For The Rest of Our Life

If at home, Lin Xian had nothing to do after breakfast, he would probably turn on the computer and take advantage of Xu Chengjun’s Spring Festival at home. But after coming to Xiao Yunqing's house, she finished her meal by herself and sat in an empty living room. She thought of what Xiao Xiaoqing informed her yesterday. She was a little daunted and had no interest in playing.

If Aunt Xiao is very busy next, they can’t have leisure time in the dining room or quiet evening time like they did last year. Then, how can she get close to Aunt Xiao?

In the end, it was the first time he liked a person like this, or the first time he pursued a person with such painstaking efforts, and even tempted a person, Lin Xian was a little confused. Xu Xuzhi... How far has it been? Can this be the case, continue? When should she launch a thorough attack?

She frowned, her face dignified, as if thinking about a major issue of life and death.

However, the timing seems wrong now? Not to mention that Aunt Xiao now has some good feelings for her, even if she has a goodwill beyond ordinary friendship, she said that Aunt Xiao is now too busy with work, she is rushing up now, right? Is it untimely to make her more upset and unwilling to accept it?

Lin Xian turned over his phone, opened the screen, opened the calendar, and looked at the marked day of June, Xiao Wanqing's birthday. She pursed her lips, locked the screen, leaned her head against the back of the sofa, and secretly consoled herself: wait any longer. In March, April, May, and three months, let Aunt Xiao take a breath first, and be busy with this time.

She opened her eyes, her eyes fell on the TV in front of the living room, and then slowly moved down to see the floor in front of the TV cabinet. Unexpectedly, there were some obvious footprints on the smooth ground.

I don’t know if it was. During the Spring Festival, when a colleague and friend came to visit Aunt Xiao, Aunt Xiao simply swept the floor and had not officially cleaned it yet?

Lin Xian suddenly jumped from the sofa and cheered up. She took off some of her long coats, and ran into the utility room beside the bathroom. She took the rag, bucket, broom, and mop, received the water, and returned to the living room. She began to do the cleaning.

She squatted in front of the coffee table, her white and delicate fingers that had never touched the sun's spring water stretched into the plastic bucket, took out the rag, wringed it out, and wiped the glass of the coffee table carefully with her head down. Her thin lips were gently raised, and she was clearly working hard, but she was beautiful and full of motivation.

For the time being, she seemed to have found a new position and task for herself.

She told herself: Lin Xian, although you can't help Aunt Xiao's work, you can be a solid backing behind Aunt Xiao's back so that she can have a home where she can rest and relax after working hard.

By the time she had scrubbed the whole house seriously, it was too much in the afternoon when she was so tired that she could not straighten her waist. She stretched her waist and moved her neck, obeyed Xiao Xiaoqing's instructions obediently, went to the kitchen to heat up her meals, ate a meal alone, then washed the dishes and returned to her room for a lunch break.

I don’t know if it’s because of the things in my heart, Lin Xian didn’t sleep well, but she woke up asleep for half an hour. She looked at the alarm clock at the head of the bed and felt that it was still early. She wanted to close her eyes and squint for a while, but she couldn't fall asleep, so she simply got up and dressed and went to the kitchen.

At lunch, she thought about it. Just a few days ago, she hadn't started class yet. Aunt Xiao was busy with work, and she could prepare dinner. In this way, Aunt Xiao will be able to eat delicious hot food after work. She thought that Xiao Wanqing saw a happy smile that might bloom on her gentle face after seeing dinner, and she was as satisfied as smearing honey in her heart.

Of course, it was her imagination... Although she used to learn to cook with her mother during the winter vacation, she sometimes made simple dishes such as tomato scrambled eggs when Xiao Wanqing was inconvenient, but the hands-on experience was still too little. She is not very sure that other dishes she makes will be delicious.

Let's try it first. If you can still import it, then tell Aunt Xiao. If it's too unpalatable, she shouldn't embarrass Aunt Xiao. She dumps it secretly and goes to the supermarket to re-add ingredients.

She **** her hair, took the apron of Xiao Xuqing's weekdays, pulled up her sleeves, and had a pretty posture. She took the meat from the refrigerator and placed it on the chopping board. She was going to do a vacation. Her, smooth pork with a lower difficulty factor.

However, leaving the school is not good.

She was still unfamiliar after all, and the meat was taken out of the refrigerator, so cold that her hands gradually lost consciousness. As soon as the meat was cut, she cut her forefinger together. Blood suddenly poured out, and the entire chopping board was dripping to the ground.

Lin Xian was caught off guard, squeezed his fingers, and hissed softly.

She apparently slipped in school before, and she would always want to ask for comfort, but today, she just looked at the blood stains and slices of meat on the chopping board, frowned, and put her hand under the faucet for washing, and sighed leisurely.

Lin Xian, you are so clumsy, how can you take care of Aunt Xiao?

She turned out of the kitchen, turned medical alcohol out of the medicine cabinet, detoxified her fingers neatly, put a band-aid on it, and returned to her battlefield again.

This time, she tilted her injured index finger a bit more awkwardly, but also a bit more cautiously. After cutting a few more pieces of meat, she slowly found the feeling, and she got a little comfortable.

Thirty minutes later, the slippery meat slice soup came out of the pot, Lin Xian tried the taste, and was immediately delighted! Lin Xiaoxian, you can still!

She poured the soup into the pressure cooker to keep warm, and then, confidently, began to prepare the second dish, fried meat with mushrooms.

