. According to tradition, the family members always gave her according to the lunar calendar. Outside, they all claimed the new calendar, which was used to celebrate with classmates and friends, and it was also convenient for them to remember.

As usual, except when she was eight years old, when she just went to elementary school, it coincided with the joy of moving home. At other times, Lin Xian’s birthday was just a family together with grandparents and grandparents to celebrate. That's it. Lin Xian's original intention was that this year it would be the same. The family, together with Xiao Wanqing, would go out for a meal together to celebrate. But Zhou Qin upset her plan and said to her that this year is different. It is her adult birthday. With the happy event of her admission to Jingnan University this time, she discussed with Lin Zhan and planned to hold a big event. Invite friends and family to celebrate.

Lin Xian actually does not like friends and students who entertain their parents and elders, especially the family is full of teachers. Tao Liman is the world. From time to time, she is a table after table of brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts she doesn't know. This one pulled her to say a few words, and the other one asked her to ask two words, she had to nod her head and pretend to laugh and make all the gifts. After greeting a circle, she felt that she had to peel away.

On weekdays, she was embarrassed to tell her parents that those occasions are necessary, and those politeness, she should be thorough. But this is different. On her birthday, she really doesn't want to toss herself like that. So, she and Zhou Qin came and went to talk with each other, and finally convinced Zhou Qin that she only booked three or four tables in the hotel, and asked some close relatives and friends to celebrate together.

Zhou Qin did not directly go to school to pick Lin Xian home on Friday, but came to Xiao Wanqing specially, and invited Xiao Yunqing to Lin Xian's birthday party to celebrate her on Sunday. Before coming, Zhou Qin actually had some points in his mind, and Xiao Wanqing would still be unable to refrain from doing so. The circle is very small, and most of them are familiar with the Xiao family in the past. However, Zhou Qin inevitably has some hope. After so many years, people cannot always be bound by the past. She still hopes that Xiao Wanqing can gradually come out and be brave to face everything that has intersect with the past.

But Xiao Wanqing's face was as usual with a gentle smile, and in the end it was as usual as Zhou Qin had expected to quit: "Sister, I won't go anymore. I'll celebrate with envy when I wait for the new calendar." She low Eyes, seeing Lin Xian also biting her lip and looking at herself, she felt a bit lost, she reached out and rubbed her soft hair, and softly coaxed her, "I prepared a gift for you, then I will give it to you then. it is good?"

Lin Xianben’s eyes darkened by her refusal, the moment lighted up again, the tone of the hope and excitement that could not be concealed: "Okay." After she finished speaking, she was embarrassed by her indifference. I added a whisper: "It's okay without gifts."

Xiao Yuanqing had already known the girl's occasional right and wrong, but still raised her eyebrows slightly, teasing her with some seriousness: "Really? Can you not give it?"

Zhou Qin slaps on the back of Lin Xian's head and smiles at Xiao Wanqing: "You don't care about her, Xiaohua, what gift to give, how old are you, always treat yourself as a child and don't get used to her."

Xiao Wanqing didn't agree to Zhou Qin, but a pair of water eyes stared at Lin Xian, staring at the waves. Lin Xian stared at her water eyes, and their eyes also caught a smile. She raised her eyebrows and overbearingly said back to her: "You must not lie to you. But even if the gift is just a happy birthday, I will be very happy."

Xiao Yunqing reached out and gently scraped her nose, promising her: "Well, you will be deceived, there will be, I will keep it for you and wait for you to come back."

Zhou Qin sighed: "Xiaoxuan, you will get used to her and make you spend it again."

Xiao Wanqing shook his head and said, "Nothing, I am used to myself, and I feel happy when I see envy."

Lin Xian listened to her soft-spoken soft words, no one noticed in her eyes, and her eyes grew softer.

Lin Xian and Zhou Qin went out, and Xiao Wanqing sent them into the elevator before closing the door. She looked at the room that seemed to be suddenly quiet and empty, suddenly stunned, and then, as usual, went to work in the study.

She turned on the computer, checked the emails one by one, reviewed the manuscripts bit by bit, slender fingers, dancing around on the keyboard, sending out a burst of crisp and rhythmic "popping".

However, after a paragraph is knocked over, Xiao Yuanqing's fingers suddenly and quietly rest on the keyboard for a long time, and they no longer move...

I always feel that something is wrong...

