For The Rest of Our Life

Xiao Wanqing looked too devoted and did not know how long it had passed. When she recovered, she found that Xia Zhijin and Shi Jinglan on her right had disappeared, leaving only two empty seats.

Do you only watch shows that are full of time? Xiao Wanqing lamented.

Also, she was surprised by her real-time alarm. In an interview, they also dealt with a little bit about family issues. At that time, Shi Jinglan said with a smile that she was owed to her daughter, and the amount of time they could meet each year was rare. Fortunately, her daughter was independent and did not worry her much.

Xiao Wanqing thought of the time when he was full, and under the busy negligence of the time, he did grow up very well. She thought again and thought of Xia Zhijin's skillful performance in the kitchen that day, speculating, maybe there was some credit for Xia Zhijin in it?

I don't know what role Xia Zhijin played in their house. Xiao Wanqing smiled and shook her head. When did she gossip like this?

After two more shows, the phone in Xiao Wanqing's bag suddenly vibrated wildly. When she opened the bag and took out her phone, the vibration had stopped, and the caller ID informed her that she was her assistant. Xiao Wanqing was hesitating. When he wanted to go out and get a call back, the phone screen turned on again, and the assistant called again.

Generally speaking, if there is nothing very important, and if you don’t answer, the other party will send a thoughtful text message to her, telling her what to look for, and let her call back when it is convenient for her. Now, she dialed two calls.

Xiao Yunqing's heart sank, fearing something urgent.

After a little thought, she hung the DSLR around her neck and carried the bag, feeling the black, the cat on the waist, and quickly walked towards the theater and opened a small half of the back door.

Out of the door, Xiao Wanqing looked around, went straight to the second floor, and pushed the door into an open-air rooftop. She found a corner of no one and called the assistant's phone.

Sure enough, there was a temporary problem at work.

The magazine was planned by her as early as two months ago, and a salon was to be held two days before Christmas. In this salon, industry colleagues are widely invited, and the main purpose is to exchange and discuss the development and integration points of the paper media era and the network media era. At that time, they had already booked and successfully contacted the four speakers.

Now, the assistant received a notice from one of the keynote speakers that there was a temporary accident and there is no way to come next week. Xiao Wanqing was the master planner of this salon. As soon as the assistant received the news, he hurriedly asked her. Now, is it temporarily changed to three speakers, or is there a way to find another speaker to save the scene?

If there is a sudden reduction in the number of keynote speakers, then many subsequent relevant links of the salon will have to be revised accordingly, and the amount of engineering will be huge.

Most importantly, time is really tight.

Xiao Wanqing leaned back against the wall, raised his hand to support his forehead, sighed, and warmly consoled his assistant: "Temporarily follow the original plan, I will contact you again at night, and I will give you an answer tomorrow."

In fact, the time is so tight, if the relationship is not good, who would be so hurriedly prepared to panic play?

There is no other way, Xiao Wanqing had to send Wen Tong a message for help.

Wen Tong is now working for Xinchao, one of the domestic information media giants, as director of the marketing department of Anjiang District. In terms of seniority, speaking with the speaker who was previously contacted is equivalent.

Xiao Yuanqing and Wen Tong have known each other for many years, and have always felt that it is best to get along with friends. It is still pure. Don't involve too many things related to work interests. Therefore, although there are many overlapping areas in their work areas, there are many interpersonal networks that can be shared, but unless Wen Tong takes the initiative, she never wants to trouble Wen Tong.

This time, it was really a last resort.

Fortunately, shortly after her text message was sent, Wen Tong readily replied and agreed to her, and asked her to call her at a later time. They talked in detail on the phone.

However, Wen Tong also mentioned a condition. Wen Tong said Xiao Xiaoqing had booked her one-night salon time plus a few nights of preparation time. Does she have to compensate her for at least one night?

Xiao Wanqing looked at the reply, his eyebrows loosened, and he smiled dumbly. Wouldn’t it be too special anyway? There was a gentle smile flowing in her eyes, but she reluctantly replied to Wen Tong: "Okay, I'll pay you."

Smiling, she took her phone, put it in her bag, and returned along the same path. Suddenly, her Yu Guang suddenly swept to a familiar figure, and suddenly her feet stagnate.

Xia Zhijin was sitting on the narrow balcony pier, staring up at the deep night. Her always cold and quiet face is the loneliness and depression that Xiao Yunqing can see at a glance.

Xiao Wanqing slammed his hand against Bao Bao's hand, his heart tightened, and immediately turned his direction, walking lightly towards Xia Zhijin.

