When it was approaching noon, Xiao Wanqing and Lin Xian finally picked out a sweater and a short skirt. The first floor of the shopping mall is the clothing area, and they plan to go up to the dining area on the third floor to have lunch after shopping one or two more times, and then arrange afternoon activities according to the situation.
When passing by a well-known sports brand store, Xiao Wanqing suddenly took Lin Xian's hand and signaled her to stop: "Xianxian, let's go in and have a look?"
Lin Xian didn't understand, so he looked at the bag containing the short skirt in his other hand, and gently reminded Xiao Wanqing: "Aunt Xiao, there should be sports jackets inside, right?"
Xiao Wanqing guessed that she had misunderstood what she meant, and gently tapped the back of Lin Xian's hands with the thumbs of the two hands that were clasped with Lin Xian, and explained with a smile: "We don't look at the coat inside. I remember, you have two The pair of sneakers are from this brand, let's go in and see if there are any new products of the season that you like."
Lin Xian was taken aback for a moment, looking at Xiao Wan's bright eyes, recalling the brand store she took her past just now, she was suddenly blessed, and suddenly realized that warmth flowed through her heart in an instant. Standing in front of her, this gentle and smiling woman is always so considerate and caring. She silently recorded all her likes and dislikes, the food she didn't like, and she never saw it again after eating it once; her favorite drink, yogurt, always appeared in the refrigerator in time. She ran out of toothpaste, changed her toothbrush, and replaced it with her favorite brand and variety...
She never said everything, but Xiao Wanqing understood everything, and kept it in her heart.
Now, even her favorite brand of shoes and clothing, it turns out that she has remembered...
With a smile on the corners of Xiao Wanqing's lips, she was still encouraging Lin Xian: "Let's pick out a pair of sneakers first, and then, we'll go to the L shop ahead to see some boots that can match your little skirt, shall we?"
Lin Xian's eyes softened, the corners of his lips curled up, and he shook his head slightly, expressing his rejection.
Doubts flashed across Xiao Wanqing's eyes, and she asked warmly: "Xianxian, don't you like this brand anymore? Is this brand outdated among you young people recently? It's okay, I didn't think carefully Alright, let's go straight to the front and look at the boots later."
Lin Xian stared at her, but still shook his head: "Aunt Xiao, I don't want you to buy me shoes."
Xiao Wanqing's warm eyes were full of puzzlement, she frowned, shook Lin Xian's hand lightly, and asked Lin Xian softly, "What's wrong with Xianxian?" Her tone was gentle, trying to coax Child. She thought Lin Xian was being polite.
Lin Xian narrowed her eyes, and explained in a calm tone: "Aunt Xiao, I used to watch TV dramas. When the heroine gave her boyfriend a birthday present, her friend told her that she couldn't give her shoes." She paused, seeing Xiao Wanqing was listening carefully, smiled slightly, and continued: "The implication of giving shoes is to break up. If you give shoes, people will leave."
Xiao Wanqing was slightly taken aback, she shook her head subconsciously, she had never heard of this statement, let alone thought of it.
Lin Xian raised his eyes, stared at her with burning eyes, and said seriously, "Aunt Xiao, I don't want to leave, I don't want to be separated from you." The girl's tone was unusually determined and serious.
Xiao Wanqing didn't understand her pun. But she could tell, the girl's expression seemed to be waiting for her answer, and it seemed that there was something else to say.
Under her strangely burning gaze, Xiao Wanqing's heart twitched inexplicably.
Xianxian, what are you talking about
Lin Xian seemed to see her doubts. She gently clenched the hand holding the rope of the clothes bag, then she took a step closer to Xiao Wanqing, bit her lips and looked at her steadily, with a gentle voice but a firm tone: "Aunt Xiao, I don't want to go, I I want to stay with you for the New Year." In her eyes, there is complete sincerity and soft warmth.
Xiao Wanqing's heart skipped a beat as her soft and sincere words fell.
Lin Xian said that she wanted to stay with her...
