Love at the Right Time

Wen Qinghan's weekends are extremely leisurely, as has been the case for several years of work.

Some people always complain about why it hasn’t come to the weekend during workdays, but they feel very empty and boring on the weekends, and they are not as busy as they are at work. Although Wen Qinghan never complains, she is deeply aware of how leisurely her rest day is, so idle that sometimes she can only accompany her with work.

After washing, Wen Qinghan put the clothes he was going to wear on the bed, and inadvertently glanced at the silent cell phone. The expression of Qingqiu when he registered for the wedding appeared in his mind, as well as the phone calls and messages of Shi Qingqiu.

Three days later, there really isn't any news for myself. The notification on the day she left was like doing a routine for this marriage relationship. It was not sincere, and she would not return her thoughts afterwards.

This is the mode of getting along between them. They have never been close enough to become friends who talk about everything, and they will not be unfamiliar with each other. Their lives have been linked by two parents from birth. They have been playmates since they were young, and they have been friends until they got married.

Wen Qinghan’s long hair is longer than that of Shi Qingqiu. The tail of her hair hangs softly and obediently behind her. She is standing quietly and long, faintly revealing an extraordinary charm that does not blend in with the world. Unspeakable and elegant Tsinghua.

The phone shook suddenly, and Wen Qinghan regained his senses. He slightly bent over and took the phone to open WeChat. In the family group, his mother said: "I have breakfast, the old lady."

Wen Qinghan was expressionless, tapped his thumb lightly, sent a "I know", and then threw the phone back to the bed.

She opened the briefcase. In addition to the documents, there was a white-covered diary. Instead of reviewing the emotions she wrote before, she turned to the latest page. The white paper made her stunned after picking up the pen. Froze.

It seems that nothing is appropriate to write. Compared with the mood in the past, now this heart is like being hung in the air, neither up nor down, neither happy nor sad.

Wen Qinghan's expression has always been indifferent. She rubbed the pen body with her fingertips, and finally bent over and placed the diary on the bedside table, writing the date of the wedding day, and finally left a bold and atmospheric sentence:

We got married.

When Wen Qinghan went to the dining room, his father Wen Chengxuan was reading the newspaper while drinking milk. Wen Qinghan only slightly raised his eyes, and then continued to stare at the newspaper.

Mother Zhao Wanyi beckoned: "Qing Han, come and see what to eat."

Wen Qinghan owns a house. She mostly lives on her side during working days. After get off work on Friday, she returns to her parents' house to spend the weekend together. This has been her habit for several years and has never changed. Therefore, every time Wen Qinghan comes back, she will eat more food at home.

"Thank you, mom, I'll just eat porridge." Wen Qinghan pursed his lips and smiled, and went to sit down with a bowl of porridge by herself, a spoonful of the entrance, and she softly praised: "It's delicious."

Zhao Wanyi took the public chopsticks and put some dishes for her on the small dish in front of her. She smiled and said, "If you are delicious, eat more, eat so little. You see you are skinny and look like Qingqiu. You two are not anywhere. Like, this is the most similar appetite, people who don't like to eat too much, look at your mother, I am sad, and my hair is pale."

The two children were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, and grew up together. On weekdays, the elders always like to compare the two when they say something. This is true of the Wen family and the Shi family. Among the two elders of the Wen family, Shi Qingqiu is the so-called "child of someone else's family." Wen Qinghan has never disliked it since he was a child.

Wen Qinghan took another sip of porridge, curled up the corners of his lips and smiled lightly, "Then I will eat one more bowl in a while to thank mom."

At this time, Wen Chengxuan raised his head and asked casually as usual: "Qing Han, how is your work during this time?"

Unlike his wife, Wen Chengxuan almost contracted work inquiries, and most of his talks were about official concerns.

"Very good, dad don't worry." Wen Qinghan put down his chopsticks and looked up, and then reported the recent situation: "Recently the law firm has received basically small cases, and there is no need to worry too much."

