Chapter 25:

The atmosphere was dull, the window glass suddenly seemed to be hit by something, and the sound of "popping" continued continuously. Then, the panic sounds of closing the windows all around rang one after another.
It turned out that it was raining again, without warning...
Wen Tong looked at the sudden rain outside the window and frowned and complained, "This is the first rain this week? The clothes will soon be moldy."
Xiao Yunqing smiled faintly and said, "I heard that it is typhoon again. You have lived here for so many years, are you still not used to the weather here?"
Lin Xian got off the treadmill, leaned on the side column for a rest, and was looking at the pouring rain outside the window. He asked Xiao Wanqing with some worry: "Aunt Xiao, have we brought an umbrella?"
Xiao Wanqing shook his head gently: "I didn't bring it this time. I used an umbrella the other day. I put it on the balcony to dry and forgot to put it in the car." She reached out and rubbed Lin Xian's forehead with a towel. Khan reassured her: "Don't worry, we only need to use an umbrella for the short stretch of road from the garage. It doesn't have to stop when it rains."
Wen Tong heard of the typhoon and remembered the stupid thing Xiao Xiaoqing did more than half a month ago. He remembered that his heart was so disturbed at that time, and his tone was a little bad. Remind her: "This time you come to the typhoon, your home But prepare the commonly used medicines, and don't do some stupid things that will make you scared."
Xiao Wanqing even gentleman's eye knife is gentle and imposing. She had no choice but to refute Wen Tong: "What are you saying is cursing me and who are you envious of?"
Wen Tong froze for a moment, and after a careful review, she realized that what she said was not quite right, and she couldn't help laughing. But she still raised her eyebrows and said firmly: "It's your listener who has the heart."
"Yes, yes, you are right." Xiao Wanqing raised her lips and returned to her, her tone as if she was afraid that Wen Tong could not hear it perfunctoryly.
Lin Xian watched them quarrel with each other, and watched Xiao Wanqing's rare liveliness, and she couldn't help but smile.
The atmosphere finally relaxed again.
The three didn't plan to run anymore, so they went to the rest area and sat around a table to take a break. Wen Tong seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked Xiao Wanqing: "The National Day tour we had made before, wouldn't you let me do the pigeons temporarily?"
Xiao Wanqing bent his eyebrows, but did not directly answer Wen Tong's question, but turned his face, Wen Sheng asked Lin Xian: "Envy, what arrangements do you have for National Day?"
Lin Xian answered without hesitation: "I told my parents before the summer vacation. Going to the six European countries during National Day is a reward for my admission to Beijing." She once lived with Zhou Qin in the United States for a year. I have also been to Canada, and North America left her with the impression of being rude and enthusiastic. She also likes it, but she is inexplicably more yearning for Europe, longing for its long history and romantic style. She was looking forward to this European tour for a long time.
Xiao Wanqing heard that Lin Xian had already made arrangements, so he let go of his heart and turned to briskly agree with Wen Tong: "Then I'm fine, let's act according to the original plan."
Wen Tong raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Wanqing with dissatisfaction. "How do I think I feel like a spare tire."
Xiao Wanqing lost her smile and scorned her: "What are you talking about in front of children?"
Lin Xian bit her lip, caring a little, she was no longer a child. But in the end, she just tilted her head and cared to ask Xiao Wanqing: "Aunt Xiao, what is your plan for National Day?"
"Aunt Wen and I are going to go to Changchuan and travel all the way from the ancient city of Lizhou to Hanjiang and Yuanhu. Unfortunately, at this time, we have no chance to see the snowy mountains and snow of Yunhu Snow Mountain."
Lin Xian immediately yearned for it, and these places that Xiao Wanqing said were also the places she must go to in her lifetime marked on the tourist map. She sincerely said: "I also want to see it, it sounds beautiful..."
Xiao Yunqing scraped her nose to calm down the girl's restless heart: "There will be opportunities, and Europe is also beautiful, each has its own style."
Lin Xian turned to think about it, and he was relieved again. Aunt Xiao was right, there was always a chance. However, her eyes turned and she had a new melancholy: "If Aunt Xiao didn't make arrangements to go with us." She wanted to be more melancholy: "If we can walk together on the Champs Elysees in France, Sailing on the Rhine in Germany, embracing the sea of ​​tulips under the windmills in the Netherlands..." Her voice was getting lower and lower, and finally, she stopped...
Because she found that Xiao Wanqing's face grew paler and more rigid as her words landed. But when Lin Xian looked at it in surprise, she gently gave Lin Xian a reluctant smile: "It's a pity, I... I had a time, and I really wanted to go..." The look was an obscure and incomprehensible Lin Xian could not understand. It was like looking at her, but it was like looking at one through her, a distant past that Lin Xian could not touch.
Lin Xian lowered her head and secretly blamed herself, why did she have to talk so much, right? Where did it poke Xiao Xiaoqing's sadness...
Fortunately, Wen Tong made a fork and raised his voice to blame Lin Xiandao: "Lin Xiaoxian, you are not so kind, dig people in my face."