For many years, she has been used to being alone. On New Year's Eve, from the first time to drink with the shadows and get drunk, to the last, to make porridge and medicine, and sleep until the next day.
From the moment she pulled her luggage and resolutely stepped out of her parents' house, it was doomed that she would never have a happy time with her family.
Unfortunately, she was too young at that time.
She was too decisive to leave her parents who loved her deeply, and she refused to let go of her stance at all. Just because she was sure that they loved her.
She took too firm a step towards the person she liked, without hesitation at all. It was because she was sure that Yan Jia loved her.
Then, on New Year's Eve that year, Yan Jia went home alone. She said that her parents were waiting for her at home, and there was only one day a year, so she had to go back.
There was only her, alone, homeless, looking at the feast that Yan Jia had left for her, pitying and drinking with herself. In the dark night, the TV is turned on until dawn.
Later, Yan Jia left. She is in a very bad state, Wen Tong has been helping her contact her parents in private, acting as a peacemaker. Parents, after all, still feel sorry for her. A few days before the New Year's Eve of the second year, my mother took the initiative to call her and said that she and her father were going to visit colleagues in the North District. Would it be convenient to stop by her house
She was flattered and agreed naturally. She dreams that, maybe, this New Year's Eve she will have a home again.
But in the end, that day, they didn't get to step into the house their daughter had bought that she had been cleaning and tidying so excitedly that they hadn't lived in a single day.
Never before, never after.
In this life, it is no longer possible.
That year, she went back to her parents' house in the southern district, and looked at the two black and white photos of New Year's Eve.
After that, she never dared to go back there again.
Obviously when she was young, she promised them that when she grows up, she will buy a big house, and wherever she goes, she will take her parents there.
Dad teased her, you won't think so when you grow up and get married.
She said, no, home will always be where parents are.
When I was young, the word forever was always easy to say.
At that time, Dad obviously didn't believe her Tongyan's expression, but his brows were obviously full of joy. She still felt aggrieved at the time, obviously she said it so sincerely.
After her parents left, every time she recalled the past, she felt like a knife was piercing her heart.
Can't believe she's right.
Can't believe she's right.
Why, I chose to believe her in the end.
If you didn't come to her, if you didn't take a detour to buy her favorite food, if you didn't...
However, there are no ifs in life.
She thought that she was not qualified to step into the home her parents left her.
How could she have the right to go back there again and steal the past warmth that she had ruthlessly left behind.
Later, every year and festival, many colleagues and friends, even Zhou Qinlinzhan, and their parents, who felt sorry for her alone, invited her to go home to celebrate the festival together, but she politely declined one by one.
That's not her home, it's the time when the whole family should be happy, how could she, an outsider, bother her.
Besides, she was the only one who was alone, and she deserved what she deserved.
This is the first time someone, didn't say, Xiao Wanqing, you and I go home for the New Year.
Instead, Xiao Wanqing, I don't want to leave, I want to stay and spend the New Year with you.
After all, everyone has their own home, and who can abandon their home cruelly for her.
As a lover, Yan Jia couldn't do it. As a friend, Wen Tong was able to persistently invite herself to go home to celebrate the New Year every year.
Xiao Wanqing looked at Lin Xian's firm eyes, and watched her thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line, her always bright face showed a rare determination and persistence.
She was obviously a half-old child who had just grown up, but at this moment, Xiao Wanqing gave Xiao Wanqing the illusion that she was as calm and reliable as a hill.
Lin Xian... Xiao Wanqing silently and lingeringly recited the name in her heart. The tip of the nose is slightly sour, and the eye sockets are warm.
She lightly sniffed her nose, gritted her teeth, suppressed the wetness in her eyes, approached the girl standing opposite her in front of her, stretched out her hand, and gently wiped away the fine ink that was a little messy due to walking. After pulling her hair back, Zhuang Ruo naturally scolded her in a warm voice: "What are you talking about, your parents, grandparents are waiting for you to go home for the New Year."
