For The Rest of Our Life (MTL)

72

At night, in the silent living room, Xiao Wanqing changed his home clothes, standing on the sofa with a straight waist. With her slender fingertips, she was aimlessly switching channels on the TV remote control. The TV is designed to be silent.

When Lin Xian wants to return home late every week, when Lin Xian returns, he will come to the living room to wait. Occasionally, Lin Xian hadn't returned when it was time to return, and Xiao Wanqing would be upset and uneasy, spending as many years as ever. But she did not dare to call the girl at will and urged Lin to send a decent care inquiry message to Lin Xian, and then she was relieved after receiving Lin Xian's reply.

She is actually a bit lost. If Lin Xian is willing to let her pick her up, she can be more at ease. But she is also reluctant to force her. If the child is older, she may always want to stay away from her elders and have more of her own free space.

Fortunately, Lin Xian would not let her worry about most of the time. In general, she can always step on at 9:30 and return home on time.

Today, too.

Lin Xian pushed the door open and saw it in the entrance, the familiar dim warm light from the living room.

Aunt Xiao, must be waiting for her again.

Sure enough, when she entered the living room, she saw Xiao Wanqing turned her head, stretched her eyebrows, smiled slightly, and greeted warmly: "Envy is back."

In a woman's light chuckle, in a faint eye wave, it seems to be able to dispel the coldness brought by her marching in the dark night and the cold wind. Lin Xian couldn't help but also smile, and softly responded to her: "Well, Aunt Xiao, I'm back."

Xiao Wanqing's performance was not obvious. She never deliberately said something like waiting for her to come back, only that every time, she could watch TV in the living room and happened to wait for herself. It just happened that Lin Xian gradually figured out the taste.

As usual, Xiao Wanqing has no habit of watching TV at this time. Lin Xian discovered it for two or three weeks in a row. On Friday and weekends, when she did not return late, Xiao Wanqing was even more obvious. At this point of time, she worked in the study room.

Lin Xian felt a little guilty about her late return, which affected Xiao Wanqing's normal work and rest, but was so caringly cared for by her sweetheart that she didn't show the mountains and rivers, she could see this warm and charming face that came to her dreams as soon as she returned home. In the end, it is still sweet, and I feel very useful.

In fact, if Aunt Xiao cared about her, she could be more enthusiastic, and when she saw the joy and peace of mind when she came back, she could be more obvious. She probably would be happier and more excited.

Xiao Wanqing didn't know what the girl was thinking.

She has always been careful to hold her feet, controlling the excessive enthusiasm and attention she has for Lin Xian as a crush, and grasping that she is standing in the position of an elder Lin Xian, not far from the younger generation. The right distance, lest he be too enthusiastic and too close to concern, will make Lin Xian, who is yearning for freedom, have the ill feeling of being restrained, uncomfortable and lacking personal space.

When she saw Lin Xian came back, she only dared to give Lin Xian a pretence. When she saw Lin Xian’s white and tender little face shining in the light, it seemed to be a little bit of bright water traces, and her eyes were down. When she saw that the sky blue jeans trousers had some dark and wet marks, she didn’t scratch. Frown.

Is it raining heavily outside?

She looked away and fixed her gaze on the TV screen again. Zhuangruo naturally talked to Lin Xian: "Is it raining? Go and take a shower, don't catch cold."