Chapter 160:

On a starry night in September, in a private holiday villa purchased by Jinglan in the far suburbs of Nagasawa, next to the swimming pool, Shi Jinglan wore light silk pajamas and long legs overlapped, sitting gracefully on a recliner. She hung up the phone, shook the goblet in her hand, and she thoughtfully laid it on the side table.
Wen Tong was tired, took off his hat, grabbed the escalator, and got his wet hair up from the swimming pool. She is tall and tall, with narrow waist and long legs. Because of the perennial fitness and shaping, the body's muscle contours are just right.
Wen Tong's work ability is obvious to all. Under her leadership, Shi Xing quickly and steadily divided a large piece of cake in the new media market. This year, because of market expansion and strategic expansion, Wen Tong has moved to Nagasawa City and has been stationed here in recent months. Shi Jinglan has also been tossing around various wine tables and golf courses all over the place, and has no time to stand alone. Therefore, they have not met in nearly two months.
Shi Jinglan stared at Wen Tongjiao's body for a moment, his eyes complex and obscure.
As a boss, she appreciates Wen Tong's attitude towards work, and as a lover, she is a little bit angry. If Shiman returned to China and took over a part of her business, she was able to steal a half-day of her life, and came to Nagasawa on holiday to meet Wen Tong and Wen Tong. Won't she take the initiative to go back to her?
When Wen Tong noticed, Jinglan stared at his eyes, looked at most of his bare skin, and hooked his lips. He raised his eyebrows at the time.
Shi Jinglan and her gaze converged, calmly removed her gaze, and casually threw the bath towel on the side of the lounge chair to Wen Tong.
Wen Tong stretched his hand to catch it and chuckled. He sat on the recliner across a round table with Shi Jinglan and wiped the water traces on his body with his head hanging down.
"I just received the phone call, and I started to help Lin Xian to find Xiao Wanqing." Shi Jinglan calmly informed Wen Tongdao.
Wen Tong's wiping action paused. When he looked at him sideways, he gave a stunned look, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and said softly: "Let Man Man help me, Lin Xian, Xiao is worth it."
Shi Jinglan was slightly surprised: "You didn't think so before."
When Xiao Wanqing had just left, Lin Xian couldn't reach Shiman. He had also taken the liberty to look for her under desperate circumstances and begged her if she could help her find Xiao Wanqing. She said that she will definitely remember this great grace and will repay her in the future.
Shi Jinglan looked at Shi Man and Wen Tong's face, a little moved, but he didn't really trace it to the end, and he didn't die. Because she turned around and asked Wen Tong, Wen Tong was silent for a long time, and told her, forget it, she respected Xiao Wanqing's decision, and if she didn't think about it, she wouldn't go away. Even if it is found, what can be changed? Lin Xian cannot grow up, cannot be independent, and cannot persuade his parents. Xiao Wanqing will never get real peace of mind and happiness. What's more, under the protection of Xiao Wanqing, Lin Xian can never be truly independent, grow up, and truly break away from his parents. Found it, but tortured each other again.
"Two days ago, Lin Xian's mother, Zhou Qin, called me. She asked me if there was any news about Xiao in the past few years, and asked if I could help Lin Xian and find Xiao together." Wen Tong Put down the bath towel and explain lightly.
Those who opposed the resistance that year had to give in now, and Lin Xian's firmness and affection displayed here can be imagined.
"In the past few years, Lin Xian’s efforts and perseverance, I have seen it in my eyes, and I have also secretly helped her find it together. I believe the love she said is true, not a game for young people. Xiao, this time there is no The wrong person."
Lin Xian used her firm perseverance to get her parents' compromise and recognition, and also her respect and recognition.
She looked at the past few years and did not know where she was or how she had been. The tenderness seemed to be like the wind and weak willow, and she was as strong as Ling Dongzheng's best friend.
Shi Jinglan saw that Wen Tong was obviously thinking of Xiao Wanqing, so he was stunned and frowned, and his red lips gradually tightened.
After a long life, she has long passed the need of the mountain alliance pledge, and the time for the love is long, but Wen Tong, in the end, it is a bit too breeze, it is a good time.
