The soft and warm touch on the forehead seemed to be still burning, and the tip of the nose followed Xiao Wanqing's sliding fingers, from top to bottom, bringing a trembling electric current to all the limbs. Lin Xian opened his moist bright eyes in disbelief, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, staring blankly at Xiao Wanqing who was as gentle as water in front of him.
In my heart, there seemed to be fireworks, blooming one after another.
It's so dazzling that people can't move their eyes, and it's deafening, making people stunned.
After listening to Xiao Wanqing's soft inquiry, she slowly came back to her senses. She couldn't help raising her hand, covering the smooth forehead that Xiao Wanqing had kissed, and gently rubbed it with her five fingers. After a while, she bit her lip and showed her lovely white teeth, wondering: "But, the Kongming Lanterns are stipulated to be put on at ten o'clock. Now, it's past time." She finished cooking millet at nine o'clock. The porridge queen was standing here. She looked at her watch once at 9:45, and then she became a little sleepy. After thinking about it, she also guessed that it should be outdated now.
Xiao Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and belatedly raised her wrist to look at her watch, and sure enough, it was already half past ten. Her first reaction was, how long did she let Lin Xian wait in loneliness
Xiao Wanqing dimmed her eyes and said apologetically, "I'm sorry Xianxian, it's rare for us to spend the Lantern Festival together, but I... But I didn't spend it with you well, and I didn't leave any good memories for you."
Lin Xian showed a relieved smile, shook his head, and thoughtfully said: "It is already the best memory to spend the Lantern Festival with Aunt Xiao. Besides, Aunt Xiao, you also prepared a sumptuous dinner. Aunt Xiao, you have no choice but to eat our dinner."
Xiao Wanqing knew in her heart that this was not the case. Seeing the girl looking at her with complete trust and consideration, she felt more and more guilty and sad. She muttered about something to say, but couldn't find the right words clumsily for a while.
Lin Xian was a little aggrieved.
She has gradually noticed recently that since Aunt Xiao has been busy with work, her whole body seems to be a lot tenser, and her state is a little restless and sensitive. If it was normal, she thought, no matter what, Aunt Xiao would not have left her alone during dinner, even if she was out of politeness. But she changed her mind and comforted herself, Aunt Xiao regarded herself as her own, so she really let go of herself and didn't worry too much about herself.
After all, our own people are different from our guests.
Only those who are close can be unscrupulous.
But no matter how much self-consolation he did, Lin Xian still felt dull facing the table full of food and steaming hot pot, no matter how delicious the food was. After Xiao Wanqing left, she just ate a few bites hastily, then stopped the dishes, cleaned up the pots and pans, tidied up the leftovers, and returned to the bedroom.
She buried her head in the pillow, feeling that everything was different from what she had expected and imagined.
How much you look forward to, how disappointed you are.
Zhou Qin sent a text message to care about her, have you finished your meal? How about spending the holidays at Aunt Xiao's house
This Lantern Festival, but she resolutely stated that she would spend it with Xiao Wanqing, so Zhou Qin helped her cover and deal with the old people on both sides staying behind.
Lin Xian turned over, looked at the dark night outside the window, frowned and replied to Zhou Qin: "Yes, Aunt Xiao cooked a lot of dishes, and we are watching the Lantern Festival together now."
Zhou Qin was relieved after receiving the reply, and told her: "You, your Auntie Xiao rarely rests on weekends at work, so don't make it too late for her."
Lin Xian chatted with her mother for a while, and came in again when there was no news, so she returned to the main page. She looked at the time on her phone, thinking that Xiao Wanqing had just eaten a few bites, dropped the phone, and ran to the study. She wanted to ask Xiao Wanqing if she wanted to eat something.
Unexpectedly, it was the first time for her concern to receive such an impatient rebuff from Aunt Xiao: "Xianxian, wait until I'm done with work."
Actually, it's not bad at all. Aunt Xiao is too gentle, her worst tone is just sounding like she is no longer gentle. But to Lin Xian's ears, it was like a sharp knife piercing her heart.
Lin Xian froze immediately when she raised her hand to knock on the door. The tenderness in her heart seemed to be poured down mercilessly by a basin of cold water in an instant. With the sadness accumulated unconsciously due to being left out in the past few days, it made her feel suddenly There were bursts of grievances unbearably, and her eyes were sour.
