The waiters served the dishes one after another. The staple food was steak, and the side dishes also included baked deep-sea prawns with cheese, pan-fried silver cod, seafood pizza, turkey salad, milk pudding, Black Forest cake, etc. Since Xiao Wanqing had to drive, Lin Xian did not Taking the opportunity to ask for red wine, the two only ordered a pot of special fruit tea together.
The atmosphere was inexplicably dull, and Lin Xian was still immersed in loss, without saying a word. Holding a knife and fork, she struggled with the steak on the dinner plate. Suddenly, Xiao Wanqing's clear and pleasant voice broke the silence, and softly rang in Lin Xian's ear: "Xianxian..."
Lin Xian stopped what he was doing, and raised his eyes to look at Xiao Wanqing suspiciously.
Xiao Wanqing smiled, the bitterness and loss just now seemed to be Lin Xian's illusion, but at this moment she is the peaceful and charming Lin Xian is familiar with. She glanced softly at the steak in front of Lin Xian's dining table, pushed the steak that had been neatly cut into small pieces in front of Lin Xian, and said softly, "Shall we change it?"
Lin Xian froze for a moment, staring at Xiao Wanqing's soft and beautiful smile, the dullness in his heart suddenly seemed to evaporate more than half. There was a faint smile on her lips, but she still declined politely: "No need, Aunt Xiao, I can do it myself."
Xiao Wanqing was noncommittal, got up slightly and took Lin Xian's steak with both hands, jokingly said: "I know. But I see you are very unhappy when you cut it?" After that, she raised her eyes and asked Lin Xian half-truthfully : "Does the food served look unappetizing? You seem to have been pouting since the food was served, and you can hang a small oil bottle soon."
Lin Xian's face immediately turned a little red, did she show it so obviously? Or, is Aunt Xiao actually observing her emotions carefully
She was both happy and astringent in her heart, lowered her head, and denied it with some embarrassment: "I didn't..."
Xiao Wanqing gently cut the steak, heard the words, raised her tone, slightly elongated her voice, and asked with a tingling smile, "Oh?" She obviously didn't believe Lin Xian's weak denial.
She put down the knife and fork, blinked her eyes, and teased Lin Xian: "Is that because I didn't give you an apple?" She pondered for a while, and said: "It seems that I have heard that in recent years, it is popular to give apples on Christmas Eve. .”
This time, Lin Xian was confident enough to deny it, and said categorically: "No, I'm not so naive."
Xiao Wanqing burst out laughing with a "puchi", and coaxed a child: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, you are not."
So perfunctory! Lin Xian made a small face, and was about to explain something more, when Xiao Wanqing wiped her hands with a wet towel, took out a small box from her bag, pushed it to her, and said with a frown, "I'm naive. "
"Open it and have a look, do you like this little apple?" There was a smile in her eyes, as if there were stars twinkling.
Lin Xian stared at her, her heart seemed to miss a beat.
How could this person be like this! How could it make her so sad, and now, make her so happy...
Lin Xian's lips had an upward arc that could not be suppressed no matter what. She reached out and gently opened the velvet box. Inside the box, lay quietly a pair of apple-shaped platinum hollow stud earrings. Under the light, the small and exquisite stud earrings are shining brightly.
Lin Xian's smile was brighter than that. She raised her eyes and said to Xiao Wanqing in surprise, "It's so cute."
Xiao Wanqing saw that Lin Xian liked her, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were also stained with joy. She rested her chin on one hand, looked at Lin Xian's delicate face, and sighed sincerely: "I don't envy you for being cute."
Lin Xian picked up an earring carefully, and asked Xiao Wanqing half ashamed and half happy: "Aunt Xiao, can you help me put it on?"
Xiao Wanqing nodded, got up and sat down beside her: "Okay."
Xiao Wanqing covered Lin Xian's delicate and round earlobes with cold hands. She lowered her head and lowered her eyes, focusing on searching for Lin Xian's pierced ears. Her warm breath hit Lin Xian's increasingly red ears.
Lin Xian secretly glanced at Xiao Wanqing's fair face, her hands unconsciously clenched her coat tightly, her heart beating like crazy...
Lin Xian was even afraid that Xiao Wanqing would hear her heartbeat that was beating too fast and violently, and found that her abnormal heartbeat was like a drum.
