Chapter 49:

The waiters served the dishes one after another. The staple food was steak. The side dishes were cheese-baked deep-sea prawns, pan-fried codfish, seafood pizza, turkey salad, milk pudding, Black Forest cake, etc. Because Xiao Wanqing had to drive, Lin Xian did not Taking the opportunity to order red wine, the two ordered a pot of special fruit tea together.
The atmosphere was inexplicably dull, Lin Xian was still immersed in the loss, and said nothing. She held her head with a fork and a knife and was more active with the steak on the dinner plate. Suddenly, Xiao Yunqing's clear and pleasant voice broke the silence and softly sounded in Lin Xian's ear: "Envy..."
Lin Xian stopped the movement in his hand and looked up at Xiao Wanqing suspiciously.
Xiao Yunqing gave a smile, and the painful loss of Fang Cai was like Lin Xian's illusion. At this moment, she was familiar with the peaceful and charming Lin Xian. She glanced softly at the steak at Lin Xian's table, pushed the steak that had been cut into small pieces in front of Lin Xian in front of her, and said warmly: "Shall we change it?"
Lin Xian froze for a moment, staring at Xiao Wanqing's soft smile, and the dullness in his heart, suddenly seemed to be more than half of the transpiration. There was a faint smile on her lips, but she still politely said: "No, Aunt Xiao, I can come by myself."
Xiao Wanqing was uncomfortable. He slightly stood up and carried Lin Xian's steak in his hands, jokingly: "I know. But I think you are very unhappy about the cut?" After all, she raised her eyes and asked Lin Xian half-truly. : "Does the serving dish look unpleasant? It seems that you have been pouting since serving the dish, and you are about to hang a small oil bottle."
Lin Xian's face was a little red at once, did she behave so obviously? Or is Aunt Xiao actually observing her emotions attentively?
Her heart was joyful and astringent, she lowered her head, and embarrassedly denied, "I don't have..."
Xiao Yuanqing cut the steak lightly, heard the words, and raised his tone. He slightly lengthened his voice, wondering with a gruesome smile: "Oh?" She obviously didn't believe Lin Xian's weak weakness.
She put down her knife and fork, blinked her eyes, and teased Lin Xian said: "Is that because I didn't give you an apple?" She groaned a little and said: "It seems that I heard that it has been popular to give apples on Christmas Eve in recent years. ."
This time, Lin Xian's denial was enough, and he cut the railroad: "No, I'm not so naive."
Xiao Yuanqing laughed as soon as he thumped, and coaxed the children to say in a row, "Well, don't be angry, you don't."
So perfunctory! Lin Xian, a little face and a tiger, just wanted to explain what she saw. Xiao Xuanqing wiped her hands with a wet wipe, took a small box from the bag, and pushed it to her, her eyebrows were curvy: "It's my childishness. "
"Look at it, do you like this little apple?" Her eyes were full of smiles, as if a star was flashing.
Lin Xian stared at her, her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.
How can this person do this! How can I make her so sad, and now, make her so happy again...
Lin Xian's lips could not suppress the rising arc. She reached out and gently opened the velvet box. Inside the box lies a pair of apple-shaped platinum hollow earrings. Under the light of the lamp, the small and exquisite earrings circulated a delightful bright light.
Lin Xian's smile is brighter than it. She raised her eyes and surprised Xiao Xiaoqing: "So cute."
Xiao Yunqing saw that Lin Xian liked it, and the corners of her eyebrows were also dyed with joy. She held her cheek with one hand and looked at Lin Xian's delicate face. She sincerely sighed: "There is no envy you are cute."
Lin Xian carefully picked up an ear stud and asked Xiao Wanqing with half shame and half joy: "Aunt Xiao, can you help me put it on?"
Xiao Wanqing nodded, got up and sat down next to her: "Okay."
Xiao Wanqing took some cold hands and covered Lin Xian's delicate and round earlobes. She lowered her eyes and focused on Lin Xian's ear holes, warmly breathing, hitting Lin Xian's increasingly red ears.
Lin Xian secretly aimed at Xiao Wanqing's white face in close proximity, clenched his coat unconsciously with both hands, and his heart was beating like crazy...