Lin Xian was bluffed by Wen Tong's aura, he justified and said: "I don't have..."
Xiao Wanqing was beside him, laughing softly.
However, the atmosphere is never going back.
On the way back, Xiao Yunqing immediately turned on the car music after getting in the car, one after another, either cheerful or soft singing, endlessly. Lin Xian still felt that the atmosphere was quiet and the silence was abnormal...
Occasionally, she secretly looked at Xiao Wanqing sideways, and she could always see the gentle profile of Xiao Wanqing's profile, with a calm and gentleness that was the same as usual. She seemed to cover up very well, but Lin Xian still felt that the corners of her brows were full of depression and depression unlike in the past.
Lin Xian withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at the bustling street scene that was quickly moving backwards out of the window. She looked up at the tall buildings on both sides of the road with her eyes, looking at the light or dark lights in those tall buildings, thinking that under each light, there was at least one person, and there would be a story that belongs to them only. Here, How many stories are there?
What is Xiao Wanqing's story?
Obviously, they are sitting so close now, but Lin Xian still feels that she seems to be far away from Xiao Wanqing, far away...
Another red light came, the traffic stopped, and they stopped. Lin Xian inadvertently saw a convenience store not far away. Three or two people stopped in front of the counter and waited for the boss to install the golden corn on the cob. She turned her head suddenly and broke the silence she had had all the way, and brought some cheerfulness to Xiao Wanqing: "There are corns selling in front."
Xiao Wanqing finally withdrew his mind from the past, turned his head, and raised a radian corner of his lips, asking her: "Do you like corn?"
Lin Xian nodded: "Well, even if it is directly cooked, it is very fragrant and sweet. If you put some in the ribs, the whole soup will become more delicious."
Xiao Wanqing was noncommittal, just smiled.
The red light passed, the green light turned on, and the traffic started to move. Xiao Wanqing followed the car in front, but gradually deviated from the main road. She stopped at a temporary stop on the roadside not far from the convenience store, untied her seat belt, and urged Lin Xian while driving the door: "It's raining and it's inconvenient to get off, you just wait in the car Let me know, I will be back soon."
Lin Xian hadn't responded to what she was about to do. She saw that she got off the car and closed the door, and then raised her hand to cover the top of the head, bypassed the body, avoided the puddle on the ground, and turned awkwardly towards The convenience store in the distance ran.
Lin Xian's eyes, as the slender and beautiful figure moved, suddenly felt that the heart, like something, was hit hard. She stared closely at what Xiao Wanqing and her boss were saying, and then took the boss's corn and walked to the shop to check out. Finally, she couldn't help raising a big smile.
After a while, Xiao Wanqing came back. She was still standing next to the door of the car, shaking the rain gently, but Lin Xian opened the door for her in a hurry, and moved and disgusted her: "I just said casually, the rain is so heavy , How come you just ran like this, you see your clothes are wet."
Xiao Wanqing just got in the car, handed the corn to Lin Xian, and started the car, gently brows to appease the girl: "It's okay, I'll be home soon, just take a bath and change my clothes." Looking at the corn in Lin Xian's hands, he motioned to Lin Xian: "Hurry up and eat, and see how it tastes. It smells pretty good."
Lin Xian opened the bag, and the sweet smell of corn filled the small workshop immediately. She took a soft bite, feeling the warmth and sweetness of the corn full of grains between her lips and teeth, just like her mood at the moment. She smiled brightly at Xiao Wanqing and said sincerely: "It's delicious." She said, she extended her corn, raised her eyes and bent her eyebrows to invite Xiao Yuanqing: "Aunt Xiao, take a bite to see."
On the girl's face, there was undoubted joy, and during the conversation, the eyes were moving, and it was a delicate style that Xiao Yunqing had never seen before. Xiao Wanqing's heart softened. This is easy to satisfy. She couldn't bear to refuse Lin Xian's invitation and turned her head. On the other side of Lin Xian's bite, she took a bite and chewed slowly, and then she should also meet her: "Well, it's delicious."
The arc of smile on the girl's face becomes more obvious.
When it was almost home, the rain stopped, as suddenly as it came. When getting off the car, Lin Xian walked on Xiao Duqing's side. Yu Guang suddenly noticed that Xiao Duqing's slim sports pants side bag, like a square long and flat thing, was not thick, so it was only slightly. Bulge a little.
Lin Xian frowned, thinking about it, did she go to the gym when she started?
It seems, doesn't it?
Did the convenience store buy it?
When they got home, they split their heads and took a shower. Lin Xian finished her shower and blew her hair, and even washed her clothes, but did not see Xiao Wanqing coming out of the bedroom.
As she approached Xiao Wanqing's bedroom, she finally heard the rumbling of the hair dryer starting in the room. Lin Xian wondered, did you wash it for so long?