But liking someone, maybe, will make a person inexplicably fragile, but also inexplicably strong.
After all, she was still worried about Xiao Wanqing's body and her delicate stomach. In the end, she just wiped away a tear of grievance that fell from the corner of her eye, sniffed her nose, and agreed to Xiao Wanqing with a "yes". Then, she turned around and went to the kitchen, where she prepared millet porridge for Xiao Wanqing.
She was alone in the kitchen, with her back to the dim light, washing the rice, and her tears couldn't help but pattered down again. Obviously, obviously, Xiao Wanqing didn't say anything excessive, and her tone was actually just a little cold, but she just felt very sad and wronged.
She whimpered and complained in her heart that Aunt Xiao was good or bad, especially bad. She had never cared so much about someone and treated someone so well, but Aunt Xiao didn't know and didn't appreciate it at all. She didn't even know how difficult it was for her to stay and spend a Lantern Festival with her, and how much she looked forward to this Lantern Festival today.
But she also knew that Xiao Wanqing was not wrong at all. Aunt Xiao didn't know that she liked her, even if she knew, Aunt Xiao had no obligation to respond to her equal enthusiasm. It's her, she's heartbroken.
But now, all the grievances and sorrows disappeared in Xiao Wanqing's warm kiss and gentle blow. Lin Xian even forgot how sad he was just now. Hearing Xiao Wanqing's apology, he only wanted to tell her not to frown or feel guilty.
She wanted to change the subject, so she forgot the disappointment and pain of being rejected just now, and asked Xiao Wanqing again: "Then... Aunt Xiao, are you hungry? Do you want to try my craft?"
Xiao Wanqing stared at her softly, and finally stretched her lips and smiled: "Of course I want it."
In the dining room, Lin Xian filled two small bowls of warm and comforting porridge, placed them on the dining table, and sat opposite Xiao Wanqing, watching her pick up the spoon, scoop up the porridge, and put it into her mouth with crooked eyes.
After a while, Xiao Wanqing swallowed it down, stretched her eyebrows and eyes, and praised her as she wished: "It's delicious, Xianxian is getting better and better now, and she is proficient in all eighteen cooking skills."
Satisfied, Lin Xian covered her eyes with both hands shyly, and said modestly, "It's not as powerful as you said, Aunt Xiao." She paused, and said softly, "But if you don't mind Aunt Xiao, Me, I will often make it for you in the future, okay?"
In Xiao Wanqing's eyes, the stars are like waves rippling. She narrowed her eyes, and promised the girl softly: "Okay, then I will thank Xianxian first." She took another sip, tasted the taste of red beans, turned over the millet porridge with a spoon in doubt, and asked Lin Xian: " Xianxian, how come there are so many whole grains in the house?"
Lin Xian grinned proudly and confessed: "Aunt Xiao, after you went to work with a stomachache that day, I looked up the recipes for nourishing the stomach and bought them in the supermarket." She pouted and half-complained: "But Later, Aunt Xiao, you were worried about my hands and didn't even give me a chance to show them off."
Xiao Wanqing was surprised to hear this ironic answer, and staring at the girl's beautiful and clean face, her heart suddenly felt weak.
How can she be so caring and considerate as Lin Xian.
In fact, in her pale life, being able to meet such a beautiful and pure Lin Xian again, and to add a bright and colorful color to her life, can be regarded as the favor of fate for her.
Even though she is not qualified to fall in love with Lin Xian, Lin Xian is so kind and willing to treat her as such a close elder, so considerate without distraction.
For her humble and shameless crush.
That's very generous and kind.
Xiao Wanqing's nose was a little sour, and her voice became hoarse because of suppressing the choking in her throat. She answered Lin Xian in a low voice: "Xianxian, there is no need to care about it like this. Stomach pain is just a small thing that happens occasionally."
Lin Xian immediately retorted in dissatisfaction: "How can physical matters be trivial!" She paused for a while, and the things that she had not asked for several days suddenly came up again. She hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Aunt Xiao, you... your stomach hurt that day, is it because you ate the food I cooked in the refrigerator in the middle of the night?"