Lin Xian was even afraid that Xiao Wanqing would hear that his beating heartbeat was too fast and violent, and found his own, such an abnormal heartbeat like a beat.
Fortunately, in the end, Xiao Wanqing retreated unconsciously.
She seriously looked at Lin Xian for a while, as if satisfied with her own vision, and praised: "It looks good."
Lin Xian's eyes were gleaming, she bit her lip and said sadly, "But I didn't prepare a gift for you."
Xiao Wanqing rubbed her little head and disagreed: "Did you forget? You took me to see the snow."
Lin Xian suddenly plunged into Xiao Wanqing's arms, buried in Xiao Wanqing's neck fossa, and said dumbly: "That's not true. Aunt Xiao, in the future, let's go to see a real snow, wait for me to supply you, OK? ?"
Xiao Yunqing patted Lin Xian's back lovingly, gently rubbed Lin Xian's head with his jaw, and warmly agreed to her: "Okay, I'm waiting for you."
The loss, sadness and frustration that the tracks of Fang Cai could not be sent out have disappeared without a trace. Lin Xian leaned on Xiao Wanqing's warm body in front of him, feeling the indistinguishability from his ear or Xiao Wanqing's steady and powerful heartbeat, closing his eyes and gradually releasing his arms.
She reached out and stretched the music in her pocket a little bit....
After all, she still has a lot of time. After all, she will have many opportunities...
After all, compared with the short past of Xiao Wanqing who was late, what she will have is the long future of Xiao Wanqing...
She laughed at herself, Lin Xian, did not have a good time, you are so coaxing.
However, she couldn't help but snicker in Xiao Wanqing's arms.
She was willing and willing to be a good-for-nothing person.
On the way back, Lin Xian was in a good mood. With Xiao Wanqing's car music, he hummed all the way. When she was almost home, she seemed to think of something. Suddenly she stopped and asked Xiao Yunqing: "Aunt Xiao, how are you going to spend your New Year's holiday?" On New Year's Day, Zhou Qin asked her to go home for the holiday? She said she wanted to stay with Xiao Wanqing for the New Year. Zhou Qin did not have any opinions, but she was worried that Lin Xian's wishful thinking would undermine Xiao Wanqing's normal arrangements. Let her first ask if there are any special arrangements for Xiao Wanqing, or if the company has an annual meeting to organize travel and the like.
Xiao Wanqing stared at the front, drove into the community, and answered Lin Xiandao without thinking: "I have an appointment with your Aunt Wen. I will go to Wanquan Villa to take a hot spring together on December 31. By the way, there will be a fireworks conference."
The alarm bell masterpiece in Lin Xian's heart, hot spring? Is that necessary to wear a swimsuit? Ah, there are fireworks? What does Wen Tong want to do? !
December 31? There was a sudden flash in her mind, and she calmed down. She stabilized her voice and asked Xiao Wanqing casually: "But aren't you, Aunt Xiao, inconvenient? It doesn't matter?"
She carefully observed that Xiao Wanqing's days in each month did not take the common month as a cycle, but recursively pushed back one week each month. In December, it should be around 31. Is it OK to take a hot spring bath?
Xiao Yunqing froze for a moment, then looked at Lin Xian doubtfully, and then asked her: "What is not convenient?" She turned back, thinking about the room, the car entered the garage, and reversed into the parking space. The car just turned off, Xiao Wanqing reacted, what Lin Xian was talking about.
No wonder, she can always be accurate in her days, rushing to prevent her from washing dishes and touching water, and can always bring brown sugar water to her and warm her baby on those days.
Her heart seemed to be hit by something, sour and soft at once. She looked at Lin Xian, and her eyes seemed to be softly rippling with a clear spring: "Lin Xian, are you so careful with everyone?"
Lin Xian tilted her head and looked at her for a moment, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and her eyes were warm. She reached out and gently scraped Xiao Wanqing's nose and smiled and asked her, "Do I look idle?"
Her hand seemed to carry a thrilling electric current, flowing down her scraped nose, crisp and numb, flowing all the way into Xiao Wanqing's heart.
Xiao Wanqing inexplicably turned his eyes uncomfortably, and softly defied her: "No big, no small."
