For The Rest of Our Life

The night is as cold as water, and there is no entertainment in the small mountain village. After nightfall, there is silence except for the occasional barking of dogs.

Xia Zhijin and her grandmother sister had dinner together. They watched the conversation with her grandmother after watching TV. They watched the grandmother take medicine and fell asleep, and left the house. She was sitting alone in the open space in front of the low room, tiredly sitting on the wooden chair where grandma often sits, staring up at the night sky dreamily, her eyes dark...

Ears seemed to be ringing again and again. When mother was alive, she told her words in front of the hospital bed: "Zi Jin, we are human beings, we need to know the good news, and you must repay your aunt well in the future."

But mom, you didn’t tell me at the time, it turned out that money is easy to pay, and kindness is hard to pay. Love debt, is it also necessary to pay for it?

I don't know how long it has passed, there is a sudden sound of footsteps around me, and then a small bench fell beside her. Her sister, Xia Zhiqi sat down on the small bench and grinned sideways at her.

Xia Zhijin pursed his lips with a faint smile and whispered casually: "Has the homework been done?"

Xia Zhiqi nodded: "Well, I'm done, and I've got a preview." She finished, paused, and stopped talking: "Sister, you..."

Xia Zhijin glanced at her, wondering: "Well?"

Xia Zhiqi licked his lips and reached out to gently hold Xia Zhijin's hand. His face was obviously worried, and he said warmly: "Sister, do you... do you have any concerns?" Although Xia Zhijin came back this non-holiday day, explaining It was because the school sports had a holiday. However, she could see that when she came back this time, Xia Zhijin had something to worry about, and her brows and eyes were full of tiredness. Her sister was originally a non-speaker, and this time, she couldn't say a few words in a day.

She rested her head on Xia Zhijin’s shoulder, and the voice also carried some young girls: “Sister, you don’t have to do so much work every month, send so much money back, my grandma and I used it so much at home, Grandma is just saved, you keep it for your own use. I thought about it. When I was in the high school in the exam, we rented a house, took my grandmother together, and lived together. You can do part-time work as well as tuition and living expenses. We can all rely on ourselves. Sister, when I grow up, I will try to make a lot of money and pay back the aunts when I owe you. You don’t have to be so big. Stress, will you put everything on yourself?"

Xia Zhijin rubbed Xia Zhiqi's forehead gently with her face, distressed and reassured her understanding: "You are still young, don't think so much, tuition and living expenses are not things you have to consider." She paused, remembering the piece Pressed by her at the Shi family, the cheque under the books she had recorded for many years, clenched her teeth, took a deep breath and asked her sister: "Zhiqi, do you want to... go to the city earlier with grandma to live?"

"I don't want to." The girl answered her without thinking. She didn’t know what she thought of, and the tone was transparent and mature that did not match her age: “Sister, it doesn’t matter where we live, what kind of ability, what kind of life. I just want you to live relaxed and free . If her mother is still there, she must also hope so."

Xia Zhijin pressed his forehead gently against Xia Zhiqi, closed his eyes, and sullenly said: "Zhiqi, thank you." She said softly: "After two years, I will pay off my aunt when we owe, and we will relax easily in the future. , To live freely, okay?"

"Okay," the girl answered happily. She didn't see a tear in the corner of Xia Zhijin's eyes quietly slipping away, hidden in the night.

In the salon held by Xiao Wanqing magazine two days before Christmas, Tou Wentong's blessing, despite the temporary change of a keynote speaker, was still a great success and had a good response.

After the salon ended, Xiao Wanqing and Wen Tong went downstairs together and went to the parking lot to pick up the car. Xiao Wanqing once again thanked Wen Tong for his rescue. Wen Tong smiled innocently, took a stack of business cards from the bag, and shook in front of Xiao Wanqing, saying: "Come on, don't be polite, not necessarily me Thank you so much. I just wanted to change jobs, and I don’t necessarily have a chance inside."

Xiao Yunqing froze for a moment, and was a little surprised: "Jumping job? Is it... Have you encountered a bottleneck in your work recently?" Frankly speaking, the letter wave of Wen Tong's employment is the best platform in Anjiang City, and all treatments are in the industry. It's pretty good. But one thing is not good, is that it is more busy and tired, and the interpersonal relationship is more complicated.

