On Sunday morning, Lin Xian woke up very early, but never got up. She stared out the window in a daze, watching the dawn light, and seeing the scorching sun in the sky.
Aunt Liu knocked on the door again.
Lin Xian scratched his head helplessly, got up and opened the door, went to wash up as she wanted, ate some breakfast, and went back to the room.
She sat at the desk, opened the book, took out the pen and paper, and wanted to calm down and finish the assignment of probability theory that was due in class on Monday. However, Xiao Wanqing's sobbing voice was always lingering in her ears: "Lin Xian, stop making trouble, let me take a breath, okay..."
His heart seemed to be pierced by dense steel needles.
Incomplete.
She wondered aggrievedly, did she really pursue too closely? Aunt Xiao, are you tired? That was not her intention.
What she has now is nothing but Xiao Wanqing's liking for herself that Xiao Wanqing is unwilling to accept and admit. So she was afraid, she was afraid that if she stepped back, even this little bit would be lost and disappeared.
The ink-colored fountain pen water gradually melted on the white science work paper because the tip of the pen stayed still for too long. Lin Xian recovered from his contemplation, picked up his pen and realized that at some point, Xiao Wanqing's name was already written on the paper.
Word by word was frantic, like an absurd dream that she hurriedly wrote down for fear that she would forget about it when she woke up.
After a long while, she tightly pinched the barrel of the pen with her index finger and thumb, her eyes softened, she bit her lip, and stroke by stroke, on the paper, she gently and tenderly portrayed these three big characters, each stroke more restrained, Convergence stroke by stroke.
She persuaded herself: Lin Xian, give Aunt Xiao a little more time, don't force her anymore. Don't push her.
Even though she was panicked to death and disturbed to the point of madness.
Lin Xian's fingertips rubbed the ink on the paper tenderly, as if caressing Xiao Wanqing's gentle face. She bent down, lowered her head, and stuck her cheek on the paper with nostalgia, her dark eyes filled with watery tenderness.
I am the person who misses you the most in the world.
You can only bully me. Relying on me, I like you so much.
Lin Xian narrowed her eyes and smiled wryly.
She tore off the piece of paper, folded it carefully, and put it in the notebook. Then, she turned to a new page and prepared to calm down and start writing homework.
This is actually an extremely difficult thing for her now. She couldn't calm down, couldn't turn her mind, even looking at the numbers and permutations on the paper, her mind could gradually drift to, how to optimize the arrangement of all her pursuits for Aunt Xiao, so that Aunt Xiao Being with her has become the most probable event.
A homework that she can complete in more than half an hour on weekdays, she barely finished it from before lunch until before dinner.
As soon as she put the pen into the cap, the mobile phone placed next to the book vibrated. The caller ID shows that it is Zhou Qin's call.
Zhou Qin seemed to be cooking, with the speaker turned on, the background sound was a bit noisy, and he asked her casually after answering the phone: "Have you eaten? Is your cold better?"
Lin Xian froze for a moment, then remembered where the cold came from. She chuckled lightly, and lied in embarrassment: "I haven't eaten yet, my cold is gone, I'm fine, don't worry."
Zhou Qin added some water to the pot, hesitated for a while, and asked Lin Xian for advice: "How is that Auntie Liu getting along for a long time? Does the food taste to your liking? Xiao Wan doesn't know when she will come back. We are always in trouble. It's gone, and now I have to trouble others to hire a nanny for us, and my mother doesn't think it's a problem. Xianxian, if you are asked to stay halfway now, do you think you can adapt?"
Lin Xian held the hand of the pen, squeezed it, and did not answer Zhou Qin for a moment.
Seeing that Lin Xian didn't answer, Zhou Qin reckoned that her daughter was not very happy, so she continued to explain to Lin Xian patiently: "The main reason is that your Auntie Xiao has greeted me, and she may be away from home for a long time next semester. Even if you continue to live for half a semester now, you will still need accommodation next semester, and you will have to get used to it sooner or later."
When Lin Xian heard this, the slight warmth in his eyes suddenly dissipated. Her heart seemed to be clenched by something for a moment and throbbed violently. She felt the pain in her hand suddenly, and the pen she was holding was broken from the middle with a "click". Ink, dyed her hands.
"Mom, you just said that Aunt Xiao will be transferred for a long-term next semester?" She was obviously in a panic, and her hands were wet, as cold as the blood dripping from her heart. But her voice became a little calmer and colder.
