If he was usually at home, after breakfast, Lin Xian would have nothing to do, so he would probably turn on the computer, taking advantage of the time difference between Xu Chengjun and her at home during the Spring Festival, and begging him to take him to the arena. But when she came to Xiao Wanqing's house, she finished eating alone and sat in the empty living room, thinking of what Xiao Wanqing told her yesterday, she was a little sad and had no interest in having fun.
If Aunt Xiao is very busy in the future, and they can't have leisure time between meals and quiet evenings like last year, then how can she get close to Aunt Xiao
After all, this is the first time that he likes someone like this, and it is the first time that he pursues someone so painstakingly, or even seduces someone, Lin Xian is a little confused. Slowly lure it... How far has it progressed? Is it okay to continue like this? When should she launch a thorough attack
She frowned, her face solemn, as if she was thinking about a major issue of life and death.
However, the timing doesn't seem right now, does it? Not to mention how much Auntie Xiao has a good impression of her now, or even whether she has a good impression beyond the ordinary friendship, let's say, Aunt Xiao is already very busy with work, she is rushing to her now, isn't she? Inappropriate, more likely to upset her and refuse to accept
Lin Xian took out the phone, swiped open the screen, clicked on the calendar, and looked at the marked day in June—Xiao Wanqing's birthday. She pursed her lips, locked the screen, leaned her head on the back of the sofa, and secretly comforted herself: wait a little longer. March, April, May, there are three months left, let Aunt Xiao take a breath and get busy with this period of time.
She opened her eyes, her gaze fell on the TV in front of the living room, then slowly moved down, and saw the floor in front of the TV cabinet. Unexpectedly, there are some obvious footprints on the usually smooth ground.
I don’t know if it’s because during the Spring Festival, after some colleagues and friends came to visit Aunt Xiao, Aunt Xiao just swept the floor, and she hasn’t done a formal cleaning yet
Lin Xian suddenly jumped up from the sofa and pulled himself together. She took off her long coat, which was somewhat obstructive, and ran to the purposely separated utility room next to the bathroom, took out the rag, bucket, broom, mop, filled the water, went back to the living room, and began to clean up.
She squatted in front of the coffee table, her white and tender fingers that had never been exposed to Yangchun water dipped into the plastic bucket, took out the rag, wrung it dry, lowered her head and carefully wiped the glass of the coffee table bit by bit. Her thin lips were slightly raised, obviously she was working hard, but her heart was full of joy and motivation.
For the time being, she seems to have found a new position and a new mission for herself.
She told herself: Lin Xian, although you can't help Aunt Xiao with work, you can be a solid backing for Aunt Xiao, so that she can have a home where she can rest comfortably and rest after being tired.
By the time she mopped and washed the whole house earnestly and was so tired that she could hardly stand up, it was already past one in the afternoon. Stretching her back and moving her neck, she obediently followed Xiao Wanqing's instructions, went to the kitchen to heat up the food, ate a full meal by herself, and then returned to the room for a lunch break after cleaning the tableware.
I don't know if it was because she was thinking about something, Lin Xian didn't sleep soundly, but after half an hour of sleepy sleep, she woke up. She looked at the alarm clock next to the bed and felt that it was still early, so she wanted to close her eyes and squint for a while, but she couldn't fall asleep anymore, so she simply got up, dressed and went to the kitchen.
At lunch, she had already thought about it. It just so happened that she hadn't started class these few days, and Aunt Xiao was busy with work, so she could prepare dinner. In this way, Aunt Xiao will be able to eat delicious and hot meals after work. She thought of Xiao Wanqing's joyful smile that might bloom on her usual gentle face after dinner, and her heart was as satisfied and sweet as if honey had been wiped on it.
Of course, it was her imagination... Although she learned how to cook with her mother during the winter vacation, and occasionally made simple dishes such as tomato scrambled eggs when Xiao Wanqing was inconvenient, she still had too little hands-on experience. She wasn't so sure that other dishes she made would taste good.
Let's try it first, and if you can still eat it successfully, then tell Aunt Xiao, if it's too bad, she'd better stop embarrassing Aunt Xiao, throw it away secretly, and go to the supermarket to buy more ingredients.
She tied up her hair, took out Xiao Wanqing's usual apron, rolled up the sleeves, put on a decent posture, took out the meat from the refrigerator, put it on the chopping board, and prepared to cook a meal that her mother taught during the holiday Her, smooth powder pork slices with a lesser degree of difficulty.
However, it was a bad start.
After all, she was still not very familiar with it, and the meat was taken out of the refrigerator, and it was cold, so that her hands gradually lost consciousness. She had just cut two pieces of meat, and she cut off her index finger as well. Blood gushed out immediately, dripping all over the chopping board.
Lin Xian was caught off guard, squeezed his fingers, and hissed slightly in pain.
Obviously, she slipped and fell at school before, and she would be wronged and wanted to ask for comfort, but today, she just looked at the blood and meat on the chopping board, frowned, put her hand under the faucet to clean it, and sighed leisurely.
Lin Xian, you are so clumsy, how can you take good care of Aunt Xiao.
She turned around and left the kitchen, dug out the medical alcohol from the medicine box, sterilized her fingers neatly, put on a Band-Aid, and returned to her battlefield again.
This time, she raised her injured index finger, a little more clumsily, but also a little more cautious. After cutting a few more slices of meat, she slowly found the feeling and became a little more comfortable.
Thirty minutes later, the Sliced Pork Soup came out of the pot. Lin Xian tried the taste and was immediately delighted! Lin Xiaoxian, you can still do it!
