For The Rest of Our Life

Chapter 65

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It was almost ten o'clock, and Xiao Wanqing was going home after all. Before leaving, she watered Wen Tong's succulents, carefully locked the French windows of the balcony, and turned off the overhead light on the balcony. Because she was not familiar with the switch position of Wen Tong's house, she accidentally turned off the light in the living room. In an instant, the surroundings were plunged into darkness. Xiao Wanqing simply took out the phone, turned on the flashlight that came with the phone, and followed the light.

Suddenly, the flashlight seemed to catch something, a silver light flashed in her eyes.

Xiao Wanqing looked there instinctively, and saw that what was revealed under the small aperture of the flashlight was the display cabinet next to the TV wall. The counter on the next floor of the display cabinet is full of lighters of various shapes and matchboxes of various patterns. The one placed at the front is a silver metal lighter, and it might be the one that caught her eye just now.

Xiao Wanqing continued to walk forward. When passing by, she deliberately stopped, bent down and carefully looked at the lighter.

The body of the lighter is carefully carved with a minimalist forest. If you look closely, you will find that the trees in the forest are lush and lush, and the branches and leaves are layered and scattered, which outlines a striking "time" character in the center of the fuselage.

Xiao Wanqing felt a little familiar. After thinking for a while, she suddenly remembered this special lighter.

This lighter was seen on the table in Shi Jinglan's reception room when she was interviewing Jinglan last year.

At that time, she followed Secretary Shi Jinglan into the door, and Shi Jinglan was standing in front of the window, puffing a cloud, her delicate face appeared hazy and ethereal in the smoke. Seeing her come in, she turned back leisurely, walked to the sofa and sat down gracefully, put down the lighter with one hand, and extinguished the cigarette between her fingers with the other, showing a warm and friendly smile to her.

At that time, because Wen Tong liked to collect lighters, she would help Wen Tong pay more attention when she saw unique lighters subtly. When Jinglan saw this lighter, which seemed to be made of radiant materials and ingenious patterns, he couldn't help but take a second look.

Shi Jinglan found out, pushed her in front of her generously, and asked her kindly: "I actually studied art in college. This was designed by myself during my vacation years ago. Is editor Xiao also interested in lighters?" ?” From this, Shi Jinglan thoughtfully opened up the process of their interview.

Xiao Wanqing was so impressed by being so approachable during the interview, but so grating when delivering the manuscript, that when she revised the manuscript, she kept recalling Shi Jinglan's smile at that time and gritted her teeth. Therefore, she also remembered very clearly what happened at that time.

In this way, why are personal items stored in Wen Tong's window

Inexplicably, blessed to the soul. Xiao Wanqing suddenly remembered that New Year's Eve, Wen Tong's sudden departure and Shi Man who happened to meet, and what Wen Tong told her before leaving a few days ago, Shi Xing's Shi Jinglan asked her to take up the post by name , but she rejected the invitation, which was clearly promising, and went to Nagasawa, an unfamiliar place.

Shi Jinglan, a legendary woman in Anjiang City, has been rumored about her in the media for many years.

Based on the more reliable news that Xiao Wanqing has heard, what can be sorted out is: Shi Jinglan—the youngest and only daughter of the Shi family at that time, she was the apple of her grandparents and parents' eyes since she was a child. The most promising person in the Shi family. But at the age of 16, he resolutely stated that he had no intention of doing business and insisted on studying art. At the age of 17, he was admitted to the National Academy of Fine Arts with the first grade in the province. When everyone thought that the Shi family was going to produce an artist, the 19-year-old Shi Jinglan suddenly eloped with a nude model. . At the age of 23, Shi Jinglan suddenly returned to the Shi family with a 2- or 3-year-old girl. Maybe it was her own flesh and blood, but the Shi family still accepted her return. Then, Shi Jinglan withstood the ridicule and pressure, from the bottom-level employees of Shixing, swept away the three brothers at the top all the way, and sat in the current position of chairman of Shixing.

Since returning to Anjiang City at the age of 23, Shi Jinglan has devoted herself to her career and has never formally dated anyone. However, according to outside rumors, Shi Jinglan... takes all men and women. In particular, after she set foot in the media, she has never stopped having scandals with male and female celebrities.

Xiao Wanqing guessed, Wen Tong, the person in my heart...could it be her? If it's her, it seems that she is quite suitable for the type that Wen Tong likes, capable, ambitious and good-looking

But, Wen Tong, aren't you straight? And, Wen Tong, have you known Shi Jinglan for many years? But when she thought about it carefully, it was inevitable that Xinchao and Shixing would have business contacts. It seemed that it was not impossible for Wen Tong, who was in the market, to have had contact with Shi Jinglan in his early years.

