For The Rest of Our Life

On the evening of the second day, before leaving get out of class, Lin Xian received a text message from Zhou Qin telling her that she had already waited for her outside the school gate.

Lin Xian secretly returned her helplessly while the teacher was not paying attention: Got it, Lafayette...

After class, Lin Xian greeted Chen Zhi and Tang Mo and carried the schoolbag to follow the call of his mother and quickly moved out. Shiman suddenly picked up the bag and pulled Lin Xian's schoolbag to signal her :"Let's go together."

So Lin Xian slowed down a bit and walked side by side with her. After a while, she looked at the road ahead, at one time she looked at the time next to her, and she looked like she kept talking.

The atmosphere was a bit dull.

Shi Man looked at Lin Xian with a glance, gently "cut", with a smile, not good air: "Say whatever you want to say, don't give me a constipation."

Lin Xian was taken aback, but he laughed out loudly, and the atmosphere became active and relaxed all at once. She tentatively asked Shi Man: "Are you still mad at Xue Xue? Don't wait for her?"

Shi Man uttered a cold tone, "Oh," and responded lightly: "No. What does it mean to be angry with her? She was so angry that she didn't know what I was angry at all."

Lin Xian blinked and blinked, secretly sullenly: Actually I don't know what you are angry. But as a good friend and good friend, she comforted her: "She doesn't know, you just communicate with her? Maybe there is any misunderstanding between you? I don't think Xuejie is the kind People who are hard to speak."

Shiman just shook his head softly, reluctantly, and changed the topic: "What are you doing so urgently today? Sister Xiao is waiting for you outside?"

Lin Xian smiled and said regretfully: "I think so. Unfortunately, there is no older sister Xiao, only older sister Xiao..."

Shi Man curved her bright peach eyes and was about to ask her, "How many good sisters do you have?" His wrists were suddenly grabbed and pulled lightly.

Shi Man turned back reflexively and stopped.

Lin Xian walked a few steps on his own, only to realize that time was full, and did not keep up. When she turned back to find Shiman, she saw that Xia Zhijin was pulling Shiman's wrist, her eyebrows flickering slightly, and she had a bit of depression on her cold face.

"Why don't you wait for me?" Lin Xian heard Xia Zhijin's Qingling voice faintly.

"Why should I wait for you?" Shi raised an eyebrow impatiently and asked her impolitely.

Lin Xian rubbed his temple and thought to myself, I still disappeared! She hurried forward and smirked at the two people who were still arguing. She said, "Sister Xue, full, my mother is still waiting for me, I will go first, bye, be careful on your way." , Spread his long legs and ran away.

While running, Lin Xian couldn't help but hooked his lips and thought: Is it because he is the only child, so he doesn't understand the mode of getting along with the sisters? It always feels strange.

As soon as he left the school, Lin Xian saw Zhou Qin's familiar white Mercedes. She ran forward a few steps, opened the door in a familiar way, and sat in.

Zhou Qin was looking at the phone, heard the sound, turned his head to see Lin Xian, and began to disgust: "I almost called again to urge you, tormenting. There must be a traffic jam on the road today, we will not necessarily have to go back here what time is it."

Lin Xian closed the door, fastened his seat belt, and begged his mouth unhappy, then replied, "I can't fly out, it's already the fastest speed, okay. And, don't all tell you that I'm not going back to the festival, Why did you regret it?"

Zhou Qin started the car without a good air: "Do you think I want it? You don’t tell me you don’t go home for the holiday, I originally planned to keep you from coming back. Xiaojun used to spend the holiday alone in the past, I thought You can have fun with her this year. But your grandparents suddenly come to the holiday together and say they miss you. Can I tell them not to come?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Qin couldn't help but glared at Lin Xian again, and counted her: "You're so sorry to blame me, how long have you not called your grandparents. Last month, you were busy with interest classes, and later the weather was also hot , I didn’t say anything to you without you going back to see them with us, but I remind you how many times you let them give them a call to say hello, are you all in the ears? Being a junior, waiting for the elderly to miss you Now, I came to see you in person. Are you ashamed?"

Lin Xian knew that there was something wrong, so he didn’t dare to go back and confessed wrong again and again: "Mom, I know it is wrong. I thought about it too, but I always forget it."

Zhou Qin gave her another look: "You just didn't care! Will you forget if you're careful? I don't think I and your dad can count on you. When we get old, you might be forgetting us like this. ."

Lin Xian was justified, and his anger was not strong. He hurriedly fell low and became a small child, and admitted to being wrong and coquettish, and finally confused this topic.

Waiting for the stall of the red street light, Zhou Qin asked Lin Xian: "Did your aunt Xiao say any activities tonight?"

