For The Rest of Our Life

Near noon, Xiao Wanqing and Lin Xian finally picked a sweater and a short skirt. The first floor of the shopping mall is the clothing area. After they plan to visit one or two more, they will go to the dining area on the third floor for lunch, and then arrange afternoon activities depending on the situation.

Passing a famous sports brand store, Xiao Yunqing suddenly pulled La Linxian's hand and motioned her to stop: "Envy, shall we go in and see?"

Lin Xian was unclear, so he looked at his other hand-held bag in a short skirt, and gently reminded Xiao Yunqing: "Aunt Xiao, should all be sports jackets inside?"

Xiao Yuanqing guessed that she misunderstood her meaning, and the thumbs held by Lin Xian gently touched Lin Xian's back, and smiled and explained: "We are not looking at the coat inside. I remember, you have two Both sneakers are from this brand. Let's go in and see if there are any new products you like this season."

Lin Xian froze for a moment, looking at Xiao Wan's bright and bright eyes, recalling the brand store she had just walked through, suddenly blessed to the soul, and suddenly realized that there was warmth flowing through her heart in an instant. This gentle woman who stood in front of her and smiled was always so considerate and caring. She silently remembered all her likes and dislikes. The food she didn't like to eat, she never saw it again after one time; her favorite drink, yogurt, always appeared in the refrigerator in time. She ran out of toothpaste, replaced her toothbrush, and replaced them with brands and varieties she was accustomed to...

She never said anything about it, but Xiao Wanqing knew it all, and remembered it carefully.

Now, even the brand she likes in shoes and clothes, it turned out that she remembered...

Xiao Yun’s lips were still laughing, and Lin Xian was still agitated: “Let’s pick a pair of sneakers first, and then, after a while, go to the l shop in front to see a boot that can wear your little skirt, OK?”

Lin Xian's eyes softened, he raised the corner of his lips, and shook his head gently, expressing rejection.

Xiao Yunqing's eyes flashed with doubt, and Wen Wen asked: "Envy, do you not like this brand anymore? Is it that your brand has become outdated recently among you young people? It's okay. Now, let's go directly to the front to see the boots."

Lin Xian stared at her, but shook her head: "Aunt Xiao, I don't want you to buy me shoes."

Xiao Wanqing's warm eyes were puzzled. She frowned, gently shaking Lin Xian's hand, and gently asked Lin Xian with a soothing voice: "What's wrong with Xian?" Child. She thought Lin Xian was polite.

Lin Xian narrowed her eyes and explained calmly: "Aunt Xiao, I used to watch TV series. When the hostess gave her boyfriend a birthday present, her friend told her that she couldn't send shoes." She paused, see Xiao Wanqing listened carefully, smiled briefly, and continued: "The meaning of giving shoes is to break up. Sending shoes, people will go."

Xiao Wanqing was slightly stunned. She unconsciously shook her head gently. She had never heard this statement, and she had never had such an idea.

Lin Xian raised her eyes, staring at her scorchingly, and said earnestly, word by word: "Aunt Xiao, I don't want to go, I don't want to be separated from you." The girl's tone was unusually determined and serious.

She punished pun, Xiao Xiaoqing did not understand. But she could see that the girl's expression seemed to be waiting for her answer, as if there were any unspoken words.

Xiao Wanqing's heart moved inexplicably under her strange burning eyes.

Envy, what are you talking about?

Lin Xian seemed to see her doubts. She held the hand of the clothing bag and gently squeezed it, and then she took a step closer to Xiao Wanqing. She bit her lip and fixedly looked at her, her voice was gentle, but her tone was firm: "Aunt Xiao, I don't want to go, I I want to stay to accompany you for the Chinese New Year." Her eyes are completely sincere and soft and tender.

Xiao Wanqing's heart moved as her soft and sincere words fell.

Lin Xian said that she wanted to stay with her...

For many years, she has become accustomed to a person, on New Year's Eve, from the first to the shadow of self-drinking, a drunken dawn, to the last, small porridge dispensing medicine, sleeps the dawn.

From the moment she pulled her luggage and resolutely stepped out of her parents’ door, she was destined to have no time for her family to be happy.

Unfortunately, at that time, she was too young.

She left her parents who loved her so decisively that she would not let her down at all. Because, she determined that they love her.

Her pace towards the person she likes was too firm, and he didn't hesitate at all. Because, she insists that Yan Jia loves her.

Then, that New Year's Eve that year, Yan Jia went home alone. She said that her parents were waiting for her at home. It was just one day a year, and she had to go back.

She was the only one, homeless, watching Yan Jia leave the table full of feast for her, Gu Ying pityed, and decided on her own. In the dark, the TV turned on until dawn.

Later, Yan Jia left. She is in a bad state, Wen Tong, has been helping her to contact her parents in private, as a peacemaker. Parents, after all, still love her. A few days before the New Year's Eve of the second year, my mother took the initiative to call her and said that she and her dad would come to the North District to visit colleagues, would it be convenient to go to her house and take a seat?

She was flattered and agreed. She dreamed that maybe she could have a family again on New Year's Eve this year.

But in the end, that day, they failed to step into the house that her daughter bought that she was excited to clean up and take care of for many days, which they had never lived with for a day.

Never before, not thereafter.

This life is impossible.

That year, she returned to her parents' home in the Southern District, facing New Year's Eve with two black and white photos.

After that, she never dared to go back there.

When she was a child, she promised them. When she grows up, she wants to buy a big house. Wherever she goes, she takes her parents wherever she goes.

Dad teases her, you won't think so when you grow up and get married.

She said, no, mom and dad will always be wherever they are.

When I was young, these two words were always easy to say.

