On a starry night in September, in the private holiday villa Shi Jinglan bought in the outer suburbs of Nagasawa City, beside the swimming pool, Shi Jinglan was wearing light silk pajamas, with her long legs crossed, and she was sitting gracefully on a recliner. She hung up the phone, shook the goblet in her hand, and thoughtfully put it on the small table beside her.
Wen Tong was tired from swimming, took off his hat, grabbed the escalator, and came up from the swimming pool with his long wet hair. She was originally tall, with a narrow waist and long legs. Due to years of fitness and shaping, the muscle contours of her whole body are more rigid and soft.
Wen Tong's working ability is obvious to all. Under her leadership, Shi Xing quickly and steadily took away a large piece of cake in the new media market. This year, due to the expansion of the market and the continued expansion of the strategic territory, Wen Tong moved to Nagasawa City and has been stationed here in recent months. Shi Jinglan herself traveled to various wine tables and golf courses in various places, and had no time to be alone, so they haven't seen each other for nearly two months.
Shi Jinglan stared at Wen Tong's beautiful figure for a moment, with complicated and obscure eyes.
As a boss, she appreciates Wen Tong's attitude towards work, but as a lover, she is a little annoyed. If Shiman hadn't returned to China to take over part of the business, she would have been able to steal half a day's leisure, and came to Nagasawa City on the pretext of vacation, and met Wen Tong, Wen Tong, wouldn't Wen Tong take the initiative to go back to find her
Wen Tong noticed Shi Jinglan's staring eyes at him, looked at most of his naked skin, curled his lips, and raised an eyebrow at Shi Jinglan ambiguously.
Shi Jinglan met her eyes, looked away calmly, and casually threw the bath towel on the side of the recliner to Wen Tong.
Wen Tong reached out to catch it, chuckled, and sat on the reclining chair separated from Shi Jinglan by a round table, with his head down, casually wiping the water on his body.
"Just received a call, Manman started to help Lin Xian find Xiao Wanqing." Shi Jinglan told Wen Tong calmly.
Wen Tong's wiping action paused for a moment, and when he looked sideways, he glanced at Jinglan, suddenly closed his eyes in relief, and said softly: "Let Manman help, Lin Xian, it's worth it."
Shi Jinglan was a little surprised: "You didn't think so before."
When Xiao Wanqing just left, Lin Xian couldn't contact Shiman, and when he had nowhere to go, he took the liberty to look for her, and anxiously begged her to help her find Xiao Wanqing. She said that she will definitely remember this great kindness and will repay her in the future.
Seeing the face of Shi Man and Wen Tong, Shi Jinglan was a little moved, but he didn't really pursue it to the end, and died without a problem. Because she turned around and asked Wen Tong, Wen Tong was silent for a long time, and told her, forget it, she respected Xiao Wanqing's decision, if she hadn't thought it through carefully and was desperate, Xiao Wanqing would not have come to this step to leave. Even if found, what can be changed? Lin Xian can't grow up, be independent, and can't convince her parents, Xiao Wanqing will never be able to get real peace of mind and happiness. What's more, under Xiao Wanqing's protection, Lin Xian will never be truly independent, truly grow up, and truly divorced from his parents. Found it, but it was another torture.
"Two days ago, Lin Xian's mother, Zhou Qin, called me. She asked me if there was any news about Xiao in the past few years, and asked me if I could help Lin Xian and find Xiao together." Wen Tong Putting down the towel, he explained lightly.
Those who opposed and resisted back then have no choice but to give in. The firmness and affection Lin Xian showed here can be imagined.
"I have seen Lin Xian's hard work and persistence over the past few years, and I secretly helped her find it. I believe that the love she said is true, and it is not a young man's game. Xiao, this time there is no love. Wrong person."
With her firm persistence, Lin Xian won the compromise and approval of her parents, as well as her respect and approval.
She thought of her best friend who didn't know where she was or how she was doing in the past few years, who was as soft as a willow in the wind and as strong as Ling Dongzheng's plum, and her eyes gradually faded away...
When Shi Jinglan saw that Wen Tong was obviously thinking about Xiao Wanqing, so he looked dazed and lost his mind, he frowned imperceptibly, and gradually pursed his red lips.
Half her life has been full of ups and downs, and after going through the world, she has long passed the time when she needs to make vows and talk about love, but Wen Tong, after all, is a little too calm, and she has a certain amount of advance and retreat.