She began to seriously recall what Wen Tong's expression looked like when Jinglan personally called her by name when he was talking to her. However, she was too immersed in her own thoughts at that time, and now looking back, there are only vague impressions left. What I clearly remember is that that day, Wen Tong's mood was like the sky that day, full of dark clouds.

Xiao Wanqing straightened her back, and from the corner of her eye, she inadvertently glanced at the center floor of the display cabinet. There, there are several photo frames. Of the photos in the photo frame, one is Wen Tong's family portrait, and the rest are of herself and her. The strange thing is that there is a photo frame, the photo is placed upside down, only a blank space on the back is exposed, and it is framed in the photo frame.

For a moment, Xiao Wanqing wanted to reach out to take down the photo frame and turn over the photo. She vaguely felt in her heart that perhaps, what was hidden in this special photo frame was the answer she was struggling to think about now, and what was hidden was the secret that Wen Tong couldn't ask for and left Anjiang City.

In the next second, she stopped her hand and stopped her curiosity.

Everyone has secrets that they don't want others to know.

Like, she didn't dare to tell Wen Tong how she felt about Lin Xian, and Wen Tong, who didn't want to tell her about that person, had her own unspeakable secrets anyway.

She looked away, turned off the flashlight, put on her shoes in the dark, and left Wen Tong's house.

As a friend, she only needs to know what Wen Tong wants her to know.

This is duty and respect.

She didn't know that in Nagasawa City, Wen Tong held the red wine and looked in the direction of Anjiang City, hoping and fearing in her heart, Xiao Wanqing flipped through the photo and discovered the secret she had kept on her lips for many years.

When Xiao Wanqing returned home, it was almost eleven o'clock. She walked towards the door with heavy steps, thinking bitterly in her heart, Lin Xian, maybe she is asleep

Today... haven't seen her all day.

very good.

Not too good.

When she opened her handbag and was about to search for the keys, the anti-theft door in front of her suddenly opened with a snap.

Lin Xian's sweet smiling face, with the warm yellow light from the room, was reflected in Xiao Wanqing's gloomy eyes.

Xiao Wanqing was unprepared. Seeing this little face that thought about it but didn't dare to think about it, she blinked and looked at Lin Xian in a daze. She didn't move for a while, not knowing how to react.

Lin Xian didn't notice Xiao Wanqing's abnormality. She opened the door wide, turned sideways to let Xiao Wanqing in, and said proudly with a smile: "I knew it must be Aunt Xiao, you came back from the sound of footsteps! Am I super witty!"

Xiao Wanqing closed her eyes slightly, calmed down her sudden and unbearably fast heartbeat, and regained her sanity. She stepped into the door with her long legs, and told the junior in a warm and caring voice like an ordinary elder: "What if it's not me, but a bad person? Don't be so rash next time, and you must pay more attention to safety when you are alone at home at night. I will bring you got the key."

When Xiao Wanqing entered the door, Lin Xian wrinkled his nose quietly, sniffed it carefully, and confirmed that Xiao Wanqing did not smell of alcohol. She felt relieved, leaned her back against the wall, and watched Xiao Wanqing lean over to change her shoes, her hair slipped off bit by bit, revealing her white and slender swan neck, the smile on her lips deepened, she tilted her head and said mischievously: "If There are bad people outside the door, so I will beat him away, otherwise, Aunt Xiao, you may come back at any time, what should you do if you are scared by him?"

Xiao Wanqing paused when she changed her shoes, listening to the girl's innocent jokes, her heartbeat became a little irregular again. She bit her lip and didn't respond to the girl's words. She changed the subject naturally and joked: "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet, be careful not to grow taller."

Lin Xian pouted, and said with some grievances: "You didn't come back, I was worried about you, and I couldn't sleep." She paused, and then added thoughtfully: "Besides, I'm worried that you might have to drink too much to socialize. Alcohol, if you come back too tired and don’t remember to drink some hangover soup, you will easily have a headache the next day.”

Xiao Wanqing's heartbeat became more and more unseemly. She finally couldn't help it, straightened up, and took a deep look at the girl's pretty and inexplicably gentle face through the dim light of the entrance.

Why, always, always have to move her heart so easily

Xiao Wanqing's heart was sweet and astringent, ashamed and annoyed.

She turned her eyes away, stopped looking at Lin Xian, turned on the light in the living room, and said softly: "Don't worry, Xian Xian, I didn't drink tonight. It's late, go to sleep, I'm a little tired, go take a shower And went to bed."

