After the end of the sports meeting, it will enter November, which is Lin Xian's birthday month, and it is also a special month belonging to Jingnan University. November 13th is the anniversary of Keenan University, and this year coincides with the 100th anniversary. So since November 1, various school celebration activities have sprung up, and many well-known alumni have been invited back one after another, and various lectures are also coming in an endless stream.
Lin Xian told Xiao Wanqing enthusiastically the night before that she might not come back for dinner in a few nights and was going to attend a symposium with Yu Yao, a writer she likes very much. The next night, Xiao Wanqing saw her for a while. When she came back, she pouted and looked sullen, and didn't even bother her while waiting for the meal.
During the meal, Xiao Wanqing served her soup and teased her in a soft voice: "What's the matter today, who made Xianxian unhappy, your little mouth is so pouted that you can hang a bottle of oil."
Lin Xian took the soup with both hands. Hearing this, she couldn't hold back her face anymore, and said a little embarrassedly: "Is it so obvious?" She stirred the spoon and said frankly: "It's actually nothing. Aunt Xiao, do you still remember what I told you yesterday Yes, are you going to listen to Yu Yao's symposium in a few days?"
Xiao Wanqing nodded, expressing that she remembered.
"Today, I went to the College of Liberal Arts and queued up at noon. When it was almost time for me, there were no tickets..." After finishing speaking, she seemed to recall that she had been exposed to the sun for a long time at noon. In the end, I felt resentful and aggrieved when I was notified that there were no tickets. She couldn't help but frowned again, and complained to Xiao Wanqing: "I'm so angry! It's rare to come here, but the tickets are so small. Every class in the Chinese Department has a quota, and the other colleges combined don't have a quota for one of their departments." Too much, it's not fair!"
Xiao Wanqing looked at the angry girl in front of her, couldn't help laughing softly, echoed her and said: "Well, it's too annoying, next time Li Changgeng comes, our School of Finance and Economics will let them from the Chinese Department, Feel it under the sun." Li Changgeng graduated from the Finance Department of Jingnan University in 2005, but after graduation he entered the entertainment industry and became popular all over the country. He is one of the top four students nowadays.
Lin Xian was delighted by her success, and with a "Puchi" sounded his success again: "Our School of Finance and Economics? Aunt Xiao, you don't want all the direct students from your Chinese department?"
Xiao Wanqing tilted her head slightly, smiled, blinked her eyes and said innocently: "You are enough for me."
It was just a joke, but Xiao Wanqing said it casually. However, as soon as she finished speaking, Lin Xian opened his eyes and looked straight at her as if he had heard something unusual. Xiao Wanqing raised her eyes and saw Lin Xian's eyes filled with a thousand words, but it was a complex emotion she had never seen before. Xiao Wanqing couldn't help being startled, did she say something wrong just now? She bit her lip, feeling a little confused for a while.
However, before she could figure it out and speak again, Lin Xian returned to her usual bright and innocent look, lowered her head and stared at her porcelain bowl, and changed the subject: "Aunt Xiao, there will be a psychological drama competition in our hospital next month." , to participate in the class. Now the class is collecting scripts and selecting the best ones. I plan to take this opportunity to get in touch with the students in the class so that I can integrate into the group." She finally raised her head again, stared at Xiao Wanqing, and asked Said: "I'll finish the script in two days, can I trouble Aunt Xiao to read it for me?"
Xiao Wanqing naturally supported her, and agreed to her without hesitation: "There is no trouble, of course." She put down the surprise and suspicion she had just given Lin Xian just now. I just heard from your mother that you are also very interested in literature, and you have published several novels in magazines since high school, and you have always wanted to read them." This is not a polite word, she learned from Zhou Qin Lin Xian has always been curious since she published novels in magazines, but she never took the initiative to ask Lin Xian for it, because she knew that some people's words were the inner world that she had never opened to people she knew well. Xian is not willing to show her and let her understand. She has always been a person who does not want to make things difficult for others.
Lin Xian just unconsciously stared at Xiao Wanqing's long and thick eyelashes, and her moist red lips that were closed one by one, and fell into her own world. In a few moments, she seemed to realize something more and more. After a long while, until Xiao Wanqing called her name "Lin Xian?" suspiciously, she came back to her senses, looked away, and explained in a concealed manner: "I'm sorry, Aunt Xiao, I thought about it in two days. Not being able to attend lectures makes me a little restless.”
Xiao Wanqing did not doubt that he was there, and looked at Lin Xian with a little more love and worry. I like Yu Yao so much... She clasped her hands and rubbed her slender fingers unconsciously, thoughtfully.