"That's right, hasn't your Auntie Xiao mentioned it to you? It's strange to say that Xiao Wan has had the opportunity to be transferred and promoted in recent years, but she has never wanted to leave Anjiang, so she declined it. This year, I don't know if it's because your Aunt Wen went out at the beginning of the year, which brought her some feelings and made her change her mind... "
When Lin Xian heard the words "Aunt Wen", he was suddenly blessed, and his eyes widened as if enlightened. She suppressed the eagerness surging in her heart, like gossip, deliberately changed the subject, and asked Zhou Qin: "Speaking of it, Mom, is Aunt Wen's house in that garden? I found out that I have a classmate It seems to live there too, I don’t know if it’s close or not?”
Zhou Qin was busy with the matter at hand, and answered her without thinking: "Is it Zhongyu Garden? It's too far away, and their community is completely closed. You have to register and the owner agrees to enter, so I have only been there two or three times." It's quite big in my impression, which building does your classmate live in?" She tried the smell of the fish that was about to be cooked, and after reacting, she asked Lin Xian, "Why are you asking this? It's too far away, you answer first Me, what do you think about accommodation?"
Lin Xian vaguely remembered that Wen Tong also politely invited him to play at home before, and mentioned what kind of garden he lived in. She originally wanted to ask her mother which building and which floor she lived in, but when she heard Zhou Qin say that the community was completely closed and could not enter without the owner's consent, she knew that it was useless to ask.
She squinted her eyes, and stared deeply at the broken pen in her hand. After a while, she neatly threw the pen into the trash can, stood up, took a piece of paper and wiped the ink stains in her hand, and said softly and firmly. Hui Zhouqin said: "I won't stay, and Aunt Xiao will be back in a few days. There is no need to hire a nanny. Mom, don't think too much about it."
"You also know?"
Lin Xian lifted the schoolbag from the chair, put it on one shoulder, opened the door and walked out, and replied: "I know, Mom, I have something to do now, so I hang up first." After finishing speaking, she looked up at the man who heard the voice from the kitchen. Aunt Liu who came out and asked her where she was going with her eyes knew, "Auntie, I won't have dinner, and I may come back later in the evening."
"Eh? Xianxian, you..." Aunt Liu opened her mouth, but finally fell silent helplessly.
Xiao Wanqing had told her to take care of Lin Xian and pay more attention to Lin Xian's work and rest, but if he didn't cooperate, what could she do? She is just a nanny.
It's just that I didn't expect that this child, who looks beautiful and kind, has a really...unambiguous and stubborn personality.
Aunt Liu let out a long sigh.
Lin Xian got out of the elevator and quickly ran towards the outside of the community. She stood at the intersection, and when she saw the taxi, she stretched out her hand and waved it. She didn't want to delay for a moment, she just wanted to appear in front of Xiao Wanqing immediately, hug her tightly, and not let her have the slightest chance of escaping.
She should have guessed that Aunt Xiao should live in Wen Tong's house. Why is she so stupid.
Aunt Xiao is so scruples about the eyes of the people in the company, it is impossible to live in the small cubicle of the company for a long time, which arouses suspicion for no reason. There are still two or three months before the holiday. It is not realistic to stay in a hotel for such a long time. Not to mention whether there is such a trustworthy friend who can be borrowed for a long time, just because of Aunt Xiao's character of not wanting to trouble others, it is impossible to disturb others for a long time. There are only two possibilities: short-term rental housing and Wen Tong's house.
Wen Tong and Aunt Xiao are so close, and they are not at home on a business trip, so Aunt Xiao is not a bother to borrow her. Besides, Wen Tong also asked Aunt Xiao to help her take care of the flowers and plants and run a car when she has time. It is most likely that Aunt Xiao lives in Wen Tong's house now.
As night fell and the lights came on, it was the rush hour of the city roads, and the taxi was stuck in a traffic jam not far from the Zhongyu Garden.
Lin Xian looked at the long car queue in front of him, and couldn't wait for a moment. She paid for the whole trip, opened the car door and got out of the car, stepped on the loud horn, passed one car after another with red taillights flashing, and ran wildly in the night.
She worked hard. She tried to be considerate of Xiao Wanqing, she thought about giving her more time.
However, reality slapped her in the face and told her no.
Aunt Xiao really wanted to leave, really wanted to leave.