Fortunately, in the end, Xiao Wanqing backed away unconsciously.
She looked at Lin Xian seriously for a while, as if she was satisfied with her eyesight, and praised: "It looks good."
Lin Xian's eyes sparkled, she bit her lip, and said melancholy: "But, I didn't prepare a gift for you."
Xiao Wanqing rubbed her little head, disapprovingly: "Did you forget? You showed me the snow."
Lin Xian suddenly threw himself into Xiao Wanqing's arms, buried his head in Xiao Wanqing's neck, and said in a muffled voice: "That doesn't count. Aunt Xiao, let's go to see a real snow in the future. Wait for me to supply you, okay?" ?”
Xiao Wanqing patted Lin Xian's back affectionately, rubbed Lin Xian's head lightly with her chin, and promised her gently: "Okay, I'll wait for you."
The loss, sadness and frustration that the song could not deliver just now have long since disappeared without a trace. Lin Xian leaned against Xiao Wanqing's warm body in front of him, felt the steady and powerful heartbeat coming from his ears, and closed his eyes, gradually letting go.
She stretched out her hand, and stretched out the music score crumpled up in her pocket bit by bit...
After all, she still has a lot of time, after all, she will have many opportunities...
After all, compared to Xiao Wanqing's short past, which she was late for, what she will have is Xiao Wanqing's long future...
She laughed at herself, Lin Xian, you are worthless, you are so easy to coax.
However, she couldn't help but hid in Xiao Wanqing's arms and laughed secretly.
She is willing, willing to do it, and wants to be a worthless person.
On the way back, Lin Xian was in a good mood, and hummed a little song along with the car music played by Xiao Wanqing. When she was about to get home, she seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stopped and asked Xiao Wanqing, "Aunt Xiao, how are you going to spend the New Year's Day holiday?" Zhou Qin asked her if she would go home for the New Year's Day holiday? She said she wanted to stay and spend the New Year with Xiao Wanqing. Zhou Qin had no objections, but she was worried that Lin Xian's wishful thinking would disrupt Xiao Wanqing's normal arrangements, so she asked her to ask Xiao Wanqing if she had any special arrangements, or if the company had annual meetings, organized outings, and the like.
Xiao Wanqing stared ahead, drove into the community, and answered Lin Xian without thinking: "I have an appointment with your Auntie Wen. We will go to Wanquan Mountain Villa to soak in the hot springs on December 31. We will spend the New Year's Eve there. She said that there will be a fireworks display."
Alarm bells ringing in Lin Xian's heart, hot spring? Is that a bathing suit? Ah, and fireworks? What does Wen Tong want to do? !
December 31st? Suddenly something flashed through her mind, she calmed down, she stabilized her voice and asked Xiao Wanqing as if nothing had happened: "But those few days, Aunt Xiao, wasn't it inconvenient? Is it okay?"
She observed carefully that Xiao Wanqing's days each month were not based on the usual one-month cycle, but were deferred by one week each month. In December, it should be around the 31st. Is it okay to take a hot spring
Xiao Wanqing was stunned for a moment, looked at Lin Xian suspiciously, and asked her back: "What do you mean by inconvenient?" She turned her head, thinking, the car entered the garage and reversed into the parking space. Just as the car turned off, Xiao Wanqing realized what Lin Xian was saying.
No wonder, she was always able to precisely fight to keep her from washing the dishes and touch the water in those days, and she was always able to accurately bring brown sugar water and warm babies to her in those days.
Her heart felt sour and weak as if it had been hit by something. She looked at Lin Xian, and there seemed to be a clear spring in her eyes that was rippling gently: "Lin Xian, are you so careful with everyone?"
Lin Xian tilted his head and stared at her for a moment, as if she suddenly thought of something, there was warmth in her eyes. She stretched out her hand, scratched Xiao Wanqing's nose lightly, and asked her back with a smile: "Do I look idle?"
Her hand, as if carrying a trembling electric current, flowed numbly along the nose she had scratched, and trickled all the way into Xiao Wanqing's heart.
Xiao Wanqing turned away her eyes inexplicably and uneasy, and softly annoyed her: "It's not big or small."