Lin Xian's lunar birthday this year is scheduled for November 5th in the new calendar, which happens to be Sunday, which is five days earlier than her date of November 10 according to the new calendar. Every year, Lin Xian celebrates his birthday twice, once with his family and once with his classmates and friends. According to the tradition, the family has always given her the lunar calendar, but to the outside world, they always declare the new calendar, which is used to celebrate with classmates and friends, and it is also convenient for them to remember.
As usual, except for the time when she was eight years old when she just entered elementary school and it coincided with the family's housewarming, Lin Xian's birthday was nothing more than a celebration with the whole family, grandparents and maternal grandparents. That's it. Lin Xian's original intention was that it would be the same this year, the whole family, plus Xiao Wanqing, would go out to have a meal and celebrate together. But Zhou Qin disrupted her plan, told her that this year is different, it is her adult birthday, and this time she was admitted to Jingnan University, she discussed with Lin Zhan and planned to hold a big one, Invite friends and family to celebrate.
Lin Xian actually doesn't like to socialize with friends and students of her parents and elders, especially if the whole family is full of teachers, peaches and plums are everywhere, and there are tables after tables of brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts she doesn't know at all. This one pulls her to say a few words, that one pulls her to ask a few words, she has to nod and pretend to smile obediently to complete the etiquette.
On weekdays, she is embarrassed to tell her parents that those occasions are necessary, and that she should be considerate of those politenesses. But this is different, it's her birthday, she really doesn't want to torment herself like this anymore. So, she and Zhou Qin came and went, and finally persuaded Zhou Qin to only book three or four tables in the hotel, and invite some close relatives and friends to celebrate together.
Zhou Qin didn't go directly to school to pick Lin Xian home on Friday, but came to Xiao Wanqing's place specially, and invited Xiao Wanqing to celebrate Lin Xian's birthday together on Sunday. Before coming, Zhou Qin already had some confidence in his heart, Xiao Wanqing would probably refuse to go. The circle is very small, and most of the people who come here are familiar with the Xiao family in the past. However, Zhou Qin couldn't help but hold some hope. After so many years, one cannot always be bound by the past. She still hopes that Xiao Wanqing can gradually come out and bravely face everything that intersects with the past.
But Xiao Wanqing had the usual gentle smile on her face, and finally she declined as Zhou Qin had expected: "Sister, I won't go, I will celebrate Xianxian when the new calendar comes." She bowed Seeing Lin Xian biting her lip and looking at herself, looking a little disappointed, she reached out and rubbed her soft hair, and coaxed her softly: "I have prepared a gift for you, and I will give it to you later, okay?" it is good?"
Lin Xian's eyes, which had been dimmed by her refusal, lit up again in an instant, and his tone could not conceal the anticipation and excitement: "Okay." After finishing speaking, she felt a little embarrassed for her lack of restraint. He added in a low voice: "It's actually fine if you don't have a gift."
Xiao Wanqing already knew the girl's occasional duplicity, but she still raised her eyebrows slightly and teased her seriously: "Really? Can I not give it?"
Zhou Qin slapped Lin Xian on the back of the head lightly, and said to Xiao Wanqing with a smile: "Xiao Wan, ignore her, what kind of gift do you give, how old you are and still treat yourself like a child, don't spoil her."
Xiao Wanqing did not agree to Zhou Qin, but stared at Lin Xian with a pair of watery eyes full of stars, sparkling. Lin Xian looked at her watery eyes, which were also stained with a smile for a moment. She raised her eyebrows and said domineeringly: "I'm lying to you, you can't have it. However, even if the gift is just a happy birthday, I will be very happy."
Xiao Wanqing stretched out her hand and gently scratched her nose, and promised her: "Well, if you lie to you, there will be. I will keep it for you and wait for you to come back."
Zhou Qin sighed: "Xiao Wan, you just spoiled her, and it cost you money again."
Xiao Wanqing shook her head and said: "It's nothing, I'm used to myself, and I feel happy when I see Xianxian."
Lin Xian listened to her soft voice, and in his eyes, no one noticed, the more gentle eyes.
Lin Xian and Zhou Qin went out, Xiao Wanqing watched them enter the elevator, and then closed the door. Looking at the suddenly quiet and empty room, she was slightly taken aback, and then, as usual, went to work in the study.
She turned on the computer, checked emails one by one, and reviewed the manuscripts bit by bit. Her slender fingers danced on the keyboard, making crisp and rhythmic "clicking" sounds.
