For The Rest of Our Life

It was almost ten o'clock, and Xiao Wanqing was going home after all. Before leaving, she helped Wen Tong's fleshy water, carefully locked the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony, and turned off the ceiling lights of the balcony. Unfamiliar with the switch position of Wen Tong’s family, she accidentally turned off the living room lights. In an instant, the surroundings fell into darkness. Xiao Yunqing simply touched the phone, turned on the flashlight that came with the phone, and followed the light.

Suddenly, the flashlight seemed to sweep something, a silver light flashed her eyes.

Xiao Wanqing instinctively looked there, and saw that under the small aperture of the flashlight, it was the display cabinet beside the TV wall. The counter on the lower level of the display cabinet is filled with lighters of various shapes and matchboxes with different patterns. Arranged at the front is a silver metal lighter. Only then, it may have flashed her eyes.

Xiao Wanqing continued to move forward. When passing by, he stopped deliberately and stooped down to look at the lighter seriously.

The lighter body is carefully carved with a minimalist forest. When you look closely, you will find that the forest has lush trees, and the branches and leaves are scattered one after another, which outlines a striking "hour" in the center of the fuselage.

Xiao Wanqing felt that he was familiar. After a moment of thought, she remembered the special lighter suddenly.

This lighter, when she was shocked in the interview last year, was seen on the desktop of Shi Jinglan's reception room.

At that time, she followed Secretary Shi Jinglan into the door, and Shi Jinglan was standing in front of the window, spitting clouds and mist, her delicate face, hazy and misty in the smoke. Seeing her coming in, she turned around leisurely, pacing onto the sofa and sitting down gracefully, putting down the lighter in one hand, extinguishing the smoke between her fingers in one hand, and showing a warm and kind smile to her.

At that time, because Wen Tong liked to collect lighters, she could help Wen Tong pay more attention to seeing chic lighters. When I saw it, it looked like a lighter with ample materials and ingenious patterns. I couldn't help but looked at it twice.

Shi Jinglan found out, and pushed her generously in front of her, and asked her kindly: "My university actually studied art, which was designed by me when I was on vacation. I am also interested in lighters. ?" As a result, Shi Jinglan thoughtfully opened the process of their interview.

Xiao Renqing was so impressed that she was so approachable when she was interviewed, and so grieving when she handed in the manuscript, so that when she revised the manuscript, she kept recalling the smile at the time when she shocked and gritted her teeth. Therefore, she remembered the events of that time very clearly.

In this way, how can personal items be kept in Wen Tong's window?

Inexplicably, to the soul. Xiao Wanqing suddenly remembered that New Year's Eve, Wen Tong's sudden departure and the time when he happened to meet, and, a few days ago Wen Tong left with her before revealing that Shi Xing's time was named to want her to take office However, she refused the invitation with bright prospects and turned to Nagasawa, who was not familiar with her life.

Shi Jinglan, the legendary woman in Anjiang City, has had many rumors about her in the media over the years.

According to the more reliable news Xiao Xiaoqing has heard, it can be sorted out: Shi Jinglan-the youngest and only daughter of the generation at that time, who was a grandparent and the palm of his parents since childhood. It was the one who was most likely to have a good time. But at the age of 16, he firmly showed that he had no intention of doing business, and he wanted to study art alone. At the age of 17, he was admitted to the National First Academy of Fine Arts with the highest score in the province. When everyone thought that Shi's family was going to produce an art, when he was 19, he was shocked and suddenly eloped with a **** model. When Shi Jia became a laughing stock after tea and dinner in the upper class, he was so angry that when he published a newspaper, he broke off the relationship. . At the age of 23, Shi Jinglan suddenly returned to Shi's house with a 2 or 3 year old girl. Maybe it was his own flesh, and Shi's family accepted her return. Later, Shi Jinglan was under sarcasm and pressure. From the bottom staff of Shixing, the three older brothers were swept away all the way to the position of chairman of Shixing.

When she returned to Anjiang City at the age of 23, Shi Jinglan was devoted to her career and had no formal contacts with anyone. However, outside rumors, Shi Jinglan... men and women take all. In particular, after she got involved in the media, the scandals with male and female stars have never broken.

Xiao Yunqing speculates, Wen Tong, the person in his heart... Is it her? If it is her, it seems that it is quite in line with Wen Tong's favorite type of ability, ambition and good looks?