Xiao Wanqing turned his head to look at the empty seat not far away, where there was no familiar girl.

Since Lin Xian first asked her for advice, she sat next to her. Later, it evolved into almost all the evening time spent in the study. Lin Xian stayed with her in this position beside her. Every time a small paragraph at the end of her work, she rested a little and rested her head, she always saw Lin Xian's eyes cast on her, and she showed thin white tusks towards her, and smiled lightly. Silent heartwarming tacit understanding...

Obviously, Lin Xian came soon, but unconsciously, she seemed to be used to such a life with Lin Xian beside her.

Now, this room, which should have been used to, is still and full of cold light, but it makes her feel a little uncomfortable and taste a bit lonely.

Xiao Wanqing couldn't help laughing, habit, really a terrible thing.

Her eyes glanced over Lin Xian's neatly tidy desktop and her eyes fell to Lin Xian's psychological play script that she brought back after school.

Xiao Wanqing rubbed his eyebrows, closed the computer, got out of the study and received a cup of hot water, stood next to the drinking fountain, and looked at the dark living room darkly, drinking the water slowly little by little. Then she went to the bathroom, washed her hands, returned to the study, and sat at the table again, reaching for the thin script.

Lin Xian mentioned to her that the theme of this psychological drama is elegant in terms of literature and art, but the essence is the old-fashioned gratitude. Lin Xian analyzed at the time that if it is easy to impress people and make the audience easily resonate, it should be close to life and reality. Nothing but family, friendship, love, the object is nothing more than parents and friends. Xiao Yunqing agrees that although these topics are old-fashioned, no matter how many years have passed, they have always been mainstream hotspots.

On this basis, Lin Xian put forward a deeper level of analysis. She said that during the competition, the judges are jointly served by the leading teacher of this school and the senior school sister of the School of Drama, but the judges’ scores are relatively heavier. . Therefore, she feels that most of the leadership teachers are relatively old. Relatively speaking, friendship and love may be more difficult to impress them, and family may have more advantages. In particular, most of them are now, and are playing the role of parents and children at the same time, it is easier to have a sense of substitution and resonance. So, she decided to write about the theme of gratitude to her parents.

She said that since she participated, she still had to go for the prize.

After Xiao Xuan's analysis and this sentence, Xiao Wanqing was a little surprised at first, and then deeply appreciated. At that time, she said: "Lin Xian, you can think of this level, and you have already won half of the game." She has published for so many years and understands the importance of market and audience positioning, and this importance , But not every fledgling contributor can realize it. Lin Xian was able to realize this, not only had he succeeded in the selection of the subject matter, but also, in the whole process of writing the script, he would unconsciously be inclined.

The truth is the same. No matter what you do, locate your target audience, understand it well, and do what you want. It is always easier to do more with less. However, young people are mostly proud and proud, and they are more willing to act with their own minds and disdain to do such kind of tunes. Lin Xian is as proud as herself, but what is valuable is that she also has self-knowledge.

But Xiao Wanqing still had to beat her, reminding her: "But on this topic, it is difficult to write new ideas, and it is difficult to make a difference. Most of them are futile."

It is said that Lin Xianmei and Yuyu are all young people's uninhibited complacency. She blinked and smiled fearlessly: "It depends on everyone's ability to pack old wine in new bottles."

"Ability..." Xiao Wanqing recalled the girl's melodious voice, murmured softly, and could not help softening her face.

She opened the cover of the script called "Father" and began to read it seriously.

The narration in the preface of the story is in Long Yingtai's "Watching". The so-called parent-child scene only means that your fate with him is to watch his back continuously and gradually away from this life and this life. You stand on this end of the path, watching him gradually disappear where the path turns, and, with his back, he silently tells you: no need to chase.

At first, as Xiao Wanqing expected, it was a common generation gap and contradiction between parents and children. The heroine of the story is a sophomore, and the family is also a model of strict father and motherhood in China. The mother is arrogant and arrogant to her daughter, and the father is reticent and harsh. With the growth of age, the father and daughter are almost speechless. When they talk, there is a strong smell of gunpowder.

In the first act, the daughter returned home on holiday. The parents carefully prepared a sumptuous dinner. The mother was busy all afternoon, but the daughter was busy chatting with friends on the mobile phone while eating, absently playing with the mobile phone while perfunctory eating, the father felt that the mother’s intentions were not After receiving attention, reprimanding and quarreling, the two shouted with their daughter throwing chopsticks, "I don't even have the freedom to play mobile phones at home?"

