I don't know how long it took, the gorgeous fireworks in the sky were finally in full bloom, the hustle and bustle receded, and everything gradually returned to silence. The crowd seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then, everyone started talking and laughing and dispersed.
The deafening roar passed, and Lin Xian finally reluctantly put down his hands covering Xiao Wanqing's ears, and lightly clasped them on Xiao Wanqing's slender waist. She put her chin on Xiao Wanqing's shoulder, poked it playfully, and once again blessed her devoutly in her ear: "Aunt Xiao, Happy New Year."
As the warm hands left the pinnae, Xiao Wanqing felt for a moment that the night wind was cold, so cold that she was inexplicably nostalgic for that temperature. She straightened up naturally, left Lin Xian's embrace, turned around, stared at Lin Xian with eyes like water, and smiled back at her: "Happy New Year."
Lin Xian frowned, and said playfully, "This is the first year."
Xiao Wanqing said "En?" with doubts.
Lin Xian stretched out his hand to take Xiao Wanqing's hand, put it in the bag, tilted his head, and there was a star in his eyes: "The first year we spent together, after that, there will be a second year, a third year , for many, many years."
Xiao Wanqing looked at her, her heart fluttered slightly. Then, just a second thought, the smile on her lips faded a little. She shook her head, like an ordinary elder half-jokingly teasing the younger generation: "When you grow up, Xianxian, there will be more people who want to hold hands for the New Year's Eve together." She stretched out her hand to gently help Lin Xian Her long hair, which was blown messily by the wind, was low, with a sense of melancholy and depression that she didn't even realize. She laughed at herself faintly: "When you grow up, you will forget me as an old man." Auntie..."
Lin Xian saw that there was a slight melancholy in her warm eyes, and her heart ached slightly. She tightened her grip on Xiao Wanqing's hand, and just wanted to deny that she wouldn't, when Shiman and Xia Zhijin approached them and called out: "Aunt Xiao, Xianxian, Zhijin and I are going back, do you want to go back?"
Xiao Wanqing let go of the inexplicable melancholy just now, and then put on a warm and jade-like smile, and asked Lin Xian: "Go back?"
Lin Xian frowned, pursed his lips, and swallowed what he hadn't said. She glanced at Xiao Wanqing's clothes, closed her eyes, and agreed: "Well, go back. It will be colder later, you wear too little."
When Xiao Wanqing heard this, her heart warmed up, she smiled, and turned her head to greet Wen Tong, telling her that they were going to leave. She turned sideways and opened her mouth to whisper: "Wen Tong, we..." Before finishing speaking, Xiao Wanqing looked at the empty place around her, where there was Wen Tong's figure, the ending sound faded away.
At this moment, Xiao Wanqing realized that Wen Tong was no longer by her side at some point.
She asked Lin Xian, "Did you see where Aunt Wen went?"
Lin Xian's eyes flickered, thinking of the distant gaze between her and Wen Tong just now, her heart sank slightly. She nodded and replied: "When I was watching the fireworks just now, Aunt Wen suddenly turned around and left for some reason."
Xiao Wanqing frowned, a little puzzled and worried. Wen Tong is not the kind of person who will leave without saying hello, what happened? She withdrew her hand from Lin Xian's hand, took the phone out of her bag, and apologized to Shiman and Xia Zhijin who were standing aside waiting for a reply: "Zhijin, Manman, otherwise you go first, don't wait for us."
Xia Zhijin smiled slightly, and said: "It's okay, let's go together, we also want to say hello to Man Man's mother." Then, she also took out the phone from her bag and handed it to Shi Man.
Shi Man murmured: "Tell her what to do, she came by herself in the driver's car, and didn't take our car back." Although she was reluctant, she took the phone after all, and Shi was shocked. Lan called the past.
Xiao Wanqing dialed Wen Tong's cell phone, but it rang for a long time before no one picked it up. Just when Xiao Wanqing thought that Wen Tong would not pick up, the call was connected. Xiao Wanqing immediately asked worriedly: "Wen Tong, it's me, where are you?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then Wen Tong's usual lazy and casual voice came over: "I'm lost, do you want to pick me up?" Before Xiao Wanqing could answer her, she kept a low voice Laughed, and explained to Xiao Wanqing with a serious face: "I just went to find the bathroom, and when I came out, I met someone I knew at work. There was something wrong, so we went back to the hotel to talk in detail. I thought there is still You may not be able to hear the fireworks, so I didn't call you for now."
Xiao Wanqing didn't doubt that he was there, she immediately felt relieved, and asked her: "Xianxian and I are going back, are you going back?"
Wen Tong pondered for a while, not knowing what to do, suddenly coughed several times in a hurry, and then replied in a hoarse and difficult voice: "Well, I booked the room before, I'm a little tired, so I won't drive back , don’t wait for me, be careful on the road.”
"Okay, then Xianxian and I will go back first." Xiao Wanqing paused for a moment, thought of something, and said in a warm voice: "It's cold at night, don't stand outside for too long, be careful of catching a cold."
Lin Xian has been waiting by the side, listening to Xiao Wanqing's call with his ears upright, wondering if Wen Tong will say anything to Aunt Xiao. Hearing that Xiao Wanqing was so considerate to Wen Tong, she couldn't help feeling sour, and pouted. Shi Man had already finished making the phone call. Seeing this, she wrapped her arms around Lin Xian's neck, pressed her small face to Lin Xian's ear, and teased Lin Xian in a low voice: "I seem to smell sour."
Lin Xian rolled his eyes and gave Shi Man a sharp look.