Lin Xian didn't care much, she asked Xiao Wanqing with a smile: "Aunt Xiao, can I go with you?" Like a curious child, she spoke yearningly: "Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in the city. Have you ever seen fireworks?"
Xiao Wanqing stared at the car logo on the steering wheel, a little lost. After a while, she nodded and replied: "Okay, let me tell Wen Tong, more people make it more lively, she probably won't mind."
Lin Xian embraced Xiao Wanqing's arm happily, and said excitedly, "Aunt Xiao, you are so kind."
Xiao Wanqing gave Lin Xian a heavy look, forced a smile, opened the car door and said, "Let's go, let's go home."
I don't know what time it is in the middle of the night, maybe because I drank too much fruit tea at night, Lin Xian woke up from urinating. She went out in the dark and glanced at the door of Xiao Wanqing's room. Closed, not a gleam of light. She was afraid of waking Xiao Wanqing up, so she deliberately slowed down her steps. However, after going to the toilet in a daze, she returned to the room, but she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep again, feeling parched.
I don't know if I ate too many high-salt things at night. Lin Xian sat up again irritatedly. She picked up her nightgown, gathered it up casually, got out of bed and went out to the living room to find a water dispenser.
She had just walked into the living room and took out a water glass to drink water, but out of the corner of her eye she seemed to catch sight of it. The balcony that was supposed to be pitch black seemed to have dots of flames and an indistinct black shadow
Even if Lin Xian was bold, he couldn't help but cheer up, and he was so frightened that he woke up.
She held the water glass tightly with both hands, and boldly looked towards the balcony. With the help of the moonlight, she could see clearly the lonely figure leaning on the balcony with seaweed-like hair behind him and a slender cigarette between her fingers. It was Xiao Wanqing.
Lin Xian stared at the cigarette in Xiao Wanqing's hand, gradually loosened his strength, put the cup back, and pressed his thin lips tightly into a straight line.
Her long-standing conjecture was finally confirmed.
She slowly approached the balcony, and saw clearly that on the small table where she once had tea and night talks, there were several empty beer cans scattered here and there, as well as a bottle of whiskey that was more than half empty. An upside-down wine glass.
Lin Xian's lips pursed even tighter.
Xiao Wanqing's five senses, which had been paralyzed by alcohol, were a little insensitive, and her reactions were much slower. When Lin Xian stepped through the balcony door, she realized Lin Xian's arrival belatedly. Completely subconsciously, like a child who made a mistake and was discovered by her parents, she stubbed out the unburned slender female cigarette in the ashtray in half-panic, then looked at Lin Xian helplessly, and murmured : "Xianxian..."
She was only wearing a thin nightgown, not even a coat, shivering in the night wind. His eyes, which were always clear and bright, were hazy at the moment, with a little melancholy and a little dazed. She looked at Lin Xian, with a gentle and beautiful face, drunk and hazy, biting her lip, cute and inexplicably wronged.
Lin Xian only felt a dull pain in his heart.
She approached Xiao Wanqing, opened her nightgown, and without hesitation wrapped Xiao Wanqing, who was cold all over, tightly into her arms. She used her warm cheeks to gently press Xiao Wanqing's icy cheeks, and whispered softly in her ear: "Can the small heater keep you warm?"
She felt that the cold body in her arms gradually softened as the heat passed, and she leaned on her with complete trust.
After a while, Lin Xian heard Xiao Wanqing's hoarse and soft voice, which rang in her ears: "On Christmas Eve seven years ago, she broke up with me, and I didn't keep her. At that time, she told me that she got married If you give birth to a child and tell your parents that you will come back to me, I don’t believe you, am I very smart?” His tone was soft like a child asking for praise from an adult.
However, Lin Xian felt that there was a cold liquid dripping down her cheeks.
She hugged Xiao Wanqing, was silent for a moment, and asked her softly: "Aunt Xiao, it's so cold, can I carry you back to your room?"
Xiao Wanqing buried her head on her shoulder and did not speak.
Lin Xian squatted down slightly, supported Xiao Wanqing's waist with one hand, and Xiao Wanqing's long legs with the other, and hugged Xiao Wanqing more easily than expected. Lin Xian's heart ached sharply again.
She is lighter and thinner than she, imagined...
