Love you as life

The next day, when she returned to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Little Xingxing brought over a stack of printing paper: "Sister Wen, take a look at these manuscripts."

Little Xingxing is a third-year student. Since her freshman year, she has come to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles every summer vacation, enthusiastically helping to organize manuscripts and designing layouts for our online magazine.This is a very careful girl who is warm and considerate to everyone in the Federation of Literature and Art.In order to prevent our eyes from being overly tired from staring at the computer for a long time, every time we encounter a good manuscript, we will edit it, print it out, and then read it to us.

"Have you dug another good seed?" I said with a smile.

"Well, it's a handful of the same seeds. Let's wait and see." Little Xingxing was a little noncommittal.

"You have a pair of discerning eyes that we recognize! Have you encountered an ultra-modern obscurism?" I joked.

"That's right, it made me look stupid. I don't know if it's too advanced. I can't understand it! It's really hazy!" She was a little puzzled.

"What's the content?"

"It seems very confusing, it seems to be praising love, it seems to regret youth, it seems to pursue dreams, and it seems to mourn life. The object of her love is more ethereal than Yi Ren in "On the Water Side"."

"Another sentimental little girl?" I have always had a headache for this kind of article, because I have to be very careful when dealing with the work, especially the author who is "easy to get hurt".

"No, it seems that she is a woman who has experienced ups and downs in her relationship. Her writing is very good, but she just doesn't know what she wants to express."

A woman with ups and downs in her relationship?I took the manuscript paper from Little Xingxing's hand: "Okay, let me appreciate it."

"Here—" Little Xingxing handed me a whole stack of manuscript paper, and heaved a sigh of relief, as if he finally got rid of a hemp ball entangled his hands.

It is Xiaoling's article.Even though it was nearly 20 years apart, I knew it when I saw it.It's still the same style, like the countless letters she wrote to me before, with ambiguous and affectionate sentences, those ambiguous words that are still waiting to be said, and those thoughts that made me fascinated and unable to touch.I think, only I can understand the rich meaning hidden in her sentence.

These "articles" are written for me.What should I do about it?publish it?Readers are left in the clouds.Set aside?It will hurt her self-esteem."Reply" to her, I don't want to...

"Little Xingxing, I don't know how to read it either, can you show it to the editor-in-chief?" I shouted at Little Xingxing who returned to my seat.

"Sister Wen, you don't understand either? No way?" Little Xingxing ran over in surprise.

"I just don't understand! Look at me so carefree, how can I deal with such delicate things?"

"You are so careless, you are a bold and unrestrained style, giggling, Su Dongpo doesn't understand Li Qingzhao's style." Little Xingxing smiled happily, this lively girl is also a "bold and unrestrained style", and likes straightforward things.

"Okay, let's find someone from the Grace School to interpret!" I handed all the manuscripts to her, "The hot taro should be given to those who love taro."

"Oh, those who love taro are back!" Following the clear voice of Little Xingxing, editor-in-chief He Yuewen pushed the door open.

"What? It seems that you said there is something delicious?" He Yuewen's rough voice rang out.

"Taro! Delicious hot taro!" Little Xingxing laughed.

"Huh? Where?" He Yuewen sniffed hard.This senior brother of mine, who was over forty, still looked like a big boy with a gluttonous mouth.

"Here, there are a lot!" Little Xingxing stretched out the stack of manuscript paper in his hand, sticking out his tongue.

"Hey hey, it turns out they are going to burn my hands!" He Yuewen snorted loudly, "Did Wen Qing read it?"

"Sister Wen and I can't understand it, so I ask you for advice!" Little Xingxing said mischievously.

"How could it be?" He Yuewen gave me a suspicious look.

"Really, I don't know how to deal with it, it's up to you to decide." I also made a face at him.

"Hey, there are also articles that you don't understand? Let's see which rare variety this taro is." He Yuewen sat down.

"This article? Isn't it very charming? It can be understood as a young girl's Huaichun, or a woman's yearning for spring, or an old woman..." He Yuewen said loudly after reading the manuscript.

I couldn't help but glared at him. To be honest, I don't want others to comment on Xiaoling's article like this.