In the past five years, they were like lovers. After work, they ate together, took vacations, went to bed together, and even met their parents. However, no one has ever revealed their feelings for each other, let alone confirmed their relationship. Except for the first one or two years, Wen Tong could still see obvious tenderness and nostalgia for her, but later on, he became more and more neither humble nor overbearing, and remained calm. At the beginning, Shi Jinglan felt that she was enjoying such an unfettered relationship, but later she gradually sank, and when she realized that she wanted to be stable, she secretly endured it.
Whoever is tempted first loses. The initiative was in her hands at the beginning, but unconsciously it seemed to have passed into Wen Tong's hands.
Shi Jinglan couldn't let go of her face and took the initiative to break the relationship, so she took a deep breath and began to hint. She thought that Wen Tong cared about her reputation outside, so she put away her earlier attitude of acting out for business and not caring about the scandals in the sky, and became famous in the circle for being clean and self-conscious, not close to men and women. But Wen Tong asked her jokingly on the bed once about the rumors about her transition, but she was still indifferent and did not express anything.
Shi Jinglan couldn't figure out what was going on in Wen Tong's mind who was becoming more capable and steady, a little annoyed and a little itchy.
She lifted the thin blanket covering her body, stood up and stepped on the cobblestone floor with her bare feet, climbed onto the recliner that Wen Tong was leaning on, knelt on one leg beside her long legs, and bent down like an ancient pond Staring at Wen Tong with his calm eyes, he asked her coldly, "What are you thinking?"
Wen Tong came back to his senses, looked at this woman who was always used to hiding herself, reached out to wrap her arms around her waist, and brought her to him, a sly smile flashed in his eyes.
She kissed Jinglan's tender earlobe lightly, and asked her softly with a smile: "What do you want to know?"
For those who have everything at their fingertips, what they can't get is the best; for those who have a strong desire to control, what they can't grasp is the most lasting passion. This is what she has slowly learned in the emotional confrontation with Shi Jinglan over the years.
"I'm asking this question on behalf of the many nympho fanatics of you. The author, are you short of a partner?" The dignified and beautiful hostess smiled and joked about the successful young woman in front of her.
After a moment of silence, Lin Xian's tightly pursed thin lips gradually loosened, and he raised his hand to cover his neckline, stroking the warm white jade on his chest that was already familiar as a part of her body through the shirt, a slight smile hung on his lips again, and said softly Said: "It may disappoint everyone."
She looked at the camera, as if looking at something through the camera, her eyes were deep, gentle and sad: "Speaking of which, if she can watch this show, I want to tell her that my heart has never changed , I miss her very, very much..." At the end of the speech, the calm and steady tone was a little choked up.
The night wind at the end of October blows in through the open window, bringing with it the coolness of late autumn. Leaning on the bed, the thin, elegant woman with long curly hair seemed to feel the coldness, and couldn't help but hugged the plush Teddy, which was half a person's height, tightly in her arms. She stared at the extraordinary girl on the screen, her gentle eyes filled with unresolved affection and melancholy.
This is a small county town under Yiping with a slow pace of life, close to the section of the river bank where Xiao Wanqing and Lin Xian traveled to that night when they gave up their bodies and minds in that year.
For a long time after leaving Anjiang City, Xiao Wanqing was devastated, helpless, full of concern and reluctance for Lin Xian, despair and boredom of the long life ahead. It was like being exiled by fate again. Although the world is big, she has nowhere to go and no branches to rely on.
She thinks she makes a living by writing articles for self-media and taking care of travel journal submissions. With all the good memories Lin Xian bestowed on her, she drags the little Teddy in the suitcase that they have hugged tightly, aimlessly, in shape Desperately, she walked through many strange cities that she and Lin Xian had longed for, trying to fill the huge hole called emptiness that was bleeding in her heart.
The more roads she can walk, the more people she meets, and the busier the surrounding environment, the more lonely and anxious she becomes, and the more she understands that missing Lin Xian is a hidden disease that goes deep into her bones and cannot be cured.
In November of the first year, it was Lin Xian's birthday, and winter was approaching. Xiao Wanqing hid in a small town hotel in the far north to write a manuscript, watching light snow falling profusely all night outside the window.
Xianxian said that he wanted to watch the first snowfall in his life with her.
She leaned over the desk and closed her eyes, the past was vivid in her mind, the girl's laughter was still in her ears, when she opened her eyes, all she could see was the deep and desolate night and desolation.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, she finally couldn't hold on and fell ill. She stayed in bed for half a month, had a high fever intermittently, and watched the snow fall one after another outside the window.
