Love at the Right Time

When I wake up for breakfast in the morning, Shi Qingqiu is frying eggs and unconsciously recalling the dream of last night.

How could she have a dream of jumping from a height inexplicably? She still remembered that she was a little panicked when she first jumped, but when her body fell, a group of transparent matter immediately surrounded her, slowing down the speed of the fall.

Later, I was completely not afraid of what it would be like to fall. I only felt that the airflow surrounding me was like a huge jelly or marshmallow, supporting her body downward.

Shi Qingqiu flipped the egg with a spatula in one hand, pinched his face with the other, and muttered, "What a strange dream."

Wen Qinghan walked into the kitchen from outside. He just heard her talking to herself, then walked behind her and stopped, stretched out her hand to put her hand on her waist, put her chin on her shoulder and asked, "What's wrong? Still thinking about last night. That dream?"

"Hmm..." Shi Qingqiu licked his lips, turned his head and rubbed Wen Qinghan, "You said, what's the meaning of this dream? I usually dream because I think about something, this dream is very strange. ."

"Let me listen to you, maybe I know why I have this dream." Wen Qinghan nodded and shook her head when Qingqiu thought of the question of whether it was a nightmare last night, and she became a little curious.

Shi Qingqiu flipped the eggs twice and put them on the plate. As soon as the spatula was placed, he turned around and folded his hands around his chest, frowning and recalling: "I just jumped from a very high place. I don't know if it is a tall building or a mountain top. I thought I was going to fall into a human shape, but after a while, a group of transparent things surrounded me."

"what?"

"I don't understand." Shi Qingqiu paused, "In short, it feels like the one in a TV series supported by a gust of wind and then slowly descending to the ground, but mine is a little different. It is transparent, and it is like wind. , When I was struggling, it felt soft, a bit like cotton candy..."

Wen Qinghan smiled, "Do you want to eat candy?"

Shi Qingqiu reached out and clicked on her shoulder, and smiled: "No, you answer me well."

Wen Qinghan smiled again, with a warm light in his eyes, raising his hand to trace Qingqiu's face with his thumb, starting from the eyebrows, and then replied with her nice voice: "It's transparent, you can't see it." It feels like the wind at first, but it is not afraid of falling from a height because of it. Later, when you try to fumble, you feel that it is very soft and has been surrounded by you..."

"Yes, this summary is in place." Shi Qingqiu nodded in agreement, and then waited for Wen Qinghan's following.

Wen Qinghan's thumb slid over Shi Qingqiu's lips, and stopped on her chin, followed by her index finger, and a smile suddenly appeared in her eyes: "This, isn't it like me?"

Shi Qingqiu was stunned for a while, and then laughed: "You are starting to be narcissistic again, where do you look like you? You are not as sweet as marshmallows at all." She rubbed Wen Qinghan's face and pulled at her thin lips. , Stubbornly said: "You are almost like ice cubes, cold and hard..."

The two were silent for a while, and then laughed together.

One pinched his chin and the other cupped his face. It was really uncomfortable. Wen Qinghan let go of his hand and leaned forward. When the tip of his nose rubbed against the tip of Qingqiu's nose, he said softly: "Think about it again."

I couldn't see it at the beginning, but it really exists, because it gradually became clear to exist without fear of the result. Later, her feelings became clearer and clearer, which made her feel confident.

This process is very similar to their feelings along the way. The one that is invisible but always present like the same gust of wind is Wen Qinghan a few years ago.

Shi Qingqiu retracted her hand and touched her face. Warmly, she chuckled and said, "I start to feel a bit like it, no, it really seems to be you..."

No wonder she was not afraid at all in her dream last night, even if she looked at the solid ground aside the clouds, she still believed that she would not suffer any damage. It felt like Wen Qinghan was right beside him.

Wen Qinghan curled his lips, but said nothing.

Shi Qingqiu turned around and carried the plate, dragged her to eat breakfast, and asked on a whim: "Then if it were you, what color should I dream of?"

There was already a plate of steamed buns and porridge on the dinner table. Wen Qinghan filled a bowl for Shi Qingqiu, and replied with a slower movement: "If I dreamt it, it must be pink. "

Shi Qingqiu put his hands on his face and smirked: "Where is there such a young girl?" She paused slightly and said, "By the way, Aunt Zhong hasn't come over these two days, so we have to solve the food problem by ourselves."

Wen Qinghan took a sip of porridge and said, "Well, I went shopping for groceries at that moment. I'm in good shape today."

Shi Qingqiu gave her a fried egg, "I don't know if Aunt Zhong has raised your mouth, I have to think about what nutritious meal I will give you in the past two days."

Wen Qinghan watched her put a small bun onto the porridge, took a sip of the porridge, and then took a bite of the bun. There was a calm and joyful mood, no matter what emotions they had between them, big or small, in the end, they still got what they originally wanted.

The empty heart at the beginning was filled up unknowingly. If you have to find regrets, it is probably...

"Qingqiu, do we have a bad relationship and hobbies?" Wen Qinghan blurted out suddenly.

Shi Qingqiu held a mouthful of porridge in his mouth, frowned and vaguely "Huh?", then swallowed as if he was scared, "What did you say?"

Wen Qinghan pursed his lips, and said seriously: "I said, do we have a bad relationship and hobbies?"