"Hehehe, don't be angry. These articles are indeed vague, but the sentences are really beautiful and the artistic conception is very good. You see, 'I miss you under the dark clouds, you are the sunshine above my dark clouds''I Looking out from the car window, those mountains and waters seem to be the laughter we used to hold hands, and they rushed to my face with the melancholy wind." Every day in the past, every year in the past. You will stay in that sunny garden forever'... He Yuewenzhen tempted.

Yes, it is beautiful, very beautiful.It's just that I've grown insensitive to these words.

Little Xingxing opened his mouth and made a face at me: "It seems that a horse really needs to meet Bole to become a thousand-mile horse!"

"I want to use these manuscripts! Let those little girls who can moan without illness see what is sincere and affectionate, and let those little boys who can croak bluntly see what is reserved and meaningful!" On the punch.

We all couldn't help laughing, a literati is a literati, and this man in his forties still likes to "point out the world and inspire writing".

"Xiao He, don't get excited, don't get excited." Xiaoya at the desk behind him also laughed.Xiaoya is a 25-year-old, fashionable and bright girl. She usually likes Xiao He Xiao He. Because of her strong handling ability, she seems to have endless youthful vitality. He Yuewen asked her to work in magazine publishing and sales.

"Well, I haven't seen such a text for a long time, it's really good." He Yuewen said seriously.

"But the content is more important than the form." After all, she is a student, and Xiao Xingxing still follows the teachings of the teachers of the Chinese Department.

"Good language can give people a sense of beauty and imagination, and sometimes the content is empty." He Yuewen was completely conquered by Xiaoling's words, and he abandoned his usual strict requirements for substantial content.

This is not difficult to understand, I was also conquered by these words back then... I sighed in my heart, He Yuewen's life is step-by-step, everything is logical, he has no emotional turmoil, sometimes he is like a pure boy, It's not hard to understand why Xiaoling's words attracted her.What's more, Xiaoling's writing is really beautiful.

"When will this issue of the magazine come out?" I asked He Yuewen.

"Xiao Feng and Liang Qiuping have selected the manuscript two days earlier, and He Zhuojun and the others are editing it, and it is estimated that it will come out in the next two days. Oh, by the way, I want to put this 'Ai Wen' article in." He Yuewen glanced at it. With the manuscript paper in his hand, he shouted to the other side of the office: "He Zhuojun, insert these two articles! Put them as far forward as possible! Well, let's put them together with Wen Qing's essay, one bold and the other graceful, haha, They can be called double jades." He Yuewen smiled complacently, and gave me a "confidant" look.

I also smiled at him. I was moved by his appreciation and respect for me all the time. His own literary level was mediocre, but his kindness and sincerity won the respect of all colleagues.

But today, this kind-hearted brother gave me a problem. I know the meaning of the word 'Aiwen'. Putting our articles together is undoubtedly putting the fire starter and the explosive package together.I don't know what should I do next.

I'm literally "under the cloud" right now.

I lost my mood, and after staying for less than an hour, I left the Literary Federation. I didn't know where I should go, I didn't want to go to Fuyu Street, I didn't want to go shopping in the streets and alleys, I didn't want to go to my brother's house, I didn't want to read books, I didn't want to write.Once freelancers are too "free", they will wander around and have nothing to do.

"Wen Qing." An An tugged at my sleeve sitting at the desk.

"Wen Qing, what's the matter with you?" An An climbed onto my desk and wiped the tears under my eyes with her little hands.

"It's nothing." I lay on the five-year-old's lap, tears streaming down my face.An An's little hand stroked my hair and my neck, then moved her body and gently hugged my head.

"Wen Qing, shall we cook? Cooking can make you forget your unhappiness. I was unhappy when I was a child, so I went to the yard to play cooking games, and gradually I forgot my unhappiness. Really, I played Many times, I became very happy." An An said.

But I can't stop.

"Wen Qing..." An An's tone changed.

I raised my head and found two lines of tears streaming down An An's face, looking at me sadly.I hugged this villain tightly: "An'an, why are you crying too?"

"I don't know, I can't help being sad when I see you sad." An An twitched, shrugging her small shoulders.

"It's Wen Qing's fault, we won't cry anymore, huh? Let's cook together now, okay?" I wiped the tears from her mouth.