The bedroom door was open. Lin Xian raised his hand and was about to knock on the door. The purpose was that Xiao Wanqing slightly lowered his head and lowered his eyes, blowing the hair dryer with one hand, and with one hand, he lifted the wet show behind his head. hair.
However, her two hands have maintained a movement, for a long time, did not switch. Lin Xian even felt that it could be smelled, and the hair was overheated, like a burnt smell.
Lin Xian's eyes slowly dimmed. She turned around and returned to her room. After sitting on the bed for a while, she jumped out of bed and turned on the computer at the desk.
Soon after, she picked up her laptop and came to Xiao Wanqing's bedroom again. She raised her hand and tapped twice gently, attracting Xiao Yunqing's attention: "Aunt Xiao, can I come in?"
Xiao Wanqing had blown his hair, saw Lin Xian, and then looked at the computer that Lin Xian was holding, and nodded softly: "What do you do with it?"
Lin Xian even jumped into the room and sat next to Xiao Wanqing. He blinked and showed Xiao Yunqing the computer interface that had been opened. Coquettish begged Xiao Xiaoqing: "Aunt Xiao, let's watch a movie together. School a few days ago The theater is playing, but I am anxious to come back and eat without going to see it."
Xiao Yunqing didn't ask what kind of movie, but just watched the watch on the bedside table when he took a shower. Just after nine o'clock, she thought that the movie could end in at most two hours. It was not too late. She rubbed Lin Xian's head, pampered her, and promised, "Well, then you come up, Let's watch it together on the bed."
Lin Xiandeng's heart bursting with joy, he stepped off the slippers and couldn't wait to climb onto the bed.
Because I noticed that Xiao Yunqing seems to have been in a low mood tonight because of the past, Lin Xiancun saved a little bit of wanting to leave Xiao Yunqing's mind, don't indulge in the past thoughts, and specially found a word of mouth with good reputation and very famous. The comedy movie of the 1990s, starring the famous Zhou Xingchi-Talking Westward.
Lin Xian didn't notice that Xiao Wanqing's lips tightened slightly when he saw the film clearly. But in the end she said nothing.
The film was indeed well-deserved, and Lin Xian's laugh was a little low, and was repeatedly poked in the laugh, and he laughed all the way. The film came to an end, the ending song sounded, the sunset warrior and the woman who looked like Zixia Fairy held each other on the city wall, staged love entanglement, Wukong attached to the warrior, walked in a coquettish manner, exaggerated tone, affectionate confession, Lin Xian couldn't help it And laughed again. It turned out that the classic nasty confession was from here.
The woman looked at Goku, who turned and left, and said, "That man looks strange." The samurai replied: "I saw it too, he looks like a dog."
"Although the flowers will fade (only wish), but they will bloom again (for you), they love vaguely (waiting) in their lifetime, outside Baiyun (expectation). The bitter sea turns love and hate, and it is hard to escape destiny in the world..."
The song came to an end as the song rang and Sun Wukong Xiao Suo's back faded away.
Lin Xian hugged the computer, with a smile on his face, and naturally turned his head to share the post-view with Xiao Wanqing, but was panic-stricken to find that Xiao Wanqing beside him was still staring at the screen. She bit her lip tightly, her eyes full of tears and tears in her ink-like eyes, and her eyes were red.
Lin Xian groaned in his heart for a moment, at a loss. The next second, she withdrew her eyes and placed her hands under the computer on her knees, secretly using cleverness. After a few seconds, she finally successfully opened the laptop battery.
Suddenly, the screen went black.
Lin Xian pretended to be panicked, as if frightened, and gently "ah", he wondered: "What's going on?"
Xiao Yunqing turned back, turned his head, and gently wiped the overflowing eye socket. She gently sniffed her nose and adjusted her mood. Then she pretended to clap Lin Xian's hand naturally, comforting Lin Xian and saying: "It may be that the notebook is dead."
Lin Xian sighed helplessly: "Ah, I seem to have picked the wrong movie. You see, we should actually watch a thriller. With this food, the effect must be very good."
Xiao Wanqing was slightly teased by her, and said softly, "Then I won't watch it with you."
Lin Xian became more interested, with bright smiles in his bright eyes, teasing Xiao Wanqing: "Come here, Aunt Xiao, don't be afraid, I'll tell you a ghost story. Once..."
Xiao Wanqing couldn't stand intimidation. She was afraid that she would really open her mouth. She covered Lin Xian's mouth in a panic and stopped her next sentence, that is, she was not allowed to speak.
Lin Xian felt the temperature of Xiao Wanqing's fingers coming from her lips, and the laughter from her beside her, and finally laughed heartily.
During the night, Lin Xian once again had a rare insomnia and turned around.
She looked at the dark night unconsciously, at the ceiling, with a lot of emotion.
Why did Xiao Wanqing cry.
She carelessly ignored. She thought that she might not have understood the Westward Journey, but Xiao Yunqing understood it.
Xiao Wanqing, what did you see in the movie?
Fourteen years and the distance of fourteen years old, how far is it?
For a moment, she wanted to understand, but she didn't want to understand.