When Lin Xian came home in a state of embarrassment, Aunt Liu was still awake and was watching TV in the living room. I saw Lin Xian walking in from the entrance, limping, covered in wet mud. When she found Lin Xian's clothes with blood stains on her elbows, she was shocked.
She was a little afraid of getting dizzy with blood, but she still jumped up in panic, went up to Lin Xian in three steps at a time, and rushed to Lin Xian. She held Lin Xian's intact left hand, looked Lin Xian up and down, and said in a panic, "Xian Xian, what's wrong with you?" Seeing clearly that Lin Xian had scratched a large piece of skin on his ankle bone, which was bruised and oozing blood, she Immediately anxiously said: "Apart from the hands and feet, is there any other injury? Oh, what's wrong with you, did you fall? Are you going to the hospital?"
Lin Xian took off her schoolbag and put it on the floor, and then took off her soaked coat. Afraid of soiling the sofa, she only put her coat on the glass tea table. During the movement of undressing, it was drawn to the wound, causing her to frown slightly in pain. But she still tried her best to smile, and comforted Aunt Liu, saying, "On the way back, I didn't see the road and fell down. I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital." She took a small chair from under the coffee table and sat down. After carefully feeling the overly hot wounds on his body, he confirmed that the only areas bleeding were his ankles and elbows.
She rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. The cloth stuck to the skin for a long time, sticking to the flesh and blood of the wound. When it was separated, Lin Xian couldn't help gasping for air and making a soft "hissing" sound. Her voice was a little trembling, and she asked Aunt Liu, "Auntie, can you help me get the medicine box from the top shelf of the cabinet over there."
Aunt Liu saw the large scrapes and bruises on Lin Xian's elbow, she was a little dizzy and dazed. After hearing Lin Xian's order, she finally reacted, and agreed repeatedly: "Okay, I'll go right away."
She quickly took out the medicine box and put it on the tea table, then sat down on the sofa, and helped Lin Xian take out the alcohol and cotton swabs from the medicine box one by one and placed them within Lin Xian's reach.
Lin Xian took a cotton swab, moistened it with alcohol, and then wiped it off his bloody elbow. Aunt Liu felt pain when she looked at it, so she quickly reminded her: "Xianxian, using alcohol will hurt."
Lin Xian gritted her teeth and pressed the cotton swab on the wound. Immediately, a burst of pain that made her tremble overwhelmingly hit her. But she still endured the pain, and after a while, carefully cleaned and disinfected the wound with a cotton swab, and responded to Aunt Liu as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, I can bear it."
Aunt Liu was a little afraid to look directly at Lin Xian's hideous wound, let alone help Lin Xian clean the wound. Looking at Lin Xian's little face that was pale with pain, she couldn't help worrying and said: "Why are you so careless? What is this called? If you fall like this, your aunt knows how distressed you are."
Hearing the words "your aunt", Lin Xian Qingchuang paused slightly. She thought of Xiao Wanqing, of Xiao Wanqing's rush to take her to see a doctor when she first found out that she had fallen, and of her distressed and distressed face when she found a small cut on her finger at the beginning of the year, and of her stroking around her wound , Gentle and careful movements when blowing for her. Comparing with the loneliness at this moment when she gritted her teeth and endured the pain to wash herself, Lin Xian couldn't help but suddenly had a sore nose.
She pressed the cotton swab, and there was another piercing pain.
I really miss... I really miss Aunt Xiao.
Aunt Xiao will definitely feel distressed.
She wanted her to feel bad, but she didn't want her to feel bad.
She is distressed and sad, she will be very happy, but she will also feel distressed about her distress.
She changed a cotton swab and calmly said to Aunt Liu: "Aunt Liu, if my aunt calls you, don't tell her about it."
Aunt Liu was a little worried: "Your aunt cares about you very much, and she will call me every two or three days to find out the situation. Don't you tell her? Is that okay?"
When Lin Xian heard that Xiao Wanqing cared about her so much, his heart felt soft and sweet again. She shook her head and thoughtfully said: "It's okay, she will find out when she comes back, and I'll talk to her then. Don't tell her now, she... She's very thoughtful, I'm afraid she will be too worried if she finds out. She I'm busy with work recently, so don't worry her more." Her tone was unconsciously intimate and doting, and Aunt Liu felt that something was wrong, but she didn't pay much attention.
After all, Lin Xian pretended to be relaxed and said, "Look, I'm fine."
Aunt Liu couldn't help feeling: "Xianxian, you are such a good boy. Your aunt, I love you for nothing." She promised: "Okay, then I won't tell her." She smiled and joked: "When the time comes, your aunt If you are angry that I don't report what I know..."
Lin Xian immediately answered with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it, okay, come to me for anything."
"Haha, you child..." Aunt Liu was amused by her.
At 10:30 in the evening, Lin Xian leaned on the bed, flipping through the text messages with Xiao Wanqing over the past few days, with his finger on the input box, he was in a daze for a long time. In the end, she narrowed her eyebrows and only typed a few short words: "Aunt Xiao, go to bed early, good night."