"Hmm." An An gave me a big smile.

An'an, I'll go home and cook. We all love to cook. Cooking can make us forget our sorrows and become peaceful and happy.I shuffled towards home.When I got home, I saw my mother picking vegetables in the yard.

"Mom, let me cook this meal." I walked to my mother and squatted down.

"Okay, let's do it together!" My mother looked at me with a smile on her face, and the smile lines on her face were like rays of sunshine.

Second, the atmosphere caused by the disaster

In the next few days, I didn't go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, so I stayed at home to clean up and down, and slowly took care of the yard full of flowers, trees, melons, fruits and vegetables.

When I was a child, what I hated the most in the countryside was doing this work. I dreamed of going to the city all day long, so as to escape the rural life of burying my head in the soil and weeds.When I grow up, what I dream about is that boundless land, where there are too many memories, too many silences, and too much sincerity.

One of the treasures that my hard-working mother gave me is a love for the land and crops, a natural, permanent and pleasant concern.

Not only can you forget your worries by cooking, but you can also do any hands-on work. This is what I learned from An An when I went to Liba Village, Wuxian County.

"Wen Qing..." An An was holding my sleeve again.

"I'm sorry, Ann." I wiped away the tears on my face and took her little hand.

"Why are you always sad? Is An An not good?" An An looked at me sadly.

"No, An'an is fine! It's Wen Qing who remembered some unhappy things."

"Then... let's play cooking games in the yard, shall we?" An An looked at me sympathetically.We've just had dinner and there's no way we'll be making another meal.

"What does Ann like to play?" I looked into her clear eyes.

"Well, I like watering, watering the trees and vegetables in the yard. The trees drink water by gurgling, and the vegetables absorb water by squeaking. Hahahaha! It's fun!" An An said Laughed happily.

"It's so fun? Then let's go water it." I was amused by her cute appearance.

We went to the yard to water, and then we broke off the dead leaves, and then we loosened the soil, and we were busy until dark.That evening was the happiest and most carefree since I arrived in Liba Village.

Later, as long as I realized that I was shrouded in bad emotions, I immediately tried to find a way to work, and let my troubles disappear little by little during labor.Seeing An An's busy and cheerful appearance by my side, I thought, this is an angel sent by God to me, and I can't be sorry for this child.

An An, how is she now?How has she been during the six years I've been away?

"Sister Wen, why haven't you come here for several days? Come back soon! Our online magazine is very lively!" Little Xingxing called me early in the morning.

"Oh? Well, have fun! I don't like lively things."

"It's you and that Ai Wen's board that is so lively! It's very interesting!" Little Xing Xing insisted that I go.Alas, I am too far behind. My computer at home only has the function of typing. I don't want to pull the network cable, thinking it is so clean.Otherwise I can read online magazines at home.

"Okay, I'll be there later." After hanging up the phone, all the troubles that I had swept away a little bit in the past few days came back all at once.

When I arrived at the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, seeing everyone smiling and looking at me, He Yuewen's gaze was even more mysterious.

"Hey, isn't that a gorilla in front of you?" I said loudly.

"Where is it, you are the incarnation of beauty and beauty!" He Yuewen laughed.

My head exploded when I heard it.

"This doesn't seem like a human speech." I found my seat and sat down, raising my legs in a rare way.

"Well, that's it! Hahaha, it's even more like this!" He Yuewen laughed even louder.

"Say! What do you mean! Otherwise I'll stab you!" I picked up the pen on the table, pulled off the cap and pointed it at He Yuewen.

"Hey hey, I really saw Wen Qing's real 'bold and unrestrained' look today! Hahaha..." He Yuewen was presumptuous for a while, but soon stopped laughing: "That's right, that Aiwen in your article I left a lot of words on the side, and the comments were very detailed and in-depth, and I admired and loved it, it is simply... We think she probably thinks of you as a man. Hahaha, Wenqing, you are attractive!"

"Is there such a good thing? Another increase in fans..." I turned on the host of the computer, but my heart was flustered and irritable.

Yes, I have never met such an enthusiastic "reader", I have become a "perfect writer", and those kind words made me blush.In addition, there are quite a few people who follow suit, discussing enthusiastically under Ai Wen's message, which is a bit like a hundred flowers contending.No wonder they tease me so much.

