The breeze does not pass me by

Chapter 45 I Will Advise You to Accept Xiaochan
Shao Linfeng brought a dusty chill and the smell of alcohol, his complexion was very bad, there was a heavy gloom between his brows, his eyes were bloodshot, and he probably didn't sleep well for a few days.

Aunt Rong was frightened, and hurriedly took a step back to let him in: "You didn't drive yourself, did you?"

"The chauffeur sent me here. He just left." Shao Linfeng entered the house to change his shoes, his body was wrapped in the warmth of the room, and gradually warmed up, he felt a little alive.

"That's good, that's good." Aunt Rong let go of her raised heart, closed the door casually, and hung the coat he took off on the hanger, "Aren't you celebrating the New Year in Beicheng?"

Shao Linfeng didn't explain too much, and said calmly: "I had a reunion dinner at noon."

The atmosphere of open and secret fighting in the old house was suffocating, and he didn't want to stay for a moment longer. After chatting with the old man in the afternoon, he set off for Yicheng.

"Have you eaten yet?" Shao Linfeng took off the dark gray scarf around his neck and held it in his hand. He walked to the living room, glanced casually into the dining room, and found the girl lying there. Set it there.

Aunt Rong quickly made a glass of honey water and brought it to him: "I asked Xiaochan to come and accompany me. We've almost finished eating. Do you want to eat more?"

Shao Linfeng seemed to have never heard of it.

Aunt Rong looked up at him suspiciously, and passed the water glass in her hand forward: "Drink some honey to hydrolyze the hangover."

"She...how did she get down?"

Shao Linfeng lowered his eyelashes, took the glass of honey water with his fingertips trembling slightly, tried his best to conceal his inner uneasiness, brought the glass to his lips and took a sip.

Aunt Rong patted her forehead and said dumbfoundedly: "It's my fault. I poured her a bowl of rice wine made a few days ago. She has a small capacity for alcohol and gets drunk when she drinks it."

Shao Linfeng bent down to put down his cup. He was about to go back to his room, but he walked towards the restaurant uncontrollably.

The dining table is full of delicacies, and there is a pot sitting on the induction cooker in the middle. The pork rib soup is bubbling and bubbling, and the aroma is wafting out with the heat.The girl's side face was resting on her arm, her eyes were closed, her quiet and obedient appearance was like a cat curled up in a cushion.

Her face was covered with a blush, it was unknown whether it was from the heating or from being drunk.

"Xiaochan? Xiaochan?" Aunt Rong pushed her shoulder.

Liang Chan rubbed her face against the back of her hand and grunted in protest. She looked like a kindergarten kid who didn't sleep well and was forcibly pulled up by her parents for a spring outing.

Aunt Rong couldn't wake her up, so she showed Shao Linfeng a helpless smile.

Shao Linfeng made the decision: "Aunt Rong, you go upstairs and tidy up the room where Xiaochan used to live, so that she can have a good rest."

"Hey!"

Even if the husband doesn't say it, Aunt Rong still thinks so.The driver went home for the Chinese New Year, and the husband couldn't drive after drinking, and no one sent Liang Chan back. The best way is to let her stay here for one night.

Liang Chan was in a deep sleep, and she didn't wake up after being hugged horizontally. One arm was placed in front of her body, and the other arm was hanging down, dangling in the air.Leaning his head on Shao Linfeng's warm chest, he couldn't tell who smelled more alcohol.

Shao Linfeng supported her steadily, stepped up the stairs step by step, his eyes lingered on her peaceful face.

Aunt Rong made the bed quickly, and came across this scene when she came out. She felt weird, the way Mr. looked at Xiao Chan, she couldn't tell...

Shao Linfeng put Liang Chan on the bed, knelt down on one knee beside the bed, and pulled the quilt over her body.

Probably because the bed he had been lying on was too familiar, even Liang Chan in his sleep could still feel a sense of security, turned over and buried himself under the quilt, sleeping peacefully and soundly.

Shao Linfeng stretched out his hand and brushed away the hair that covered her face. When his fingertips touched her soft, hot cheek, he suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been stabbed.

He walked out of the room in a little embarrassment.

When Shao Linfeng went downstairs, Aunt Rong had just finished clearing the dining table and asked him if he would like soup. There was bone soup in the kitchen that had been simmering for an entire afternoon, and it tasted just right.

Shao Linfeng refused to drink, and took a pack of cigarettes to the French window.