Lin Xian didn't care much, she smiled and asked Xiao Wanqing: "Aunt Xiao, can I go with you?" She looked like a curious child, and she yearned: "It is forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers in the city. I haven't been there for many years. Have you seen fireworks?"
Xiao Wanqing stared at the sign of the car on the steering wheel and was a little lost. For a while, she nodded and said to her: "Okay, let me talk to Wen Tong, the crowd is more lively, she should not mind."
Lin Xian happily embraced Xiao Wanqing's arm and excitedly said: "Aunt Xiao, you are so nice."
Xiao Yunqing glanced at Lin Xian with a dazzling look, forced a smile, and opened the doorway: "Let's go home."
In the middle of the night, I didn't know what time it was. Xu was drinking too much fruit tea at night, and Lin Xian was awakened by his urine. She touched the black out and looked at Xiao Wanqing's door. Closed, there is no light. She was afraid to wake Xiao Wanqing and deliberately lightened her steps. However, she was obsessed with using the toilet and returning to the room, but she could not sleep again and again, feeling dry.
I don’t know if I ate too much salty food at night. Lin Xian sat up anxiously again. She touched her nightgown and slammed it together. She got out of bed and went to the living room to find a water dispenser to receive water.
She had just walked to the living room and took a glass of water to get the water, but Yu Guang seemed to have swept it. The balcony that should have been dark seemed to have stars and fire and an indistinct shadow?
Rao is Lin Xian's courageousness, and he can't help but be awakened by his own spirit.
She clasped the glass in her hands and looked boldly at the balcony. She could only see it by the moonlight. She leaned against the balcony and had a seaweed-like hair behind her, a lonely figure with a slender cigarette between her fingers. It was Xiao Wanqing.
Lin Xian stared at the smoke in Xiao Yunqing's hand, and gradually loosened his strength, and put it back in the cup, his thin lips squeezed into a straight line.
Her long-time conjecture was finally confirmed.
She walked closer to the balcony and saw clearly. On the small table where she had a night tea talk with her, there were several empty beer cans on the floor, and a bottle of whiskey An inverted wine glass.
Lin Xian's lips tightened.
Xiao Wanqing's five senses paralyzed by alcohol are somewhat insensitive, and the response is much slower. When Lin Xian crossed the balcony door, she realized Lin Xian's arrival later. It was totally subconscious. She was like a child who was mistaken and found by her parents. She panicked her slender woman’s cigarette in the ashtray with panic, and then looked at Lin Xian in a helpless way, whispered. : "Envy..."
She only wore a thin nightdress, and she didn't even have a coat on her. She shivered in the night breeze. In the eyes that have always been clear and bright, there is a moment of confusion, with some melancholy, and a little dazed. She looked at Lin Xian, gentle and beautiful face, drunk and hazy, bit her lip, clever, and inexplicably wronged.
Lin Xian only felt that his heart was dull and hurt.
She approached Xiao Wanqing, opened her dressing gown, and tightly circled the cold Xiao Wanqing in her arms without hesitation. With her warm cheeks, she gently touched Xiao Wanqing's cold cheeks and whispered in her ear: "Will the small heater warm you?"
She felt that the cold body in her arms seemed to gradually soften as the heat passed, leaning on her with confidence.
For a long while, Lin Xian heard Xiao Wanqing's slightly dumb and soft voice, and rang in her ears: "Seven years ago, she broke up with me, I didn't keep her. At that time, she and I said that she was married. If you give birth to your parents, you will come back and find me. I don’t have a letter. Isn’t it smart?
The tone was as soft as a child asking for praise from an adult.
Lin Xian felt that there was cold liquid on her cheeks, which slowly dribbled down.
She hugged Xiao Wanqing, silent for a moment, softly asked her: "Aunt Xiao, it's so cold, I'll take you back to the room, OK?"
Xiao Yuanqing buried her head on her shoulder and did not speak.
Lin Xian squatted slightly, holding Xiao Wanqing's waist in one hand and Xiao Yuanqing's long legs in one hand, and picked up Xiao Wanqing more easily than expected. Lin Xian's heart hurt sharply again.
She is lighter and thinner than she thought...