Xiao Wanqing, who was employed here when he first graduated. But it was still because she could not accept such a high-intensity of overwhelming entertainment and the complicated interpersonal environment that made people seem to be unable to get a breath for a while. Finally, she chose to leave. The salary and development that came to her current position are relatively inferior to the tide, but it will be easier. Magazine agency.

But Wen Tong is different. Wen Tong adapts well in Xinchao. In fact, from a certain perspective, Wen Tong and her are completely different people. In fact, she has not had too much ambition and too many ideas about work. Compared with the development of work and the social status that she can bring, she values ​​the comfort and stability of life more. And Wen Tong, she has always had ideas, and for work, she has always had her own clear plans and goals. Compared with the easy life, Wen Tong is more willing to give up part of his life for promising work. Wen Tong has always been optimistic about the platform of Xinchao, so among those who joined the job at that time, she was the only one who persisted from graduation to the present, and worked hard step by step to the present position.

Now, she actually said she was leaving, Xiao Wanqing was somewhat lost.

Wen Tong stepped on the high heels leisurely, tickled his red lips, and the wind lightly said: "Well, Xinchao, there is no room for me to move up to promotion. I should consider taking me one step closer to my ideal of life. "She turned her head, looked at Xiao Wanqing, and said with a smile: "Don't say this, is there any arrangement for Christmas Eve tomorrow? Have a meal together?"

"Is that what you said, compensate you for one night?" Xiao Wanqing calmed his thoughts and quipped.

"That's not true." Wen Tong looked at Xiao Wanqing with dissatisfaction, and said, "I can't have an appointment with you if I'm fine? Can't I get you without compensation? Xiao is busy."

Xiao Wanqing thought of Lin Xian, and he bent his eyebrows involuntarily, and answered Wen Tong said: "Really. I have an appointment tomorrow night. Let's change the day."

Wen Tong's face changed slightly, his eyes suddenly sharpened: "Who is it?"

"Envy..." Xiao Wanqing said casually.

"Oh, envy." Wen Tong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. She stretched her eyebrows and said generously: "Okay, then I won't grab the aunt with the children. I'll book another time, just book your New Year's Eve. Let's go to the Wanquan Villa in the suburbs to take a hot spring, I heard that there will be a fireworks display." She expected that Xiao Wanqing's mouth would be rejected, and she added undoubtedly: "This is compensation!"

Xiao Wanqing's words, "I'm not going anymore", was strangled just after spinning on the tip of the tongue. Silently, she frowned, but reluctantly agreed: "Okay."

Wen Tong heard the words and softened his eyebrows with satisfaction. She couldn't help reaching out and gently poked Xiao Wanqing's cheek and smirked: "You're reluctant but take the look that I can't help, I haven't seen it for a long time, I really miss it."

Xiao Wanqing gave Wen Tong a helpless glance, snorted softly, turned around and walked straight forward: "If it's okay, I'll go first, enviously waiting for me at home."

Wen Tong stood on the spot, looking at the back of Xiao Wanqing's unrelenting departure, with deep eyes full of tender tenderness and faint sorrow. For a while, she followed slowly, and spoiled herself and said, "Always like this, kill the donkey..."

On the way back, Xiao Yunqing couldn't help but think of Wen Tong's idea of ​​leaving Xinchao.

So, will the last person who sticks to it also leave?

She stared at the bustling car outside the window, her lips, a wry smile.

At that time, the three of them joined the letter of the letter on the recommendation of their tutors. On the night before they started, they together in the rough room rented by Wen Tong, chatting about wine and talking about the future as if they were still vivid.

At that time, Wen Tong said that her ideal in life was to fight for the workplace, accumulate experience and contacts, and later, she would run a magazine. She joked that her generation of farmers, relying on her to turn over.

Yan Jia said that her ideal in life is to work hard to make a lot of money, which can support them to go their own way without interference. After retirement, they will travel around with Xiao Wanqing to see this lively world.

She smiled and said that her life ideal is the same as Yan Jia.

Yan Jia kissed her cheek happily, Wen Tong gently "cut" with disdain, like the anger of a single dog, and said: "After fifteen years, see who will realize first!"

It turned out that a blink of an eye had passed so many years...

It's a pity that Wen Tong hasn't arrived in fifteen years. As always, he never forgets...

