For The Rest of Our Life

Before Xiao Yunqing left, let Aunt Liu come to meet Lin Xian at home. The three of them had a meal together. Lin Xian and Aunt Liu felt that each other was pleasing to the eye, and there was nothing uncomfortable. Xiao Yunqing reassured the study, made room, and turned down the bed that had been folded on the wall on weekdays, as Aunt Liu Place to rest in the month.

Aunt Xiao is gone, Aunt Liu is here. There are still two people living in the same house. The three meals a day are still the same. Lin Xian returns home from school and can still see the busy woman in the kitchen.

But in the end, it's different.

Without Aunt Xiao’s house, even if the lights were warm again, it was not the original temperature. What Lin Xian felt was nothing but coldness and loneliness.

Both home and kitchen have lost her appeal.

At 10:30 every night, it was Lin Xian's most anticipated and happiest time of the day.

Based on Xiao Wanqing's lifestyle habits she observed on weekdays, she knew that she was probably busy with her time to prepare for a break. So, she always pinched this time and called Xiao Wanqing.

She is not greedy and does not need to say much for a long time. As long as she can listen to Xiao Wanqing’s warm and pleasant voice before going to bed through her phone’s speaker, Lin Xian can be content and enter her dreamy smile.

In the first week, Xiao Wanqing was always able to pick up her phone in time at this time, more or less accompany her with a few words, listen to her talk about daily life, express a few words of thought and enthusiasm, and finally , The two sides said good night good dreams to each other.

Until one night in the second week, everything seemed to change quietly.

The debate team led by Lin Xian unexpectedly overcame the enemy and won the preliminary championship. Lin Xian excitedly called Xiao Wanqing at the usual time and couldn't wait to share the good news with her. Xiao Wanqing abnormally hung up the phone shortly after the phone rang.

A few seconds later, Xiao Wanqing sent her an explanatory text message: "Envy, I am still in the temporary overtime meeting, and I will return to you when I am busy later."

Lin Xian froze for a moment, his eyebrows full of tenderness and smile suddenly pulled down. She lost only two or three seconds, and in turn, only deep distress remained.

It's so late, Aunt Xiao is still working overtime, has she eaten? Will work be particularly hard?

She gave Xiao Wanqing a short text message: "Okay, wait for you, don't be too tired."

She began her long wait with anticipation.

She thought that Aunt Xiao has always been a man of words and faith, saying that when she gets busy later, she will return to her, and she will definitely return to her.

She hugged Little Teddy, who could hardly smell the smell remaining on Xiao Wanqing's body, from 10:30, to 11:30, 12:30, 1:30...

No phone calls, no text messages, neither.

Lin Xian was so sleepy that he yawned and shed tears, but he kept screaming and staring at the phone, fearing that he would miss any echo of Xiao Wanqing.

Lin Xian began to struggle with sleepiness and exhaustion. She dared not call or text Xiao Wanqing. She was afraid that Xiao Wanqing had fallen asleep and was awakened by her, but she did not dare to fall asleep. She was afraid to miss the first time and received Xiao Wanqing. Reply.

The idea that Aunt Xiao is still working overtime makes Lin Xian feel distressed and unhappy.

Aunt Xiao forgot that she was waiting for her reply and she had fallen asleep. This guess would inevitably make her feel sad and lost.

Time was entangled and guessed, and one minute and one second passed. At 4:30, the cloud covered the full moon, and it was dark. Lin Xian found a reason to comfort her: Aunt Xiao must have thought she was asleep, so she did not reply to her.

On the first night when Aunt Xiao's voice was not heard, Lin Xian grabbed the five fingers of her mobile phone, and finally when Xingyue began to hide at five o'clock, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and unconsciously let go. The mobile phone fell lightly on Lin Xian's thin quilt.

She was so sleepy...One second before losing consciousness, Lin Xian thought, go to sleep, Aunt Xiao, don't work overtime...

What she didn't know was, what kind of mood Xiao Wanqing used in the Hezhou Hotel, pressed the dazzling red hangup button, and how to exercise restraint, pressed down the unbearable and unbearable heart in her heart, knowing Lin Xian Will look forward to waiting, or cruelly let Lin Xian, empty waiting for her impossible reply.

At 4:30, under the persuasion of reason, Xiao Wanqing set an alarm clock at 7:30, took sleeping pills, and forced himself to sleep.

She laughed at herself bitterly. Lin Xian, look, my lord, I don’t even have the qualification to stay up all night.

Only children are eligible for willfulness.

She is an adult, she is not qualified, she is not qualified for anything...

Across the emptiness of thousands of miles, they looked up at the same full moon and watched the same sleepless night. Then, before the same dawn, they died in the last cold night.

The photo album held tightly in his hands gradually loosened.

There was a crystal tear beside Xiao Yuanqing's sleepy eyes.

She murmured in her sleep, don't wait for me.

Don't do it today, don't do it tomorrow, and don't do it later.

You have to get used to it and disappoint me.

