For The Rest of Our Life

After the beginning of spring, the phenomenon of short days and nights began to slowly change towards the average length of day and night. At 6:30 in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the world was still caged in a gray and dark. Xiao Wanqing was still asleep, and the alarm clock set the day before sounded conscientiously, waking her up.

She opened her eyes hard and turned off the alarm clock, and her eyes were somewhat sleepy. After a while, she still struggled to sit up.

Stomach, still painfully...

After taking a shower last night, it was difficult to blow dry her hair, so she went back to the study and opened the notebook, trying to finish the tasks that were not completed as planned due to inefficiency throughout the day. But when her finger fell on the keyboard and tapped, she couldn't help but think of Lin Xian's white and jade-like index finger, the shocking long blade.

That was hurt just to help her make dinner.

If she did not find out, was Lin Xian not ready to tell herself?

She suddenly remembered the girl's smug look when she cooked the **** soup for the first time in the kitchen. After being praised, she looked like a little milk dog comfortably smooth. Today, should Lin Xian be so excited and happy? When she texted her, did she expect that she could praise her more than two sentences, and look forward to the comfort after she sat down?

At that time, she cared about wanting to escape, did she completely forget about Lin Xian's mood.

Lin Xian, is it very disappointing and disappointing?

Xiao Wanqing was in a hurry, sitting upset and filled with guilt.

At about 12 o'clock in the morning, Xiao Yunqing turned off the study light with a heavy heart, afraid of waking Lin Xian, and came to the kitchen lightly, and then closed the door of the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator and saw that the three meat dishes covered with plastic wrap in the refrigerator were paired with suitable dishes, a small pot of nearly overflowing soup and a bowl of white rice. In her heart, the sourness became more and more sad.

She knows Lin Xian's cooking skills.

When making tomato fried eggs, Lin Xian was so scared that he could retreat many steps because of the hot oil splashed when the egg was poured. When making these dishes, the hot oil met the vegetables washed with water. Sometimes, the splashed oil must be much more terrible than eggs. Lin Xian, with what kind of courage and hard work, was able to complete successfully.

She should be by Lin Xian's side, teaching her to help her encourage her.

But she did not even recognize her sharing with her.

She lowered her eyes and reached out to take out the meals and dishes, and put them in the microwave in turn. Then, on the dining table at one o'clock in the morning, looking at the empty seat opposite Lin Xian, he devoutly devoured a whole bowl of white rice, most of the soup, and most of the dishes.

She laughed at herself, not knowing whether it was atonement or arrogance.

She didn't eat or drink during the normal time period, and as a result of overeating, she had tossed and slept because of stomach pain at half past two at night. After eating two pills and stomach medicine, she yawned and walked in the bedroom for more than an hour before finally unable to bear the sleepiness and fell asleep on the bed.

Unexpectedly, after a sleep, the pain has not completely disappeared. The stomach still vaguely felt that something was panicking.

But this kind of pain can even make her heart feel a little less guilty because of the sweetness that Lin Xian gave and can't suppress her sweetness. She seemed to be in pain and found a moment of balance and a moment of gasping.

Xiao Wanqing smiled bitterly, is this not true, drinking thirst to quench thirst?

It is shameful that for a moment, she even felt that she was as happy as she was.

As the sun rises slowly from the horizon, the glow of the sun gradually illuminates the earth, and the warmth of the heat, through the glass window, hits Xiao Yunqing, who is wearing an apron and is busy in front of the stove.

As soon as Lin Xian woke up, he immediately jumped out of bed, unable to wear shoes, opened the door barefoot, and ran out. She saw Xiao Wanqing's door was already open, and she panicked in her heart. Fortunately, just when her grievous nose was sore and her eyes were sadly red, she heard the muffled sound from the kitchen that assured her that the spatula was touching the bottom of the pot.

The corner of the lips that had been pulled down suddenly turned up. She hurried towards the kitchen.

Like the slow motion of the movie, she saw, in the warm morning light, her sweetheart, wrapped in a milky white robe, slender figure, a slim red apron laced around her waist, strikingly pointed out her waist. Ying grip. She was bathed in a golden shimmer, turning her head slightly, naturally lifting the fine hair in her ears, exposing the small white and small ears, and the smooth and charming lines on the edges of her cheeks.

Lin Xian seemed to be afraid of waking up the person in the painting, and the angle of his lips rose upward.

She bent her eyebrows, her eyes filled with tenderness, lightened her footsteps, and approached Xiao Wanqing little by little. Then she reached out her hand and hugged Xiao Wanqing tightly from the back, lovingly putting her delicate cheeks, Pasted on Xiao Wanqing's warm back.

"Aunt Xiao, good morning." In her voice, with a low, dumb, lazy awakening at first, it was a kind of appeal between girls and women.

When Xiao Yuanqing suddenly fell into a tender embrace, his body stiffened and his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat. Not because of panic, but because she felt it, that was Lin Xian's breath.

Her body didn't know when, as if she recognized Lin Xian, only Lin Xian could be approached by her instincts so unknowingly and unknowingly.

Obviously unprepared and unpredictable, but she seemed to have been prepared, expected, and even unwilling to admit, and longed for.

