For The Rest of Our Life

I don't know how long after that, the splendid fireworks are finally full, the hustle and bustle recedes, and everything gradually returns to silence. The crowd seemed to be briefly quiet for a moment, and then everyone began to spread out with a laugh.

The loud roar passed, Lin Xian finally reluctantly put down his hands covering Xiao Wanqing's ears, and instead lightly clasped Xiao Xiaoqing's slender waist. She put her chin on Xiao Yuanqing's shoulder and poke gently gently, and again blessed piously in her ear: "Aunt Xiao, Happy New Year."

With warm hands leaving the pinna, Xiao Wanqing felt for a moment that the night breeze was cold, so cold that she inexplicably missed that temperature. She naturally stood up straight, left Lin Xian's arms, turned around, and gazed at Lin Xian with watery eyes, and smiled back to her: "Happy New Year."

Lin Xian bent his eyebrows and said playfully: "This is the first year."

Xiao Yunqing said with a doubt, "Yes?"

Lin Xian stretched out Xiao Xiaoqing's hand, put it in his bag, tilted his head, and there was a shining starlight in his eyes: "The first year we passed together, there will be a second year and a third year in the future , Many, many years."

Xiao Wanqing looked at her, her heart shimmering slightly. Then, it was just a change of thought, and the smile on her lips faded. She shook her head, like a normal elder half joking like a junior: "When the envy you grow up, there will be people who want to hold hands for the New Year together." She reached out and helped Lin Xian gently She was long and messy with long hair blown by the wind, low, with melancholy and low that she didn't even realize. If she laughed ridiculously, she laughed: "When you grow up, you will forget my old man Auntie..."

Lin Xian saw that in her warm eyes, there was a light flash of melancholy, and her heart hurt slightly. She tightened her hand holding Xiao Wanqing and just wanted to deny that she wouldn't. Shi Man and Xia Zhijin called out to them recently: "Aunt Xiao, envy, me and Jinjin are ready to go back. Do you want to go back?"

Xiao Wanqing exposed the inexplicable melancholy of Fang, and hung Wenrunruyu's smile, and asked Lin Xian, "Go back?"

Lin Xian frowned, pursed his lips, and swallowed what he didn't say. She glanced at Xiao Wanqing's clothes, her eyes narrowed, and agreed: "Well, go back. It's colder later, you wear too little."

Xiao Wanqing heard the words, warmed in his heart, smiled, turned his head to say hello to Wen Tong, and told her they were going to leave. She opened her mouth sideways and said softly: "Wen Tong, we..." Xiao Wanqing looked at the empty location around her, and where there was Wen Tong's figure, the ending faded away.

At this moment, Xiao Yunqing discovered that Wen Tong did not know when he was no longer around.

She asked Lin Xian: "Have you seen Aunt Wen gone?"

Lin Xian's eyes flickered, thinking that she and Wen Tong just looked at each other, and her heart sank slightly. She nodded and replied: "When I just saw the fireworks, Aunt Wen didn't know why, and suddenly turned away."

Xiao Wanqing frowned at Xiu Mei, somewhat puzzled and worried. Isn't Wen Tong the one who would leave without saying hello, what happened? She withdrew her hand from Lin Xian's hand, while taking the phone from her bag, while apologizing to Shi Man and Xia Zhijin who were standing aside waiting for a reply: "Zhi Jin, Manchu, or you go first, don't have to wait for us."

Xia Zhijin smiled lightly and said: "It's okay, let's go together, we also have to say hi to Manman." Then, she also took out her phone from the bag and handed it to Shiman.

Shi Man murmured: "What did she tell her to do specifically, she came in the driver's car, but didn't take us back in the car." Although she was reluctant, she also received the mobile phone and was shocked. Lan called.

Xiao Wanqing dialed Wen Tong's cell phone, and the bell rang for a long time, and no one answered it. When Xiao Wanqing thought Wen Tong would not pick it up, the phone was connected. Xiao Yuanqing immediately worriedly said, "Wen Tong, it's me, where are you?"

There was a silence on the other end of the phone, and Wen Tong's usual lazy and casual voice came over lightly: "I'm lost, are you coming to pick me up?" She didn't wait until Xiao Wanqing answered her. He laughed a bit and explained to Xiao Wanqing: "I just went to the bathroom, and when I came out, I met someone I knew at work. There was something wrong, so we went back to the hotel and talked in detail. I think you guys still have You may not hear the fireworks, so I didn’t call you first."

Xiao Yunqing didn't doubt that he was there, and he immediately calmed down and asked her, "I and Xian Xian are going to go back. Will you go back?"

Wen Tong pondered for a while and didn't know what to do. He suddenly coughed several times in a hurry, and then came back to her in a low voice, and said: "Well, I have booked a room before, and I am a little tired. I don't drive back. No need to wait for me, be careful on your way."

"Okay, then I and Envy will go back first." Xiao Wanqing paused for a moment, and thought of something, and then warmly urged: "It's cold at night, don't stand outside for too long, be careful and cool."

Lin Xian has been waiting aside, listening to Xiao Wanqing's phone call with his ears raised. I don't know, Wen Tong, will he say something to Aunt Xiao? When she heard that Xiao Wanqing was so intimate with Wen Tong, she couldn't help being sour and she begged her mouth. Shiman had already finished the phone call, and when she saw it, she put her arm around Lin Xian's neck and put a small face on Lin Xian's ear, teasing Lin Xian quietly: "I seem to smell sour."

