Flash marriage does not end well

It was still early when we arrived, and there was a faint twilight in the sky. Lin Qian led Wen Yang out of the car.

The neighbor's house here is an ordinary two-bedroom house, which has already been cleaned and is quite tidy.Han Dong hurried back and didn't stay long. After saying goodbye to him, Lin Qian went to make the bed, and just after making the bed, his aunt arrived.

Lin Qian grew up with her grandparents, and her aunt lived not far away, and she often had a close relationship with her.A few years ago, Lin Qian would take Wen Yang back during Chinese New Year, but this year he did not return because of Wen Yang's winter camp.

In fact, there is another layer, which is about unemployment, Lin Qian has not dared to tell her aunt yet.

In previous years, every time I went back, my aunt would always tell him to come home, saying that my cousin had a good job in the local area, and he would be able to take care of me when he came back, but Lin Qian always pretended to be silly and smiled and got away.

He knew what his aunt thought, and when he went back to work, the next step was to introduce someone to him, and he was not happy.

After the arrival of my aunt and cousin, the small house suddenly became lively. Pete finished his studies.They booked a hotel near here, they will sleep at night, and they will go back on the third day of the Lunar New Year.

My cousin is one year older than Lin Qian, but he has just been married for two years and has no children. He likes Wen Yang very much. He bought him a bunch of toys and snacks and played with him in the living room.

It happened to be meal time, and after telling the old aunt what she said, she had to cook a meal herself, so Lin Qian stood aside, holding a small pot and standing aside picking vegetables and leaves, listening to her aunt's chat.

The topic went around, but as expected, it still turned to Lin Qian. This time, my aunt changed her strategy and casually talked about the enrollment rate of her home school while chopping vegetables.

"...The school that your cousin's classmate is in now has been rated as a key point. It can go straight to a good junior high school and high school. It is no worse than the school here. It would be good for Wen Yang to transfer back."

Lin Qian buried her head in picking the vegetable leaves, and answered twice from time to time.

"You didn't listen to me again, did you?" Auntie stopped the kitchen knife in her hand, showing a helpless look, "Little Qian, did you lose your job last month?"

Lin Qian suddenly shook his hands, raised his head embarrassingly, and pursed his lips guiltily.

"Don't think that if you are alone in City B, you don't know anything about your family. If you have any difficulties, you should ask to know? Did you stop kissing your aunt?"

The elderly aunt frowned tightly, and the corners of her eyes drooped under the pressure of slightly loose skin.She was half a head shorter than Lin Qian, and she had to raise her head slightly when looking at him. Her shoulders were thin and narrow, but Lin Qianhuang recalled a long-lost feeling of being unconditionally cared for.

"No."

Lin Qian rubbed her nose, smiled a few times, and said nice things to coax her.

"Then listen to what my aunt said. You are not very old now. Even if you take Wen Yang with you, you can live well when you go back. My aunt will retire in the next year. In the end, I will help you find a relationship and get a job. It is more comfortable than being here." no?"

She lowered her eyes, "Are you afraid that your aunt will force you to find someone?"

"Xiao Qian, come back, you can live alone."

The vegetable leaves in Lin Qian's hand were unpicked, so he had to raise his head again, met her concerned and worried eyes, couldn't bear to say harsh words for a while, so he nodded obediently, and said: "Let's have a good year first, and we will see you in the next year." If the situation is not good, I will take Wen Yang back and spend more time with you."

Auntie showed a slightly relieved expression on her face, and clicked to stop.

Just as Lin Qian was about to hand over the picked vegetables, he heard the sound of "clicking" coming from the kitchen door, accompanied by the movement of the door frame being pushed and pulled.

A few seconds later, the kitchen door was finally opened, and Wen Yang appeared by the door, still holding Lin Qian's mobile phone.

"Yangyang, what's wrong?"

"Dad, call."

Wen Yang brought the phone over, but when he saw it, the other party had already hung up.

Lin Qian stood where he was and looked at the caller number for a while.

It's Wen Zhihan's.

He rubbed his fingers twice in a daze, but he didn't call back, but went to the kitchen door to check.

The old-fashioned sliding door, the upper half is glass, but Wen Yang is not too high, and I was talking to my aunt just now, so I didn't notice it.The door lock has not been used for a long time, it seems to be a little rusty, it is not easy to open, Wen Yang just held up the phone and opened it for a long time.

After closing the door, Lin Qian stood and listened quietly.It is not noisy inside before the fire is fired, the door panel is not very thick, the sound insulation effect is average, and the voice of talking can be roughly heard.

He checked his phone, afraid that Wen Zhihan would call him for something, so he waited patiently for a while, but the phone remained silent.

"Xiao Qian—"

Intermittent shouts came from the kitchen, Lin Qian exhaled slowly, and threw the phone back on the sofa.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the seasoning and ingredients were put into the pan together, and the oil pan squeaked and squeaked, and a strong aroma of vegetables came from the small kitchen.Cousin and Wen Yang put plates on the table like a relay, and Lin Qian opened a bottle of carbonated drink which was rare, fine bubbles rushed up, and the festive atmosphere spread instantly.

Halfway through a hot meal, the wind gradually picked up outside.While talking and joking, Lin Qian found that the windows of the dining room were not closed tightly, and the window frames were knocked down by the wind, and the curtains were also bulging like sails.