Xia Zhijin abruptly stretched out her hand and hugged Shi Man from behind Shi Man, pulling away the distance between Shi Man and Lin Xian, and said softly, "Don't make Xian Xian unhappy."
When Shi Manlai was in Xia Zhijin's arms, there was a high arc on his lips. Her peach blossom eyes were full of tenderness, she turned her head sideways, her red lips gently slid across Xia Zhijin's jaw, and her small tongue mischievously licked the tender flesh at the junction of her pointed jaw and snow-white neck, exhaling like blue: " Zhijin, are you jealous?"
The warm and soft touch spread on the cold neck, like a small stream of hot lava flowing through the iceberg, Xia Zhijin's whole body froze slightly, and his heart melted. She maintained her immobile expression, and stopped Shi Man with a doting reproach, "Man Man, don't make trouble." The blush, more honest than her expression, spread over her cheeks bit by bit.
Lin Xian looked at them numbly, envious and jealous, and his heart was even more stuffy.
On the other end of the phone, Xiao Wanqing didn't respond for a long time after hearing the order.
Xiao Wanqing was a little confused, and called out hesitantly: "Wen Tong?"
Wen Tong responded to her softly: "Well, I'm listening." She paused for another second, and suddenly called her in a hurry: "Xiao Wanqing..."
Xiao Wanqing stretched her ears, waiting for her next words.
But in the end, they only waited for a soft sentence: "Happy New Year."
Xiao Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said to her inexplicably, "Well, happy new year."
After she answered the phone, Lin Xian seemed to be concerned about it naturally: "What did Aunt Wen say?"
Xiao Wanqing took the initiative to take Lin Xian's hand, put it in her side pocket naturally, and said back to Lin Xian: "She won't go back." She raised her eyes to look at Shi Man and Xia Zhijin, and greeted softly: "Let's go."
On the way out, the four of them chatted one after another. When another gust of cold wind hit, Lin Xian suddenly stopped, untied his scarf, adjusted the length, divided it in half, and wrapped it around Xiao Wanqing's neck. She spread out the area of the scarf and skillfully circled it a few times, not only surrounding Xiao Wanqing's slender porcelain-white neck, but also covering Xiao Wanqing's pointed chin exposed to the air. She pouted, frowned, and nagged Xiao Wanqing with a hint of distress: "When you go out, you are asked to wear a scarf. You insist that there is no one that suits your clothes, and you want demeanor and not temperature. As a result, look, now so cold."
Xiao Wanqing let her carefully tidy up the scarf for herself, looking at the girl's bright facial features through the hazy night. Perhaps, tenderness is easy to breed in the dark, and she suddenly felt a longing, wanting to reach out and smooth the small wrinkles between the girl's brows bit by bit, and even want to trace the girl's heroic yet charming crescent eyebrows bit by bit. Thin, soft, fluffy, probably as soft and cute as her person.
Lin Xian and Xiao Wanqing looked at each other, and she could vaguely feel that the eyes of Xiao Wanqing staring at her were rippling, softer and gentler.
Unexpectedly, some people are not interesting at all!
Shiman burst out laughing, and teased Lin Xian: "Lin Xian, do you look like Aunt Xiao's little housekeeper now?"
Xiao Wanqing was awakened by the laughter, and withdrew her divergent mind. Hearing this, after carefully recalling Lin Xian's tone just now, she couldn't help laughing out loud.
The charming atmosphere suddenly disappeared.
Seeing Xiao Wanqing's lingering eyes turn clear in an instant, Lin Xian felt a sense of loss all over his limbs. She frowned and stared at the culprit, gnashing her teeth: "Ah, Shiman, I'm going to kill you!"
Shiman hid behind Xia Zhijin, and made a face at Lin Xian without fear: "Come on, come on." She rolled her peachy eyes, took advantage of the situation, turned her head and said coquettishly to Xia Zhijin, "Zhijin, I want a pair too. Scarf." She saw Xia Zhijin wearing a scarf in her spare time two weeks ago, and thought she was going to give her a New Year's surprise. Who knows, until now, that scarf is still quietly lying in Xia Zhijin's drawer, it was not given to her, and I don't know if it was forgotten.
Xia Zhijin didn't move at all, Qingling's voice was the same as usual: "Then I'll go shopping with you in two days."
Shi Man bit his lip and looked at her for a while, then suddenly let go of her hand angrily, ran to Lin Xian's side, ignored Lin Xian's violent beating, and hugged Lin Xian's arm.
Xia Zhijin only thought of her as a child with a temper, smiled helplessly, approached Xiao Wanqing, and walked side by side with her.
The street lamps stretched the figures of the four of them to a long length, turned the corner, and then gradually shrunk them to a shorter one, and finally, they slowly merged into one...
On the bank of the river, a middle-aged man in a black suit trotted over, bent over and handed a silver lighter to the woman with both hands.
The woman made a slight gesture with her eyes, and the man quickly walked up to Wen Tong, and presented the lighter in front of Wen Tong.
She hooked her red lips to Wen Tong with a half-smile, and said in a low and pleasant voice, "Return you."
She lazily dropped the burnt smoke between her slender, pale fingers, and then she turned around gracefully, the sound of her slender high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, one after another, resounded crisply, and gradually going away...
The unextinguished flame was ruthlessly crushed and returned to silence.
The man followed behind her, picked up the cigarette butts on the ground, and followed quickly.
The graceful figure of the woman disappeared into the night with the sound of the knocking.
Wen Tong silently looked at the lighter in the palm of his hand. Under the colorful lights, the word "Time" was engraved on the fuselage, as if silver light was flowing...
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