Xiao Wanqing flew into the air suddenly, unconsciously hugged Lin Xian's neck, and looked at Lin Xian with eyes wet with tears, like a frightened little rabbit. Lin Xian adjusted his posture a little, and walked away steadily step by step. She softened her voice, coaxing Xiao Wanqing like coaxing a child: "I am very strong, don't be afraid. Can you hold me tighter?"
Xiao Wanqing's eyes were like water, she looked at Lin Xian, she was silent for a second, then slightly tightened her arms around Lin Xian's neck, and said softly, "Okay."
Lin Xian embraced the person in his arms, feeling as if he had embraced the whole world at once. In that way, the fullness made her nose sour. At this moment, what is in her arms is not Zhou Qin's good sister Aunt Xiao, nor the capable editor-in-chief Xiao of the magazine, but her, Lin Xian, her sweetheart, Xiao Wanqing, who wants to be hugged and cared for all the time.
When she raised her leg to lift the handle of Xiao Wanqing's door, she realized that Xiao Wanqing's door was only ajar. She pushed open the door with her foot, walked into Xiao Wanqing's bedroom, placed Xiao Wanqing firmly on the bed, then lifted the quilt, and helped Xiao Wanqing cover the quilt carefully and properly.
Xiao Wanqing has been looking at her softly.
Lin Xian's throat twitched, and he stood by the bed for a while, then suddenly took off his shoes and nightgown, got into Xiao Wanqing's quilt, and stretched out his hand to gently hug Xiao Wanqing.
Xiao Wanqing turned her head to the side, her still wet misty eyes stared at her without blinking.
Lin Xian pursed her lips, telling her lover like a nagging little wife: "In the future, don't drink so much, okay?"
Xiao Wanqing responded obediently: "Okay."
Lin Xian frowned, and said, "After that, don't smoke anymore, okay?"
Xiao Wanqing sniffed and said softly, "Okay."
Lin Xian only felt that Baisteel was going to be turned into soft fingers. She gritted her teeth, slightly clenched the hand on Xiao Wanqing's waist, and tried to make an inch of it: "Then, you won't like her anymore, okay?"
She stared at Xiao Wanqing nervously, and saw her eyes slightly closed. After a while, she heard Xiao Wanqing answer her in a low voice: "I don't like her long ago."
Her voice was gradually aggrieved: "I'm just not reconciled..." There were crystal tears falling from her slightly closed eyes.
Lin Xian raised his hand distressedly and wanted to wipe her tears away, but Xiao Wanqing suddenly bit her lip and looked at her fixedly, her eyes were moist and cold, and asked her hesitantly: "Lin Xian, are we too close?" gone?"
Lin Xian's outstretched hand froze, and his heart skipped a beat. Isn't she drunk
Fortunately, in the next second, Xiao Wanqing lowered her eyes again, and whispered aggrievedly to herself: "Lin Xian, don't be too nice to me, and don't get too close to me."
"One day, you too will go..."
"I'm the only one left..."
"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry..."
Crystal tears wet the pillowcase bit by bit. She hugged herself and curled up bit by bit.
Lin Xian's heart was sour and unbearable, and the eye sockets were slightly red following Xiao Wanqing's crying every single word. She embraced Xiao Wanqing's thin body with both hands, and promised her tenderly in her ear: "I won't leave, I will never leave."
She touched Xiao Wanqing's broken hair that was wet with tears on her cheek, covered Xiao Wanqing's eyes with her hand, and coaxed her softly: "Go to sleep, shall I sing you a Christmas carol?"
“dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh… oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…”
I don't know how long she sang, her voice gradually decreased until, finally, it disappeared.
She was silent for a long time in the dark night, then she suddenly turned to the air, as if talking to herself, and asked, "Aunt Xiao, do you like me?"
The people around were silent.
Lin Xian turned his head sideways, moved his hands away, and saw that his sweetheart was frowning, breathing steadily, and had already fallen asleep peacefully. On her long, curly eyelashes, which were as fine as a small fan, there were still some unshed crystal tears.
Lin Xian stared at it for a long time, with tenderness like water in his eyes.
After a while, she stretched out her hand, gently wiped away the tears on Xiao Wan's green eyelashes, and said softly, "Good night, little crying bag."