She stood behind Xia Zhijin, quickly wrapped Xia Zhijin in her arms with both hands, and softly cared also reminded her: "How to sit here? Too dangerous."

Xia Zhijin was suddenly touched, but he didn't have the slightest fear of being surprised after being scared by Xiao Wanqing. She slowly turned her head to look behind her, with a dull look. She clearly saw Xiao Wanqing, but only slightly condensed her eyes, and said lightly: "It's Aunt Xiao..." Then, the girl turned her head back again, looking dreamily A dark night sky without a star.

Xiao Wanqing felt that her emotions were wrong and she was even more afraid to let go. She lowered her head softly and approached the girl, coaxing her: "The night wind is so big here, it's easy to catch cold, shall we come down first?"

The girl was silent and did not respond to her.

When Xiao Wanqing hesitated to coax her again, Xia Zhijin suddenly leaned back and completely handed over to Xiao Wanqing. She leaned into Xiao Wanqing's arms thoroughly, smiling quietly, and asked Xiao Wanqing: "Aunt Xiao, you said, poverty can really bend a person's spine. Poor people are not qualified to dream. Is it right?"

She clearly asked with a smile, and the voice gradually choked with tears in the middle of her words.

Xiao Wanqing was stunned by the sadness and despair in her tone. For a time, besides holding her tighter, she blurted out and denied "No". She didn't know how to answer her, and she was more comforting.

"Being a human being, it's boring..." The girl's voice was clear and cold, revealing the vicissitudes of life that were incompatible with her age. She seemed to see the cruelty of her destiny in a flash.

Just now, Shi Jinglan watched Shiman's performance and signaled Xia Zhijin to come out with her. Sitting opposite each other on the empty table set on the quiet open-air balcony on the second floor of the theater, Shi Jinglan gently said to her, "You and Shiman together."

Is it funny?

She was desperate to push out her favorite people because she was worried that she and Shiman would be unacceptable and sad, and Shiman complained that she didn't understand the cold words and her heart was broken. The person she had been worried about, but told her gently: "You are with her, don't care about me."

For a moment, she was overjoyed, thinking that the **** of luck had finally favored her once; thinking that barren and desolate as in her life, she could really be happy once again.

However, in the next second, Shi Jinglan's calm and deep implied voice cruelly broke her fantasy and even her self-esteem and pride in recent years.

Shi Jinglan said: "Manman always likes you very much. If you don't accept her, she will just keep making trouble if she doesn't want to open it. In recent years, because of you, she has been obedient. You should help your aunt, don't let her She was so sad that she would play with her."

"However, when the children are playing with each other, don't take it seriously." She looked at Xia Zhijin lightly and said deeply, "You understand what Auntie means."

Xia Zhijin looked up incredulously at this woman she never really knew. She touched her cold implied eyes, and she couldn't help shivering in a flash.

There was some chaos in her mind, and when she looked at it, there was no words for a long time.

Shi Jinglan has lost patience: "I still have a video conference behind me, so I'll go first." She stood up, pressed a check onto the table, and tossed aside like: "Take your grandma Pick it up with your sister." Then, she left.

Xia Zhijin stared blankly at the six-digit check on the table. For a long time, she suddenly laughed lowly, her tears dripping down...

Xia Zhijin, how unrestrained and amorous do you dare to treat others as half mothers to admire and love? I still think that she is kind and distressed. You have been helping you and even let you live in the house. I also wished that if I were with Shiman, I would give her a double blow.

What are you? Who gave you cheeky and courage?

Is a tool used to control and satisfy other people's daughters, actually, consider themselves as a dignified person who can sit on par with others?

After accepting the money and letting you eat, play and study with you, you will do the right thing.

Now, let you collect money to sleep with, what qualifications do you have to resist cold heart?

You owe it to others.

Ah……

Also, what do you think? People who are struggling to eat, drink, and eat three meals have the qualifications to think of so-called feelings, so-called love.

Is it too naive...

"Aunt Xiao, I'm real. I like outdated ones." Xia Zhijin suddenly retracted his legs hanging out and turned back to face Xiao Wanqing, his eyes bright and clear, as if he could illuminate the night sky.

Xiao Wanqing clasped her thin, slender back with her hands, and responded gently to her: "Yes, Shiman is really lucky."

Xia Zhijin shook his head and regretted his loss: "But no one will know and no one will believe it in the future."

She jumped down and landed on the ground steadily, buried her head in Xiao Wanqing's arms and thanked me dumbly: "Thank you, Aunt Xiao." Then she turned away and her face was always cold and calm. Yun Danfeng was light and said to Xiao Wanqing briskly: "Let's go down, we should be about to award the prize."