Lin Xian looked at her thin and tired back. Originally, he wanted to ask her if she was hungry, and if she wanted to have a little supper, but suddenly she faded away. There was sadness in her heart, but in the end, she still didn't want to bother Xiao Wanqing because of her little thoughts.

It was too late to eat well. Besides, it has been in the refrigerator for so long, and it is not fresh.

She will be fine at noon tomorrow.

If you can't eat it, throw it away.

Tomorrow night, she can cook new ones for Aunt Xiao.

She raised her hand to turn off the light in the entrance, laughed, and said softly back to Xiao Wanqing: "Okay, Aunt Xiao, then I'm going to bed, and you should go to bed early too."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at Xiao Wanqing who was slumped on the sofa with nostalgia, then turned and went back to the room. When walking, she couldn't help but fold her palms lightly, placed them in front of her thin lips, and exhaled a long breath, trying to exhale, lingering in her heart for a whole day of depression.

In the next second, Xiao Wanqing unexpectedly stopped her with a startled voice: "Xianxian!"

Lin Xian stopped, turned around blankly, and looked at Xiao Wanqing inexplicably: "Aunt Xiao? What's wrong?"

Xiao Wan stood up abruptly, walked towards her with strides, and couldn't care less about anything else. She stretched out her hand and gently grasped Lin Xian's slender wrist. Looking at the blood-stained red band-aid, she asked nervously. She said, "What happened to your hand?"

Lin Xian stared at her frowning eyebrows, saw the tension and distress in her eyes that were always calm like water, and felt a warm current in her heart.

She stretched out her hand and tore off the band-aid, showing Xiao Wanqing the healed but still eye-catching long incision, and softly comforted Xiao Wanqing: "I accidentally cut it when cutting the meat. Auntie Xiao, don't worry, just make a small cut. You see, it's all healed."

Xiao Wanqing's focus is obviously different from hers. She bit her lips tightly, looking at the red blood-stained incision that almost covered the entire knuckle, feeling distressed, guilty, and annoyed all rushed to her heart. A heart, like being rolled over by a whole prickly pear ball, the pain is sharp and long.

If, if she hadn't lied to Lin Xian that he was busy with work, Lin Xian wouldn't be able to cook and wouldn't be hurt.

If, if she hadn't lied to Lin Xian to work overtime, Lin Xian wouldn't have had to wait so hard until now.

She is deceiving Lin Xian's feelings and consuming Lin Xian's feelings, isn't she

But, but...

she didn't mean to...

She slid her five fingers up, supported Lin Xian's soft hand, and gently stroked the intact skin five millimeters away from the incision with her thumb. With a slightly trembling voice, she asked the girl awkwardly: "How about it?" Does it hurt?"

Lin Xian felt in a daze that what was holding Xiao Wanqing's palm at this moment was not her own hand, but her own heart; what Xiao Wanqing was gently stroking was not her fingers, but her heart that was beating warmly and vividly. This heart, under her caress, swept away the pain and sourness of the whole day, leaving only soft ironing.

She bent her eyebrows and seduced her sweetheart softly: "Aunt Xiao, if you blow it up, it may stop hurting..."

Xiao Wanqing saw that in the girl's dark eyes, there seemed to be twinkling stars, and there seemed to be waves rippling. Touching and seductive.

Can't bear to refuse.

Also, powerless to resist…

Xiao Wanqing's throat twitched. After a while, she lowered her head, lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered like a small fan, softly and longly, she blew a breath of hot air on Lin Xian's index finger.

She raised her eyes, her eyes were wet, and asked Lin Xian in a low voice: "Does it still hurt?"

Lin Xian thought, it doesn't hurt anymore.

So cute!

I want to give her my life!

I really want to kiss her eyes. I really want to bite her...

She began to regret that if she told Aunt Xiao just now, kissing it would not hurt anymore, Aunt Xiao, would she kiss her

But after hesitating for a moment, she finally decided to accept Xiao Wanqing's tiredness. She shook her head in moderation and said sweetly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It will be fine tomorrow. Don't worry." She withdrew her hand and replaced her. Urging Xiao Wanqing to go to bed: "I'm going to rest, Aunt Xiao, you should go wash up and sleep quickly, you have to get up early to go to work tomorrow."

Xiao Wanqing stared at the five fingers that were suddenly empty, looked at the red dot left by the prickly prickly prick on the hand that still disappeared, and slowly put it down and closed it. She gritted her teeth and pressed the red spot heavily with her thumb, pressing it out hard, but the pain was shallow but enough to make people sober.

After a long while, she narrowed her eyes and said softly to Lin Xian, "Okay, good night."