However, after typing a paragraph, Xiao Wanqing's fingers suddenly rested quietly on the keyboard, and did not move for a long time...
I always feel that something is wrong...
Xiao Wanqing turned her head to the side and looked at the empty seat not far away, where the familiar girl was gone.
Ever since Lin Xian first asked for her advice, he sat beside her, and later, it evolved into almost all the evening time spent in the study, Lin Xian always stayed with her in this position next to her. Every time she finished a short paragraph of work, she was distracted for a while to rest, and when she turned her head, she could always see Lin Xian's eyes cast on her, facing her, showing her fine white teeth, and smiling slightly, it was a kind of The silent and heart-warming tacit understanding...
Obviously, Lin Xian didn't come here long ago, but unknowingly, she seemed to have gotten used to living with Lin Xian by her side.
Now, the silence and the cold light in the room that she should have been used to, instead made her feel a little uncomfortable and taste a little lonely.
Xiao Wanqing couldn't help laughing, habit is really a terrible thing.
Her gaze swept over Lin Xian's extraordinarily tidy desktop, and her eyes fell on the psychological drama script that Lin Xian brought back to her after school.
Xiao Wanqing rubbed her brows, closed the computer, got up and went out of the study to get a cup of hot water, stood beside the water dispenser, looked quietly at the dark and empty living room, and drank the water bit by bit. Then, she went to the bathroom, washed her hands, returned to the study, sat down at the table again, and reached out to take the thin script.
Lin Xian mentioned to her that the theme of this psychodrama may sound literary and elegant, but the essence is still the old-fashioned gratitude. Lin Xian analyzed at the time that if it is easy to impress people and can easily resonate with the audience, it must be close to life and close to reality. It is nothing more than family affection, friendship, love, and the object is nothing more than parents, teachers, friends and so on. Xiao Wanqing agreed. Although these topics are old-fashioned, no matter how many years have passed, they are always mainstream hot spots.
On this basis, Lin Xian put forward a deeper analysis. She said that during the competition, the judges are jointly served by the leading teachers of the school and the seniors of the School of Drama. However, the proportion of the judges' scores is relatively heavier . Therefore, she feels that most of the leading teachers are relatively older. Relatively speaking, friendship and love may be more difficult to impress them, and family affection may be more advantageous. In particular, most of them are now in and are playing the roles of parents and children at the same time, and it is easier to have a sense of substitution and empathy. So, she decided to write about the topic of being grateful to her parents.
She said that since she participated, of course she still wanted to win the prize.
After Lin Xian's analysis and these words, Xiao Wanqing was slightly surprised at first, and then deeply appreciated. At that time, she said: "Lin Xian, if you can think of this level, you have already won half of the competition." She has been publishing for so many years, and she knows the importance of market and audience positioning, and this importance , but not every fledgling contributor can realize it. Lin Xian is able to realize this, not only has he already succeeded halfway in choosing the subject matter, but also, in the whole process of writing the script, he will unconsciously have a tendency.
The truth is actually the same. No matter what you do, it is always easy to get twice the result with half the effort if you locate your target audience well, understand them well, and match what they like. But young people are mostly arrogant and arrogant, they are more willing to act according to their own wishes, and disdain to do such flattering things. Lin Xian is just as proud, but what is rare is that she also has self-awareness.
But Xiao Wanqing still wanted to beat her up, reminding her: "However, it is difficult to write new ideas on this theme, and it is also difficult to be brilliant. Mostly, it is useless."
Hearing this, Lin Xian's eyebrows are full of the unruly self-satisfaction of a young man. She blinked, and said with a confident smile: "It depends on everyone's ability to put old wine in new bottles."
"It's a skill..." Xiao Wanqing recalled the girl's pleasing voice, murmured softly, and softened her face involuntarily.
She opened the cover of the script titled "Father" and began to read it seriously.
The narration in the preface of the story is from Long Yingtai's "Watching Off". The so-called parent-child relationship just means that the fate between you and him is to watch his back constantly in this life, and gradually drift away. You stand at this end of the path and watch him gradually disappear at the turn of the path, and he silently tells you with his back: don't chase.
In the beginning, just as Xiao Wanqing expected, it was the generation gap and conflict between parents and children that is not uncommon. The heroine of the story is a sophomore student, and her family is also a strict father and mother model that is common in China. The mother is kind and arrogant to her daughter, and the father is reticent and strict. As they grow older, there is almost nothing to say between father and daughter. Whenever they speak, there is a strong smell of gunpowder.