There are tiny snowflakes swirling and falling under the street lights, like bugs flying around the lights in groups in summer.There was no warning in the afternoon, and it snowed in the evening.Fortunately, he rushed back before the snowstorm came.

This may be his only good luck.

Aunt Rong came out of the kitchen and saw that he was smoking again, she frowned, knowing that she couldn't stop him, she simply tried to persuade him without being annoying.

Unexpectedly, Shao Linfeng took the initiative to pinch his cigarette, turned around and looked over, his hoarse voice seemed a little lonely in the silent night: "Aunt Rong, do you have anything else to do? Let's sit down and talk."

He sat on the sofa, took a sip of the unfinished honey water.

Aunt Rong was a little confused, she paused, walked over, and sat down on the side sofa.

"Did Xiao Chan come here in the afternoon?" Shao Linfeng asked.

"Ah."

"Did she say anything to you?"

Aunt Rong became more and more confused. She had a lot of conversations with Xiaochan, should she repeat them all?

"Which area do you mean?" Aunt Rong asked.

"casual."

Aunt Rong was at a loss, didn't know where to start, she smiled and said: "I didn't talk about anything important, they were just trivial things in daily life. If you ask me to tell you, I really don't know how to talk about it."

Shao Linfeng held the cup with his long fingers and turned it around: "Didn't she mention me to you?"

"This is not."

Aunt Rong remembered very clearly that she first mentioned whether the husband had contacted her recently, and she then asked what was the matter, and then she didn't mention it again.

"That's it." Shao Linfeng stroked the wall of the cup, not knowing what he was struggling with and what he was looking for.

Aunt Rong looked at his pensive face, and a bold guess came to her mind. This guess scared her so much that she didn't dare to speak out for a long time.

In the end, reason overcame curiosity, and she didn't ask.

On the contrary, Shao Linfeng noticed that there was a difference in her expression, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Aunt Rong overturned her guess repeatedly, and felt that there was evidence to follow, so she had to ask at the risk of offending her employer: "Do you have feelings for Xiaochan..." She put it in a more euphemistic way, "There are different feelings ?”

It is not the elders who take care of the children who are dependent on others, but a man who treats a woman who is his equal.

Weng Ran was in Shao Linfeng's mind, as if someone had cast a spell on him, and his whole body was frozen.

It turns out that this is what he has been struggling with and worrying about.

Maybe he already knew his own heart, but he just didn't want to admit it, and went to see Liang Chan under the guise of apologizing to cover up his true feelings.

And he just asked Aunt Rong if Liang Chan asked about him, but he was looking for evidence that she still liked him.

After a long time, Shao Linfeng smiled wryly: "I used to live too much on my own, and everything was in my own hands. When Xiaochan expressed his heart to me, I felt that things were out of control for the first time. I don't like this kind of derailment. Feeling, so the first thought is to deal with it as soon as possible, so that life can return to the original peace. I was too impatient and didn’t use the right method, which not only hurt her, but also tortured myself.”

He was talking to himself, and he was talking to Aunt Rong.These words were held back in his heart for a long time.

Aunt Rong was so shocked that her lips trembled and she lost her ability to organize words.

No matter how much she used her imagination, she never thought that Xiaochan actually liked her husband and even confessed her love to him.Living under the same roof, why didn't she see her thoughts?
Shao Linfeng leaned against the back of the sofa and covered his face with one hand. After a long time, he put his hand down and stared blankly at the lamp above his head: "When she mustered up the courage to say that she likes me, my reason told me that she was still young, and I We are not suitable for being nearly ten years older than her. In the end, I lived this age in vain, and I didn't even notice when I had different feelings for her. "

Aunt Rong remembered a long time ago. On the day her husband brought Zhao Jiaman back, Xiaochan hid upstairs and refused to come down to eat. She thought there was a conflict between the two of them, and advised her husband not to fuss with Xiaochan and let her order. Eight or nine years older than her.

The husband thought about it for a few seconds, and suddenly asked her, you also think she is a child, right?
She didn't think too much about it at the time. What she said was that she was still going to school at the age of eighteen or nineteen, wasn't she a child?
The husband's eyes became firm, as if he believed that what she said was right.

Looking back on his eyes at that time now, Aunt Rong understood what he meant, he was not sure if it was the right thing to do to reject Xiao Chan, so he sought approval from those around him.But she didn't understand what it meant and gave the wrong message.

Aunt Rong said melancholy: "If you tell the truth earlier, I will persuade you to accept Xiaochan. Of course, it is also possible that I cannot persuade you at that time."

(End of this chapter)