It was like a dream. For a moment, Xiao Wanqing held Lin Xian's hand and walked side by side in the long night with dim street lights, thinking that everything can really start again, and that it is really possible for an uncared for person like her to be able to start over again. Embrace happiness.
But after all, it's a dream. It's a dream, and there will be a moment when you wake up.
After dinner, Xiao Wanqing and Lin Xian were watching TV together in the living room. Lin Xian nestled up on the sofa like a kitten, resting his head on Xiao Wanqing's lap intimately. She looked up at Xiao Wanqing, raised her hands, and drew a picture frame with her index finger and thumb, and sighed with curved eyebrows: "Xiao Xiaowan, you are so beautiful. People say that the angle of looking up is so beautiful. , is the ugliest angle, how come you are still so beautiful, it makes people's hearts pounding." In the last sentence, she exaggeratedly said that she was as delicate as a little girl, which made Xiao Wanqing couldn't help laughing.
Xiao Wanqing raised her hand and lightly flicked Lin Xian's smooth forehead, and joked with a smile: "Maybe it's not that I'm pretty, it's you who said it was pretty."
Lin Xian pretended to be in pain, "Ouch", and immediately reached out and grabbed Xiao Wanqing's bad finger. She pulled it down and put it on her lips, bit it between her lips and teeth, and said with a smirk: "You will be punished for bullying me."
Xiao Wanqing looked at the girl lying on her lap, her eyes turned casually seductive, feeling the warmth of her fingertips, her ears burned instantly, and her heart beat faster. Her throat twitched, and she quickly pulled out her fingers from the girl's lips, pretending to be serious, "Xianxian, there are bacteria on her hands."
Lin Xian licked his lips, seeing Xiao Wanqing's suddenly inexplicably shy and cute appearance, his heart was itchy. She turned her face sideways, pressed Xiao Wanqing's hand, buried her face between Xiao Wanqing's abdomen, rubbed Xiao Wanqing's firm abdomen through the clothes with the tip of her nose playfully, and asked her tentatively: "Xiao Xiaowan, what are you doing?" Do you have any other nicknames?" I really want to call her Xiao Panpan, this unique and lovely name that belongs to her now. But she was afraid that calling out this name rashly would bring back Aunt Xiao's memories of her parents.
The thin fabric was pulled away by the girl's movements, and the girl's warm breath hit her skin when she spoke, coupled with her unconscious rubbing movements, made Xiao Wanqing feel that the temperature of her whole body began to rise. She moved her body unconsciously, stepped back a little, and responded to Lin Xian without knowing why: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?" She scratched Lin Xian's nose: "You have been calling by nicknames all the time."
Lin Xian pursed her lips, turned her head, looked directly at Xiao Wanqing with her big black eyes, and said coquettishly, "Is there anything else? Think about it carefully."
When Xiao Wanqing heard the words, she really thought about it carefully. The next second, she seemed to think of something, and there was a shy and nostalgic smile on her lips. In fact, occasionally her mother would habitually call her another nickname once or twice unconsciously. But when I really called that nickname, I was really... a black history-like existence.
In front of her sweetheart, in order to protect her image, she lied lamely: "No, I can't remember." The smile in her eyes betrayed her honestly.
Lin Xian immediately refused to let go, smiled slyly, poked Xiao Wanqing's waist and said, "Really? Why do I feel like you haven't told the truth?" Her heart relaxed, and Xiao Wanqing obviously remembered it, but she didn't see it in her eyes. The melancholy she dreaded seeing. At least this nickname should not be a forbidden area in Aunt Xiao's heart? Or, Aunt Xiao has been able to face the memories of her parents a little bit
They were still playing around, when Xiao Wanqing's mobile phone placed on the coffee table vibrated suddenly.
"Xianxian, stop making trouble, I'll answer the phone." Xiao Wanqing softly begged for mercy, Lin Xian stopped sensiblely.
Xiao Wanqing leaned forward slightly, picked up the mobile phone from the coffee table, and the two characters "Wen Tong" were displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.
She guessed that Wen Tong might have called to care if her gastroenteritis was better. With a faint smile on the corner of Xiao Wanqing's lips, she swiped the connection button with one hand, and put her other hand on top of Lin Xian's head, stroking Lin Xian's black hair naturally.