Probably due to professional reasons, Wen Qinghan's body naturally exudes a reassuring breath. Wen Chengxuan nodded in satisfaction, and closed the newspaper and said: "Eat breakfast, go out after eating or something, play more on weekends, don't Always work."

Speaking of this, Zhao Wanyi said: "By the way, why don't you go to the supermarket with Qinghan for a while? I just happen to have something I want to buy."

Wen Qinghan didn't think too much, and when he picked up his chopsticks, he responded, "Okay, then I will go with Mom."

Zhao Wanyi wants Wen Qinghan to accompany her, but she just doesn't want her daughter to be addicted to work at home, yes, addicted. I don't know what to do in the study or room every weekend. Several documents can last for two days, and knocking on the door will interrupt her thoughts. That's why she notified various things on WeChat.

Speaking of Wen Qinghan, Zhao Wanyi could say a lot. She was born in the same year and the same day as Shi Qingqiu, and they all seem to be quiet and quiet, but their personalities are quite different.

Although Shi Qingqiu was also calm, she was always more active than Wen Qinghan. Every time she came to the house, she called herself and her husband sweetly, so that they would always look forward to her coming. Regardless of professional reasons, as a well-known actor, Shi Qingqiu has only been able to come here occasionally in recent years.

Zhao Wanyi, who was weighing the items on the shelf, thought of this, and threw it at Wen Qinghan who was pushing the shopping cart behind him: "Qinghan, I haven't seen Qingqiu much recently. Did she go out to film again?"

Wen Qinghan pushed the shopping cart with no distractions. When she was called out so suddenly, she quickly reacted: "Well, she went to film, and said she will be back in a week or so."

Zhao Wanyi took a bottle of hoisin sauce and a bottle of gas from the shelf, turned and put it into the shopping cart, and then walked side by side with Wen Qinghan. As soon as Shi Qingqiu's words were opened, Zhao Wanyi couldn't suppress the desire to chat: "These are hers. Haven't you encountered any good boys in the days? Are there girls? Especially those with better conditions than you. If there are, you should pay more attention to it. Don't just know your work all day."

"No." Without squinting, Wen Qinghan reached out to straighten the goods in the shopping cart and added: "I mean people who are suitable for dating, no."

After so many years, how can she not know the thoughts of her parents? From the age of early love that people around us said to the present, even if Wen Chengxuan and Zhao Wanyi twisted their meanings a few times, she could know the meaning at a glance.

"Nothing is fine, nothing is fine." Zhao Wanyi patted Wen Qinghan's thin shoulders with satisfaction, and said encouragingly, "You, don't work dull day by day. I will pay with your dad. When you were there, your uncle and Aunt Jinghui were waiting for the two of you to develop. If you need your parents to make arrangements for you, don’t hide it and talk straight."

Two pairs of parents brought these two children together for more than 20 years. It can be said that the two mothers have made preparations for marriage since the two mothers were still pregnant.

After the two children remembered things, they were often brought together for various reasons, and they were even asked about their progress when they caught the opportunity as an adult. However, there has been no comforting news for such a long time.

A few years ago, when Shi Qingqiu was just a freshman, he said that he had made a girlfriend. Later, the elders stopped doing anything. But now that both children are single, the two parents are naturally active again.

"I don't need anything, mom, don't worry about it." Wen Qinghan pushed the shopping cart with one hand and held Zhao Wanyi's arm with the other, looking reluctant to talk about this topic.

Zhao Wanyi slapped her angrily, groaningly said: "You child, you don't know good people anymore. You see, you've been slowing down, and then people will run away..."

Wen Qinghan walked forward slowly with a condensed complexion, gradually widening his eyes.

At that time, Qingqiu had already begun to show a somewhat eye-catching and moving appearance. When he first entered the University of Political Science and Law, it caused a sensation. The number of suitors increased day by day. There were often students coming here downstairs in the dormitory. Even Qi Yue was attracted in this way.

That girl was the one Wen Qinghan had ever seen and liked to laugh the most, even Shi Qingqiu had never liked to laugh like this before. Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu often helped each other when they were enrolled in school, but it didn't take long for Shi Qingqiu and Qi Yue to go in and out of each other.