When Lin Xian thought of Xiao Wanqing, her mood fell, and her voice was a little muffled: "Nothing. She had bought a lot of vegetables and was ready for the festival..."

Zhou Qin also sighed and said, "We are going to pick her up now and go to our house for the holidays together."

"There is no need to go, she will definitely not go with us, even if you go."

Zhou Qin also knew that the result must be like this. But she still taught Lin Xian with a focus on language: "This is a matter of politeness, it's her problem whether to go or not, please be our problem if you please."

Lin Xian pouted, dissatisfied and said: "I know, but Aunt Xiao is not that careless." She just didn't want to ask Zhou Qin to poke Xiao Wanqing's pain again. It's already very sad, why do you have to spend your mind to make others feel guilty.

Zhou Qin listened to Lin Xian's determined tone and couldn't help but laugh: "How long has it been since you knew it well."

Lin Xian "hummed" twice, proudly said: "I think I met Aunt Xiao and I hated each other late."

Zhou Qin just wanted to hit her two sentences, but it seemed that she suddenly remembered something, and there were some nostalgic smiles between her eyebrows, teasing: "It's not too late. But you met her early, and you reserved someone and said I want to marry someone." At that time, the envy was only eight years old. In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

Over the years, Lin Xian hasn’t been tempted by people catching this thing. He has already practiced a thick cheek like a copper wall. But this time, I don’t know why. After hearing this, I thought of Xiao Genqing’s gentle and beautiful face. She blushed to the ground with a rash. She stomped her feet and said angrily: "Mom! You can't say this again!"

Zhou Qin rarely saw her daughter shy, she couldn’t help but laughed at the flowers, and calmed her: “Good, the cars are squashed by you. I won’t mention it.”

In the traffic jam on the road, Zhou Qin finally had to make a compromise. Instead of detouring to find Xiao Wanqing, instead, Xiao Xiaoqing made a phone call and verbally invited her to go with her again. Xiao Wanqing also refused as they expected, and laughed that they did not have to worry about themselves, saying that they had gone out for dinner with several colleagues from other places.

Back home in the North District, it was already dark, and it was time for Huadeng Street.

Grandpa and Grandma saw Lin Xian with a smile on their eyes, pulled Lin Xian to the side, looked up and down carefully, and reassured: "Envy is tall again."

Lin Xian also embraced grandpa and grandma intimately, and said coquettishly: "I miss you, but I have been busy studying, and I have no time to see you. Grandpa and grandma won't envy you." She also took out a large bag of warm baby stickers from her schoolbag, and offered them treasures: "Grandpa and grandma, I am going to school in the Southern District now, and I don't know when I will have time to see you again, or I will be forgotten when I arrive. So I remember now, let me give you this first. This is a warm baby, posted in winter to keep you warm. I will show you."

Grandpa Lin grandmother Lin looked at the cute and caring little granddaughter in front of her eyes, happily closed her mouth, where would she blame her.

Zhou Qin looked at Lin Xian with a few words and coaxed the two old people to find North with pleasure. Then, she looked at her and clearly prepared the warm baby stickers she brought to Xiao Yunqing's family. This little clever ghost, this mouth is really, I don't know who it is.

Dinner was only two courses away and Zhou Qin and his mother-in-law went to the kitchen to work together. Lin Zhan and his son played chess on the coffee table in the living room to pass the time. Lin Xian sat on the sidelines.

Lin Zhan cares about her daughter's life casually: "Are you still used to living in your Aunt Xiao's house?"

Lin Xian raised her eyebrows and smiled: "It's quite customary. Aunt Xiao is a very gentle and nice person."

Grandpa Lin sighed and said to Lin Lin's guns mercilessly, and said: "Xiaohua... It's a good boy, hey, he's suffering a little bit of life. Hey, I don't know why Aunt Xiao , Dying..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhan interrupted: "Dad, let's not mention these past events, mentioning the sorrowful feelings, and also making Xiaoyun sad."

Grandpa Lin sighed for a long time and took Lin Zhan together, saying: "If you don't mention it, don't mention it anymore, people who live must look forward."

Lin Xian looked at the chessboard, but his ears lengthened to listen to their conversation. Hearing that neither dad nor grandpa wanted to mention it again, they did not dare to ask again in spite of their doubts.

Aunt Xiao? Who is it? Grandpa called aunt... Is it Aunt Xiao's grandma?

The whole family is full and harmonious, and the dinner is easy to eat, and the laughter is constant. It is a pity that the God of Heaven does not make beauty. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the flowers and moon should be enjoyed, but there was drizzle, and the dark clouds covered the deep night sky. There was no stars and no moon. The night was dark.

