Wen Jialuo never called Xu Shiqi again after that, but the text messages continued.
Wen Jialuo carefully collected the details of daily life in the text messages, including the occasional words of love. Later, she simply put her laptop next to the bed, created a new folder, and exported their text messages every day and put them in it.
Each day was marked with a date. Wen Jialuo silently watched the changes in the date and gradually was able to get out of bed.
She still didn't go out and spent most of her time sitting outside in the sun.
Every morning, grandma practices Tai Chi with grandpa. It is said that this is very effective in lowering blood pressure and is more effective than taking medicine, so even if grandma is not very willing, she will follow grandpa to practice.
The yard, which had remained green throughout the winter, was now more youthful in early spring, with tender buds decorating the treetops. The two elderly people, wearing silk clothes, slowly enjoyed the warm sunlight, always with a sense of peace that had been accumulated over the years.
Wen Jialuo often becomes fascinated by what he sees.
Finally one day, she was able to stand up from the recliner and stretch gently.
She really gained weight, which could be seen from the way she dressed. Later, Luo Linyi happily bought her many new clothes, and she felt comforted when she threw away those old clothes that were too small.
The warmth of early spring these days suddenly faded away like a flash in the pan, and the chilly spring weather came. Wen Jialuo put on a thick coat, took out the hat and gloves that looked like a couple's outfit, and went out.
She didn't drive, and seeing that she had to go out, Luo Linyi asked a driver to take her.
The driver was the one who had picked up Xu Shiqi before, and he quickly drove the car to the downstairs of her house.
Wen Jialuo went upstairs and knocked on the door. She felt her heart was calm. She imagined the scene of meeting Xu Shiqi every day, what to say, what to do, and even her posture and expression. She simulated it many times.
The person who opened the door was Xu Shiqi.
One inside and one outside, it was like meeting each other after a century. They wished they wouldn't even blink, just wanting to preserve each other's face a little longer.
Although we had already planned not to separate, we were still greedily wanting even one more second.
Xu Shiqi moved aside a little, and Wen Jialuo stepped in, her posture straight and her steps steady. She no longer looked as embarrassing as she did after the car accident, but you also couldn't see what she was thinking.
Tilting her head slightly to see that the girl seemed to have fully recovered, Xu Shiqi finally had a smile on her face. She closed the door and waited for Wen Jialuo to turn around before leaning over to hug her and kiss her.
I wanted to ask if there was no one else at home, did you know I came here today to wait for me, and also wanted to let me see how much weight you have lost... But before Wen Jialuo could say these words, the woman boldly hugged him and covered his lips with hers.
Wen Jialuo opened her eyes wide, then slowly closed them in Xu Shiqiu's gentle embrace. She reached out to hug Xu Shiqiu back, and kissed her very attentively.
Still with such sweet lips and tongue, he liked to sweep her teeth, especially her two canine teeth. Wen Jialuo pursued the clever temptation with all his strength, and then entangled with her soothingly, exchanging each other's breath and even saliva.
Everything is an aphrodisiac, fragrant and disorienting.
Wen Jialuo kissed Xu Shiqi's lips, and moved around. What she saw didn't count. She wanted to measure the extent of this woman's weight loss. Unfortunately, Xu Shiqi never let her succeed. Every time her kiss approached her neck, he would hold her head back and kiss her lips again.
Gradually, Wen Jialuo lost her patience. She pulled Xu Shiqi away and looked at the scarf still wrapped around her neck with a frown. It was not the same one she saw in the hospital that day, but it also hurt her eyes.
She tried to untie the scarf with trembling hands, but was caught by Xu Shiqi.
"Let me see."
Xu Shiqi held her tightly.
Wen Jialuo couldn't break free from her hand violently, so he could only beg in a low voice: "Let me see..."
No, Xu Shiqi said.
Wen Jialuo stared at the lips, and almost at the same moment, a familiar voice rang in her ear. She leaned over and kissed the lips, coaxing her: "I heard it..."
Xu Shiqi looked at her quietly.
"Please," Wen Jialuo kissed her twice more, and reached out to hug her again, "Just say whatever you want, as long as you make some noise."
Xu Shiqi gently stroked her hair. In just over a month, the girl's hair had grown again, and now it was scattered on her shoulders, feeling somewhat smooth, just like her at this moment.