How else can she retreat? Where else can she retreat? How dare she retreat
In a small city of Anjiang, she didn't want to see her, and she almost couldn't find her. If she really left, the world is so big and the sea of people is so vast, where can she go to find her
She was afraid that if she didn't catch her, when she turned around, Xiao Wanqing would really disappear.
She can't afford to retreat, can't afford to lose.
In Wen Tong's home, in the living room, there was only a small dim light on. A slender woman with a snow-white neck drooped and a blanket was wrapped around her legs, leaning on the sofa bed.
She didn't know how to explain to Wen Tong that she wanted to live in her house for a long time. So she only said half of it, and told Wen Tong that occasionally she was late for work and socializing, and it was too far to go back, so she would stay at her house. Although Wen Tong showed a great warm welcome, she still felt that such a semi-deceitful check-in when the owner was not at home was too much. Therefore, she kept to the greatest extent the appearance of the house when Wen Tong left, and bought new blankets and pillows by herself, and she just slept on the sofa in Wen Tong's living room every day after get off work.
At this moment, she held the mobile phone by her ear with one hand, and gently moved her fingertips on the touchpad of the laptop on her lap. On the screen, the recruitment information of Nagasawa City was displayed.
Wen Tong asked her in her ear: "Why do you suddenly ask me how Nagasawa is?"
Xiao Wanqing narrowed her eyes, forced a smile and replied, "I'm considering whether to try to change the environment and start again. Think about it, at this age, I don't seem to have really left here."
Wen Tong's tone revealed an unmistakable smile, and teased her: "Tell me honestly, do you feel lonely suddenly after seeing me not going back for so long, think about it, it's good to come to me?"
Xiao Wanqing's sliding fingertips paused, her eyes darkened, she admitted half of it, and said softly: "I think it's good to go to you."
She wanted to leave, not because of loneliness. However, the reason why he wanted to go to Nagasawa City was because Wen Tong was there. In fact, without a home, leaving a place where you can live for a long time, wherever you go, it's all the same. The same restlessness, the same panic, the same wandering. But there is Wen Tong in Nagasawa City, at least thinking about this will make her feel more at ease.
She wanted to leave Anjiang City. Before the establishment of the magazine branch, she wanted to leave.
Lin Xian is more persistent than she thinks, or he likes her more than she thinks. Now she skipped a class for her, skipped a meal once, wandered out once in the middle of the night, what next? After she continues to refuse to see her or accept her, how many irrational things will she do for her
She can't, shouldn't, and doesn't allow herself to stay like this and continue to affect Lin Xian's life.
When Wen Tong heard her confess, there was a smile in her deep eyes. There was a lot of tenderness in her chest, and in the end, it only turned into a low sentence: "Actually, I can go back too."
However, Xiao Wanqing was immersed in her own emotions, and did not hear Wen Tong's unusual tone and the deep meaning in her words, so she interrupted the topic self-consciously: "Let me think about it again, the company actually has to leave Negotiate. Just pretend you haven't heard what I said."
Wen Tong suddenly felt that his tenderness seemed to be paid to a pile of wood, and a sense of frustration arose spontaneously. She lost her mood, took a deep breath, said a few more words to Xiao Wanqing, and hung up the phone as if evading.
Xiao Wanqing didn't think much about it. Just as soon as he hung up the phone, almost a second later, the phone vibrated again.
She looked at the laptop screen, thinking that Wen Tong had just hung up the phone when she remembered something she forgot to say, and called again.
One didn't pay attention, and connected to the phone without any hassle. When she glanced at the note displayed on the screen from the corner of her eye, her heart trembled. The sad voice sounded softly in her ears: "Aunt Xiao, I'm outside Aunt Wen's community, can you come down and pick me up?"
Xiao Wanqing's heart tightened, and she just wanted to hold herself up, but she refused coldly, and hung up the phone unexpectedly.
Xiao Wanqing's five fingers resting on the touchpad slowly clenched, her mind was in a mess, and she finally slid the screen and dialed back.
Three seconds after dialing, Lin Xian hung up her call again without hesitation.
Xiao Wanqing locked her eyebrows tightly, bit her lip, feeling distressed and annoyed, unable to advance or retreat.
The author has something to say: Lin Xian: Aunt Xiao finally called me, and I had to hang up. It hurts here, and Aunt Xiao will make up for it in the future!