But, Wen Tong, isn't it straight? Moreover, Wen Tong, has He Jinglan known for many years? But she thinks about it carefully, Xinchao and Shixing should inevitably have business dealings. It seems that it is not impossible for Wen Tong to do business in the market.

She began to think about what she looked like when Wen Tong talked to her at that time. However, she was too immersed in her thoughts, and now when I think about it, all I have left is a vague impression. What I remember clearly is that on that day, Wen Tong's mood was like the sky of that day, covered with overcast clouds.

Xiao Wanqing straightened his waist, and Yu Guang inadvertently swept to the floor in the center of the showcase. There are a few photo frames. One of the photos in the photo frame is Wen Tong's family portrait, and the remaining few are themselves and her. Strangely, there is a photo frame, the photo is placed upside down, only showing a blank on the back, mounted in the photo frame.

For a moment, Xiao Wanqing wanted to reach out and take the photo frame and flip over the photo. She felt vaguely in her heart that perhaps, what was hidden in this special picture frame was the answer she couldn't think about right now, and what was hidden was that Wen Tong could not help but leave the city of Anjiang.

And the next second, she stopped her hand and stopped her curiosity.

Everyone has their own secrets that they don’t want to be known by others.

Like, she didn't dare to tell Wen Tong how she felt about Lin Xian. Wen Tong, unwilling to tell her about that person, always had her own hidden words.

She took back her eyes, turned off the flashlight, put on her shoes while touching the black, and left Wen Tong's house.

As a friend, she only needs to know what Wen Tong wants to let her know.

This is duty and respect.

She didn't know that in Changze City, Wen Tong was holding red wine and looking at the direction of Anjiang City. In her heart, hope, and fear, Xiao Yunqing opened the picture and found that she had stopped her secrets for many years.

When Xiao Wanqing returned home, it was close to eleven. She walked steadily towards the door of her house. In her heart, she was thinking bitterly, Lin Xian, maybe she was asleep?

Today... I haven't seen her all day.

well.

Not too good.

When she opened the handbag and was about to search for the key, the security door in front of her suddenly opened with a click.

Lin Xian's face with a sweet smile, with the warm yellow light in the room, was reflected in Xiao Yunqing's dark eyes.

Xiao Wanqing had no psychological preparation. When he saw this little face that he didn't dare to think about, he blinked and stared at Lin Xian. He didn't know what to do.

Lin Xian did not find Xiao Wanqing abnormal. She widened the door and turned sideways to let Xiao Wanqing come in and smiled with pride: "Listening to the footsteps, I know that it must be Aunt Xiao, you are back! Am I super witty!"

Xiao Wanqing's eyes closed slightly, and he calmed down his heartbeat that was suddenly so fast that he could find his reason. She walked into the door with her long legs and, like ordinary elders, warned her juniors with warmth and concern: "What if I am not a bad person? Don't be so rash next time, and pay more attention to safety at home at night. I bring The key."

When Lin Xuan entered the door, Lin Xian quietly wrinkled his nose and sniffed it carefully to confirm that there was no alcohol in Xiao Yunqing's body. She was more relieved in her heart, leaning back against the wall, watching Xiao Yunqing lean over and change her shoes, her hair slipped little by little, exposing the bright and long swan neck, her lips deepened with a smile, and she tilted her head and mischievously said: "If Outside the door is a bad guy, so I have to run him away, otherwise Aunt Xiao, you may come back at any time, what if you are scared by him?"

Xiao Yuanqing's shoe-changing movement paused, listening to the girl's naive joke, her heartbeat, and some irregularities. She bit her lip and didn't respond to the girl's words. Zhuang Ruo naturally shifted the subject and joked: "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet, be careful not to grow tall."

Lin Xian grunted and brought some grievances: "You didn't come back, I'm worried about you, I can't sleep." She paused and added intimately: "And, I worry about whether you have to drink too much for entertainment Drinking, if you are too tired to come back, don’t remember to drink a little sobering soup and get headache easily the next day."

Xiao Yunqing's heartbeat became more and more unorganized. She finally couldn't help but straightened up, staring deeply through the dark light of the entrance to the girl's pretty and inexplicably gentle face.

Why, can you always touch her heart so easily?

Xiao Yunqing's heart was sweet and astringent, and he was ashamed and annoyed.

She didn’t open her eyes and looked at Lin Xian no longer. She turned on the light in the living room and said quietly: “Don’t worry, envy, I didn’t drink at night. It’s too late, go to sleep, I’m a little tired, take a shower I went to bed."