Many nights, she was in a daze with fever, coughed so much that she couldn't sleep, unable to get up to boil water to stop her cough, and slumped on a small bed in a foreign land, asking herself passively and boredly, is there any point in living like this? I don't want to struggle anymore, living is so tiring.
But she looked sideways at Lin Xian looking at herself in the group photo on the bedside, holding the cold and soft body of the little Teddy in her arms, she was still reluctant or greedy.
In her lifetime, she still wants to see Lin Xian again. Even if, only on the far side—
After the Lin family forgave her, or after Lin Xian forgot her.
If one day she was going to die and couldn't return to her hometown or be buried in her hometown, where could her soul be placed
The illness finally got better slowly. With her sick body, she ended her wandering and came here. Apart from Anjiang City, she came to this place where she and Lin Xian had the happiest and most carefree memories.
If there was a day when she couldn't make it through, she wanted to bury her in the gentle hometown that Lin Xian had given her.
In 2014, Xiao Wanqing finally found Lin Xian's first novel published online. Her long-dead heart was finally revived bit by bit in her lover's words and after she regained Lin Xian's news.
With her keen market intuition and rich book marketing experience in the past, she secretly helped Lin Xian strategically buy the hidden marketing she had worked with and trusted in the past, and personally drafted recommendation strategies and manuscripts for different platforms. With the addition of Wen Tong's icing on the cake, Lin Xian, who already has strength, but lacks fame and no channels to reach the audience, has become a god just as she expected.
Xiao Wanqing is like a ship that has lost its direction in the sea and drifted with the wind. After having a channel to watch Lin Xian from afar, she regained her sailing direction.
Lin Xian is growing up, she can't be by her side to accompany her, but she still wants to be her backing for her peace of mind, she wants to help her as much as she can, shield her from the wind, escort her, and let her go smoothly , go a little further.
She regained her strength, hid behind the Internet, picked up the blueprint that she had planned with Wen Tong, capitalized on her excellent writing ability and precise market vision, and started to operate her own business with the official account as the first platform. media. She is alone, knowing that her time and energy are limited, so she seeks quality rather than quantity. In addition to writing articles by herself, she pays heavily to receive high-quality submissions, and steadily accumulates audiences. After a few popular editorial articles, the official account is gradually on the right track , She also gradually entered the small circle of some self-media people.
She doesn't have great ambitions, but she only hopes that one day when Lin Xian stands taller, if someone needs to speak for her and build momentum for her, she can stand up and speak out, even if her voice may be weak.
In 2017, an old neighbor who had known each other for a long time knocked on Xiao Wanqing's door and asked her if she had time to help with a high school Chinese class. In the middle of the semester, the school will not be able to recruit a suitable substitute teacher for a while, so I immediately think of her who I trust. The other party has taken care of her since she moved here and accidentally took care of his little grandson who sneaked back from get out of class early but didn't bring the key.
Apart from her, there are other people in the daily operation of the official account. Her workload is not heavy, mainly reviewing and writing manuscripts. In addition, I don't know if she has been away from the crowd for too long, and she has some bottlenecks in writing. Xiao Wanqing thought over and over again, and agreed to the request.
Day after day, year after year, she has been watching Lin Xian from a distance, obtaining limited information related to Lin Xian, watching her grow up bit by bit, go to a high place, and fly to a high altitude. After going through the heart-wrenching and heart-piercing pain of not hearing from Lin Xian at the beginning of the separation, the days of paying close attention to her from afar have been long, and she has been busy with work. Xiao Wanqing found that life has not become sad, but unhappy.
Like a one-sided long-distance relationship, Lin Xian is always the lover she cares about. She just hasn't seen her for a long time.
It's just that she often dreams of her late at night, and when she wakes up reluctantly, she will find that the pillow is wet again.
Lin Xian said that her heart has never changed.
Xiao Wanqing looked at the screen with sore eyes. She picked up the group photo on the bedside, fondled the girl's bright face with her fingertips, and bowed her head to kiss her tenderly.
Xianxian... She called her name with sobs in her heart.
Over the years, she looked at Lin Xian's Weibo profile, and thought about going back to her countless times regardless of some. But the more time passed, the more courageous she became.
When Lin Xian became famous two years ago, her family background was also dug up. There is a joke circulating in the fan gossip that people who have heard Lin Xian’s mother’s lecture said that in a lecture half a year ago, Professor Zhou accidentally mentioned her daughter and said that the only request for her was that she hoped that she would talk about it once. normal love. So, how abnormal is the love that their author talked about before.