For five years, they were like lovers. After work, they had dinner, vacation, bed, and even met their parents. However, no one had clarified their feelings for each other, nor had they determined their relationship. In addition to the first one or two years, Wen Tong can see that she has obvious tenderness and attachment to her. Later, she became even more humble and indifferent. At first, Shi Jinglan felt that enjoying such an unrestrained relationship gradually became sinking and realized that he wanted stability, then he became secretly tolerant.
Whoever loses his heart first will lose. From the beginning, the initiative was in her hand, and it seemed to have passed to Wen Tong unconsciously.
When Shi Jinglan couldn't let go, he took the initiative to break through the relationship, sinking in breath, and began to hint. She thought Wen Tong cared about her outside criticism, put away her early business for business, and acted indifferently to the scandals of the sky. She became a well-known person in the circle, not close to men and women. But Wen Tong was still indifferent and did not express any inquiries about her turning around outside except for a joke in bed.
Shi Jinglan's incomprehensible Wen Tong's mind became more and more capable and calm, a little annoyed and a little itchy.
She lifted the thin blanket over her body, got up and stepped barefoot on the cobblestone floor, climbed on the reclining chair that Wen Tong leaned on, knelt beside her long legs on one leg, and leaned down like a pond The quiet eyes stared at Wen Tong quietly and asked her coldly, "What are you thinking?"
Wen Tong returned to his eyes, staring at the woman who had always been used to covering herself up, stretched her arms around her waist, and led her towards herself, a sly smile flashed under her eyes.
When she kissed her softly, her ears were shocked and she smiled softly and asked her, "What do you want to know?"
For those who have everything at their fingertips, what is not available is the best; for those who have a strong desire to control, the most lasting is the passion. This is what she has learned over the years in the emotional confrontation with you when you come and go.
"I'm asking this question for your target fans of many nymphomaniacs. The author is so big, are you short of targets?" The dignified and beautiful hostess smiled and teased the young woman with a successful career and a talent in front of her.
For a moment of silence, Lin Xian's tight lips gradually loosened, raising her hand over the neckline, stroking her chest through the shirt, touching the warm white jade that was already familiar with her part of the body. Tao: "May be disappointing everyone."
She looked at the camera like she was looking at it through the camera, her eyes deep and tender and sad: "Speaking of that, if she can see this show, I want to tell her that my heart has never changed , I miss her very much..." At the end of the speech, I always calmly calmed the tone, and actually choked a bit.
The night breeze at the end of October blew in through the open window, with the coolness of late autumn. The thin woman with long thin hair and lean curled up leaning on the bed seemed to feel cold and could not help but hug the plush teddy in her arms. She stared at the extraordinary the screen, her tender and watery eyes filled with indelible affection and melancholy.
This is a small county town with a slow pace of life under Yiping. It is close to the section of the river bank that night that Xiao Wanqing and Lin Xian delivered to the body and mind that year.
After leaving Anjiang for a long time, Xiao Wanqing lost his soul and was helpless. She was full of care and concern for Lin Xian and despair and boredom for the long life in the future. Like being banished from destiny again, although the world is big, she has nowhere to go and nowhere to go.
She thought she was writing from the media and taking care of the travel journal. She took all the good memories that Lin Xian gave to her and dragged the little Teddy in the suitcase that they had embraced tightly. Xiao Suo walked through many unfamiliar cities she and Lin Xian had longed for, trying to fill the huge hole in her heart called emptiness.
The more roads she can take, the more people she meets, and the more lively the surrounding environment is, the more lonely, the more worried, the more she understands that the thought of Lin Xian is a hidden disease that she can't heal in the bone marrow.
In November of the first year, Lin Xian's birthday, the winter is approaching, Xiao Wanqing was hiding in a small town hotel in the extreme north to write a manuscript, looking out the window and the snow fell all night.
Xian Xian said, want to see the first snow in life with her.
She closed her eyes at the desk and remembered the past calendar. The girl's laughter was still by her ears. When she opened her eyes, she could see only the deep and sad night and desolation.
In the cold winter, she finally couldn't bear to fall ill. She stayed in the bed for half a month. She had a high fever intermittently and watched the snow fall from window to window.
For many nights, she burned so stupidly that she couldn't sleep with a cough, unable to get up and boil water to stop coughing, she was paralyzed in a small bed in a foreign country, and asked herself negatively and tiredly. Does it make sense to live like this? Don't want to struggle anymore, so tired to live.
