For The Rest of Our Life

In the dim light, Lin Xian reached out and put the delicate woman beside him into his arms tightly, like holding a fragile treasure, careful and tender. Xiao Wanqing grabbed her by her hands like a wounded kitten, nestling helplessly in her arms.

That sobbing sobbing sound, like a sharp needle stuck in Lin Xian's heart, made her eyes moist.

Xiao Wanqing cried so much that her heart was broken.

Lin Xian's voice was a little dumb. She gently patted Xiao Wanqing's back and softened her voice, coaxing her: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream. I've been awake. I'm here."

Xiao Wanqing's crying finally subsided gradually in her appeasement.

Lin Xian's intuition is not an ordinary nightmare, otherwise Aunt Xiao will not be so disturbed by a dream. She wanted to coax her to tell herself: "Xiao Xiaoyun, do you want to tell me what you dreamed of?"

But Xiao Wanqing just tiredly, nested fragilely in her neck fom, sighed thinly, her shoulders trembling slightly. A moment later, she hoarsely apologized: "I'm sorry, I woke you up. I lost my mind." She seemed to regain the calm and restraint of the adult in a flash.

Lin Xian sighed involuntarily. She lowered her head and lifted Xiao Wanqing's face. Under her soft gaze, she kissed her forehead distressedly, kissed her wet eyes, kissed her tears, and said softly: "Why say sorry? Xiao Xiao Kan, here you don’t need to disguise your emotions. You haven’t lost your gaze because I love you."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry. You're sorry. I didn't appear to protect you in your dreams. I'm sorry to make you afraid. I'm sorry to make you sleep beside me. I still don't get enough security."

She asked her: "Xiao Xiaoyun, tell me whether it is good or not, what should I do to make you more at ease."

Xiao Yuanqing bit her lip and stared deeply into Lin Xian's soft and sincere eyes, which were bitter and warm in her heart. She was close to Lin Xian. Her left hand encircled Lin Xian's waist and her forehead was against Lin Xian's jaw. She said hoarsely and softly: "Xianxian, you have done a good job."

It's really good, she is very content.

It was her own problem.

She murmured softly, intending to end the conversation: "Sleep, envy."

Lin Xian was helpless. She pursed her lips, tightened her lap, rubbed her hair with her chin, and responded to her lowly, "Yes."

However, Xiao Wanqing did not know when she fell asleep, but Lin Xian never fell asleep again. She looked at the eyebrows of Xiao Wanqing still curling in her sleep, and looked at the water droplets still hanging on her dense long eyelashes, her heart cut like a knife.

A long time ago, when she and Xiao Wanqing watched the big talk westward journey, Xiao Wanqing's unexpected cry came to her mind again. That night, she couldn't sleep, she asked herself a question: how far is it at the age of fourteen?

Today, she still seems to have not found a complete answer.

But she did her best.

Is she still too young and too young? Lin Xian was somewhat weak.

She lightly kissed the tears on Xiao Wanqing's eyelashes and begged her in her heart: Xiao Panpan, trust me a little more, confess a little more, patience a little bit, wait for me, OK?

I will work hard to learn to grow up and learn to get closer to your world.

Lin Xian was not adept at acting, and he had to be light-hearted and not to make a loud noise to wake up Xiao Wanqing, so he always had to get up early to prepare a slightly rich breakfast. Xiao Wanqing distressed her, so she was banned. Lin Xian almost didn't fall asleep again in the middle of the night. At dawn, she simply stood up carefully and went out to the kitchen to prepare a long-lost breakfast for Xiao Wanqing.

Xu Shi was so sleepy in the middle of the night that Xiao Wanqing woke up much later than usual. When she woke up, Lin Xian was no longer on her side, and there was no temperature in that part of the bed.

Xiao Wanqing was a little dazed and subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his temples. In a moment when she was completely awake, she suddenly sat up, was she... Did Lin Xian scare Lin Xian last night?