Shi Qingqiu hurriedly walked around the dining table and sat next to her, shaking her hand and asked: "The marriage is over, how can there be any romance? What do you want?"

Wen Qinghan turned to Shi Qingqiu, bowing his heads one by one: "We were still friends when we were together, and later we had more contact with each other because we wanted to make the marriage more complete. However, we haven't had a good relationship with each other."

Her words reminded Shi Qingqiu of herself at that time. All her actions were derived from the goal of "want to be a qualified lover", not from emotion. Now when I think about it again, Shi Qingqiu only feels as if a world away.

Shi Qingqiu's love and accommodation for Wen Qinghan surpassed other considerations, and without much thought, he agreed: "Then what do you want to talk about? I chase you or you chase me?"

"It doesn't matter." Wen Qinghan shook his head, eyes jumping with flames, "I think, let's go to the movies first, book tickets in advance, and bring two cups of milk tea money. If you don't drive, just follow the time when you go to school. Come."

Shi Qingqiu was infected by her joy and replied softly: "Okay, I will listen to you. First go to the hospital to check your body and make sure that you are recovering well, then we will fall in love."

Under Shi Qingqiu's attentive care everywhere, Wen Qinghan recovered well. Apart from occasional discomfort, he was basically able to return to the state before the accident. The doctor told him to take a few more days of rest to allow the body to fully recover.

Shi Qingqiu carefully inquired about some daily behaviors, and after receiving a positive answer from the doctor, she and Wen Qinghan worked together to formulate "Daily Love".

There are no very popular films in the recent movies. Among the many romantic and comedy films, there is finally a war film that is more attractive.

Shi Qingqiu seriously analyzed with Wen Qinghan what films should be watched: "Your laugh is too high. I am afraid that I am the only one who laughed half to death. It is too embarrassing. Comedy is the first to be ruled out. Romance films are not the only thing. Now, the two of us have been photographed, and it must be more exciting than these."

Wen Qinghan handed it all over to Shi Qingqiu to decide: "You have the final say."

So the two went out to watch war movies after dinner.

Because they want to return to the school days, their dresses are deliberately restored to some student appearance, the upper body coat is the same style, and the jeans are paired with white shoes.

Wen Qinghan was a bit bookish at first, and he seemed to have gone back to many years before in such a dressing. After all, Shi Qingqiu is a public figure, with his hair tied up, and a pair of glasses on his clean face. He is full of vigor and vitality as a student.

When they were at the corner of the bus stop sign, Shi Qingqiu drew out his pockets, pinched the fifty yuan and said with a grimace: "Qing Han, I forgot to change the change..."

Wen Qinghan flicked her forehead, then took out a lot of yuan from her pocket, "I have, I exchanged a lot with Aunt Zhong today."

Shi Qingqiu's mouth trembled, "You won't change fifty yuan for one yuan, right?"

Wen Qinghan asked with a smile and said, "It's only ten, it's enough for us to go back and forth."

Parents used to control their pocket money in order not to develop the habit of spending money lavishly, so this time they only took a hundred yuan to go out. According to Wen Qinghan's idea, a cup of milk tea must be enough.

Shi Qingqiu stretched both hands to hook her fingers and swayed, recalling: "We should have not been to a movie together for a long time. The most recent time in the impression was when I came back from work and called Xiao Rui to go with you."

Wen Qinghan reminded: "That was last year."

"It turned out to be last year." Shi Qingqiu smiled, with a little more regret in his expression, "It would be fine if there were only two of us at that time. It's better to arrive earlier, early... um..."

She thought for a long time, not knowing when it would be appropriate to arrive early. It’s too early to operate, so I can’t help but squander it. It’s too busy to grow up a bit.

It would be great if you don't be an actor at that time, and just live plainly and don't have any disturbances, then that would be great.

"It's not too late." Wen Qinghan continued warmly, "Many times we would regret why some things didn't start earlier, but we didn't expect that if we didn't go step by step, we might not be there. This day. So don’t feel like wasting time, as long as you feel happy, it’s not too late."

"Classmate Wen, how can you coax people so well?" Shi Qingqiu squinted and smiled, and poked Wen Qinghan in the face.

"After all, he is a top student." Wen Qinghan shrugged his shoulders rarely.

Soon, the bus approached the stop sign, and they boarded the bus together with the flow of people.

Tonight’s dinner was eaten early. At this point in time, many people had just got off work, and there were no seats on the bus.

They were passively squeezed to a place close to the back door to barely stand firm. Both of them subconsciously raised one hand to hold the pull ring hanging on the bar, and the other hand hugged each other's body.

Looking at each other, there is a kind of happiness that breeds because of tacit understanding spreading in each other's eyes.

The bus started slowly, and Wen Qinghan approached Shi Qingqiu's ear and said, "Let's give your pull ring to someone else. We just use one, and then you hug me tightly."

Shi Qingqiu asked with a deep smile, "Are you going to take advantage of people to eat my tofu?"

Wen Qinghan chuckled, "How much do I need to take advantage of if I want to eat your tofu?"

Shi Qingqiu let out a cry, there was no objection at first, and someone caught him as soon as he let go. She put her hands around Wen Qinghan with confidence, half of her face was buried on Wen Qinghan's shoulders.

I just suddenly felt that the glasses were too much in the way.