At that time, Dad obviously didn't believe the look of her childish words, but between the eyebrows, there was clearly no doubt. She still felt wronged at that time, and she clearly said that sincerely.

After her parents went, she always remembered the past and felt like a knife.

I don't believe she is right.

I don't believe she is right.

Why, finally chose to believe her.

If you didn’t come to her, if you didn’t make a detour to buy what she liked, if not...

However, life has no if.

She thought that she was not qualified to enter the family where her parents left her.

How could she be eligible to go back there again and steal the past warmth that she once ruthlessly abandoned.

Every time during the Chinese New Year later, many colleagues and friends, even Zhou Qinlin Zhan, and their parents, distressed her alone, had invited her to go home for the holidays together, and she all refused them euphemistically.

That's not her home, it's when others should be happy, how can she be an outsider to disturb.

Moreover, the lonely and widowed person is her, and she deserves it.

This is the first time someone said, Xiao Wanqing, you and I go home for the New Year.

Instead, Xiao Wanqing, I don’t want to leave, I want to stay with you to celebrate the New Year with you.

After all, everyone has their own home, and who can abandon their home cruelly for her.

Yan Jia couldn't do it as a lover. As a friend, Wen Tong was able to invite himself to go home for the New Year every year.

Xiao Yunqing looked at Lin Xian's firm eyes and watched her thin lips squeeze tightly into a straight line, and her ever-bright face was a rare perseverance.

It is obviously a half-old child who has just grown up. At this moment, Xiao Wanqing is given the illusion that she is as calm as a hill and she can rely on.

Lin Xian... Xiao Yunqing silently meditated on the name silently in his heart. The nose is slightly sour, and the eyes are warm.

She gently sniffed her nose, clenched her teeth, and drew away the wetness in her eyes, approached the girl who stood opposite her in front of her, reached out, and gently brushed the messy fine ink for her. Afterwards, Zhuang Ruo naturally wailed her warmly: "What silly things are you saying, your parents, grandparents are waiting for you to go home for the New Year."

At the bottom of her heart, there was a moment of unbearable heartache, so that her nose was sour again, and the nasal cavity was gradually unable to breathe freely.

In those years, someone had done this, preparing her with delicious food and waiting for her. Her mother, always inquired about her several days before the school holiday, came back to want to eat, and told her that the family had ordered yogurt and milk for her and prepared small pastries. Her father always drove early and waited for her on the first day of school vacation. Obviously, returning home was only more than an hour's bus ride.

During the two years she was away, what year did they pass?

Xiao Wanqing's gentle tone gradually became sorrowful, because of the nasal cavity's inability to breathe, and with a slight nasal voice: "Envy, someone waiting for you to go home for the New Year is a very good thing, don't, let them wait Don’t let them down,” she said. “Just like the psychological drama you’ve written wants to express, cherish it.”

Lin Xian's lips twitched tighter, and in his eyes, Xiao Yunqing couldn't distinguish the somber complex. She seemed to be restraining nothing but holding Xiao Xiaoqing's hand unconsciously with her hand, which made Xiao Wanqing feel painful, revealing a little bit of her emotion.

"However, Aunt Xiao, you are also the one I want to cherish." The girl's voice is different from the clear and sweet ears of the past, and it seems to squeeze out of her throat.

Xiao Wanqing's breath was slightly suffocated, and his heartbeat became inexplicably disturbed in an instant, sour. She subconsciously went to look at Lin Xian's eyes, looking for the window that most easily revealed people's true emotions.

But Lin Xian lowered his head and closed his eyelids, leaving Xiao Wanqing with a vaguely tight lip line.

The next second, Lin Xian raised his head, his eyes slammed into Xiao Wanqing's eyes. In her eyes, the mist was heavy, but she was vaguely sincere and serious, just like, that night, a long time ago, she asked her: "Aunt Xiao, if you look for someone in the future, can you show me first, I will help you Check it?"

This time, she asked her: "Aunt Xiao, do you still believe that there will always be someone in the future who will hold your hand, walk through the wind and rain, and spend every festive season with you."

Xiao Yunqing looked at her, looked at her endless pedestrians, and looked at the glass window, a pair of shoes of different colors, inexplicably lost.

Here, it seems inappropriate to talk about this topic.

The girl is not reluctant, she looks like a torch, her bravery and her charming eyebrows are tightly locked, and she prays to her seriously: "Aunt Xiao, that person just came a little late. She must be sad too, let you wait It’s been so long. After that, if it’s her, stay here, don’t you push her away, OK?”

The warm sun in the afternoon outside the transparent dome of the shopping mall finally turned away the overcast clouds and shone the earth. The light hits Lin Xian through the glass and gives her a dim warm light. The girl's eyes were dark and deep, and her nose was sharp and straight. Under the light, the edges were feathered and almost white.

Xiao Wanqing had already determined that no one would come.

She has long been waiting for no one.

Only a child will believe that there is always someone who is destined to take you out of the abyss.

Only children can do this, naively want to use one of their own, full of anticipation and longing for the world to warm a heart that has been cold and late.

But Lin Xian stared at her and said so vowedly and eloquently, so that she suddenly could not say the refusal and the denial.

That day, she answered Lin Xian: "You will know when you grow up."

But she now thinks that Lin Xian will not know when she grows up. She is just like that now. Always young, always passionate.

Even if it was to lie to her, let her be at ease. Xiao Wanqing told himself. She heard her voice and violated all her previous beliefs, and promised the girl: "Okay."

So she saw that Lin Xian's eyebrows were stretched, her lip corners were lightly bent, and she smiled slightly.

She smiled clearly and warmly, like the spring breeze in March, and the snow and ice disappeared.