Xiao Wanqing understands that Zhou Qin's resistance to her has not dissipated with time.
Besides, Lin Xian is in full bloom, and the world is getting wider and wider, but she is gradually going towards sunset. She has passed through Lin Xian's age, and she understands that sometimes, after persisting for a long time, people will not be able to tell whether what you insist on is love, or the obsession with the past that you can't let go of.
She was afraid of her appearance, which was becoming more and more inappropriate.
She hugged the plush teddy, replaying and watching the precious, talking, and lively, her grown-up lover with moist eyes in the dark, over and over again, with tears in her eyes until dawn.
In early November, the day before the school's midterm exams, it rained heavily.
Xiao Wanqing finished her Chinese class, patiently answered the students who asked questions, and then walked out of the class. On the way back to the office, she met the female classmate she often met with again.
The girl was the same as usual, as if she was about to go downstairs, she greeted her with a smile, seeing that she was wearing less clothes, and told her to be careful not to catch a cold because it was raining and the weather was cool. Afterwards, the girl chatted with her along the road, walked to the stairs, and parted ways.
Everything is normal, except that they meet too often by chance, and the girl's classroom is upstairs in the opposite direction of their walk.
Xiao Wanqing didn't teach her, didn't care, and didn't even remember when this girl started to appear in her sight. It wasn't until one day that the teacher who had taught this girl in the next class accidentally mentioned her class, that she belatedly saw through the girl's clumsy little thoughts.
Since the girl hadn't pointed it out, she had no choice but to pretend she didn't notice it. She couldn't avoid the girl's chance encounter, but she avoided all the girl's occasional inquiries about her private information, refused the girl's request for any private contact information, and rejected all the gifts she gave in any name.
Xiao Wanqing didn't know that from her first speech under the national flag, her gentle appearance and outstanding temperament made her a big talking point for the lackluster after-school life of the students in this small county school. According to word of mouth, she has long been recognized as a goddess teacher among students.
Occasionally, when she gets bored with pushing back, she will sigh with emotion, where does the obsession come from this girl who has never had a close relationship with her. Just looking at her age similar to Lin Xian's back then, I couldn't help being considerate.
Because of Lin Xian, she has a little more patience and gentleness towards these half-grown children who are somewhat naive and somewhat reckless.
There were no classes for the next two periods. Xiao Wanqing took a rest in the office. Seeing that the rain outside was a little lighter, she took out a spare umbrella from her bag, said goodbye to her colleagues, and walked out of the office building leisurely into the rain.
The rain that had lightened just now gradually grew heavier as she walked.
Xiao Wanqing was wearing a navy blue waist-pinch dress and a camel knee-length windbreaker today. In the slanting wind and heavy rain, the corners of her clothes and skirt were more than half wet.
Helpless, she quickened her pace to the school gate, hid under the corner of the eaves extending from the reception room, put away her umbrella, and took shelter from the wind and rain. Smiling and exchanging a few words with the doorman who was talking to her, she lowered her head and concentrated on shaking off the rain and dew from the corner of her clothes.
Hearing the sound of the rain getting quieter, Xiao Wanqing opened the umbrella again, ready to leave.
However, after she raised her head and feet, and inadvertently glanced at the opposite road, she froze her steps as if she had been frozen by something, her eyes were wide open, her heart was beating like thunder, and she was at a loss.
Across the road not far away, a young and elegant girl was holding a long transparent umbrella, staring straight at her through the traffic.
The girl was wearing white casual shoes, gray cigarette pants, a casual shirt and a small suit on her upper body, which made her stable and energetic. She was holding an umbrella, her waist was straight, her eyes were fixed on Xiao Wanqing without blinking, she walked calmly, and approached her bit by bit.
Xiao Wanqing's nose was sore, her throat was tight, and she stood there in a daze. Her mind was a little blank due to her overly agitated mood. She watched Lin Xian walk through the traffic and walked towards her firmly step by step in a daze.
The girl finally stood still in front of Xiao Wanqing who was one step away, and there seemed to be dark waves surging in the dark eyes that looked at Xiao Wanqing. After a long while, she tilted her umbrella to block the wind and rain that hit Xiao Wanqing from the side, slightly pursed her lips, and greeted her in a low voice, neither sad nor happy: "Xiao Panpan, long time no see."
The voice was one that Xiao Wanqing had recalled countless times in her dreams, both familiar and unfamiliar.
Xiao Wanqing looked up at the girl's familiar face with nostalgia, her heart ached with soreness, she opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.