"Sister Wen, how are you going to reply?" Little Xingxing blinked her curious and expectant eyes.

"You don't need to reply?" How should I reply?

"You can't ignore it at all. People think you are arrogant, and it will affect the reputation of our magazine." He Yuewen disagreed.

"Wen Qing, I think this kind of communication between you authors is very good. We can create a special column for author discussions and interaction between authors and readers, so that the popularity of our magazine will definitely increase!" Liang Qiuping, deputy editor-in-chief, came over.She is a practical woman who is two years older than me. She is quick and efficient.

"Yes!" Xiao Feng, another deputy editor-in-chief, also came over. This big boy in his early thirties has a bookish air, a very gentle temper, and a bit childish.We all like to call him "Big Guy".

"Sister Qiuping's suggestion is very good. You see, our online magazine has only intercepted a few clips and put them up, which has such an effect. If it is printed as a book, the sales will definitely be better! Xiaoya, don't you think so? ?" Xiao Feng turned to Xiaoya who was sipping coffee and didn't interrupt.

"Well, that's for sure. But I have a worry." Xiaoya stopped.

"What are you worried about?" Xiao Feng was a little surprised.

"You've all noticed that Aiwen's comment on Sister Wen seems to have a lot of personal feelings..." Xiaoya looked at me and smiled, "It seems that there is really something wrong! If it doesn't work out, it will be very troublesome."

"I think so too." Little Xingxing answered immediately, "It seems that Sister Wen is the woman of her dreams!"

"Wen Qing, do you know you've caused trouble?" He Yuewen smirked, "Such a majestic style of writing, people have a crush on him as a man! Hahaha..."

I glared at him, this guy is excited enough for today.

"Please let me go! I am most afraid of getting into trouble, and you all know that. I never communicate with authors and readers, so please help me to be polite!" I said.I am definitely not arrogant, I am afraid, afraid to completely confess my heart when communicating with readers, it is impossible to confess.

"Hey, Wenqing, I really don't understand why you don't want to communicate with readers? In fact, you can do a good job, you are so considerate." He Yuewen shook his head.

"Xiao He, Sister Wen is a person who does not eat fireworks in the world, why must she drag her into the world of mortals to suffer!" Xiaoya said.

"That's right, Wenqing is not suitable for this job, it's just a pity." He Yuewen sighed.

"Wen Qing is good like this. Everyone has their own position. Wen Qing's most suitable position is to write manuscripts. If she messes up, it will affect her writing." Qiuping said, "Okay, let's help you deal with it. Whether this column can be opened or not depends on the situation!" As expected of a capable person, Qiuping handled things quickly and well.

"Okay! The problem is solved! Come on, ice cream or milk tea? My treat!" I stood up.

"Hey hey, fish and bear's paw, you can do whatever you want..." Xiao Feng grinned mischievously like Mickey Mouse.

What would Xiaoling think?When I came home, all my so-called "happiness", "relaxation" and "boldness" were gone.What is she coming back for?Why do you want to contribute like this?Why are you so enthusiastic about my article?What is she thinking?If I'm so indifferent, maybe she won't show up again?Can we get back to calm again?After all, everything is in the past.

Three, waves

"Sister Wen, why don't you come over here! Something went wrong!" A few days later, Little Xingxing called again.

When I walked into the office of the Federation of Literature and Art Circles, all the colleagues of the Federation of Literature and Art Circles stood up.

"Wen Qing, you have to calm down." He Yuewen looked at me seriously and worriedly.

"Where is the fire?" Seeing them all mourning silently, I smiled.

"Your article is on fire." Xiaoya looked at me thoughtfully.

"Is it that serious?" I turned on my computer.Qiuping came over and stood behind me.

It really caught fire, my article was dismembered, distorted, ridiculed, ridiculed... It was criticized in a mess, and the strange thing is that Ai Wen's article was also made into a mess, and some people suspected that I had an affair with her ", the statement is very ugly.Our magazine has always had a good reputation, and there has never been such a problem.

"I don't know where these messy people come from!" He Yuewen was very annoyed.