At the bottom of her heart, there was a moment of unbearable heartache, which made her nose sore again, and her nasal cavity gradually became unable to breathe freely.
In those years, there were people like this, who prepared delicious food for her and waited eagerly. Her mother always started asking her a few days before the school holidays, what she wanted to eat when she came back, and told her that the family had ordered yogurt, milk, and small pastries for her. Her father always drove early and waited for her outside the school gate as soon as the school was on holiday. Obviously, it was only more than an hour's bus ride home.
During the two years she was away, what kind of years did they pass
Xiao Wanqing's gentle tone was gradually tainted with bleak sadness, and because of the stuffy nasal cavity, she had a slight nasal voice: "Xianxian, it is a very good thing to have someone waiting for you to go home for the New Year, don't let them wait If you fail, don’t let them down.” She said, “It’s just like what you want to express in the psychological drama you wrote, cherish it.”
Lin Xian's thin lips were pursed tighter and tighter, Xiao Wanqing's eyes were indistinguishably gloomy and complicated. She seemed to be trying her best to restrain something, only her hand, holding Xiao Wanqing's hand unconsciously made Xiao Wanqing feel pain, faintly leaking a little bit of her emotions.
"But, Aunt Xiao, you are also someone I want to cherish." The girl's voice was different from the clear and melodious voice of the past, it was low and astringent, as if it was squeezed out of her throat.
Xiao Wanqing's breathing was slightly suffocated, and her heartbeat became inexplicably disordered in an instant, very sore. She subconsciously looked for Lin Xian's eyes, looking for the window that is most likely to reveal people's true emotions.
But Lin Xian lowered her head and closed her eyelids, only leaving Xiao Wanqing with a faintly visible tight lip line.
The next second, Lin Xian raised his head, and his eyes met Xiao Wanqing's. There was a mist in her eyes, but it was vaguely familiar with sincerity and seriousness, just like, that night a long time ago, she asked her: "Aunt Xiao, when you find someone in the future, can you show me first, and I will help you." Guard?"
This time, she asked her: "Aunt Xiao, do you still believe that in the future there will always be someone who will hold your hand, go through the wind and rain, and spend every festive night with you."
Xiao Wanqing looked at her, at the pedestrians coming and going behind her, and at the pairs of shoes of different colors in the glass window, inexplicably absent-minded.
It seems inappropriate to talk about this topic here.
But the girl was relentless, her gaze was burning like torches, her heroic and charming eyebrows were tightly locked, and she begged her earnestly with every word and every word: "Aunt Xiao, that person just came a little late. She must be very sad too, let you wait It's been so long. In the future, if she comes and wants to stay, don't push her away, okay?"
The warm afternoon sun outside the transparent dome of the shopping mall finally cleared away the cloudy clouds and illuminated the earth. The light penetrated the glass and hit Lin Xian's body, casting a hazy warm light on her. The girl's eyes were black and deep, and the bridge of her nose was sharp and straight. Under the light, the edges were feathered and white, almost translucent.
Xiao Wanqing had already made up her mind that no one would come.
She has been waiting for no one.
Only children will believe that there is always a destined person who can lead you out of the abyss.
Only children can do this, naively want to use their own heart full of expectations and yearning for the world to warm a heart that has long been cold and late.
But Lin Xian stared at her, speaking so swearingly and convincingly, that she suddenly couldn't say that sentence of rejection, and couldn't say that sentence of denial.
That day, she replied to Lin Xian: "You will know when you grow up."
But now she thinks, Lin Xian doesn't need to know when he grows up. She's just as good as she is now. Forever young, always enthusiastic.
Even if it is to lie to her, let her feel at ease. Xiao Wanqing told herself. She heard her own voice, violated all her previous beliefs, and promised the girl: "Okay."
Then she saw that Lin Xian's brows and eyes were stretched, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he smiled slightly.
Her clear and clear smile is as warm as the spring breeze in March, where the ice and snow disappear.