Xiao Wanqing suddenly vacated, unconsciously hugged Lin Xian's neck, and looked at Lin Xian in amazement with tearful wet eyes, like a frightened little rabbit. Lin Xian adjusted his posture slightly and walked away step by step. She softened her voice and coaxed Xiao Wanqing like a child: "I have great strength, don't be afraid. Could you hug me a little bit?"
Xiao Gu’s eyes were like water, looking at Lin Xian for a second of silence. He slightly tightened his hands around Lin Xian’s neck, and Ruinuo responded to her, "Okay."
Lin Xianhuan embraced the person in his arms and felt as if he embraced the whole world at once. That way, her nose was sour with fullness. At this moment, in her arms, it wasn't Zhou Qin's good sister Aunt Xiao, or the magazine editor-in-chief Xiao editor, but she, Lin Xian, who wanted to always be in her arms and care for her sweetheart, Xiao Wanqing.
When she lifted her legs to lift the handle of Xiao Wanqing's door, she realized that Xiao Yuanqing's door was only a cover-up. She pushed the door open with her feet, walked into Xiao Wanqing's bedroom, put Xiao Wanqing firmly on the bed, then lifted the quilt and carefully helped Xiao Wanqing cover the quilt.
Xiao Wanqing has been looking at her softly.
Lin Xian shook his throat, stood for a while by the bed, suddenly took off his shoes, took off his nightgown, and got into Xiao Wanqing's quilt, reaching out to gently embrace Xiao Wanqing.
Xiao Wanqing turned her head, still her wet, misty eyes staring at her instantly.
Lin Xian pursed her lips like a nagging little wife and told her lover: "In the future, don't drink so much alcohol, OK?"
Xiao Wanqing obediently responded to her: "Okay."
Lin Xian frowned, adding, "After that, don't smoke anymore, will you?"
Xiao Wanqing sniffed his nose and said softly, "Okay."
Lin Xian only felt that all the steelmaking had to be turned around. She gritted her teeth and lifted her hands on Xiao Wanqing's waist slightly, and had to tentatively test: "Then, I don't like her anymore, okay?"
She stared nervously at Xiao Wanqing and saw her eyes close slightly. After a while, she heard Xiao Wanqing whispering to her, "I don't like her long ago."
Her voice gradually aggrieved: "I'm just not reconciled..." There were crystal tears that slipped from her slightly closed eyes.
Lin Xian raised her hand distressedly to help her wipe her tears, but Xiao Wanqing suddenly bit her lip and fixedly looked at her with wet eyes and cold eyes, hesitantly asked her, "Lin Xian, are we too close?" Alright?"
Lin Xian's outstretched hand stiffened, and he suddenly burst into his heart. Isn't she drunk?
Fortunately, the next second, Xiao Wanqing lowered his eyes again, whispered and murmured: "Lin Xian, don't treat me too well, and don't get too close to me."
"One day, you will go..."
"I am the only one left..."
"Sorry, mom, sorry..."
The crystal tears wet the pillowcase little by little. She hugged herself and curled up little by little.
Lin Xian felt sour and unbearable in his heart, and his eyes turned slightly red with the cry of Xiao Wanqing. She hugged Xiao Wanqing's thin body with her hands and tenderly promised her in her ear: "I will not go, I will never go."
She touched Xiao Wanqing's broken hair wet by tears on her cheek, reached out to cover Xiao Yunqing's eyes, and coaxed her warmly: "Sleep, will I sing you a Christmas song?"
"Dashingthroughthesnow, inaone-horseopensleigh...oh, jinglebells, jinglebells, jinglealltheway..."
Do not know how long she sang, her voice gradually decreased, until finally silenced.
She was silent for a long time in the dark night, and suddenly faced the air, as if asking herself, "Aunt Xiao, do you like me, okay?"
The people around me were silent.
Lin Xian turned his head away, removed his hand, and saw that his sweetheart frowned, breathing steadily, and had fallen asleep. Her long curled eyelashes were as thick as a small fan, and there were still a little bit of crystal tears still falling.
Lin Xian stared at him for a long time, his eyes were water-like tenderness.
For a long while, she reached out and gently wiped the tears off Xiao Wanqing's eyelashes, and whispered: "Good night, little crying bag."