"It doesn't have to be a group of people, it may be a single person. Now many people on the Internet will pretend to be many people's identities to post and reply. Some people even become dozens of people to discuss in their blogs and pour water on each other. , made my blog flourish. I think we may have encountered such a player.” Xiaoya said.

"There are such boring people!" Xiao Feng was very angry.

"It's not surprising. Many people are not satisfied in reality, so they go to the Internet to build a narcissistic homeland, or sensationalize and spread rumors to make trouble." Qiuping is very calm.

"But we haven't offended anyone, why did we meet these villains!" Little Xingxing huffed.

"It's a bit strange. The problem kept popping up after that Aiwen appeared." Xiaoya sipped her favorite coffee.

"Wen Qing, are you okay?" Qiuping put her hand on my shoulder.

"I don't care, it's just that our magazine is affected." It's a lie to say that I'm not shocked, and it's a lie to say that I'm not angry. I even want to find someone to fight with. Few people can bear such language of.I know, these comments are directed at me, but why?Who the hell is so boring?I have never had any enemies...

"It's too much! They scolded so viciously and viciously, like a group of vicious dogs barking!" He Yuewen punched the table, "Wen Qing, don't take those words to heart, just treat them as bullshit!"

"Wen Qing, don't worry about it. We didn't want you to know. It's because everyone can't hold back their anger for a while. Let's deal with this matter. You can just pretend that nothing happened. Our magazine should not be affected. Too much impact. Readers' eyes are bright." Qiuping comforted me.

"Yes, don't bother Wen Qing, these bad things get worse the more you deal with them. F**k, who is so shameless! I'm full!" He Yuewen punched the table again.

"I'm sorry to cause you trouble!" I was a little depressed.

"It's not your fault." Qiuping said, "Don't think too much, it's not worth it to be spoiled by these trash characters. Seeing that you are very tired, go back, and you can write your own manuscript with peace of mind."

I walked down the street in a trance.There seemed to be a lot of people on the street today, and everyone seemed to be going to do something big, so excited and noisy, shoulder to shoulder pushing and shoving.The white sunshine of July made their backs flash around me like lightning flashes, and those noisy shouts hit my ears and temples one by one, and the sour smell of dry, hot and rancid sweat was overwhelming. No matter how hard I try, I can't get a breath of fresh air.

"Sister Wen, Sister Wen!" Someone called me.

It's Xiaoya.

"Yeah." I shook my head.

"Sister Wen, are you okay?" Xiaoya took my arm, "You look so ugly!"

"It's okay." I lied, "What's wrong? Something happened again?"

"No. I want to ask you something." Xiaoya looked into my eyes firmly.

"What's the matter?" I couldn't help but my heart beat, this girl with sharp eyes and thoughts made me flustered involuntarily.

"That's right... Do we want to investigate the situation of that Ai Wen? I think she brought everything out." Xiaoya continued to look at me, "Before she appeared, we were calm. Layers of waves."

"This..." I became inexplicably annoyed, "She is also a victim!"

"Not necessarily." Xiaoya turned her eyes to the sky.

"??" I really couldn't understand.

"Sister Wen, you are too pure to know the dangers of society."

"Is it that serious?" I was amused by her seriousness and sophistication, as if she were a 70-year-old woman and I was a three-year-old.

"Could it be that Ai Wen will discredit herself?" Seeing that she was still looking dignified, I said.

"It's hard to say, to see what her purpose is. Sister Wen, do you know each other?" Xiaoya suddenly turned her head and looked directly at me.

"Why do you ask like that?" This girl is too powerful.

"Her articles and comments are very special, as if you are..." Xiaoya stopped.

"I don't know if I know her, after all, she didn't appear in front of us." I said calmly.

"Sister Wen, I'm sorry, I don't mean anything... I just want to find out what's going on..." Xiaowen was a little embarrassed.

"I know...but it's not appropriate for us to inquire about an author casually."

"That's right... Oh, forget it, I won't cause this trouble anymore. I'm leaving." Xiaoya turned around with a smile.

I watched her fashionable short skirt fluttering rhythmically under the close-fitting vest. What did this girl think of?Her imagination is too rich. How could Xiaoling, who cares about face, slander herself? I can't imagine that she can use such dirty and vicious language. She loves beauty so much and pays attention to image!Besides, she had no reason to do so.As for who is so unpredictable, it is really difficult to figure out with my IQ, I am too "pure", as Xiaoya said just now.