More than half an hour passed, and Xiao Wanqing did not reply to her.
Lin Xian stared straight at his ankle wound that was carefully exposed outside the quilt, and looked down at his still shocking arm bruises and wounds, thinking of Xiao Wanqing who didn't know and didn't care, and felt a little depressed . Like grievance, but also like sad, mixed flavors.
Obviously he made the decision by himself, but inexplicably, he still longed for Xiao Wanqing's gentle comfort in his heart. Lin Xian spat to herself: Human beings are really complex and contradictory creatures.
She simply turned off the mobile phone in annoyance, then turned off the light, lay down, put her arms around Little Teddy with one hand, and took a deep breath.
No taste at all! Next time, I should secretly put the little Teddy back on Aunt Xiao's bed for a little fragrance! Oh, no need, next time she can hug Aunt Xiao directly!
Lin Xian felt elated again. She closed her eyes, imagining how tense and distressed Xiao Wanqing would be if she found out about her fall, and the pain seemed to be slowly easing. She thought that if Aunt Xiao kissed her, she would definitely not be in pain.
She raised her right arm, which had been bruised, and gently kissed it on it. Imagine that it was Xiao Wanqing who was kissing her.
Just pretend that Aunt Xiao owes her a kiss first! She was so sweet in her own imagination that she was smiling in her sleep.
For the next three days, Xiao Wanqing was really too busy to call her at any time. Lin Xian sent her good night before going to bed every day. The first time she simply replied with a smile was at noon of the second day, and then the good night of the next two days disappeared without a word.
Lin Xian dejectedly guessed that Aunt Xiao must be really, really busy. She looked at the crystal ball on the bedside table every night, wishing for the stars and the moon, counting the days when Xiao Wanqing would come back, and reassured herself that she was fine, and after two more days of patience, Aunt Xiao would be back.
On Ching Ming Festival, Zhou Qin called Lin Xian. He wanted Lin Xian to go home to visit the grave. At the same time, he took this opportunity to discuss with Lin Xian about Lin Xian's accommodation if Xiao Wanqing was transferred out next semester.
But Lin Xian remembered that she couldn't walk easily these days, and was ridiculed by Shi Man. If Aunt Xiao hadn't been on a business trip, she would not believe that she was still a pure child. She was afraid that Zhou Qin would find that she had fallen when she returned home. It was forbidden to ride a little sheep, and she was even more afraid that Zhou Qin's sharp mind would be found to be working outside, so she found an excuse to shirk that she had caught a cold for the past two days and was not feeling well, so she would not go back.
Zhou Qin felt a little distressed when he heard her tired voice. Lin Xian's grandfather and grandparents are still alive, and the ones who sweep the grave are the great-grandfather's. It's good for them adults to go. In fact, it is not necessary for Lin Xian to go too. As for the accommodation for the next semester, there is no need to rush it. Zhou Qin didn't think much, let Lin Xian go, and only asked her about her uncomfortable symptoms, and asked her if she went to see a doctor? Need her to drive over and take her to the doctor? Hearing that Lin Xian had already left, he told her to take medicine and drink plenty of water and fruit.
Lin Xian was a little embarrassed to hear her mother's worried voice and nagging concern. She stuck out her tongue, and coquettishly said a few words to Zhou Qin, but finally fooled her.
In the Hezhou Hotel, Xiao Wanqing was packing her luggage back to Anjiang City. She packed up all the things that should be packed, and her eyes gradually fell on the photo album that she had kept on the bedside for the past two weeks, but never dared to open it.
In the past few days, Lin Xian no longer called her at night. Obviously, everything was developing as she expected, but Xiao Wanqing couldn't be happy at all. Even, her thoughts were so chaotic and heavy that she began to suffer from insomnia every night again, and it was difficult to fall asleep without sleeping pills.
She didn't dare to look at Lin Xian's charming bright smile anymore, she was afraid that her reason would be coerced by reluctance and soft-heartedness, and she would succumb. Rejecting Lin Xian, hurting Lin Xian, disappointing Lin Xian, even despairing, every time thinking of Lin Xian's possible crying face, Xiao Wanqing was so painful that she couldn't sleep.
She reached out heavily to pick up the photo album, when the phone next to the pillow vibrated violently. Xiao Wanqing was so startled that her hand was unsteady, and she only grabbed the hard card cover of the album, and the album pages slid down with a clatter.
A small red cloth bag, with Lin Xian written in big characters with a black marker pen, dropped abruptly on the tan floor of the hotel.
Xiao Wanqing stared blankly at the objects on the floor, as if thinking of something, her body froze all of a sudden. She squatted down slowly little by little, picked up the small cloth bag that appeared unexpectedly, and tremblingly poured out the object in the bag—a khaki amulet.
The vibration of the phone finally stopped desperately, and the missed call showed three glaring characters—little guy after a long absence.
Xiao Wanqing watched the screen gradually go dark, and watched the three big characters of the little guy gradually disappear in front of her eyes, slowly clenched her five fingers, and clenched the amulet in her hand.
