Love at the Right Time

The next day, the boy looked a little unhappy, even when he brought food to Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu, he was very silent. But this appearance was not as obvious as yesterday's anger, and besides delivering food and taking back the tableware, he did not take one step closer to the door. This made Wen Qinghan puzzled and unable to proceed.

After dinner, she handed the bowl out to the boy, and was about to speak, but saw the boy put the bowl aside, facing Wen Qinghan, bowed his head and said nothing.

He should have wanted to say something, Wen Qinghan thought to himself. She moved her chair to the door and sat down. She turned her head to look at him. She didn't say straight, but said slowly: "Actually, winning or losing in this game is not so important to me. You must be rewarded for coming here. , Just stick to the last day."

Shi Qingqiu's words echoed in her ears again, a little far away, Wen Qinghan gently pulled the corners of his lips, and hadn't seen Shi Qingqiu for almost two days. I don't know if she has a book to relieve her boredom.

The boy was still wearing a long sleeve, and the thumbs and index fingers of the two hands placed in front of him were mixed together. He sat silently to the place where he sat when he was talking to Wen Qinghan yesterday.

Wen Qinghan walked and fetched a book. It was a collection of novels, Lu Xun's "Scream". I wonder if any of the students who lived here before has fallen. This collection of novels, Wen Qinghan, had been bought. It was only a dozen years ago, when she opened it in junior high school, that she realized that she could hardly remember much of the content in this book when she opened it yesterday.

"When I was in school, there was a classmate in the class who didn't listen to class and was very disobedient. He didn't do homework, contradicted the teacher, and didn't do it on duty. He often embarrassed the class cadres. Everyone hated him. Tickle, I wish I didn't have this person in the class."

Wen Qinghan paused, and asked the boy outside: "If you are here, you will also think he is very annoying, right?"

The boy froze for a moment, then turned to look at her, then nodded slowly, "Yes."

Wen Qinghan continued: "At that time, our head teacher was a very good teacher. He would accompany us to the playground and play ball games. He would also give individual lectures to every classmate who encountered problems. He said patiently until we understood. "She paused again and asked: "You would think he is a good teacher, right?"

The boy nodded: "Yes, our teacher does the same."

Wen Qinghan shook her head, holding the "Scream" in her hand, rubbing her thumb on the gilded book title, her long curly eyelashes trembling slightly, the light of the setting sun fell on her, and the indifferent breath seemed to see through the dust. The wise man of things.

"But once the student ran against him and was so arrogant. When he threatened to tear down all the students' desks, the head teacher slapped him on the head." Wen Qinghan finished speaking, turned to look at the boy, "That The student was not injured, and his parents agreed with the teacher’s approach, thinking that the child’s mistakes should be taught. But later, he became gloomy. When someone raised his hand, he subconsciously avoided it, and seemed to be much more obedient. ."

The boy looked at Wen Qinghan with his eyes unblinking. The trace of sorrow from the silence just disappeared, replaced by doubts about what Wen Qinghan said. He opened his eyes sorely that he reacted, blinked, and asked, "Why is this?"

Wen Qinghan opened the title page of the book and watched the setting sun cast a beam of light on the book. Her state of mind was calm. "Because he was afraid, everyone thought his encounter was not a bad thing, even if a few people felt it shouldn't be. It didn’t help to do that. Because the student’s parents had no opinion, it gradually evolved into this way."

The boy sniffed, reached out and grabbed an iron rod of the iron fence. Wen Qinghan's words were like small nails, at first he couldn't notice its sharpness at all, until all the nails were in place at once, and the pain changed from small to unignorable severe pain.

"Sometimes we really want to do something for the people we care about, hoping that we can do our little work. However, once we have no such ability or even no way to do such things, we will be sad. , The initial motivation turned into anger, and the original intention was disrupted.

At this time, it was a good idea, but it turned into a hurt. For example, the teacher I mentioned earlier, he thinks for the sake of his students, but such behavior is violent. He is all wrong for love and law. "

Wen Qinghan closed the book and turned to look at the boy. His deep eyes were like a quiet and boundless sea, and turbulent stormy waves were hidden under the surface calm. Just like the feeling that Wen Qinghan gave him at this moment, it was like a deep ocean waiting for the time. When the time came, the huge waves would swallow everything in front of him like a huge sky.

She opened her lips slightly, and her voice was low and pleasant: "For example, your father."

Wen Qinghan was ready to fail again. She looked at the boy and waited for him to explode like yesterday, but the boy still didn't. He still couldn't believe it, but he didn't refute it like yesterday. Perhaps what he couldn't believe was Wen Qinghan's precise narration.

The boy lowered his head and sobbed lowly: "I shouldn't disobey my mother, but I really don't like my father now. He beat his mother again last night. I want him to stop, but he even went with me. hit…"

Wen Qinghan hesitated for a while, but chose to reach out and touch the child's head. The hand she stretched out was still the right hand that was smashed on the iron fence yesterday, and the back of her hand had a faint purple color, which was especially obvious on the back of her white hand.