If you don't know, don't worry about it. I have always avoided troublesome things like this. As for whether Xiaoya will investigate "Ai Wen", as for whether everyone will know the past between me and her, it is not important anymore. The whole world knows It doesn't matter.

The noon in July began to be less stuffy and dazzling, and I walked along the river to Fuyu Street unconsciously.

I haven't been here since "First Love" closed. Xiaoling is in the past, and An An is also in the past. This first love is also in the past. I should let go of what I accidentally mentioned.

The owner of the fragrant flower shop stared at me exaggeratedly:

"Oh, why haven't you come here for so long! Come in, sit down! The sun is so poisonous!" She pulled me over as if she saw an old friend reunited after a long absence, and pushed me onto the wicker chair in the flower shop, " I was still worried about what happened to you, you looked so bad that day! It’s fine now! You’ve been helping my flower shop for two years, and it hasn’t been that long!” She looked at her with loving eyes like a daughter Look at me, she is actually not much older than me...

"Thank you for your concern! I'm fine, maybe I have a little heat stroke..." I looked around her flowers absent-mindedly.

"Hi, today's flowers are very fresh!" She sensed my thoughts with empathy, "A batch was delivered early in the morning, and another batch was replenished at ten o'clock just now. Hey, the daisies you like just came in , as if I knew you were coming today!" She immediately moved the bucket of daisies in the corner to me.

I had spotted it a long time ago, and my eyes stayed there.Ann, there she is, in those daisies.My heart is hurting.I don't want to see Chrysanthemum again now, my mood fluctuates too much during this period, it's a bit unbearable.

I unconsciously shifted my gaze to "First Love", and the rolling gate was still quietly pulled there, and the hot sun shining on the iron gate turned out to be icy cold.

"My daisies are definitely not worse than hers!" The female boss was a little annoyed.

"Yeah, it's very fresh and beautiful! I haven't bought one for a long time, and I want a lot." I smiled at her.

Seeing me like this, she regained her enthusiasm just now, and said, "The shop owner didn't withdraw the berth, and he will probably come back."

I was grateful for her kindness, but her words stirred up waves in my heart again.I nodded unconsciously as I picked out the flowers I wanted.In fact, I am not picking, my eyes are blankly over those colorful flowers, my fingers are as confused as my thoughts, and I can't start.Seeing that I was dazzled by flowers, the female boss picked two flowers for me according to the characteristics of my usual flower purchases.

When I came home with flowers, I was in a trance. I had a strong urge to throw that bouquet of daisies into the trash can, but I was even more afraid that I would accidentally throw it away, so it seemed like Like protecting a priceless treasure, he hugged it tightly to his chest.

Wandering, I feel like I'm wandering the streets at noon in July.

Four, reunion

I no longer go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and I will not go to Qihui Hall for the time being. There are two other teachers in the Chinese Studies class who teach because of their interest in ancient culture. The three of us take random turns according to our respective needs. Go to class.I accompanied my parents to the tea market to drink tea leisurely and watch all kinds of people in the smoke.Walking with the two of them, watching TV, and watching entertainment movies that I think is a waste of time on weekdays.Go to the market with my mother to buy vegetables and meat, and do homework with the hawker.

Just passed a few days of extremely leisurely and thoughtless days.If life is really that simple, I envy those who only pursue three meals a day, sleep for eight hours, and then play mahjong leisurely.

However, worry-free is short-lived, and conflicts cannot be avoided.One afternoon, I received a very strange phone call.

"Hello, is this Ms. Wenqing?" Just after pressing the answer button, a thick male voice was heard.

"Yes, who?"

"I'm Xiaoling's husband."

"Oh..." I seemed to be hit by his thick voice.

"I just got your call from your Literary Federation. I want to ask you, when will you put Xiaoling back!"

"Put it back? We..." I was baffled.

"Didn't Xiaoling go to your magazine to help you deal with a topic? Hasn't it been done yet? She's been there for a month!" The man who claimed to be Mr. Xiaoling was a little impatient.

"I'm sorry, I think you misunderstood..." I didn't know what to say, what Xiaoling said, and didn't my father say that she was divorced?