Fortunately the next second, the girl she longed for thought protruded from the door, smiling, holding a glass of water, and stepped down to her bed.

She put the water on her bedside table, staring at her with a smile, and suddenly approached her, her soft lips printed on her red lips, and offered a warm kiss.

Lin Xian separated her lips with a flexible tongue, trying to pry open her teeth.

Xiao Yunqing tasted the mint toothpaste in the girl's mouth, fresh and sweet, like the love Lin Xian gave her. Xiao Wanqing escaped her passionate entanglement, and took the lazy and softly just woke up and said: "Envy, I have not brushed my teeth."

Lin Xian bent her eyebrows, licking Xiao Yunqing's wet lips again, and whispered in a low voice: "Will I brush you first?"

Xiao Wanqing's eyes were filled with delicate water and light, but she said at the beginning that she would start talking nonsense early in the morning.

Lin Xian saw that she was embarrassed and full of compassion. She naturally rubbed Xiao Wanqing's shoulder with the top of her head, and raised her head with a smirk and admitted: "I'm talking nonsense. Then I'm serious."

"You can't get up anymore, be late..."

Xiao Yunqing looked at the alarm clock next to the letter suspiciously, and in the next moment, he swiftly opened the quilt and got out of bed. Lin Xian looked at her back, and Wen Wen told her: "It's okay, don't worry, I'm ready for breakfast. It's already cold. You can eat it after washing it out. Remember to drink the water before you come out." ."

Xiao Wanqing's steps stopped again. She turned around and looked at the girl, her lips gradually showing a shallow curvature.

Lin Xian saw the smile flashing in Xiao Wan's eyes, and his heart was quietly relaxed. She stood up, ran to Xiao Wanqing, and quickly attacked her lips again, like a small fox that succeeded in stealthy, smiling with neat teeth, and jumped out of the bedroom with satisfaction.

Lin Xian did not mention what happened last night, did not embarrass her, as always.

Xiao Yuanqing touched his lips, his eyes narrowed, his heart softened and soft.

Lin Xian still worried about Xiao Wanqing's state last night. At breakfast, Lin Xian pretended to be sick, and wanted to stay with her for two more days before going back. Xiao Yuanqing worried that Lin Xian came out that day and was in a hurry and did not make it clear to Zhou Qin. It would be bad for him to stay for two more days and be afraid to return. So she pretended to relentlessly urge Lin Xian to go home.

Lin Xian saw Xiao Wanqing resolutely, he had to grumble, and promised to go home obediently.

After Xiao Yuanqing went to work, Lin Xian did not go back immediately.

She helped Xiao Wanqing clean the house again, and then replaced Xiao Wanqing yesterday because the clothes were too late and too tired to wash. Xiao Xuanqing's clothes were not rougher than her t-shirt. Lin Xian was very careful and delicate, but a few clothes made her sweaty.

After more than ten o'clock, she went out again and closed in the room for a long time after returning. Near twelve o'clock, she took Xiao Teddy to Xiao Wanqing's room, and lay down in her sleeping position last night, sending a text message to Xiao Wanqing. Finally, she left the Xiao family reluctantly and returned to the North District.

On the way back, Lin Xian sat on the bus, leaning his head against the glass of the car window, staring at the backward street scene outside the window, startled.

She still had trouble relieving the fragility and helplessness that Xiao Wanqing seldom revealed last night. She unconsciously remembered that after receiving Wen Tong's call, Xiao Yunqing had some heavy expressions.

Is it accidental and coincidental?

Lin Xian's heart was heavy. She was a bit skeptical that Xiao Wanqing's sudden nightmare had something to do with Wen Tong, and she eagerly went to Wen Tong to ask what she had said to Aunt Xiao last night.

Thinking about it, she dared not act rashly.

She remembered the three conditions that Aunt Xiao gave her when she was just dating. Aunt Xiao, you should be asking yourself like this? Shouldn't she be willing to tell Wen Tong about her relationship with her?

