Chapter 41:

The next day was Saturday. After dinner, Lin Xian wanted to show Xiao Wanqing that she had given guidance after she was selected and revised the script again after going to the gym with Xiao Wanqing.
The TV was on, Xiao Yunqing was sitting on the sofa, Lin Xian moved the single-seat bench, and sat relatively in front of her. She put the script in her hands and looked at Xiao Wanqing expectantly, waiting for Xiao Wanqing's comment.
Xiao Yunqing was very focused when she saw it, and she didn't speak a word. She quickly finished reading it, closing the script and smiling, Kwarin envied: "The plot is more coherent, the logic is more complete, and the format is quite regular. Great." During the talk, she flipped the script in her hand as if inadvertently swiping it. There were some large characters behind the script.
Xiao Wanqing turned the script, and saw the back of the script. On the whole white paper, in the middle of the lower end, there were four characters written in dragon and phoenix dances, like cursive scripts. If you look carefully, you can recognize it. It seems... Four characters.
Xiao Yunqing frowned doubtfully and asked Lin Xian, "Are you going to change your name?"
Lin Xian was baffled and denied: "No. Why do you ask?"
Xiao Wanqing pushed the script to Lin Xian, pointed at the four dark characters, and smiled: "Are you writing these four characters? It looks pretty."
Lin Xian froze for a moment, looked down, and the whole person was startled. Then, she suddenly reacted and took the script in Xiao Yunqing's hands. The whole person jumped up and stood up, explaining one after another: "It wasn’t written by me... Ah, it was written by me, I Just write it casually... Ah, no, I was bored and suddenly got an inspiration when I was in class, just write it out..."
She was helpless and flustered a little, and Xiao Wanqing looked a little puzzled and smiled: "What are you doing so nervous? It's normal to be distracted in class, I won't say you."
Lin Xian grabbed the paper and hugged it in front of her chest, and slowly hung it down, not knowing whether she was relieved or lost.
Yeah, I'm nervous, Aunt Xiao doesn't know...
She didn't know that these four big characters were her tossing and turning last night, and finally, unable to hold back, a carp jumped up, jumped out of the bed, grabbed a pen, borrowed the moonlight, and wandered on the paper with turbulent love. Next, a major subject about her sweet dreams.
Xu Xuzhi-she pursues Xiao Wanqing's plan.
When Shiman sent her a "tiger with a heart, sniffing roses", she couldn't sleep and thought for a long time. She sorted out the past with Xiao Wanqing a little bit, recalling her retreat after borrowing a confession from the moon at that time, recalling that today she wanted to kiss her tears, but finally dared to stretch out her hand to embrace her forbearance, it seemed that it gradually became clear.
She has a tiger in her heart, which is her burning love for Xiao Wanqing's flaming love. It can warm Xiao Wanqing, but it may also burn Xiao Wanqing. Her first retreat was impulsive and scared. Xiao Wanqing didn't like girls, which would make her feel guilty. Her second retreat was distressed and knowing. Xiao Wanqing would definitely push her away. It is not yet time.
Among them, separated by gender, identity and age. In her view, these things are not a problem in front of love. When Xiao Wanqing still doesn't like her, doesn't love her, and is sensible, these may be fatal problems.
She could not approach Xiao Wanqing after she had prepared for it, nor could she be willing to force her to threaten her regardless of Xiao Wanqing's wishes.
So, all she can do is sniff the rose. Restrain the burning fire and replace it with a small fire, slowly, quietly and unconsciously ignite Xiao Wanqing.
In front of true love, everything will not matter. Therefore, she has to wait and wait-Xiao Wanqing, really, love.
However, when will she like herself...how will she like herself...
Lin Xian stared deeply at the gentle smile of Xiao Wanqing, his eyes gradually turning dark. Facing Xiao Wanqing every day, she smiled, every moment, like adding a handful of firewood to her heart, but she wanted to restrain herself. This is really a very embarrassing thing.
Xiao Yuanqing stood up, bent her eyebrows at her, and proposed: "It's almost the same, let's go to exercise."
The obscurity in Lin Xian's eyes gradually cleared under her clear and gentle eyes like water. Blame you for being too beautiful, love you, too beautiful.
She lifted her thin lips, put on a soft and harmless smile, put on Xiao Wanqing's five-finger slender catkins, interlocked her fingers, and responded to her briskly, "Okay, let's go."
Xiao Wanqing clasped her hands, getting accustomed to it, and unaware of it.
After going to the gym for the first time with Xiao Yunqing, Xiao Yunqing asked her wishes and helped her get a fitness card. After that, her weekly appointment with Wen Tong for two people gradually evolved into their trip of three people.
Obviously, everything is as usual today. The three of them did aerobic exercise for 30 minutes together, and then started strength training together. Wen Tong can do better. According to the practice, she has done more sets of supine curls and lateral curls than them. After she finished, she was tired and paralyzed on the mat and could not move.
Xiao Wanqing had enough rest and sat up. She moved to Wen Tong, looked at Wen Tong's tired one, couldn't be bothered with your expression, and reached out with a naughty hand to poke Wen Tong's belly, as if to lift her clothes, laughing: "I was killed by me in summer I found out that the vest line was gone. I laughed at you a few words, and you cherished the memory of hatred. Now, after practicing for so long, have you come back?"
Wen Tong cracked down the restless hands of Xiao Wanqing with a slap, and said with a sneer: "I'm afraid I won't be able to get into your old dharma eyes, will you let me touch yours still..." And her hands started to move.
Lin Xian was on the side, his eyes lit up immediately, and Aunt Xiao had fish! From the first time she started to exercise with Xiao Wanqing, Xiao Yunqing fitness was all neatly worn. She had never seen Xiao Xiaoqing's vest line!