But she looked sideways at the bedside photo. Lin envyed her own love and compassion, holding her little Teddy's soft and soft body in her arms. She was still reluctant or greedy.
In her lifetime, she still wanted to see Lin Xian again. Even if it's just a far side—
After the Lin family forgave her, or after Lin Xian forgot her.
If one day she was going to die, she could not return to her hometown, and she was buried in her hometown, where could her soul rest?
The disease finally got better slowly, she took her sick body, ended her wandering, came here, and came to this place, except for Anjiang City, where she and Lin Xian had the most happy and carefree memories.
If there is a day when she can't hold on, she wants to be buried in the gentle township that Lin Xian once gave.
In 2014, Xiao Wanqing finally waited for the first novel published by Lin Xian online. Her long-dead heart finally resurrected little by little in the text of her lover, after regaining Lin Xian's news.
With a keen market instinct and rich book marketing experience in the past, she secretly helped Lin Xian to strategically buy the trusty and obscure marketing she had worked with in the past, and personally worked out recommendation strategies and manuscripts for different platforms. Coupled with Wen Tong's icing on the cake, Lin Xian had strength, but lacked fame, and had no audience contact channel. Lin Xian, as she expected, became a god.
Xiao Wanqing seemed to be a ship drifting away in the sea and drifting in the wind. After having a channel that looked far away from Lin Xian, he recovered his sailing direction.
Lin Xian is growing up, she can't accompany her by her side, but she still wants to be the backing of her peace of mind, she wants to help her as much as she can, shelter her from the wind, her, and let her go smoothly , Go further.
She regained her enthusiasm, and after hiding on the Internet, she picked up the blueprint that had been planned with Wen Tong. With her excellent writing ability and accurate market vision as capital, she began to operate her own self-owned platform with the public number as the first platform. media. She is a person who knows her time is limited and her energy is limited, so she seeks quality without quantity. In addition to writing her own articles, she receives high-quality submissions for remuneration, accumulates audiences steadily, and after several explosive social commentaries, the public number gradually goes on track , She also slowly entered a small circle of some media people.
She has no great ambitions, only hope that one day after Lin Xian stands taller, if someone needs to speak for her and someone builds momentum for her, she can stand up and speak, even though her voice may be weak.
In 2017, an old neighbor who had been familiar with the door knocked Xiao Wanqing's door and asked if she had time to help a class in high school Chinese. In the middle of the semester, the school will not be able to recruit a substitute teacher in the first half of the semester. The other party has taken care of her since she moved here and accidentally looked after the little grandson who slipped back from get out of class early and didn't bring the key.
The public account now excludes her, and there are other personnel in daily operations. Her workload is not large, mainly reviewing and writing manuscripts. I don't know if it's too far away from the crowd, and her writing has some bottlenecks. Xiao Wanqing thought twice and responded to this request.
Day after day, year after year, she always watched Lin Xian from afar, obtaining limited news related to Lin Xian, watching her grow up little by little, moving towards the heights, and flying to the sky. After the pain and heartbreak that had no Lin Xian news at the time of the initial separation, I had been following her for a long time, and my work was busy. Xiao Yunqing found that life began to be not sad, but unhappy.
Like a unilateral long-term relationship, Lin Xian has always been her lover, but she hasn't met her for a long time.
She just, often dreamed of her late at night, waking up from the dream reluctantly, she would find that the pillow was wet again.
Lin Xian said that her heart has never changed.
Xiao Wanqing looked at the screen, his eyes sore. She picked up a photo of the head of the bed, rubbed the girl's bright face with her fingertips, and bowed her head in a dazzling look.
Envious... she choked her name in her heart.
Over the years, she has looked at Lin Xian’s Weibo profile and has thought about going back to her countless times. But the longer the time, the less courage she had.
When Lin Xian became famous two years ago, her family background was also dug up. A joke was circulated in the gossip of the fans, who said that they had heard the lecture of Lin Xian’s mother. At a lecture half a year ago, Professor Zhou accidentally talked about her daughter, saying that the only requirement for her was that she wanted her to talk once. Normal love. So, how abnormal is the love that their authors have talked about before.