Lin Xian didn't know what position she would use to stand in front of Wen Tong to question others, and she was even more afraid that she would hurt Xiao Wanqing if she rashly broke the relationship between them.

Moreover, Aunt Xiao herself did not want to tell her or want to let her know. She went to ask someone else's mouth, is it a kind of disrespect?

Lin Xian gave a sigh of relief to the glass and drew a smiley face with his fingers to comfort himself. Never mind.

In the duplex suite where Shi Jinglan lived alone, Wen Tong woke up with a headache, staring blankly at the strange environment in front of him. She turned her face to see the woman with her eyebrows steady and sleeping beside her, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she almost exclaimed.

She struggled to recall what happened. Seeing the naked one exposed outside the thin quilt, she was shocked with a messy body, and her mind began to flash back to last night. She was kicked under the bed inexplicably, and after crawling up from the bottom of the bed with pain, she wanted to tear it anxiously. Below the woman's high cold mask, when clasped, the alarm became worse, regardless of the request.

She seems to have made her cry?

"Ah........." Wen Tong wanted to die.

Carefully, Wen Tong didn't dare to wear clothes, picked up the clothes, bags and shoes, and hugged and slipped out of the room.

I don't know how long it took, and Shi Jinglan was woken up by the work phone. She raised her hand to answer the phone, only to find that her body was so painful that she was falling apart. She turned her head to look for the culprit, but her side was already empty.

She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, before she knew how dumb her voice was, and her throat hurt like smoke. Shi Jinglan looked at the empty bedside, his brows sinking.

She gave a few words of bad breath, hung up the phone, endured the pain, stepped on the soft steps, and took a shower in the bathroom.

After a long time, she cleaned herself up and washed away her stickiness. She wore a clean nightgown, walked barefoot and wiped her hair to the living room, Yu Guang swept until Wen Tong left something on her coffee table.

A bag of unsealed throat lozenges, and a piece of paper, which read: "I'm sorry." Remember to buy medicine.

What medicine to buy? Shi Jinglan felt more painful between the legs.

As if taunting.

Shi Jinglan stared at the note for a long while, his eyes dark and heavy.

Very good, Wen Tong.

Come to Japan.

Two days after Lin Xian returned home was a weekend, Zhou Qinlai gave a training lecture here. She was so busy recently that she rarely had time to come, so she seized the opportunity and invited Xiao Wanqing and Wen Tong to have dinner together.

Xiao Wanqing now sees Zhou Qin's call and is unconsciously trembling. After listening to Zhou Qin's invitation, she subconsciously asked with unconscious tension: "Did Wen Tong agree to go together?"

After that day, Wen Tong never contacted her again, and she was embarrassed to contact Wen Tong again. She was afraid that Wen Tong would be bored with her, and that the news would sink into the sea. No contact, no rejection, she can deceive herself.

Zhou Qin said with a smile: "I haven't contacted her yet. It doesn't matter. If Tongtong is inconvenient, we'll make an appointment. Next time when it's convenient for us, we will make an appointment. It's not just that we can only eat once."

Xiao Wanqing has already pushed several times, afraid that Zhou Qin will be reluctant to resign, so he has to bite the bullet and agree to come down.

Fortunately, when she arrived at the restaurant, she followed the waiter to the place that Zhou Qin had booked. Far away, she saw two women sitting on the seats, sitting face to face, and they had a great conversation.

Wen Tong... She still came.

Seeing the arrival of Xiao Wanqing, Wen Tong suddenly raised his head. The two people's eyes were separated, and they collided. After a while, Xiao Yunqing saw Wen Tong narrow his eyes, as if sighing, and gave a vague smile to her.

Xiao Wanqing couldn't help but feel sour, but his heart flew up.

The author has something to say: Shi Dong: I made an appointment and I have to finish crying.