And her beginning, and her end?

Ah……

Back home, Xiao Yunqing had just opened the door and saw that the living room was not the dark paint she had been familiar with for many years. There was dim yellow light, which was refracted layer by layer and penetrated through.

Lin Xian left her a lamp.

Xiao Wanqing was warm in her heart. She sat down and changed her shoes, and just walked a few steps inside. Lin Xian stepped on the cotton mop, wearing short-sleeved shorts and pajamas, and ran into her sight. "Aunt Xiao, are you back? How is the salon?"

She seemed to have just crawled out of the bed under the bed. Her hair was fluffy and messy, and she was a little cute. Xiao Wanqing stared at her, her eyes softened. She loosened her shoulders and took off her jacket neatly, covering her thin shoulders. She moved her gently to help her gather, and said, "I'm disobedient and ran out without a coat."

Obviously the words of the lesson, the tone, but full of gentle and spoiled. Lin Xian looked at Xiao Wanqing's smiling eyes and felt Xiao Wanqing's warm body temperature, and passed it to his body bit by bit, his heart softened and soft.

Xiao Wanqing looked at her like she was so cute that her wet big eyes were so cute that she couldn't help but scrape her nose gently. Then she turned around, took the cup on the bar, and received the water in front of the water dispenser, while answering Lin Xian said: "The salon is very successful, your aunt Wen really helped a lot."

Having said that, she received the water, and while walking back, she unbuttoned the second button of the shirt, exposing her long, slender neck, and a small white, looming plump ditch...

Lin Xian stunned and sat down on the back of the sofa, his eyes moving as Xiao Wanqing walked around. She bit her lip, her hands unconsciously gathered around her, and also carried Xiao Wanqing's sweet fragrance, Xiao Wanqing's coat that gradually merged with her body fragrance, her throat rose, and she couldn't help swallowing.

Xiao Wanqing felt nothing. She grasped the water glass in one hand, supported the elbow on the bar with one hand, leaned on the bar half, and drank two sips of water secretly, a thoughtful look.

After a while, she suddenly looked up at Lin Xian, and whispered to her, "Envy, have you ever thought about what your ideal life is like?"

Lin Xianzheng was addicted to Xiao Wanqing's rare handsome and **** appearance, and his heart beat like a drumbeat. He was suddenly asked by Xiao Wanqing and froze for a moment. She straightened up and calmed down before answering: "I don't know if I thought about it. In fact, although I chose the major of finance, I didn't particularly like it, but my parents all thought that it was more promising to study this major. , I think it seems like this, so I listened to their suggestions." She paused and tilted her head to continue: "In fact, the life I envisaged was probably working hard and saving enough money before the age of forty. Let parents live a worry-free life, retire early after the age of 40, find a remote and secluded small town to settle down, live a simple and quiet life, take a walk, walk a dog, write a small story that you want to write, and spend the rest of your life."

She never told anyone else about this. Because she said to Zhou Qin before, Zhou Qin laughed that she was still young, so she was too idealistic. After the age of forty, she started a family and started a family, and she has a family, where can she live in seclusion. Yan Huan also laughed at her, everyone thinks so, but do you think you can retire at the age of forty?

But she knew that Xiao Wanqing would not laugh at her.

There is a person in this world who knows the world but not the world. This is the description that Lin Xianmin thought of Xiao Xiaoqing long after thinking.

She always feels that Aunt Xiao also has this pure idealistic taste-they can always dream up and do it very well.

She pursed her lips and asked Xiao Yunqing glaringly, "Aunt Xiao, what about you?"

Xiao Wanqing looked at her eyes, as if there was a shallow gentle water rippling, with some expression she could not understand. For a while, she pondered: "I'm like you..."

In fact, Yan Jia's dream is not her dream. Because Yan Jia likes to be lively, she is willing to take Yan Jia as her own dream.

But that was not her ideal life.

She put down the cup, walked to Lin Xian's body, reached out and gently rubbed Lin Xian's soft and fluffy black hair, and whispered softly: "Lin Xian, if you were born a little earlier, after retirement, we may not necessarily be very What about good neighbors." Her tone was like joy and regret.

Lin Xian murmured and said: "I can do it now."

Xiao Wanqing just smiled faintly, without speaking.