Lin Xian looked at her slender and tired back. Originally, she wanted to ask her whether she was hungry or not. There was a sad cross in her heart, but after all, she still didn't want to bother Xiao Wanqing with so little thought for herself.

It's too late to eat. Moreover, the refrigerator has not been fresh for so long.

She will eat it up at noon tomorrow.

Discard if you can’t eat it.

Tomorrow evening, she can cook a new one for Aunt Xiao.

She raised her hand to turn off the porch light, laughed, and softly returned to Xiao Wanqing: "Okay, Aunt Xiao, then I'm going to bed, and you have to rest early."

After all, she glanced fondly at Xiao Wanqing, who was sitting on the sofa and turned back to her room. As she walked, she couldn't help but gather her palms lightly, placing it in front of her thin lips, exhaling for a long time, trying to exhale, haunting the depression all day long in her heart.

The next second, Xiao Wanqing unexpectedly screamed and stopped her: "Envy!"

Lin Xian stopped, turned around blankly, and looked at Xiao Wanqing inexplicably: "Aunt Xiao? What's wrong?"

Xiao Yunqing stood up all at once, and strode towards her in a stride, and could not care about the others. He reached out and gently held Lin Xian's slender wrist, watching the vaguely blood stained red band-aid, nervously asked. She said: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Lin Xian stared at her tight eyebrows and saw the tension in her eyes that were always peaceful and watery at the moment. It felt like there was a warm flow in her heart.

She stretched out her hand and tore up the band-aid, revealing the healed but still strikingly long blade for Xiao Wanqing, and calmed Xiao Xiaoqing softly: "When you cut the meat, you accidentally cut it. Don't worry, Aunt Xiao, a little bit, You see, it’s all healed."

Xiao Wanqing's focus is obviously different from hers. She bit her lip tightly and looked at the red blood stained knife-edge that almost covered the entire knuckle. Her heart was filled with pain, guilt, and annoyance. A heart, like being rolled over by a whole fairy ball, has a painful and long score.

If, if not, she lied to Lin Xian's busy work, Lin Xian would not cook and would not be injured.

If, if not, she lied to Lin Xian to work overtime, Lin Xian would not have to wait so hard now.

She is deceiving Lin Xian's feelings and consuming Lin Xian's feelings, right?

But, but...

She didn't mean it...

She slipped her fingers up, supported Lin Xian’s soft hands, and gently stroked her thumb on the intact skin five millimeters from the edge of the knife. The voice, with a slight tremor, asked the girl hard: "Also Does it hurt?"

Lin Xian trance felt that it was not her hand but her heart that was held in the palm of Xiao Wanqing's palm at this moment; it was not her finger that was gently stroked by Xiao Wanqing, but her heart that was warm and lively beating. This heart, under her caress, swept away the pain and sourness of the whole day, leaving only the soft ironing post.

She bent her eyebrows and tempted her sweetly: "Aunt Xiao, if you blow it, it might not hurt..."

Xiao Wanqing saw that in the girl's dark eyes, it seemed that there was a starlight flashing, and it seemed that there was a wave of water rippling. Touching and tempting.

Can't bear to refuse.

Also, unable to resist...

Xiao Wanqing's throat shook. For a long while, she lowered her head, lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered like a small fan, softly long, and blew a warm air against Lin Xian's index finger.

She raised her eyes, her eyes wet, and whispered to Lin Xian, "Does it still hurt?"

Lin Xian thought, no more pain.

So cute!

Life wants to give her!

I want to kiss her eyes. I really want to bite her...

She began to regret it, and if she had just told Aunt Xiao, it wouldn't hurt to kiss, would Aunt Xiao kiss her?

But hesitating for a moment, she still decided to close as soon as possible, but also distressed Xiao Wanqing's tiredness, and shook her head steadily, sweetly said: "It won't hurt anymore. Just tomorrow, don't worry." She withdrew her hand and changed her. Urged Xiao Guanqing to go to bed: "I'm going to rest, Aunt Xiao, you should go to bed and hurry up too soon. You have to get up early to work tomorrow."

Xiao Yuanqing stared at the suddenly empty five fingers, watching the red dots left after being stabbed by the fairy ball in his hand, and slowly put them down to gather. She gritted her teeth and pressed the red dot heavily with her thumb, pressing it out hard, but it was shallow enough to cause sober pain.

After a while, she narrowed her eyes and gently responded to Lin Xian: "Good, good night."