She poured the soup into the pressure cooker to keep it warm, and then confidently started to prepare the second dish, fried pork with mushrooms.
When the hour hand pointed to 4:30, she checked the Internet and found out how much rice and water would be needed for two people to eat, and cooked the rice.
On the stove, two dishes that looked good in color had already been placed. Lin Xian felt that it was almost time, washed his hands, frowned, and sent a text message to Xiao Wanqing with a happy face: "Aunt Xiao, I have prepared dinner, don't worry, don't worry if you are busy, and be careful when driving."
Xiao Wanqing was sitting upright at the desk, holding the mouse in one hand and resting on the keyboard with the other, her eyes fell on the computer screen, but her eyes were blurred and out of focus.
This year, the magazine did not really have any new plans to open up new markets as she told Lin Xian. She is still the lucky one who can get off work on time from nine to five.
Now, it's almost time to get off work... She couldn't help feeling anxious.
When cooking in the evening, if Lin Xian stayed with her as usual and occasionally hugged and rubbed her intimately, how could she refuse the intimate contact that would make her heart beat abnormally? During dinner, if Lin Xian talked and laughed with her as usual, how could she ignore the girl's heart-wrenching bright face and make herself feel as calm as water
When she was struggling to find a perfect answer, the phone placed on the table vibrated twice, and a text message came in, awakening Xiao Wanqing's distraction.
Lin Xian said that she prepared the dinner by herself, and it was settled.
Xiao Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.
All day long today, thinking of Lin Xian makes her restless. During the meeting in the morning, she was distracted in a rare and irresponsible manner, thinking that she forgot to tell Lin Xian that the pressure cooker should be turned on only when the gas subsides, so she grabbed the phone and wanted to send a text message in a hurry, causing all the colleagues to shout at her in bewilderment. He cast his gaze.
Refusing to think about Lin Xian and downplaying Lin Xian's influence on her is really difficult for her for the time being. Xiao Wanqing's desire to escape was so strong that it overwhelmed her expectation for Lin Xian to cook in person. She gradually closed her hands into fists, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she rested her index finger on the keyboard of her phone and replied to Lin Xian: "Xianxian is awesome, so I don't worry. Xianxian, I have a temporary dinner at night , I won’t go back to eat, maybe I will get home later, go to bed early if you are sleepy after taking a bath, don’t wait for me, just leave the door for me.”
She rubbed the center of her brows, and put down the phone with relief, but her heart was full of bitterness. She has always been a frank person, but she never thought that one day, she would be forced to lie to a child by herself.
She didn't know that Lin Xian at home was standing in front of the chopping board. After receiving the reply, he pursed his lips, stared at the words on the screen for a long time, and looked at the green peppers on the chopping board that were about to be cut. The bitterness in his heart was even worse. .
After a long while, the girl still pursed her lips, and replied to Xiao Wanqing: "Okay, Aunt Xiao. If you drink, remember to eat something to rest your stomach first. Don't drive by yourself when you come back, remember to find a substitute driver."
After receiving Xiao Wanqing's short reply of "yes", Lin Xian put the phone back into his pocket.
Disheartened, she put away the green peppers and put them back in the refrigerator, not making the third dish that she had planned to make. She turned around and looked at the two fried dishes and the soup in the pressure cooker, she immediately drooped her head, her heart was a little sour, full of grievance and loss.
She thought sadly in her heart, it turned out that the so-called Kong Huanxi tasted like this.
She waited until 6:30 with a little expectation, but Xiao Wanqing did not return home as expected. Lin Xian got up from the darkness, turned on the lights in the dining room, and brought out the meals. He was alone, eating the meals he had carefully prepared in the increasingly cold night. Light and shadow hit her body heavily, falling, a cloud of shadows, covering the dinner in front of Lin Xian in bleak darkness.
I don't know the taste of food.
Lin Xian opened the text messages sent to her by Xiao Wanqing again, looking through them one by one, as if they were more delicious than food. She swallowed the last mouthful of food with difficulty, thinking: Maybe, she should learn to drive. In this way, if Aunt Xiao is late for a party, she can pick her up from get off work.
If there is no opportunity, it is necessary to create an opportunity.
After Xiao Wanqing got off work, she couldn't go home and didn't want to eat. On an empty stomach, she ran aimlessly on the third ring road for two hours. Finally, the car ran out of gas, so she got off the third ring road in a daze, refueled, and turned to Wen Tong's house along the way.
Wen Tong has already gone to Nagasawa City, and entrusted her with the key. If she is free, come and help her water the succulents and run the sports car. She stood on the balcony of Wen Tong's house, turned on a dim light, and with this little light, bored, she poked the thorns of the prickly pear on the balcony, and began to concentrate on counting its thorns: one, two , three, four... fifty, fifty one...
Counting and counting, the heart will always be confused for no reason, and the counting will also become chaotic...
In one count, it was more than two hours. But in the end, she couldn't count how many thorns this prickly pear had.
Because even the prickly pear, after looking at it for a long time, seems to have a Lin Xian face.
Xiao Wanqing bit her lip, and stretched out her hand to touch the prickly pear's head in a daze. The next moment, a sharp stabbing pain slid across her five fingers, slid across her heart.
She opened her hand, looked at the black thorn on her fingertips, and couldn't help laughing.
Really like Lin Xian...
The same is true for Lin Xian. After she approached, he stabbed into her heart aggressively and painfully.
She stretched out her hand and slowly pulled out the black thorn, comforting herself, just pull it out like this. Enough.
But after pulling out the thorn on the fingertip, the red dot mark left behind, with the remaining pain, was counterproductive and lasted for a long time.
In a trance, the pain was worse than before.