For The Rest of Our Life

After leaving Anjiang City, Xiao Wanqing had never felt the stability of being able to sleep until dawn once in addition to taking sleeping pills. This night, the cold wind screamed outside the window. She snuggled beside Lin Xian and embraced the girl's warm body. The tip of her nose lingered around the girl's reassuring breath. She had a long sleep and a good night's sleep.

After entering the winter, the sky was getting late and the morning light was faint, Xiao Wanqing followed the usual biological clock and woke up before the alarm sounded. Just like the habits in these years, she didn't open her eyes after she woke up, she felt instinctively frustrated, the sky was bright again, but it was only bright...

However, in the next second, if there was another person's breathlessness and the true softness and heat that touched under her arm, which sounded in the quiet air, she was completely awake in an instant.

No, it's not right, it's different. Envy came to her. It's different from the countless beautiful dreams I have done in recent years. This time it seems not a dream, but a real existence.

Xiao Yunqing's heart beat suddenly and suddenly, biting his lips and closing his eyes, he was suddenly panicked. She was afraid that after opening her eyes, she once again fell from her dream, and her goal was nothing but the boundless darkness of her alone.

A soft fingertip fell between her eyebrows, stroking gently along her eyebrows, and then, an arm gently hugged her, patting her back gently, with fear In the awakening dream, the voice that was deliberately pressed down so softly soothed her: "Panpan don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm envious..."

Her girl’s voice was much deeper than before, and the girl’s crispness faded away, as if with the thickness of the past experience, confirming that the years have really separated them; but the years have not really separated them, Xiao Yunqing remembered Now, I believe, this is not a dream. Her girl came to her side, and her girl was coaxing her, as before, considerate and gentle.

Xiao Yunqing's heart was moist and his nose was heavy. She opened her eyes, and through the hazy sky, she slammed into Lin Xian's smiling and tender eyes. The corners of her lips could not help bringing the upward curvature, but her eyes had a faint light.

"Did I wake you up?" Lin Xian asked in a low voice, pulling La Xiaowanqing's shoulders over her shoulders with a bulge over her hands.

Xiao Yunqing stretched out his arms to embrace Lin Xian's waist, and looked sideways at the girl for a moment, warmly, and smiled slightly: "No, it's my time to wake up."

The girl approached her and leaned on the same pillow as her, staring at Xiao Wanqing. The smile in her eyes deepened. Suddenly she moved, and buried her head in Xiao Wanqing's neck, rubbing her cheeks gently. Laughing, like a little fool.

A light laughter was sprayed on Xiao Wanqing's neck with a warm breath, making her heart tickle and soft.

Envy grew up, mature and calm, but also the envy that would smirk at her.

She hugged Lin Xian's waist tightly and rubbed the girl's hair gently with her jaw, softly jokingly: "What a laugh, fool."

Lin Xian raised her head, kissed her lower jaw softly, pulled back some of her body, and closed her eyes with happiness and said with emotion: "I laugh, this is not a dream."

Xiao Wanqing felt sour in his heart.

Lin Xian raised his hand, rubbed his fingertips over Xiao Wanqing’s earlobe, cheeks, jaws, and his bright eyes dimmed, whispering, "I didn’t dare to sleep last night. I was afraid that I would wake up after falling asleep and find out Another dream, an empty space." In the discourse, Xiao Suoran, who is beyond the age, contrasted sharply with the innocence when he was smirking. The tears in Xiao Yunqing's eyes burst out.

Lin Xian raised his hand distressedly to help Xiao Yunqing wipe his tears, quickly changed the tone and pretended to easily tease Xiao Yunqing: "I was wrong, I hope Pan Xiao crying bag, you cry Lin Xiaoxian will be uncomfortable, for Lin Xiaoxian thinking, in the future Only cry when happy, okay, like you hugged me last night..."

The girl’s ambiguous words were not finished yet, and was suddenly interrupted eagerly by Xiao Wanqing: “Envy, what’s the matter?!”

The woman lifted her hands and grabbed her wrists, which helped wipe the tears. With the fading morning light, her eyes stared in shock and shock at the two old scars on her arm that were obviously different in color from the side.

Lin Xian bit her lip, and under the persistent and solemn look of Xiao Yunqing, she chose to confess and briefly summarized: "I couldn't find you at that time, so I had no choice but to want to coerce my mother to tell you where you are, so I use a knife to symbolize I gently stroked twice to show the threat. The wound was very shallow, only my scar constitution, so I still have a scar."

Things were too loud in the past, and Xiao Panpan would sooner or later know that instead of waiting for others to expand the incident, let her tell Xiao Panpan herself.

She didn't want her guilt to hope.

Lin Xian said lightly, but Xiao Wanqing still heard the thrill of it. When she didn't accept her at first, Envy could choose such a method that ignored her body and let her go back to see her. A person of her temperament really has no choice but to force Zhou Qin. How could it be that she just made a two-way symbolic speech. Moreover, after more than five years, the scars are still so deep and obvious, which shows how deep the injury should be.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable in her chest, her throat tightened tightly, and her self-blame and distress overwhelmed her heart. Holding Lin Xian's forearm, she kissed her scar with pain, as if she wanted to heal the girl's previous pain, while pressing down on her guilt, she withdrew her hand on Lin Xian's waist and gently stroked her ribs. The scar between them asked her with a choked voice: "What about the injury here? What's going on? Don't stop me anymore."

Although knowing that it wasn't asked last night, Xiao Wanqing would definitely ask afterwards. Lin Xian was still helpless. She smiled, and said lightly: "I was at the end of last year. I accidentally rear-ended on the highway and broke two ribs, but the treatment was timely, and there was nothing serious about it."