Unexpectedly, to her surprise, the moment Wen Tong connected the phone, he called her seriously in a low voice: "Xiao."
Xiao Wanqing's expression froze, the smile on her lips subsided slightly, and she also became serious. Wen Tong seldom called her in such a serious way, and every time he called her that, it meant that there should be some serious business to discuss.
"It's me, what's wrong?"
The other end of the phone fell silent, Xiao Wanqing frowned slightly, waiting patiently.
"Are you... are you with Lin Xian?" After a while, Wen Tong spoke again in a low voice, no emotion could be heard in his voice.
Xiao Wanqing's movement of stroking Lin Xian's hair stopped suddenly, and her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, because she was too surprised and nervous to react for a while.
She wanted to tell Wen Tong, but she never thought that Wen Tong would be so caught off guard and actively discover and question her. But soon, she looked down at Lin Xian who was looking at her curiously, and calmed down.
She moved her body and signaled Lin Xian to come down, and Lin Xian sat up obediently.
Xiao Wanqing stood up and walked quickly to the balcony. She looked at the dark night sky, bit her lips, breathed heavily, and solemnly replied to Wen Tong: "Yes. Wen Tong, Lin Xian and I are together."
In the next second, as she expected, Wen Tong suddenly turned up the volume, with obvious anger and disbelief, and whispered to her: "Xiao Wanqing, are you crazy?! Do you know what you are doing?"
Obviously, she was already mentally prepared, but at the moment when Wen Tong's rare and severe words really came, ringing in her ears and blowing in her heart, Xiao Wanqing still felt pain.
She choked her throat with difficulty, suppressed the pain and sourness in her heart, and asked her calmly: "Wen Tong, how do you know?"
From the moment Wen Tong heard Xiao Wanqing's affirmative answer, his mind was buzzing. The last trace of luck left in her heart after receiving Yan Jia's phone call was also shattered...
When she received Yan Jia's call, Wen Tong had just finished the work at hand, and was thinking of calling Xiao Wanqing to check how her gastroenteritis was doing. If it was still not good, she was going to drive there to accompany her to the hospital. . However, just as she touched the phone, it rang in due course.
It's a string of unfamiliar numbers.
Since joining Shixing, her network needs to be redeveloped again, so she just thought it was a call from someone she knew at work that she hadn't had time to save the phone number, and answered it without hesitation, saying politely: " Hello."
"Wen Tong, it's me, Yan Jia." The other end of the phone reported a name she hadn't heard for a long time.
Wen Tong's face darkened instantly.
Her acquaintance with Yan Jia was more due to the existence of the middleman Xiao Wanqing. When Yan Jia and Xiao Wanqing just broke up, Wen Tong felt sorry for Xiao Wanqing, and wanted to try to make it up, so he secretly met Yan Jia. After talking with her, she really saw Yan Jia's selfishness and cruelty towards Xiao Wanqing, she couldn't hold back her anger and poured wine on Yan Jia's face, Yan Jia felt ashamed in her heart, did not fight back, and left silently.
Anjiang City is so big, there are always overlapping circles, the two did not deliberately avoid it, and they met by coincidence in the early years. But in private, since then, although the social accounts still exist, the two have never been in touch.
Wen Tong was a little surprised when he received a call from Yan Jia again. Her thoughts wandered, and she even wondered if Yan Jia's second child was a boy, did she complete the task she said at the beginning? So, does she dare to think...
Unexpectedly, what Yan Jia asked her was: "Is Wan Qing with a little girl? Wen Tong, you are by her side, why don't you persuade her? The child is fine, and I have enough time and energy to mess around. But Wan Qing is different..."
Wen Tong's mind exploded in an instant. What is Yan Jia talking about? For a moment, her heart was beating like thunder, and a bad guess gradually emerged in her mind.
But no matter what, she calmed down first, and responded to Yan Jia in a cold and blunt tone: "Stop, Yan Jia. Not to mention whether Xiao is with the little girl, does it have anything to do with you? What do you have?" The position is here to question and blame me? Who is Xiao with, can you control it?"