"I know you are old friends, and I haven't seen you for many years, but you can't stay home because of this, the children are sick, and I'm busy..."

I really didn't know what to say, so I finally said, "Okay, give me Xiaoling's cell phone number."

"You don't have her cell phone number? What do you mean!" The other party was greatly puzzled.

"Oh... I went to a friend's house last night, and the phone book was left at her house. In the morning, my brother's child was playing with my phone and accidentally deleted some numbers. I'm always slow with numbers." I made up a story , "Sorry, I want to contact Xiaoling now."

"Well, I was also impatient for a while. The company is really busy, there is something to do in my hometown, and the child's grandma has gone back." He explained.

"Well, how old is the child?" I asked casually.

"Five years old. Didn't Xiao Ling tell you?"

"Oh...we've been busy." I was surprised, Xiaoling should have been married for almost 20 years.But it's inconvenient to ask again, and in fact I don't want to ask again.

After dinner, I met Xiaoling at the hotel where she was staying.She didn't want to come out - she was still so proud, human nature is really hard to change.

I walked towards my former lover in the glorious sunset.

I opened the door and faced me with an extremely familiar face. Although the years have left many marks on her face, everything about her, including her breath, is so shockingly familiar. Petite and dainty, the white sundress shows off her curves and curves even more.

Xiaoling smiled at me, but flashes of light flashed in her eyes, love, resentment, anger, arrogance, doubt, irritability, remorse, shyness, anticipation... It seemed that all the complex emotions in the world were in her heart The sudden gathering made her at a loss, unable to hide but trying to hide.Passionate eyes, indifferent face, exaggerated movements... Xiaoling, this is the girl I have loved with my life for ten years, no, she is already a woman...

"What do you want from me?" She suddenly asked coldly.

I didn't speak, walked into the room and sat on the sofa.

"Your husband called me." I looked into her eyes quietly.

"Oh? Really?" She was still cold, but there was a flash of panic in her eyes.

"He said you told him to help me with the magazine column," I still stared into her eyes, "ask me why I didn't let you go home."

"He talks nonsense!" Xiaoling's face turned pale.

I didn't speak, just looked at her.

"Don't look at me like that! Don't think you're great! You think I'm really here for you!" Xiaoling suddenly became very excited and manic.

"I know you won't come for me, but why..." I stared at her slightly out of control face.

"Wen Qing, why did you cut your hair?" Xiao Ling suddenly became quiet, her eyes were full of love and compassion, and her curved slender eyebrows were full of sadness.

"Oh, it's so convenient." I looked away.

"Wen Qing, I want to have hair like yours." An comforted the long hair on my shoulders.

"Well, okay, I'll braid your hair when it grows."

"I don't want to braid my hair, I want to be like you." An An said stubbornly.

"Okay, just like me, An An is the same as Wen Qing." I pinched her little nose.

A few months later, Anna's dark and smooth hair fell to her shoulders.An'an has to wash her hair every night, because Song's mother said that if you wash your hair frequently, your hair will grow faster.Every day when I wash An An's hair, she would look at my hair in the mirror with bright black eyes, then at her hair covered with bubbles, and say happily: "Wen Qing, I I'm catching up with you!" An'an was about to drive me out after washing my hair, she always took a bath by herself.After she came out, her hair was sticking to her neck wet again, and I dried her little by little.

On the first day of school, I asked An An to carry her small sky blue schoolbag, picked her up and put her on the back seat of the bicycle, and rode to school.

"An'an, the sun is out, it is very happy to shine on you, I wish you a primary school student!" When I arrived at the school gate, I hugged An'an down.

"Well, it's great! After a while, it will follow me home from school." An'an smiled sweetly at me, "You will wait for me to go home from school with the sun at the school gate, won't you?"

"Of course, I want to hear you tell me what it's like to go to elementary school."

"Well, I will keep all kinds of tastes in mind and tell you well. I also want you to tell me the taste of your elementary school, and see which of us has better taste." An An tilted her head and looked at me with a smile .

"Well, good. It's time to go in." On the stone road with green grass on both sides outside the school gate, I knelt down and held her arms.

She quickly put her arms around my head and held me tight