She wanted to see it, but Wen Tong couldn't touch it!
Fortunately, one newspaper reported another, and Xiao Wanqing mercilessly snapped Wen Tong's hand. Lin Xian was relieved.
Wen Tong was also not annoyed, her deep and sharp eyebrows softened a lot because of her smile, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, causing Xiao Xiaoqing to say: "Wipe my sweat and it flows into my eyes."
Xiao Yuanqing obediently picked up a towel from the side and wiped the sweat on his forehead and face to Wen Tong, but did not have a good air: "I think you have a strong hand when you hit me. Won't you wipe it yourself?"
Wen Tong shouldn't say anything, just lying down and enjoying the action of Xiao Wanqing helping her wipe, and gazing softly at Xiao Wanqing...
Obviously, Qi Xian was so powerful. For the first time, Lin Xian saw people who even felt oppressive. At this moment, Lin Xian strangely reminded Lin Xian of the words, gentle eyebrows...
Is it her, does Ji Yan see Ren Ji? Why, I think Wen Tong's eyes are very wrong...
Lin Xian's heart suddenly sank with a click...
On the way back, Xiao Wanqing seemed to be in a good mood. She played a brisk song, her lips flared, her eyebrows smiled. Lin Xian pursed her lips and lowered her head. She was distracted. Xiao Guanqing Yu Guang noticed Lin Xian's lowness and cared: "Xian Xian, what's wrong?"
Lin Xian bit her lip, concerned about Wen Tong, and asked Xiao Wanqing: "Does Aunt Wen have a boyfriend?"
Xiao Wan’s lip angles deepened and teased her:
What’s wrong, does your mother want to tell her the object? Isn’t it right now? Actually, I don’t know very well, her feelings change faster.

All in all, when she first met, she knew that Wen Tong had a college start and had a boyfriend who was a graduate student in a different place for two years. In the second year of research, after the two broke up, Wen Tong didn't seem to have a long-term boyfriend for more than half a year. At first, she occasionally saw her new boyfriend. Later, her relationship started faster and faster and ended faster and faster. Sometimes, she only heard that she had changed her boyfriend, but she hadn’t brought her When she met her good friend, she listened to her and changed to the next one.
Lin Xian pursued and asked, "Now? Should I? Was it before?"
Xiao Yuanqing's hand on the steering wheel paused, and looked at Lin Xian with some surprise, as if afraid that Lin Xian might have misunderstood something, he quickly explained: "Although me and Wen Tong are good friends, she is different from me. She has always liked boys. Naturally, she used to have them before." She recalled the names of boys Wen Wen and she mentioned, and added a sentence silently in her heart.
She has always liked boys. Lin Xian was relieved to hear it, quietly relieved. However, the next second, Xiao Wanqing dropped another bomb.
"Haha, I suddenly thought it was funny." Xiao Wanqing just gave Wen Tong a definition of "straight", and the next moment, he thought of Wen Tong's rare straight seconds. "Two years ago, she broke up and fell in love one day. I was asked to go to the bar to drink booze. Suddenly it was like seeing through the red dust, and asked me, "It doesn't really mean that men and women are in love. Lao Xiao, in fact, is really a girl. Suitable for girls?' I was still thinking about how to persuade her, and she said,'Lao Xiao, if we were thirty-five years old, we were all single, otherwise we would live together and get better'."
Lin Xian's masterpiece of alarm bells immediately said nervously: "Then did you agree?" This Wen Tong! Sure enough, it was wrong! ! Ghosts! Unpredictable! Bad intentions!
At the red light at the intersection ahead, Xiao Wanqing slowly looked down and slowly reduced the speed of the car, not thinking: "It's just a joke. I told her at that time that I was too familiar, and I might not be able to make a living. She thought about it for herself. I laughed for a long time, and then accepted the invitation of a man to dance happily." It is probably that the writer's imagination and picture sense are more abundant than ordinary people. At that time, Wen Tong's voice just fell, and she unconsciously thought I thought about the picture where she was sleeping with Wen Tong and sleeping in the morning and night, and inexplicably, she got goose bumps. Too familiar! Friends are friends...
The car stopped, Lin Xian stared at Xiao Yuanqing's calm and quiet side waiting for the green light, watching her long eyelashes fall, rising, fluttering at once, suddenly asked her softly in a low voice: "Aunt Xiao, those thirty-five At the age of one, if you are still single, shall we live together?"
Joke, the girl's voice is too soft. Xiao Wanqing glanced at her with slightly surprised eyes, slamming into her overly focused soft eyes. For a moment, she seemed to indulge in the charming eyes of the girl, and unconsciously imagined her words. At the age of thirty-five, Lin Xian was twenty-one. At that time, Lin Xian grew more and more open, more bright than now. Moving, what should it look like...
Like the next second, the car waiting behind honked the horn. The green light was on for two seconds, and Xiao Wanqing was at the forefront, but motionless.
Xiao Wanqing was awakened by the sound of the horn, suddenly withdrew his eyes, turned his head back, squinted, and started the car...
Lin Xian kept staring at her, and naturally caught her lack of attention. After turning back with her, it was inexplicable, and gradually the blush on the ears.
She was like a little fox, with a sly smile in her eyes, but she asked Xiao Wanqing again, pretending to be wronged: "Is it not good to live like this?"
Compared to frankly and frankly imagining the pictures of myself and Wen Tong at that time, this time, Xiao Wanqing didn't think much about anything, but he couldn't even explain why, for a moment, it seemed that something was wrong.
It's a little hot...
She bit her lip and said in a hurry: "It's... quite good."
Lin Xian snickered, she said innocently: "Aunt Xiao, is it a little stuffy in the car, I feel a little hot..."
Yes, that's it.
Xiao Yunqing frowned, rolled down the car window, and said calmly: "It's a bit."