Silence was like a blunt knife, slowly sawing back and forth at Wen Jialuo's heart. Her eyes gradually became blurry, and her chest ached slightly.
This time, Xu Shiqi pulled her away and took her into her room. On the desk beside the bed were several sticky notes in different colors, some with beautiful patterns printed on them. Xu Shiqi chose the one with patterns, then lowered his head and began to write.
Wen Jialuo stood beside her and watched, watching the whorls of hair on her head, the rustling of the pen tip, and her favorite sound turning into a line of black handwriting, unfolding like a silent movie, the picture was in black and white, so sluggish that it made her breathless.
After Xu Shiqi finished writing, he tore it off, held it between two fingers, and raised his head to hand it to her. This action looked very familiar, as if it had been repeated thousands or tens of thousands of times. When Wen Jialuo took the sticky note, she wondered how she had gotten used to this way during this period of time, and whether this was the only way to communicate with people. This thought made her unable to hold even a small piece of paper, and she could only try her best to steady her hand and read the words on it.
I know, you already know that.
Wen Jialuo's mind was blank. She knew, but she didn't know.
Yesterday, Wen Baohua told her that Xu Shiqi was already receiving treatment, and that all the drugs used to improve blood flow to damaged nerves and activate nerve regeneration were imported drugs. Wen Baohua was having a hard time pronouncing these terms, and Wen Jialuo was also unfamiliar with them. But since things are moving in a positive direction, why do you still look so solemn
Wen Baohua looked at her and sighed. You know, the part of her body that Shiqi likes and is most satisfied with is actually her voice. This voice is innate and unique. This awareness has probably been with her since she was sensible. It can be said that her voice has given her a lot of courage, helped her obtain some things that others can hardly get, and added too much brilliance. So, I think she probably can't stand it.
She couldn't stand it, but I didn't know, Wen Jialuo listened in a daze. It's not like they haven't met before, but the woman said that it doesn't matter if it's not about voices; in the days that followed, it was impossible to tell from any text messages that she cared so much - sure enough, she was good at comforting, not to mention that the person who hurt her was herself.
She didn't dare to speak. Wen Baohua whispered that she was afraid that the sound she made would scare herself. Her inability to comply with the doctor's instructions became a language barrier, and she was now suffering from a mental illness that was difficult to cure.
When Wen Jialuo heard this, he felt something strange. When the changes in the body are difficult to explain from the perspective of superficial physiology, the word "psychology" becomes the best support. In today's society, the pressure is getting higher and higher, and people who can't get relief will inevitably have different degrees of psychological distortion. People who can control themselves are probably not sick, but those who can't restrain themselves from going to extremes should really see a psychologist.
She also went through such a process at first, but it later turned into deliberate indulgence.
If you explain the difficulty of not being able to speak out as a psychological problem, you can no longer force yourself to do anything. This is the case for her, but what about Xu Shiqi? Doesn't she want to speak? What makes her willing to be a mute and a person who is not smooth
She called her company to cancel her leave and was directly connected to the director. The person on the other end of the phone said that her leave was still long and she could continue to recuperate, but Wen Jialuo could no longer stay at home. She later emphasized that her body had fully recovered and she must come back to work, and only then did they relent. In fact, except for a few directors, no one in the company knew her background. She wanted to live a quiet life, and the protection of her parents was sometimes a burden.
The second call Wen Jialuo made was to Mengmeng, whose surname was Du.
During the time when she was recovering from her injuries, Du Mengmeng often came over. At first, he brought a bunch of pictures and information, trying to persuade her to invest in the bar they wanted to buy. Du Mengmeng knew that she was actually very lazy and might not have the heart to do so, so she prepared some passionate words, but what she didn't expect was that Wen Jialuo agreed immediately.
In fact, Wen Jialuo just saw that place, which happened to be the city where she worked. Now that she has someone she loves, she will slowly make long-term plans, and the focus of the future may be there. No matter what they will face in the future, one more way out always means one more choice - or, one more choice means one more way out.
During the nearly two months she was recuperating, the bar had already been taken over. Although Wen Jialuo was not present at the scene, she made several important phone calls and cleared some obstacles for the bar. It was always better to have a strong backer in a foreign land, which was why Du Mengmeng insisted on getting her to invest.