The boy pulled down her hand to check, and apologized to her with sobbing as he watched: "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have treated you like that yesterday."

Wen Qinghan raised the corner of his mouth, "It's okay."

She retracted her hand and wanted to take the book back and put it away, when she suddenly heard the boy asking outside the door: "Sister, you can help me, right?"

He began to have an inexplicable trust in Wen Qinghan, and the current situation seemed to have reversed. Originally Wen Qinghan was weak in this locked room, but the boy with the key was strong. As long as he asked her to close the door, she couldn't hear or see anything, but he accidentally let Wen Qinghan talk to her heart.

Wen Qinghan put the book back on the shelf and turned around to watch the boy before the shelf. Even though she was recording a show now, she still had to say the true answer: "I may not be able to help you, just like me and The story you told is the same."

The prerequisite for the lawyer to accept the appointment is that the client has this willingness, and she can help. However, according to the boy, because of his father's poor condition, his mother repeatedly forgave her, which fundamentally cut off the possibility of her being able to help.

"No, you told me so much, you must know how to help me!" The boy stood up, leaning on the iron fence with both hands, there was a lingering sound in the room after the childish voice fell.

Wen Qinghan looked at his expression, even though she had faced many major cases, she couldn't help but feel a trace of pity. Adults are more or less self-controlling than children, and they can't let go of their emotions. In children, their emotions will be multiplied, such as joy, and the boy's powerlessness and sorrow at this moment.

"Sorry, I can't help you."

Wen Qinghan, who was already bearish on the win or loss of this test, didn't want to rely on this sudden advantage at all. She walked to the bed and sat down, not knowing whether the cameraman was still working at this time. She sighed, and her thoughts had drifted to the county town she was going to visit in two days.

The child's movement was so loud, it naturally alarmed Shi Qingqiu next door. Shi Qingqiu opened the door and saw that the cameraman was carrying the machine and aiming at the next door. She frowned. Because Wen Qinghan was silent, she decided to wait and see what happened.

The boy is talking in a fierce mood, where can he notice the Qingqiu? Besides, he now feels that the only person who can help him is Wen Qinghan. He shook the iron fence door, and when he subconsciously wanted to get in, he remembered that Wen Qinghan was still locked, and even if he wanted to help, he couldn't help himself.

"Can you help me when you come out? Then I will let you out! I will open the door for you!"

Shi Qingqiu leaned against the door with interest. She didn't open the door when the child was there, and she didn't even know what happened. But now it seems that Wen Qinghan seems to have grasped the initiative in his hands, and the child who clearly holds the key has become a passive state.

She thought that Wen Qinghan would respond, but she didn't expect that Wen Qinghan's voice came from afar when he took out the key, and it was still flat: "I didn't mean that. Even if I go out, it may not help you. You No need to…"

"I do not believe!"

With a firm expression on the child's face, he lowered his head again and searched in his keychain, and finally picked out a silver-white key. With a "click", the iron fence door in front of Wen Qinghan opened in response.

In addition to the cameraman’s shooting of the situation in each room, the crew also paid close attention to the situation. The host was notified just now when there was a situation. As soon as the door lock was unlocked, the host smiled and stepped forward. A staff member went up to take the child away. Before he left, he looked back at Wen Qinghan who came out three steps, his eyes were full of the stubborn trust just now.

"Congratulations to the Qingqiu team, Qingqiu and Lawyer Wen were released after serving their sentence!" The host walked over, opened his palm, and lay a key in it, that was Shi Qingqiu's key.

Wen Qinghan temporarily put aside his thoughts about the child, took the key from the host and walked to Shi Qingqiu's side. As the door opened, Shi Qingqiu and her were finally able to see each other without any barriers. They hadn't seen each other in just two days, and there seemed to be a kind of faint emotion flowing.

When Shi Qingqiu talked to her in the past two days, she could still imagine her expression, but seeing her at this moment, her facial features seemed to be clearer in front of her own eyes. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her cold expression like this, were clearer than any day before this.

"Qingqiu, I've been waiting for a long time." Wen Qinghan stretched out his hand, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

This smile cut through the cold breath that enveloped her, like a new touch of green in the early spring, sending away the cold winter of Lin Ren.

"Soon, I think there will be enough time left for us to do it again." Shi Qingqiu handed Wen Qinghan his hand, and stepped out to stand beside Wen Qinghan to face the camera, the two hands clasped tightly.

"Congratulations, you are the first group to successfully let the guards open the door." The host announced excitedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the announcement of the first place in the Shi Qingqiu group sounded, echoing in this empty campus.

Wen Qinghan asked, "Did the child be sent away just now?"

The host said: "Not yet, although he hasn't been able to stick to the end, there is still a reward."

Wen Qinghan nodded and asked, "Can I meet him? In addition, I need my luggage and mobile phone. I need to use it."

The host clapped his hands vigorously, his eyes flashed away, and he laughed and said, "Of course it’s okay. You have already come out, so you won’t be in the game. Change your clothes later, and I will get you another dormitory. See you there."