When the hour hand was pointing at 4:30, she checked the Internet. The two of them roughly cooked rice and water.

On the stove, there are already two dishes that look pretty good. Lin Xian felt that it was almost time, washed his hands, bent his eyebrows, and sent a text message to Xiao Wanqing with a breeze: "Aunt Xiao, I'm ready for dinner. You don't need to worry. Don't worry if you are busy. Be careful while driving."

Xiao Yuanqing was sitting at the desk, holding the mouse in one hand and resting it on the keyboard in the other. His eyes fell on the computer screen. His eyes were blurred and out of focus.

This year, the magazine did not have any new plans to open up new markets, as she told Lin Xian. She is still the lucky one who can get off work at nine to five on time.

Now, it's almost time to get off work... She couldn't help but start to worry.

When cooking in the evening, if Lin Xian had been with her as usual, and occasionally hugged her intimately, how should she refuse the intimate contact that would make her heart beat abnormally? When eating dinner, if Lin Xian talked to her as usual, how should she ignore the girl's exciting bright face and let herself feel calm?

When he was struggling to find a perfect answer, the mobile phone placed on the desktop vibrated twice, and a text message came in, calling Xiao Wanqing's wandering spirit.

Lin Xian said that she had prepared the dinner herself, and it had fallen.

Xiao Wanqing was inexplicably relieved.

All day long, she was restless when she thought of Lin Xian. At the meeting in the morning, she seldom distracted herself, thinking of forgetting to tell Lin Xian that the pressure cooker had to wait for the gas to open. She grabbed her cell phone eagerly and wanted to send a text message, causing all her colleagues to look at her with coercion. Cast their sights.

Refusing to think about Lin Xian's related matters and downplaying Lin Xian's influence on her is temporarily difficult for her. Xiao Wanqing's desire to escape was too great, overwhelming her expectation for Lin Xian to cook. She gradually folded her hands and clenched her fists, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she put her index finger on the phone keyboard and replied to Lin Xian: "Envy is awesome, then I can rest assured. Envy, I have entertainment temporarily at night , I won’t go back to dinner, and I might get home later. If you get sleepy after taking a bath, go to bed early. You don’t have to wait for me, just leave me a door.

She rubbed her eyebrows and put the phone down with relief, but in her heart, it was full of bitterness. She has always been an open-hearted person, but did not expect that one day, she would have to be forced to lie to a child.

She didn’t know that Lin Xian at home stood in front of the chopping board. After receiving the reply, she lipped her lips, looked at the words on the screen for a long time, and looked at the green pepper on the chopping board. The bitterness in her heart was even worse. .

After a while, the girl still raised her lips and responded to Xiao Wanqing: "Okay, Aunt Xiao. If you drink, remember to eat something to pad your stomach. Don't drive by yourself when you come back. Remember to find a driver."

After receiving Xiao Wanqing's brief response to her, "Ok", Lin Xian put the phone back in her pocket.

She distractedly collected the green peppers and put them back in the refrigerator, not making the third course she intended to make. She turned around and looked at the two dishes already fried, and the soup in the pressure cooker. She suddenly dangled her head, and her heart was sour, full of grievances and losses.

She thought sadly in her heart, it turned out that the so-called empty joy is such a taste.

Still holding a trace of anticipation until 6:30, Xiao Wanqing did not return home. Lin Xian got up from the darkness, turned on the light of the restaurant, and brought out the meals. Alone, with the bleak night, eating alone the meals he had prepared carefully. Light and shadow hit her heavily, falling, and a cloud of shadow shrouded the dinner in front of Lin Xian under the bleak darkness.

Food is not known.

Lin Xian once again opened the text message sent to her by Xiao Wanqing, and looked back one by one, as if it was more delicious than food. She swallowed her last bite hard, thinking: Maybe, she should go to learn to drive. In this way, if Aunt Xiao entertains late, she can pick her up from get off work.

If there is no opportunity, we must create it.

Xiao Yuanqing can't go home after get off work, and doesn't want to eat. With an empty stomach, she ran aimlessly on the Third Ring Road for two hours. Finally, the car ran out of gas, and then went down the Third Ring Road blankly, refueled, and turned to Wen Tong's house.

Wen Tong had already gone to Nagasawa City and gave her the key. If she was free, she came to help her water the meat and run the sports car. She stood on the balcony of Wen Tong’s house, and turned on a dim light. With this little light, she was bored and dialed the thorn of the fairy ball on the balcony, and began to count the thorns intently: one, two , Three, four... fifty, fifty...

Counting, the heart will be inexplicably chaotic, and the count will be chaotic...

One count is more than two hours. But in the end, she did not count how many thorns there were in this fairy ball.

Because even the fairy ball, after watching it for a long time, seems to have a face of Lin Xian.

Xiao Yuanqing bit her lip, and she lost her hand, reaching out to touch the head of the fairy ball. At the next moment, a sharp tingling pain slipped across her five fingers, across her heart.

She spread her hands and looked at the black thorn piercing her fingertips.

Really like Lin Xian...

Lin Xian did the same. After she approached, the overbearing force plunged into her heart with pain.

She reached out and slowly pulled out the black thorn, to console herself, just pull it out like this. Enough.

But after pulling out the thorn on the fingertip, the red dots left with the remaining pain, but counterproductive, long lasting.

Trance, the pain was even worse.