It was a little late. The old man was distressed by Lin Xian. He wanted Lin Xian to stay at home for one night and go to school tomorrow.

Lin Xian remembered Xiao Wanqing after the excitement, and remembered the starry sky and the bleakness that had been seen in Xiao Yunqing's eyes that day.

Still, I really want to be with her...

So she shook her head and insisted on going back to the South District, pretending to say: "Early reading starts early, and it takes an hour to arrive in the South District. If Mom and Dad waited to send me over tomorrow, it would be too hard to get up early. And, I didn’t bring my books for class tomorrow, forget it."

A few adults thought about it, and it made sense. Looking at Lin Xian's firm appearance, he still sent her back.

After Zhou Qin was a little older, she could not see clearly when driving at night. Lin Zhan couldn't rest assured that she drove the night car and drove it to Lin Xian by herself.

Compared to Zhou Qin's gentleness, Lin Zhan was very indulgent and pampered to this daughter. Late at night, he was a big man who couldn't go to the door, so he didn't follow Lin Xian upstairs, only sent Lin Xian to the door of the building.

Before he went in, he touched his daughter's head and drew out a few red tickets from the wallet and smiled and handed her: "Don't tell your mother. Listen to your aunt Xiao and take care of each other with Aunt Xiao, Don’t worry us. If pocket money is not enough, tell Dad secretly.”

Lin Xian reached out and hugged Lin Zhan, rubbed his head, and moved: "Thank you Dad."

Farewell to my dad, after entering the elevator, Lin Xian's heart could not help but eagerly.

Did Aunt Xiao really go to dinner with colleagues? Is she back? Is she happy tonight? When she got out of the elevator, she can't wait to trot up, grabbing the key while running, hurriedly holding the handle to open the door.

The door snapped open, Lin Xian gently pushed open. There were no lights in the house, everything was dim and dim under the reflection of the street lights outside the window.

In the last second, Lin Xiangang didn't know whether to be happy or lost. Has Aunt Xiao yet come back? In the next second, there was a gentle, low, magnetic female voice echoing in the empty living room: "thoseweresuchhappytimesandnotlongago, howiwonderedwherethey\'dgone......"

A song with a sense of age and a little sadness...

yesterdayoncemore...reproduced yesterday...

Lin Xian didn't turn on the light, touched the black, and followed the sound. She could see clearly in the dark. In the corner of the living room, she always thought that the retro gramophone was just a decoration, and it was turning around at the moment...

Xiao... What about Auntie?

She opened her eyes, looked around, and finally saw on the balcony not far away, that small cluster of familiar soft hair, and the slender and thin back lying.

Lin Xian gently dropped the schoolbag and the food that Zhou Qin asked her to bring back, and walked gently towards the figure step by step.

It was dark in the night, the rain was heavy, it was pulsating, and the low and lingering song sounded, lingering with ears... On the coffee table, the tea in the jade-colored tea cup was exhausted, and the kettle on the side boiled, White mist, curling up...

The lights were dim and the mist was misty, and the woman who looked at her with a smile on her face was more and more eye-catching, just like the person in the picture

The woman's smile was light, her eyebrows were smiling, her tone was rare and lazy: "Is it back, is it wet?"

Lin Xian narrowed her eyes slightly. In the heavy rain, she could hear herself so clearly, with a click, beating so violently, that fresh heartbeat.

She raised her eyes and looked at the woman who was lying on her half-faced and graceful face, and shook her head gently. She sat next to her under the gentle gaze of Xiao Wanqing. There seemed to be something in her mind that kept clamoring vaguely, but she settled her mind and could not trace it. Lin Xianning stared at the heavy rain in the night sky, and gradually suppressed the ups and downs, calm down. She turned her eyebrows and quipped with Xiao Wanqing's chewing words: "Xiao Ke is uninvited late at night, can you ask the girl for a cup of hot tea?"

The woman stared at her quiet eyes like the ancient pool, the gentleness like water gradually rippling. She lifted her catkin lightly, added a cup of tea, and the fragrance of tea slowly turned away.

The emerald-colored teacup was gently pushed to Lin Xian's hand, Lin Xian raised his hand to his lips, and Xiao Wanqing stared down at her movements, her voice refuted her softly: "Not uninvited."

Lin Xian looked up at her, and she gently opened her eyebrows, her long eyelashes flashing: "It is long to wait for the king to return." Gently and softly, the ending is gentle, and the lingering singing in the ears makes Lin Xian heart rumble and sip. The hot tea burned into my heart from the throat.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it's still puffing, and it keeps ringing...

Lin Xian thought, autumn and winter are not over yet spring is not yet, why she feels that in her heart, there is a seed that seems to be breaking the ground and sprouting...