She turned around, her figure very thin, so proud, and so fragile.

Xiao Yunqing stared blankly, suddenly stopped her loudly: "Zhi Jin!"

The girl turned around and looked at her suspiciously.

Xiao Yunqing frowned, rarely serious, and his voice was low: "Zhi Jin. One cannot choose one's origin, but one can choose one's life."

Xia Zhijin heard the words and smiled slightly, but it was like a bloom in the dark night, fleeting: "There is no choice in life."

Xiao Yunqing's heart tightened suddenly, like a thin and dense needle, and suddenly plunged into her heart.

That day, when Yan Jia gave up on her and turned to leave, she also told her: "Xiaohua, I have no choice."

Maybe it’s not people, it’s destiny?

It is destiny, and they have no other choice.

When I went back, as Xia Zhijin expected, the competition was already awarding.

Lin Xian's class steadily received the first prize locally. Xiao Wanqing was under the stage, smiled and took a photo of Lin Xian, and even took the photo, sent a happy news to Zhou Qin.

After the game ended, Xiao Wanqing was waiting for Lin Xian. Lin Xian's classmates saw Xiao Wanqing had a SLR and asked if Xiao Yunqing could help them take some pictures. Xiao Yunqing didn't hesitate, and was so temperamental that he took the trouble and complained. He became the exclusive photographer of Lin Xian's class and helped them take several pictures with different shapes on the Avenue of Stars outside the theater.

The classmates were still excited, and the meaning was still unfinished, pulling other postures, but Lin Xian felt distressed.

She seemed to inadvertently help Xiao Wanqing to put the DSLR in her bag and say goodbye to everyone: "It's not too early, you go back and wash and prepare for a rest. Everyone is gone. I will export the photos and send them to you. "

It's really early. After seeing this, everyone took their interest in it. They said goodbye to each other and dispersed.

On the way back, they walked leisurely on the deserted boulevard, leading to the parking lot.

Xiao Wanqing was somewhat strangely silent, Lin Xian was still immersed in the game just now, and he kept talking excitedly.

"Aunt Xiao, I think the overall repertoire quality of our School of Finance and Economics is better than that of the School of Business Administration, do you think?"

Xiao Wanqing responded lightly: "Well." In fact, she didn't see any of the following plays.

"Look, the storyline where the School of Business Administration won the first prize, I don't think it's reasonable to set logic and people."

"Well, is it?" Xiao Wanqing responded casually.

Lin Xian finally found out that Xiao Wanqing was not right. She took Xiao Wanqing's hand, stopped, and looked at Xiao Wanqing, her eyes scorching: "Aunt Xiao, what are you thinking?"

Xu is the light cast by the high street lights on both sides is too warm, or the loneliness after the bustling and bustling is fragile, or, Lin Xian’s makeup that has not been removed at this moment is too mature and confusing, let Xiao Wanqing relax In order to be alert, I had the desire to discuss with her.

She asked the question that had been haunting her since long ago: "Lin Xian, do you believe in destiny?"

Lin Xian stunned slightly, and smiled slightly. She wanted to ask why Xiao Yunqing suddenly asked this question, but in a moment, she resolutely answered Xiao Wanqing: "I don't believe it."

Xiao Yunqing looked at her resolute and determined expression and smiled lonely: "I didn't believe it before. But the older I grew up, the more I felt that people are alive in this world, there are too many helplessness, involuntarily. It seems, Sometimes, the road is not our own, but a pair of unknown hands, pushing us to a path that we cannot choose. You said, is this not destiny?"

Just like, Yan Jia chose to give up, Xia Zhijin chose to succumb, and she chose to close her self and dared not love or hate.

Lin Xian looked at her calmly, still shaking her head firmly and disapprovingly: "This is not, I don't believe it."

She said: "Sometimes you always like to blame fate and impermanence for everything unsatisfactory, but in fact, everything we have experienced and what we are experiencing now are not the choices that each of us makes. The result? If there is destiny, then does destiny really give us a choice? No, we dare not choose ourselves, and are unwilling to bear the consequences of choice. Those who are willing to do so are called choices, and those who are unwilling to do so are called destiny, Is this unfair to fate?"

"Aunt Xiao, I don't believe in fate, I only believe in myself. Only once in life, only myself can make my own decision."

The dim light of the street lamp cast on the girl's young and confident face, the girl shone brightly and shook her heart.

Xiao Yuanqing gazed at Lin Xian for a long time, and finally looked, moved his brows, and the depression gradually dissipated.

She reached out and gently scraped Lin Xian's nose, full of compassion, and said softly: "Lin Xian, I hope you can always be the exception."