Lin Xian looked across and gave Shi Manji an eye knife.

Xia Zhijin stretched out his hand and hugged Shiman from behind Shiman, pulled away the distance between Shiman and Lin Xian, and said warmly: "Don't make Envie unhappy.

Shi Manlai was in Xia Zhijin's arms, and suddenly his lips had a high arc. Her peach blossom eyes were full of tenderness, her side of her red lips slipped gently across Xia Zhijin’s jaw, and her small tongue licked quickly on the tender meat where her pointed jaw and snow-white neck meet, exhaling like: Zhijin, are you jealous?"

The warm and soft touch spread on the cold neck, like a small hot lava flowing through the iceberg, Xia Zhijin's body was slightly stiffened, his heart melted. She squeezed the immovable expression, and with a spoiled accusation, she said: "Full, don't make trouble." Crimson, but more honest than her expression, bit her cheeks.

Lin Xian looked at them numbly, envious of jealousy, and his heart was more stuffed.

Xiao Wanqing's phone end, but after hearing the instructions, it did not respond for a long time.

Xiao Wanqing was inexplicable, hesitantly called out: "Wen Tong?"

Wen Tong's voice responded softly to her: "Well, I am listening." She paused for another second, and suddenly called her a little hurriedly: "Xiao Yunqing..."

Xiao Yuanqing stretched her ears and waited for her below.

But in the end, he only waited for a gentle sentence: "Happy New Year."

Xiao Yunqing froze for a moment, then smiled back to her inexplicably: "Yes, Happy New Year."

After she received the phone, Lin Xian cared naturally: "What does Aunt Wen say?"

Xiao Wanqing actively took Lin Xian's hand and naturally put it in her side bag, and returned to Lin Xian: "She will not go back." She looked up at Shi Man and Xia Zhijin aside and greeted softly: "Let's go."

On the way out, the four of them chatted about the sky one after another. When another cold wind hit, Lin Xian suddenly stopped, untied her scarf, adjusted the length, split it in half, and wrapped around Xiao Wanqing's neck. She spread out the area of ​​the scarf, and skillfully circled it, not only surrounding Xiao Wanqing's slender porcelain white neck, but also covering Xiao Yuanqing's pointed chin exposed to the air. She grunted her lips, frowned, and implicitly nagged Xiao Wanqing: "When you go out, you are asked to wear a scarf. If you don't say there is no suitable clothes for you, you need to be graceful and not temperature. As a result, you see, now It's so cold."

Xiao Yunqing let her take care of her scarf carefully, and looked at the girl's bright facial features through the hazy night. Xu Yes, the night is easy to breed tenderness. She suddenly wanted to stretch out her hands, smoothing the small folds between the girl's eyebrows, and even wanted to trace the girl's heroic but charming Emei. Thin and soft, fluffy, probably, as soft and lovely as her people.

Lin Xian and Xiao Wanqing stared at each other, she could feel in a trance, Xiao Yunqing stared into her own eyes, the water glowing, soft and gentle.

Partial, some people are not interesting at all!

Shiman laughed with a thump, flirting with Lin Xian: "Lin Xian, you now look like the little housekeeper of Aunt Xiao."

Xiao Wanqing was awakened by the laughter, withdrew his divergent mind, heard the words, and carefully reviewed the tone of Lin Xian before he could not help laughing.

The energetic atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

Lin Xian saw Xiao Yunqing's eyes turn to be clear and clear, and the sense of loss was all over his limbs. She tightened her eyebrows and stared at the culprit, clenching her teeth: "Ahhh, when it's full, I'm going to kill you!"

Shiman hid behind Xia Zhijin and made a grimace towards Lin Xian without fear: "Come on, come on." She turned her peachy eyes and turned to Xia Zhijin while she was taking advantage of the situation: "Zhi Jin, I want one too Scarf." She saw Xia Zhijin playing scarf in her free time two weeks ago, and thought she would give her a New Year surprise. Who knows, until now, that scarf is still lying quietly in Xia Zhijin's drawer, not given to her, and I don't know if it was forgotten.

Xia Zhijin didn't touch it at all, and Qing Ling's voice was as usual: "I will accompany you to buy it in two days."

Shi Man bit her lip and looked at her for a while, then suddenly let go of her hand angrily and ran to Lin Xian's side, ignoring Lin Xian's violent beating on her, and hugged Lin Xian's arm.

Xia Zhijin only smiled helplessly when she was a child, approached Xiao Wanqing and walked side by side with her.

The street lamp, pulling the four of them, stretched their length, turned around the corner, and gradually shrunk to short, and finally, slowly integrated into one...

On the bank of the river, a middle-aged man in a black suit trot over, bent over and handed a silver lighter to the woman.

The woman's eyes lightly beckoned, and the man quickly walked to Wen Tong and offered the lighter to Wen Tong.

She smiled red lips at Wen Tong with a smile, her voice was low and sweet: "Return to you."

The burned smoke between the slender and pale long fingers was dropped lazily by her, and then she turned around gracefully, the slender long high heels and the sound of striking the ground, sounded crisply and gradually, gradually Going farther away...

The unextinguished flame was ruthlessly crushed and passed to silence.

The man followed her, picked up the cigarette butts on the ground, and quickly followed.

The graceful figure of the woman disappeared into the night with the sound of percussion.

Wen Tong silently looked at the cold lighter in the palm of his hand. Under the colorful lights, the word "hour" was engraved on the fuselage, as if there was silver light flowing...

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