Wen Qinghan had no position to fight for anything, and no position to remind Shi Qingqiu not to dig her heart out for Qi Yue, because she found that when she saw Qi Yue stand on her tiptoe and wrap her toes, she kissed Qingqiu’s neck. It's different.

How can an equally crazy person persuade another person not to indulge?

She could only bite her teeth and hid in the corner, watching Shi Qingqiu happy for Qi Yue and sad for Qi Yue, and then allowed herself to fall into the abyss of Shi Qingqiu, unable to extricate herself.

"By the way, Qing Han, wait two days for you to visit Aunt Jinghui and bring me something."

The mother's confession broke through the fog of Wen Qinghan's memories of the past, and gradually became clear. She lowered her eyebrows and responded, "Well, I remembered it."

Zhao Wanyi didn't notice Wen Qinghan's distraction just now, and when she walked to the fruit area, she asked while holding the pear: "By the way, are you planning to fall in love lately? I didn't ask who you were with, so I asked you. Do you have any plans?"

Wen Qinghan pursed his lips, and subconsciously clenched his hands on the shopping cart pusher a little bit, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "Yes."

Zhao Wanyi has become accustomed to her saying no. Now when she heard such a promise, she forgot to choose the pear in her hand. She turned her head and wanted to ask more questions. Wen Qinghan interrupted in time: "Mom, I have a sense of measure. I will say it when I say it."

She always has such a calm appearance, and no one is used to it. Zhao Wanyi knows that she can't ask anything again. After saying "Well, let's go", she simply turned her head and went back to pick pears.

Wen Qinghan accompanied Zhao Wanyi to the supermarket. On the way back, he received a brief call from a partner of the law firm, saying that he had forgotten a document he needed in a hurry and didn't take it home. Let Wen Qinghan go over and cooperate with her to open it. Gate.

The door of the law firm has two layers inside and outside. The key is controlled by the two bosses of the law firm, Wen Qinghan and Jian Yizhi. Both of them must be present every day to open the door to open the door smoothly.

After Wen Qinghan sent Zhao Wanyi home, she drove to the law firm and met Jian Yizhi at the gate. She said, "Lawyer Jian, you still work so **** weekends?"

Simply glanced at her, and waited for her to come over and open the door with her arms around her chest, her voice was as soft as a water channel: "Looking at the appearance of this person going out, Lawyer Wen released himself today?"

Two people are not just partners, but also good friends in college. Therefore, they will always choke on a few words when they meet. They are two calm-tempered people, and they always treat each other differently from ordinary people after a long time.

Wen Qinghan didn't excuse him, he opened the door and looked sideways: "Go ahead."

A brief smile, and after opening the door inside, stepping on high heels and walking in. After a while, he came out with a brown paper bag. It seemed to be very conspicuous, but I forgot to take it after get off work yesterday.

When the door was closed, Wen Qinghan said naturally, "It means, I registered for marriage with Qingqiu, just a few days ago." She turned to look at Jian Yizhi, and she saw that there was something rare on that peaceful face. Surprise.

In short, I remember that Wen Qinghan did take a day off a few days ago, and what Wen Qinghan said now is obviously in line with that day's vacation. She frowned and asked thoughtfully: "Does she know?"

In short, he is the only person who knows Wen Qinghan's moodiness. When you ask, Wen Qinghan naturally knows the meaning. She shook her head gently, as usual: "She doesn't know. What I told her is that I don't have time. To get to know too many people in order to fall in love, use this reason to propose marriage."

In a nutshell, he didn't know how Wen Qinghan managed to maintain such a stoic and lasting relationship. The flowers that have not been fed by nourishment should wither. Only Wen Qinghan is still alive, or maybe it is lingering, holding a sigh of breath to reach that distant end.

"This head is well opened." Jianyi smiled slightly. She couldn't understand such a long emotion, so she knocked Wen Qinghan on the shoulder with a kraft paper bag and said, "If I change, I will definitely not be as strong as you. I can only give you one word, come on."