Xiao Yunqing understood that Zhou Qin's resistance to her did not dissipate over time.
Moreover, Lin Xianfeng Huazhengmao, the world is getting wider and wider, but she is gradually moving towards the sunset. She passed from Lin Xian's age, and she understood that sometimes, if you persist for a long time, people will be indistinguishable. What you insist on is love or obsession with the past.
She was afraid of her appearance, and it was becoming more and more outdated.
She hugged plush teddy and watched the precious, talking, and lively wet eyes in the dark night, and her lover grew up again and again, with tears till dawn.
In early November, the day before the school's mid-term exam, it was raining heavily.
Xiao Wanqing finished the Chinese class, patiently answered the questions of the students who asked the questions, and walked out of the class. On the way back to the office, she once again met the female student she often encountered with her.
The girl was as usual, as if she was going downstairs, and greeted her with a smile, seeing that she was wearing less, and told her to rain in the cold and be careful not to catch a cold. Afterwards, the girl chatted with her along the way and walked up to the stairs and parted ways.
Everything is very common, except that they meet too frequently, and that girl’s classroom is upstairs in the opposite direction of their movement.
Xiao Yunqing had never taught her, did not care, and did not even remember the day when the girl began to appear in her sight. It wasn't until one day that the teacher who had taught the girl in the next class mentioned her class inadvertently, she didn't realize the clumsy and careful thinking of the girl.
Since the girl hadn't picked her, she had to pretend to be unaware. She could not avoid the girl’s chance encounter, but she evaded all the girls’ occasional inquiries about her personal information, rejected the girl’s request for any personal contact information, and rejected all gifts she gave in any name.
Xiao Yunqing didn't know that since her first appearance under the national flag, Wen Xiu's appearance and outstanding temperament made her a great resource for the lack of extracurricular life of students in this small county school. Word of mouth, she has long been recognized as a goddess teacher among students.
She feels sorrow when she gets tired of pushing occasionally. This girl has never had a deep relationship with her. Just looking at her at a similar age to Lin Xian's, she couldn't help understanding.
Because of Lin Xian, she had a little more patience and tenderness for these half-big and naive and reckless children.
There were no classes in the next two sessions. Xiao Wanqing took a break in the office and saw that the rain outside was a little smaller. He took the spare umbrella out of his bag, said goodbye to his colleagues, and walked out of the office building into the rain curtain.
The rain that had just been reduced gradually increased in her progress.
Xiao Wanqing was wearing a navy blue pinch waist dress and a camel over-the-knee windbreaker. In the slanting wind and heavy rain, most of her dress corners and skirt corners were wet.
Reluctantly, she stepped up to the entrance of the school, sheltered under the eaves extending from the side of the communication room, closed her umbrella, and temporarily avoided the wind and rain. He smiled and talked to the guard who talked, and she bowed her head intently to shake off the rain and dew.
Hearing the rain getting weaker, Xiao Wanqing opened the umbrella again, preparing to leave.
However, she raised her head, raised her feet, and inadvertently glanced at the road across from her, she seemed to be locked in something, she froze, her eyes widened, her heart beating like thunder, at a loss.
Across the road not far away, a young and elegant girl was holding a transparent long umbrella, staring straight at her through the traffic.
The girl stepped on white casual shoes, underneath the gray cigarette pants, and the upper body was a casual shirt and a small suit, which made her steady and energetic. Holding an umbrella, she held her waist straight, her eyes locked on Xiao Wanqing for a moment, walking calmly, and approached her little by little.
Xiao Wanqing's nose was sour, her throat tight, and she stood staring blankly. The overly turbulent mood left her with a blank mind, and she looked at Lin Xian through the traffic and walked towards her step by step.
The girl finally stood in front of Xiao Wanqing who was one step away, and there seemed to be a dark wave surging in the black eyes that Xiao Xiaoqing was facing. For a long while, she tilted her umbrella, blocking the wind and rain that hit Xiao Wanqing from the side, slightly hooked her lips, and greeted her lowly and sadly: "Xiao Panpan, long time no see."
The voice, recalled countless times in Xiao Yunqing's dream, is familiar and unfamiliar.
Xiao Yuanqing looked up at the girl's familiar face with nostalgia, her heart sore and sore, and she opened her mouth and could not make a sound.