The first scene is when the daughter returns home from vacation. The parents carefully prepared a sumptuous dinner. The mother has been busy all afternoon, but the daughter is busy chatting with friends on the mobile phone while eating. After being paid attention to and reprimanded, the two broke out in a quarrel, which ended with the daughter throwing chopsticks and shouting, "I don't even have the freedom to play with my mobile phone at home?"
Then, after the daughter and her father quarreled and returned to school, she complained to her classmates and refused to go home for a long time. The mother called her daughter, and the father suggested that the mother turned on the loudspeaker, quietly and carefully eavesdropping on her daughter's long-lost voice, and he poked his wife to ask her when her daughter would come back. He missed her. After his wife hung up the phone, the father sighed deeply, and looked at the call record that was displayed a year ago for a long time. It was the only call made by his daughter on his birthday after she went to college.
In the third scene, the mother secretly calls her daughter to remind her to remember to send a text message to her father on her birthday, and the daughter agrees. However, the father turned the phone ringer to the loudest, looked at the phone every few minutes, and waited until the end of the day without waiting for his daughter's call. Because, my daughter went to the nursing home as a volunteer to visit the lonely elderly, and then participated in club activities at night, and forgot.
In the fourth scene, the father goes on a business trip to the city where his daughter goes to college, and will stay there for a day. He wants to take his daughter out for a good meal at noon, and asks the mother to call her daughter, but the daughter is busy watching Korean dramas with her roommates. As usual, I asked a few homework questions, but before I got to the point, my daughter made an excuse to go to the library, and she was going to go in for a review, so she hung up the phone. When I called again, the phone was turned off. The next day, the father arrived at his daughter's school and called his daughter, hoping to have dinner with her, but the daughter said that she was attending a classmate's birthday party outside now, and it was inconvenient to leave. The father asked her angrily, "Are you so busy? ", when they disagreed, the two quarreled again, and finally the daughter yelled at him: "Don't you know how to eat by yourself?" Hanging up the phone ended. At noon that day, the father ordered a table of food alone in the restaurant outside his daughter's school. In the end, he sat for two hours without eating a bite and left.
That night, my father died of poisoning due to a disulfiram-like reaction between the cold medicine and the alcohol ingested on social occasions. When he had chest tightness and difficulty breathing, he immediately dialed the shortcut key 1 and dialed his daughter's phone number. However, until he hung up, his daughter didn't answer the phone... Then, he called 120 and forced himself out of the room , fell at the elevator door...
In the hotel, the father bought a bag of fruit, bread, milk, snacks that he wanted to bring to his daughter, and the small electric fan on the bed that he bought for her because she and her mother complained about the hot weather... all scattered on the father's bed alone with...
The daughter didn't see her father for the last time, and she cried heartbreakingly, but her father couldn't see her again. She never thought that leaving after the last quarrel would be a farewell, that her roar would be the last sentence she said to him...
She always thought that he was not someone else, they would always have infinite time to wait to relax, no matter what, he would always stand behind her and wait for her...
The past reappears vividly, it is her innocent childish words when she was a child: "Father, when I grow up, I will give you..."
And at the end of the story, it is written that we always think that the world is big, the sky is blue, the road is long, and there is still a lot of time. But they don't know, their world is small, the food is cold, the night is late, their temples are pale, they have been waiting for your rare favor...
It turns out that some people who thought they would never leave will leave one day, but you don't know that turning around is eternity...
A simple and unpretentious story, but because of Lin Xian's delicate and moving writing, it is so extraordinary and touching, touching people's hearts.
Xiao Wanqing's throat was choked to the point of pain, her nose was sore, and her red eyes were filled with crystal drops of water...
In the dim eyes of tears, she seemed to see that year, when she dragged her luggage and clenched her fists and turned around resolutely, her father's angry and blue face, and her mother's face full of sadness and helplessness when she chased him out.
She had no fear at that time, and she ran towards her lover's footsteps with such resolute steps. Because knowing that her parents love her, one day, they will give in and compromise... It's just a matter of time.
She recalled that her mother held her in her arms at the end, the shrimp dumplings she had always loved... Tears welled up in her eyes and wet the thin paper.
She stretched out her hand, and tremblingly took out a small blue note sandwiched in the middle of the paper, unfolded it, and it was Lin Xian's elegant handwriting:
But he didn't blame her.
If you say you have regrets, it means you didn't have time to tell her, so don't regret it.
Xiao Wanqing bit her lower lip tightly with her upper teeth, stared at the few short words on the note for a long time, covered her face with her hands, and finally cried out, crying uncontrollably...
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