The next day, starting from the morning, Lin Xian looked at the phone uneasy. The fourth lesson before school is probability theory. Shiman takes notes faster than the teacher can turn pages. She used to look at Lin Xian's notebook, which always takes notes quickly, but was surprised to find that Lin Xian's notebook was an abnormal blank.

When he looked up at Lin Xian in surprise, Lin Xian lowered his head and twisted his eyebrows, looking at his dark cell phone screen for a moment.

Shiman poked Lin Xian's thigh with his index finger, attracted Lin Xian's attention, and asked her silently with her mouth: "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Xian stared at Shi Man thoughtfully. After a while, she suddenly unlocked her phone and opened the SMS input page. She smacked a few words and handed it to Shi Man: "Man Man, you send me a text message, See if I can receive it."

Shiman was a little inexplicable, but he took the phone out of the drawer, did what he said, and gave Lin Xian a full stop.

But within a few seconds, Lin Xian’s phone screen lit up, prompting an unread text message.

Lin Xian's eyebrows tightened more and more. She looked at Shiman's mobile phone and then looked at her mobile phone. Suddenly she flattened her mouth and her eyes turned red. In her big bright eyes, the mist was misty.

Shi Man thought that he was doing good deeds, but he never thought that instead of undoing Lin Xian's sad face, Lin Xian's eyes were red. She widened her eyes in amazement, and Taohua's eyes were full of panic. What is the situation? ! Did she do anything? !

Lin Xian also sensed his gaffe, took a deep breath, and forced his tears back. She typed a few words and explained to Shiman: "I haven't waited for Aunt Xiao's text message and thought my phone was broken."

Shiman completely gave up attending the class and took Lin Xian’s cell phone, and gossip under Lin Xian’s words: “Is it an important text message?”

Lin Xian was stunned by Shi Man.

Is it important?

Actually, it doesn’t matter much.

Perhaps, what is important is not Aunt Xiao's text message, but her expectation and waiting mood. It's her, she is looking forward to Aunt Xiao, just like her, remembering her expectations after being busy.

Lin Xian introspected herself, she was unreasonably making trouble. Aunt Xiao is already so busy, why can't she be considerate, why should there be so many selfish expectations and demands, and why should Xiao Wanqing put extra pressure on her after she finishes her work?

She even began to reflect. Is her daily fixed-time phone call a burden to Xiao Wanqing who wants to rest?

At noon, she finally waited for the text message of her sweetheart.

Xiao Wanqing told her that she was so busy forgetting yesterday that she only remembered it today. She asked Lin Xian what is important?

Lin Xian held the mobile phone in both hands, read the short text messages over and over these days, tasted the phrase "important things", and felt a tingle of pain.

Since these days, when she called Xiao Xiaoqing every day, she never had anything important. What important things can she do? Her most important thing is nothing but Xiao Wanqing.

So, in fact, there is nothing important, shouldn’t you call?

But her aunt Xiao has always been gentle and euphemistic, even if there is really any trouble, it will probably not talk directly to her.

Sure enough, Xiao Yunqing told her: "Envy, I should be busy next time, and I may often not be able to receive your call in time. Envy, if you have anything you can directly text me, when I am busy, I will return to you when I see it."

Lin Xian's heart was hammered with something, and it was squeezed too hard, as if the texture was cracking and bleeding.

It turned out that she thought she shared an interesting life with Aunt Xiao. She thought that the sweet conversation before bedtime was really a burden for the busy Aunt Xiao.

She is really, too self-righteous. Sure enough, is she too young to understand others?

Lin Xian bit her lips helplessly, and after a while, she returned to Xiao Wanqing with a word of "good". Two seconds later, with red eyes, she reissued another: "Aunt Xiao, no matter how busy you are, you have to take care of yourself." Behind, followed by a smiling expression.

She broke her finger and counted the days when Xiao Wanqing came back, but it was still five days away, but it was actually very fast. She admonished herself, Lin Xian, you must learn to be a caring and considerate lover.

In the evening, Lin Xian and Tang Mo visited a special boutique together. The boutique is said to have been opened by a graduated senior student at Jingnan University when the university started its business. Everything inside is made by hand, and each one is unique. Of course, relatively speaking, the price will be more expensive.

Lin Xian and Tang Mo came to buy goods and wanted to see if there was anything that could be bought for Chen Zhi as a birthday gift. She accidentally glanced at her. She saw the unique style of the crystal snow music box with the only one on the top of the cabinet.

Unlike the common crystal ball, in this crystal ball, the two villains in front of the log cabin are not traditional men and women, but two girls with long flowing hair hugging each other.

Lin Xian turned around and asked her boss if she could take it down to show her. The boss smiled and stepped on the ladder to get the crystal ball, and said, "To be honest, I was also disheartened when I saw the seller's frustration. I agreed to buy it, but I didn’t expect it to be put in for a long time without being sold, so I threw it on top. If you like it, little girl, I can add a little storage fee to the original price. A gift to someone with love."

Lin Xian held the crystal ball and looked at the two women embracing in front of the snowy wooden house. They fell in love at once. Without hesitation, they decided to buy it.

She can receive this week’s class fee after teaching in the evening, which is also the same. She used her own money to buy the first gift for Aunt Xiao?