Xiao Wanqing was still moved at first, but when she heard Lin Xian's jumpy question, she suddenly felt shocked and ashamed like a child who had done something bad and was caught. She unconsciously flicked her hair around her ears, and denied embarrassingly and shyly: "No...it's not."
Compared with her usual disguise, her denial this time is really not very clever. Lin Xian immediately heard the hesitation in Xiao Wanqing's tone, burst out laughing, and said affirmatively: "Aunt Xiao, you are lying!" She sighed and said, "I already know, are you afraid that I will feel guilty?" , why don't you tell me?"
When she was eating lunch at noon that day, she opened the refrigerator to heat up the food, only to find that the food she made yesterday had disappeared. Her first reaction was to look at the trash can in the kitchen. Sure enough, there were scattered pieces lying in it, the result of her hard work yesterday.
She squatted next to the trash can, feeling grievances and sadness overwhelming her. There are only two people in the family, so it can only be poured by Aunt Xiao in the morning. But if you leave it for one night, you can only get the treatment of being put into the trash can
Lin Xian's nose was sore, and he looked at the leftovers in the trash can coldly, as if he was looking at his own heart that was abandoned by Xiao Wanqing. But looking at it, she gradually felt something was wrong. Why, the amount of each dish seems to be wrong
She stood up all of a sudden, went to the kitchen counter to get a chopstick, and then returned to the trash can, like a pervert, carefully looking at the residue in the trash can, flipping through, the curvature of her lips , It got deeper and deeper, and finally, he simply sat on the floor, holding the trash can and laughing foolishly.
Great sadness and great joy, but that's all.
Later, she was afraid of Xiao Wanqing's embarrassment, so she refrained from asking. But today, after all, she couldn't bear it anymore. Guess, it's too sweet, she can't match her, she still wants to hear the affirmative answer from Xiao Wanqing's mouth, so that she can eat this candy steadily.
Seeing that Lin Xian had already guessed it, Xiao Wanqing pursed her lips, and then she was embarrassed to admit: "Well, I, I got a little hungry in the middle of the night, so I got up and ate." The compliment she owed Lin Xian was finally With the opportunity to say it out loud: "Because it's so delicious, I can't help but eat a little more, and that's why my stomach hurts."
She teased Lin Xian and said, "When I think about it, I should blame Xian Xian for you, how could you cook so deliciously?" Her long eyelashes fluttered, like a thin and soft brush, brushing Lin Xian's eager heart alluringly.
Lin Xian was innocently blamed, but he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he was like a little milk dog whose belly was rubbed comfortably after being full, almost wagging his little tail with joy on his face.
She stared at Xiao Wanqing's moist red lips that were glowing under the light, swallowed a bit, looked away, and looked at Xiao Wanqing's fair cheeks again. She thought of Xiao Wanqing's unprecedented kiss on her forehead, and the slender five fingers placed on both sides of the porcelain bowl gathered and released, and went back and forth several times, but she still couldn't match the desire in her heart, so she mustered up her courage and stood up.
Under Xiao Wanqing's suspicious eyes, she walked to her side with a smirk. Then, in Xiao Wanqing's astonishment, she suddenly embraced her delicate body with both hands, and softly teased: "Aunt Xiao, why are you so gluttonous and cute?" While her heart was beating like a drum, Leaning down, with a quick chirp, a warm kiss was printed on Xiao Wanqing's tender cheek.
The touch on the lips is really wonderful.
Perhaps the longing in his heart was too strong for too long, so that it was just a kiss on the face, but Lin Xian felt that he was trembling, his whole body was trembling, and his legs were even weakening.
She felt Xiao Wanqing's body tremble as if in shock, and then, blush spread over her cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, flushing to the point of her poor little ears.
Xiao Wanqing stiffened her body, like a poor little girl who was stolen by a prodigal son, stammering and calling her softly: "Xian...Xianxian..."
Lin Xian embraced her, his heart was soft and his heart was full of confusion.
Lucky for her, she thought—
To be able to fall in love with such a gentle and lovely person.
She can privately own Mount Fuji with love.
Once, now, and even in the future, it is nothing to suffer a little more pain and depression from a secret love because of falling in love with her.
Be grateful and have no regrets.