Xiao Yunqing heard the whole person froze, and he was afraid and frightened after he could not stop. She wanted to hold Lin Xian tightly to appease the sudden anxiety in her heart, and even wanted to blame her abnormally for failing to take care of herself so carelessly. Xian answered frankly: "This is my punishment for not protecting you well, and it is also the medal I love you."

A terrible association emerged in Xiao Wanqing's mind. She couldn't help but clenched her fists and asked Lin Xian with a trembling voice: "Are you on the way to find me?"

Lin Xian's smile froze for a moment, and he didn't respond for a while. Should he answer truthfully.

But Xiao Yunqing knew Lin Xian too well, but only this momentary stagnation, she knew the answer in her heart.

"Sorry, sorry for envy..." Xiao Wanqing completely collapsed. Forgetting the cold, she got up and lifted the quilt, carefully observing the fierce wound on the girl's flawless body, rubbing it gently with her fingertips, leaning over and kissing softly, tears dripping and dripping. Yu Linxian's waist and abdomen.

This is not her original intention. She thought her leaving was the best choice for Lin Xian; she thought that, with the care and care of her parents, Lin Xian would always be able to walk out of her grief slowly and slowly; she thought that after a long time, Lin Xian Envy grows up, and will always be like the young people of most people, forget the short first love of failure, and enter a new life, toward a new feeling.

All in all, she thought...

Even, at that time, she really had no better choice. But after all, she was sorry for Lin Xian's deep affection, after all, she was distrustful of Lin Xian. In the end, she let Lin Xian experience the joys and sorrows of life prematurely because of her, and suffered the pain and despair that she should not have suffered, so that she lost the innocent and unrestrained posture that she should have always had.

But since the reunion until now, Lin Xian, no blame and grievance for her.

Lin Xian even blamed himself: "Xiao Panpan, don't say sorry. Actually, it's my own reason to get to the bottom. If it weren't for me being too weak and incompetent, I wouldn't be able to protect you except love but nothing. Later on these things. If I really want to say sorry, I also have ten thousand sentences to say to you, sorry for my incompetence, sorry for my mother’s rudeness, sorry for your wandering all these years, sorry for many, many...Comparable Sorry for ten thousand sentences, I would like to say ten thousand sentences I love you."

She leaned on the bedding with one hand, propped herself up halfway, looked at Xiao Wanqing leaning over her waist, reached up to support her cheek, and said softly: "The past is over, let's not delve into the right or wrong. Is it right or wrong? If you really can’t let go of it, then let us owe each other, compensate each other, and then entangle in the end, okay?

Xiao Wanqing raised his head, tears hung on his long eyelashes, and looked at her gently.

Envious, she really grew up and grew up so sensible that it hurt her.

She bit her lip and sucked her nose, her eyes filled with water-like tenderness, and tearful eyes promised her: "Lin Xian, I will pay you the rest of my life."

The girl smiled at once. Her dark eyes blinked, and she suddenly lay down, pointing to her naked body exposed to the air, and said pitifully: "Aunt Xiao, I'm cold..."

Xiao Wanqing lost her smile, pulled the quilt lovingly to get up and lay back, but before she was completely dumped, she was surrounded by her hands with her hands and fell on her chest: "Not only to pay me the rest of my life, but also to accompany me for the rest of my life , Hurt me, love me." The girl demanded with domineering arrogance.

Xiao Yunqing looked up at her gently, the girl's eyes flowed through all kinds of tenderness, and whispered: "Xiao Panpan, listen, my heartbeat."

I didn't hear the heartbeat. Xiao Yuanqing's alarm clock on the bedside table rang, but it suddenly came as a surprise. Xiao Yunqing shook involuntarily. His pointed chin accidentally poked into Lin Xian's chest bone, which hurt Lin Xian. Take a breath.

Xiao Yunqing got up in a panic, rubbing Lin Xian's chest, and saw Lin Xian's complexion calmed down before distracting from the noisy alarm clock. Looking back, they still wanted to say something to Lin Xian. The two looked at each other, seeing the light and the confused each other, inexplicably as if they had been poked into a nerve, and they couldn't stop laughing.

"If you go to bed again, I will prepare breakfast, I will take the exam in the morning, and I should be late too late." Xiao Xiaoqing finally got up and got up, tucked Lin Xian into the corner and told him.

Lin Xian refused, and also sat up: "I'll go, you will go to sleep again, you haven't slept with me last night."

Xiao Yunqing heard the words, as if thinking of his own wave last night, his white cheeks were flushed with blush, and his small ears were flushed. But she still calmly said: "I'm okay, but you didn't sleep last night, let's make up in the morning."

Lin Xianai was so embarrassed and so calm that she pulled on the gown of her nightgown and deliberately teased her: "Oh? My hope is so good, then we can play tonight later La."

"Lin Xian!" Xiao Yunqing's ears were red and bleeding, and he pulled back his tie in shame. Lin Xian gave a shy look and turned out of the bedroom.

Lin Xian's heart was full of joy, and he happily rolled on the bed childishly, and then climbed up bonelessly, and brought Xiao Xiaoqing's nightgown from Xiao Wanqing's closet, which was not like a person who had not slept all night. With a dash of fart, the fart rushed into the kitchen like a koala, and hugged Xiao Wanqing from behind.

"Xiao Panpan, good morning."

After almost six years, she finally waited for the opportunity to greet in this way, waiting for such a bland and nostalgic time.

The golden morning light spilled over the neat kitchen, shrouded in two hugging long silhouettes, and facing the rising sun, Lin Xian's tone was light.