It doesn't seem expensive at all, so even if Aunt Xiao didn't know that it was her own money, she should be willing to accept it?

She wanted to buy Aunt Xiao's birthday gift. She hadn't saved enough money to buy it. But when Aunt Xiao came back, she would give her the answer. Can this be regarded as the first small gift after their relationship? Aunt Xiao should like it?

Lin Xian looked at the crystal ball put in the carton, and the eyes were full of glittering smiles.

In the evening, Lin Xian returned home after teaching, and he started to drizzle. Xia Zhijin proposed to drive Lin Xian home directly. Lin Xian thought that the next day there was no lamb to squeeze the bus to school, but still refused.

She was wearing a raincoat, riding a little sheep, and leisurely riding on a wet road with few pedestrians.

There is a crossroad in front, and just about to pass, two dazzling high beam lights suddenly illuminate behind

. In an instant, Lin Xian's eyes were white. When she saw the pedestrians who didn't know when they were on the road, the car and the people were only a few meters away.

Lin Xian unconsciously turned the head of the car quickly, trying to avoid pedestrians passing by. However, she did not see clearly, and on the side of her side was a triangular pedestrian platform.

After a huge bang, Lin Xian crooked from the little sheep and fell heavily on the pedestrian platform.

Legs, pressed by the car, squeezed at the sharp corners of the table above the ground, elbows, brushed heavily from the ground, the head, because of the hard hat, although it hit the ground hard, but in the end It's still the lightest.

But for a moment, Lin Xian's mind was blank. She stared blankly at the few pedestrians around and looked at her in panic.

In the next moment, she slowly reacted, feeling back, and the pain began to strike.

Before waiting for the pedestrian to help her lift the car, she seemed to think of something. She pushed away the lamb pressed on the leg, pulled out the leg, and sat up tremblingly, taking off the strap of the shoulder bag. , Pulled the schoolbag.

She clenched her teeth and moved her painful right hand, unzipped the schoolbag, and carefully took out the carton containing the crystal ball. She opened the carton anxiously and looked at the crystal ball in the box like she was watching a dream that easily awakened.

The arc-shaped glass is still round and smooth.

Lin Xian, with his left hand intact, hugged the carton in his arms and smiled softly.

The kind-hearted man helped her to lift the little sheep and watched the strange girl who was paralyzed sitting in the muddy rainwater, with broken elbows and bare ankles, obviously bleeding and laughing, and hesitantly asked her: " Little girl, can you stand up? Would you like to call 120?"

Lin Xian put the crystal ball back into his schoolbag lightly. She endured the pain, propped herself up, pushed over the little sheep, and thanked the kindhearted: "No, my house is in front. Thank you."

Her hand hurts so much that she was afraid of holding the brakes so hard that she didn't dare to get in the car, but limped all the way and pushed the car back in the rain.

She never knew that she was so superstitious.

But in pain and panic, she saw the crystal ball that was unharmed and couldn't help but feel happy.

In this case, it is fine.

Is this a good sign? Does it mean that her relationship with Aunt Xiao is so and so, despite the ups and downs, she is unswerving and immobile.

Lin Xian was so painful that he grinned, but he laughed happily at the bottom of his heart: he was afraid that he would be caught in the fire.

Only to aunt Xiao abusive.

At the celebration feast of Lair Resort Villa in Nagasawa City, Wen Tong gritted his teeth and looked at the left director who worked with her on the left and right in front of him, and dragged the laughter and the guests to chat for a long time, and finally found an opportunity and left the hall. With her back to the hustle and bustle of the room, she leaned her hands on the balcony and silently looked at the bustling and lonely night view of the city.

There was a crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor, and in Wen Tong's ear, it sounded rhythmically.

The percussion sound unexpectedly stopped beside Wen Tong.

The woman's soft voice seemed to be lazy with drunkenness: "Whereever Director Wen is, he can't help making people's eyes shine."

Wen Tong turned his head to look at this woman in dark embroidered cheongsam cheongsam, bun high plate, dignified and gentle and graceful style, but with a three-pointed smile and a seven-pointed cold and noble woman like a queen.

The most distinguished guest at this banquet-Shi Jinglan.

She didn't know why, so she waited silently.

"It's a hard work, but the credit and the limelight are all others. Are you willing?" Shi Jinglan shook the goblet in his hand, stabbing Wen Tong with salt and water, and he saw the blood.

Wen Tong's hand on the balcony railing clenched slightly unconsciously.

Shi Jinglan stared at Wen Tong faintly, with a stern smile on her lips: "Shi Xing's invitation is still valid." She poured a goblet slightly towards Wen Tong, attracting Wen Tong's attention. Next, the red lips took a sip, then turned around and walked away slowly.

It is time for the partners to make a speech.

In the brilliant lights, Wen Tong saw the graceful back of the time, step by step, like stepping on a starry star. She ascended the high platform and turned around, and everything around her seemed to be in an instant, eclipsed and reduced to a backboard.

Ha... Wen Tong sneered inexplicably.

Self-righteous woman.