Listening to the confusing voice coming from his ear, Xiao Wanqing held the five fingers of the spatula firmly, vigorously ignoring his unusual heartbeat and sensitive sensation, secretly took a breath, smoothed his voice, one As usual in the hundreds of mornings, Wen Sheng said hello to the girl behind him: "Envy good morning."

She paused, satisfied with her voice and tone, and then asked again: "Why did you get up so early, did I wake you up?" She purposely estimated the time when Lin Xian got up. An alarm clock to make sure that before Lin Xian gets up, he can manage everything, eat breakfast, and go to work.

Lin Xian got up at this time and was completely out of her plan.

Lin Xian hugged Xiao Wanqing's soft body and gently rubbed Xiao Wanqing's back with her cheek, and said softly and coquettishly: "No, I set the alarm clock myself to get up early."

Xiao Wanqing moved slightly uncomfortably, she turned off the fire, and Zhuang Ruo naturally asked her: "Why not sleep more?"

Lin Xian's soft and dumb voice brought some unconscious grievances, and said pitifully: "I'm afraid I'm getting up late, and you're gone, I won't see you anymore." sincere.

As if it were a fire vector coming from the sky, her natural and casual words, with a scorching heat, accurately shot Xiao Xiaoqing's trembling heart, and even with her body close to her, it began to become hot.

Xiao Yuanqing raised his head, revealing a nice but tight neck line, and called Lin Xian helplessly with almost imperceptible tremors: "Lin Xian..." She wanted to say, Lin Xian, stay away from me. Lin Xian, don't come close to me, don't talk to me, let alone, flick me.

Lin Xian raised her head inexplicably, and whispered her in a suspicious voice: "Yes?"

The weight pressed on the back left suddenly, slightly lighter on her body, and the hotness of Xiao Yunqing's heart, under her restraint, slowly cooled down with the cold air flowing as if she could not feel it on the back.

Lin Xian, how innocent she is...

She retrieved her reason and gently broke away from Lin Xian's embrace, carrying the scrambled eggs with carrots just out of the pan, and pacing to the dining table outside the kitchen, while walking, trying to dissuade Lin Xian: " But I may be a bit busy during this time. You will get tired after getting up so early every day."

Lin Xian kept pace with Xiao Wanqing and responded to her carelessly: "It doesn't matter. I used to go to the sprint stage of high school and got up earlier than this."

Xiao Yuanqing put the saucer on the table and turned around, only to find that Lin Xian had been barefoot all the time, his face changed slightly, and he forgot what he had to block. She twitched her eyebrows and pulled the chair at the dining table to Lin Xian who was a few steps away. Lin Xian sat down with an unknown reason and scolded her distressedly: "Why not wear slippers, How long have you been standing, don't you know it's cold?"

Lin Xian put his hands on the chair, his legs rose forward like a child, and swayed up and down, shaking his eyebrows and teasing the gentle woman who was full of concern in his eyes: "Aunt Xiao, you are so fierce."

Xiao Wanqing was stunned by her. Looking at her bright smile, she felt that there was absolutely no way to take her. She sighed helplessly and eased her voice, "Sit and wait for me." After all, she turned around and turned towards Lin Xian's room walked, apparently to help her get slippers.

Sure enough, after a while, she carried Lin Xian's cotton mop and appeared in front of Lin Xian again.

She was so concerned that she forgot about it.

She squatted down and carelessly pressed Lin Xianying's instep with her hand, feeling the coldness in her hand. She lowered her head lovingly and gently blew hot air towards Lin Xian's two little feet. After blowing, she felt still a little angry, reached out and gently patted Lin Xian's instep, with an unconscious spoiled fake and said: "If you don't hit it, won't you remember it?"

Lin Xian's bright eyes watched Xiao Wanqing's movements without blinking, and his heart softened. She looked down at the woman who helped her gently put the cotton mop in front of her, and sighed softly: "Aunt Xiao, how are you..." So exciting. The words were not finished, but they stopped abruptly, obliterated in her reason.

Xiao Wanqing looked up Lin Xian conditionedly and asked her, "What is this?"

Lin Xian narrowed his eyes, his eyes were deep, his tone was unusual, and he smiled gently, "Nothing." It seemed meaningful.

Xiao Yunqing was shocked, and suddenly stood up, swallowed, and wondered... She just, did she show anything? Or is it too much? Lin Xian, do you suspect anything?

She turned around and pretended to sit calmly at the table, watching the hot dishes on the table, suppressing the panic in her voice, and urging Lin Xian said: "Go brush your teeth and wash your face, wait for you... to eat together."

Lin Xian did not doubt that he had stood up and responded happily: "Well, Aunt Xiao, you must wait for me, and I will come as soon as I go." It is also familiar and innocent.

Xiao Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief and felt that Lin Xian should not have found anything. It was probably that she had ghosts in her heart, and she was the bow and snake. She lowered her head and lay on the table, feeling a strong sense of weakness in her heart, thinking regretfully, just now, she had crossed the line that she had drawn before.

Her stomach hurt again, her deep sense of shame and guilt mixed with the joy and joy she couldn't resist, like a tide that came to her with an unstoppable surge, and ruined her ruthlessly for a moment.

Difficult to breathe.

She felt with horror and clarity that her continuously strengthened defense line was still collapsing little by little under Lin Xian's unintentional but violent impact.

It seems that one foot has been suspended above the vast abyss...