Yan Jia grabbed the window frame with her fingers, her knuckles turned white, she was rendered speechless by Wen Tong's question, her eyes were red: "I just care about her, and I don't want her to be hurt again."
"Your concern is to call me rashly like this, lest others not know that Xiao has a new relationship that may not be accepted as a blessing? How do you know that I am still on good terms with Xiao? You know that Xiao wants me to know This matter? If I have fallen out with Xiao, you are harming her now!"
Suddenly, the sound of a baby crying, the man's impatient yelling, and the sound of footsteps sounded from the other end of the phone.
In such a mess, Wen Tong became more and more irritable. Her tone became more and more stern and anxious: "Yan Jia, Xiao can't stand your concern. What happens to her has nothing to do with you. Take care of yourself, your mouth, and your children. Don't disturb others." After that, she hung up the phone neatly.
But after hanging up the phone, she slumped on the sofa for a long time.
For so many years, Yan Jia has been as quiet as a chicken, so contacting her suddenly like this can't be for no reason. What kind of little girl can there be by Xiao Wanqing's side
A young and bright face suddenly flashed in her mind, as well as the sense of threat that she had forgotten for a long time and now recalled.
Wen Tongxin thumped suddenly, his whole body turned cold.
The long expectation really came to nothing, she clearly heard the cruel sound of her heart breaking into pieces, but after a long time, at the moment of real death, the pain was a little numb, so numb that she could still think clearly.
Very panic, very messy, very anxious, very scared.
Xiao Wanqing, are you crazy? !
Even if it wasn't her, even if it was someone else, as long as Xiao Wanqing could live a good life, she was willing to accept it wholeheartedly and return to the position of good friend. But, how could it be Lin Xian? ! Does she know what this means? !
Wen Tong's deep eyes became more and more gloomy, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
She replied to Xiao Wanqing: "Yan Jia called to ask me."
Xiao Wanqing's expression turned cold, and a dark fire rose in her heart. She took a deep breath, and apologized to Wen Tong: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide what you meant, and I planned to tell you when I had dinner with you in two days. I didn't expect that I let you get it from someone else. learned of this."
Wen Tong worked hard to adjust his almost uncontrollable bad tone caused by the mixed emotions of anxiety, disappointment, pain, and worry, tried his best to calm his voice, and met Xiao Wanqing and said: "You Can you come out now? I think we need to have a good talk in person."
"Okay." Xiao Wanqing's eyes darkened, and she agreed softly.
She hung up the phone and returned to the living room. Lin Xian was pulling out the small sofa and sitting in front of the sofa, cutting mangoes. Seeing Xiao Wanqing coming in, the girl turned her head, raised her eyebrows and said happily: "Xiao Xiaowan, I'm trying the method of peeling mangoes that you taught me before." She pushed the glass basin beside her and said, "I'll help you!" The grapes are peeled, you eat this first, and the mango later."
Xiao Wanqing's sincere smile from earlier playfulness has long since disappeared. She looked at the girl's bright smile, and there were light and dark ripples in her eyes.
She stood still behind Lin Xian, bent down without saying a word, stretched out her arms to hug Lin Xian, put her face on the girl's thin shoulders, feeling Lin Xian's reassuring and nostalgic body temperature and this made her feel satisfied With a sense of fullness and completeness, the suppressed grievance and pain flashed in the eyes.
Lin Xian sensitively sensed that Xiao Wanqing's mood was wrong. She stopped what she was doing, and asked her in a gentle voice: "What's the matter? Did Aunt Wen say anything?"
Xiao Wanqing shook her head lightly on her body, and said softly: "It's nothing, just something, I'm going out to meet her now."
Lin Xian turned his body slightly and asked her anxiously, "Can I go together?"
Xiao Wanqing looked at her deeply with bright eyes, tenderness like water. With a little reassurance, she leaned forward and pecked Lin Xian's slightly parted thin lips: "It's not very convenient."
In the end, she didn't eat the grapes and mangoes that Lin Xian peeled for her, but just hugged Lin Xian again, took the car keys and turned to go out.
"Wait for me to come back." This time, she said that to Lin Xian.
The author has something to say: Aunt Wen was broken in love and cried in her arms.
Shi Jinglan raised his eyes: Come here.
The above is purely fictitious. 2333 might say the opposite.