Tears wet my eyes.
After a brief silence, the phone turned on again. It was Lin Xian who sent a text message.
She asked her expectantly: "Aunt Xiao, are you coming back tomorrow? I'm on vacation, how about I pick you up? What do you want to eat? I recently learned some dishes from Aunt Liu, and I'm trying to make a full feast of Manchu and Han people." Can I clean up the dust for you, okay?"
Xiao Wanqing's tears finally couldn't hold back any longer, overflowing her eyes, drop by drop, falling on the screen of the phone, blurring the heart-wrenching words.
Lin Xian, it's not worth it.
I don't deserve your attention.
not worth it.
After a long time, she wiped away her tears, went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water, and called Lin Xian back.
The girl seemed to have been guarding the phone all the time, and the call was picked up within a few seconds after the call was made.
Lin Xian's joyful and energetic voice immediately reached Xiao Wanqing's ears through the mobile phone: "Aunt Xiao! Are you done with your work?"
Xiao Wanqing heard her heartbeat, and when she heard the long-lost voice of her sweetheart, the beating was rapid and fiery, but the voice she made from her throat was calm and restrained: "Well, you haven't slept yet, I'm done with work, just watched to your text message."
Lin Xian immediately smiled briskly, and softly said, "I can't sleep until Aunt Xiao, you reply." In her voice, with obvious excitement, she asked enthusiastically, "Aunt Xiao, are you going to sleep tomorrow?" What time is the plane, shall I pick you up at the airport? Unfortunately, I don't know how to drive yet, so I can only take a taxi. After a while, I will get my certificate, and then I will..." She couldn't wait, she didn't want to wait a minute longer She really wanted to see Xiao Wanqing, the sweetheart she had been thinking about day and night.
Xiao Wanqing's breathing suddenly became a little unsteady, her nose became a little sore again, and her short, neatly cut nails sank deeply into her palms. She gritted her teeth and opened her mouth several times without making a sound. Finally, tremblingly, she called Lin Xian's name, interrupting her cheerful hope: "Lin...Lin Xian."
Lin Xian stopped talking obediently, and waited suspiciously for Xiao Wanqing's next words.
"Lin Xian, I won't go back tomorrow. Our research has come to some new conclusions, and we have met some partners here. The magazine sent me to another city to continue talking about the project. I... can't go back for the time being."
Xiao Wanqing heard that the breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became heavy.
I don't know how long it took, maybe a few seconds, or maybe a long time, Xiao Wanqing heard it again, and Lin Xian asked her tremblingly: "Then... how long will you stay this time, Aunt Xiao?" Thick nasal, muffled.
When Xiao Wanqing heard it, her heart felt dull.
"It's not sure yet, maybe at least, it will take two or three weeks."
Lin Xian's heart suddenly sank into the dark seabed, and he couldn't salvage it anymore.
She wanted to say something more, she wanted to ask Xiao Wanqing, wouldn't she come back after the May Day holiday? She wanted to ask her, can she go to see her then? She wants to ask her the most, Aunt Xiao, what answer do you want to give me
When will you give me your answer
But Xiao Wanqing seemed to be in a hurry, and hung up her phone hastily again: "Xianxian, my colleague came to see me, if you have any questions, send me a text message, and I will get back to you later when I am done. "
Then, in my ears, only the calm and cold busy voice remained...
Great joy and great sorrow, great ups and downs.
Lin Xian held the phone in a daze, listening to the mechanical "beep" sound, listening to the voice of anticipation and joy dying cruelly little by little in his heart, and after a long, long time, he gently responded to Xiao Wanqing: "it is good."
When she opened the text message page on her mobile phone, she felt like she had thousands of words to say in her heart, and it seemed that she was full of longing and unwillingness, which made her head swell. But after a long period of restraint, she finally just pressed the pinyin word by word, and sent a message to Xiao Wanqing: "I'll wait for you to come back, take care of yourself. Good night."
She weakly let the phone slip from her thighs, bent her knees, hugged her hands, and suddenly couldn't hold it in any longer. The grievance, disappointment, resentment, and annoyance mixed with longing, uneasiness and heartache made her cry hypocritically out of breath. Take a breath.
She didn't want to and couldn't bear to blame Xiao Wanqing for missing the appointment. It was just work, but she was forced to disrupt the rhythm. What can Aunt Xiao do? She shouldn't have so many negative emotions, she is an adult, she has to be patient, she shouldn't be so squeamish, she shouldn't cry. Lin Xian's rationality made her want to stop and calm down, but her body didn't listen to control, and she couldn't stop her turbulent tears.
She lowered her head and saw the scabbed wound on her ankle, and suddenly stretched out her hand, and opened it fiercely, all of a sudden, blood oozes out, and the pain goes straight to her heart...
Lin Xian finally indulged himself and cried wantonly.
She has worked very hard.
Now, it's not that she's childish, it's not that she's ignorant, it's not that she's headstrong, it's not that she's not considerate enough, it's not that she's not adult enough.
It was her wound that hurt so much, that's why she cried.