Du Mengmeng said on the phone that the bar has been completely renovated and will be open until you come. Wen Jialuo said quietly, choose a day, I have to go to work soon.
She wanted to take Xu Shiqi away. If the woman really just had psychological problems, then it would be her responsibility.
So, when everything was ready, Wen Jialuo came, and Xu Shiqi seemed to have been waiting there, ready to come at any time.
But before this, Wen Jialuo thought that necessary communication was a must, but Xu Shiqi's words stopped her.
You know I already know, yet you are still so calm. What are you pretending to be? Is it necessary to wear a mask in front of me? Wen Jialuo leaned down, held Xu Shiqi's lips, and bit her lightly. But there was still no response to her, only the woman's eyes, which revealed a pitiful innocence and a little cunning.
After a car accident, she healed her broken ribs and strengthened her determination. She was not the only one who changed. The fear and hesitation in Xu Shiqi's eyes were gone. Although she was sitting there, she had the illusion of standing upright.
It was one thing to hear that she refused to speak, but it was another thing to stand in front of her and she still refused to speak. Wen Jialuo didn't believe that she would be willing to hurt him like this, so he bit her lips more fiercely. Until blood oozed out, bright red, forbidden beauty.
Xu Shiqi quickly covered his lips and dodged, glaring at her angrily.
Wen Jialuo squatted down, took her hand, and seeing that the blood was still there, he raised his hand to wipe it off for her, then pressed it on the sticky note in his hand, leaving a tiny fingerprint.
Xu Shiqi snatched the paper, placed it on his knees, and wrote quickly.
Don't be sad, I don't blame you, really.
The words were crooked, and the word "really" was written into Wen Jialuo's fingerprint, which looked ironic.
"Are you going to be a saint?" After looking at the note for a long time, Wen Jialuo panted and asked rudely, "It's me who made you like this, why don't you blame me, why do you want to be so great?"
Xu Shiqi didn't move, but although he was still, his eyes were more meaningful.
Wen Jialuo knelt on the ground in annoyance and leaned forward to hug her waist, but that place was so thin that it wasn't warm enough when he hugged her.
"I'm sorry..." As they hugged each other, Wen Jialuo realized that this woman's whole body was tense, as if a string would break if pulled.
Putting the paper on Wen Jialuo's back, Xu Shiqi pounced on it to write.
What can I change if I blame you? If I tell you, can you take good care of your injuries? I'm already like this, and I don't want you to have any sequelae.
Wen Jialuo couldn't help but smile bitterly. Everyone was talking about the sequelae, and they were all worried that she wouldn't be able to recover well, but who knew that she only cared about this woman.
"You must be lying to me, right?" Wen Jialuo leaned on her chest and murmured, "I know you can actually talk, but I don't know if you are punishing me." She raised her head and asked carefully, "I drove too impulsively that day, so you are angry, right?"
Xu Shiqi looked at her strangely, lowered his head, turned over the sticky note almost expressionlessly, and spread it out in his palm to write.
The room was very quiet for a moment. Wen Jialuo knelt there motionless, his knees almost numb.
If you don't have the confidence to continue with me as I am now, there is no need to make excuses. We might as well break up sooner rather than later to save each other from suffering.
Wen Jialuo pinched the paper and pinched it hard with her thumb. Physical pain may be cured with a needle, but psychological pain is hard to climb. She admitted that she was attracted by the woman's voice at first, but that was definitely not all she loved. It was just that the beautiful voice was gone. If the glass fragments were a little more tilted - in fact, in the end, she was lucky. But she didn't dare to say that now. People's hearts are different. Her thinking didn't mean that the woman didn't like it, otherwise why didn't she want to talk.
Hugging Xu Shiqi again with heartache, pulling her head down, Wen Jialuo whispered in her ear: "You know, I just want to kill myself, but I love you, and it has nothing to do with whether you can speak or whether your voice is nice."
"Shi Qi," Wen Jialuo turned his head and kissed her earlobe, leaving a wet breath, "I'm here to take you away, and we'll never be apart again."
Xu Shiqi slightly distanced themselves from each other, lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her lips, then smiled and nodded.