Then, after her daughter quarreled with her father and returned to school, she complained with her classmates and refused to go home for a long time. The mother called her daughter, and the father hinted that the mother turned on the speaker, carefully silently eavesdropping on her long-lost voice. He stabbed his wife and gestured to his wife to ask when the daughter would come back. He missed her. After his wife hung up the phone, his father sighed heavily and looked at the call log displayed a year ago. It was the only phone call his daughter made on his birthday after going to college.

In the third act, the mother secretly called her daughter, reminding her to remember to text her father on her birthday, and the daughter agreed. However, my father adjusted the ringtone of his mobile phone to the loudest level, and looked at the mobile phone once every few minutes. He waited until the end of the day and did not wait for his daughter's phone. Because my daughter went to the nursing home as a volunteer to visit the lonely elderly, and then joined the club activities at night, forgot.

The fourth act is that my father travels to the city where my daughter is going to college, and will stay there for one day. At noon, I want to take my daughter out for a good meal. Let my mother call her daughter, but the daughter is busy watching Korean drama with her roommate. As usual, I asked a few words about homely, but before talking about the key points, my daughter excuses me to go to the library. I have to go in for a review and hang up. After that, the phone turned off. On the second day, the father arrived at his daughter's school and called her daughter, hoping to have dinner with her, but the daughter said that she was now attending a classmate's birthday party outside and was inconvenient to walk away. The father asked her angrily, "Are you busy? "After a word of disagreement, the two began to quarrel again, and finally shouted at him with his daughter: "Aren't you going to eat by yourself?" Hang up the phone and finish. At noon that day, my father ordered a table at the restaurant outside my daughter's school. Finally, I sat for two hours without eating a bite and left.

That night, my father could not be rescued from poisoning due to a disulfiram-like reaction between cold medicine and alcohol on entertainment. When the chest tightness was difficult to breathe, he dialed the shortcut key 1 for the first time, and dialed his daughter's phone, but until he hung up, his daughter did not answer the phone... Then, he called 120 and forced himself out of the room The door fell to the door of the elevator...

In the hotel, my father bought a bag of fruit, small bread, milk, snacks, and she and her mother complained about the hot weather, and the small electric fan on the bed he bought for her... alone on the father's bed Scattered...

The daughter didn't see her father's last face, but the crying heartbreaker couldn't get the father to look at her again. She had never thought that leaving after the last quarrel would be a farewell. Her roar would be the last sentence she said to him...

She always thinks that he is not someone else, they always have unlimited time to wait to ease, no matter what, he will always stand behind and wait for her...

Reappearing in the past, it was her naive childish words as a child: "Dad, wait for me to grow up, I will give you..."

At the end of the story, it was written that we always thought that the world was big, the sky was blue, the road was long, and there was still a lot of time. But I don’t know, their world is small, the food is cold, the night is late, the two temples are pale, they have been waiting for your rare favor...

It turned out that some people who thought they would never go will one day leave, and you, you don't know, turned around that time, it was eternal...

An unpretentious story, but because of Lin Xian's delicate and touching writing, and so extraordinary and exciting, touching.

Xiao Yunqing's throat was almost painful, his nose was sour, and his red eyes were filled with crystal drops of water that had not yet fallen...

In her dim tears, she seemed to see that year, when she dragged her luggage and clenched her fists and turned around, her father's face turned green, and her mother's face was full of misery when she chased it out.

She had no fear at that time, and ran to the footsteps of her lover, so determinedly. Knowing that her parents love her, one day, they will make compromises...it's just a matter of time.

She recalled that her mother was finally covered in her arms, stained with blood and still warm. She always loved shrimp dumplings... Tears burst out of her eyes and wet the thin sheets of paper.

She reached out, tremblingly took out a small blue note sandwiched in the middle of the paper, and unfolded it. It was Lin Xianqing's elegant handwriting:

But he didn't blame her.

If you have regrets, just tell her not to regret.

Xiao Yuanqing bit her lower lip tightly, staring at the few short words on the note for a long time, covering her face with both hands, and finally cried out, crying so hard to restrain herself...

The author has something to say: Friends: Valentine's Day tomorrow~

Author Jun: Indifference, what does it have to do with me.

Lin Xianyao, Wu Yangwei, aunt Xiao Xiao.

Author Jun: My torch!