He put down his chopsticks and got up to close the window.

Only after passing by did she realize that the curtains were hooked to the window. Lin Qian propped her feet together to gather the flying curtains and put them under her arms. silhouette.

The man stood leaning against the car, his hair and the hem of his clothes were blown up by the wind, half of his face was buried in the collar, only a pair of faint eyes were exposed, one hand was in the pocket of the coat, and the other hand was held up. The mobile phone, glowing brightly, was laid on the side of the ear, the head was slightly raised, the jaw line was straightened, and the eyes moved across the dozens of windows in front of him.

hum-

The phone vibrates on the sofa.

Lin Qian was stunned for a while before realizing it, and hurried to pick it up.

After a short interval, Rusha's voice came out from the loudspeaker. While listening, he walked back to the window, opened the curtains a little, and looked downstairs.

Everywhere in the field of vision was shaken by the strong wind, including Wen Zhihan's figure, like a thin paper kite, as if it would be blown away in a second.

Lin Qian felt something was wrong, frowned and moved closer, noticing that Wen Zhihan was staggering, hesitated a bit, grabbed his coat, opened the door, and went downstairs.

The wind outside was stronger than what he could feel indoors. Lin Qian shielded his forehead with his hands and trot over, seeing the black toes of the opponent's shoes for the first time.

Looking up, I saw Wen Zhihan standing alone next to a trash can, with an expression of abandonment on his face, lost and at a loss.The moment he saw him, he hung up the phone in a daze, then stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and hugged him tentatively.

After feeling his shoulders sinking, Lin Qian stepped back instinctively, but was stopped by the hot breath on his cheeks.

"Wen Zhihan," he patted the other person's back, frowning, "Do you have a fever?"

The person lying on his shoulders did not move for a long time, Lin Qian took a deep breath, worried about the strong wind, and took a lot of effort to carry Wen Zhihan back into the car.

As soon as the car door was closed, the whistling wind stopped abruptly.

Lin Qian looked back at Wen Zhihan who was leaning against the car window, paused, and touched his face with the back of his hand.

It's a little hot, but it shouldn't be serious.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact Qin Tezhu, but thinking that Wen Zhihan had mentioned before that Qin Tezhu was on vacation during the Chinese New Year, he might not be able to contact him right now, so after thinking about it, he went to pat Wen Zhihan's arm .

"Go to the hospital or call your family doctor?"

Wen Zhihan who returned to the car seemed to have regained a little consciousness, rubbed his temples and slowly half-opened his eyes, and glanced at Lin Qian.

"Go home and take some medicine."

He cleared his hoarse throat slightly, but there was still a nasal sound that could not be ignored when he spoke, "I went to play squash for a while in the afternoon, and I didn't see your message, so I was a little late in replying."

"Is it okay to just take medicine?" Lin Qian frowned, and suddenly thought of something, and asked, "You came here just after playing?"

"Ah."

"Then you don't deserve it."

Lin Qian looked at the thin clothes on his body and couldn't help cursing.

Sweating all over and blowing cold wind, it's hard to justify not catching a cold.

He quickly contacted a surrogate driver, the distance was a bit far away, and it took more than ten minutes to arrive, and then opened the online pharmacy.

"Can I still take the medicine for fever and cold at home? Do I need to buy it again? Oh yes, is the aunt at home on vacation? Does anyone care about you when you go back? Besides..."

He thought about it for a long time, but Wen Zhihan didn't reply. He fell on the car seat, with half of his face submerged in the shadows, listless. It took him a while to wake up, and he grabbed Lin Qian's wrist: " ...Do you really want to go back with your aunt?"

Lin Qian held back her breath for a while, and said helplessly, "You're not listening to me, are you?"

"Ah."

Straightforward.

Lin Qianbie started, not wanting to argue with the patient, but heard the other party call his name again.

"Lin Qian."

"Now you are far away from me."

"Any farther away, I can't bear it."

When Wen Zhihan said this, he spoke very slowly and his voice was not high, as if he was talking to himself, the last few words were mixed with a strong nasal sound, and his tone changed.

Lin Qian's chest was tight, her breathing seemed to be held by something, and she couldn't breathe smoothly, and her complexion suddenly became very bad.Opening his mouth, he could only scribble and vaguely say: "Not sure yet, let's talk about it after a year."

Wen Zhihan, who had been silent all this time, seemed to be awakened by this sentence, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he had a real feeling that the other party might really leave at this moment, every nerve trembled, and the huge pain spread Limbs and bones.

No.

No, this doesn't work.

He paused for a long time, then struggled to sit up, climbed on the car seat, and leaned towards the driver's seat.When he turned around again, the man trembled uncontrollably and forced a bunch of things into Lin Qian's hands.

Lin Qian was stunned, and looked down, car keys, wallets, cards, driver's license, a pile of odds and ends, before he could speak, Wen Zhihan stretched out his hand and put it in his palm.

"Lin Qian, what do you want? Do you like these?" He pressed hard on his throbbing temples a few times, grabbed Lin Qian's fingers with his backhand, pulled them over, and stuck them to his face, "I Well, can you still see it?"

Wen Zhihan's slightly chapped lips opened and closed, his eyes fell on the drooping eyelashes of the person in front of him, and he begged in a hoarse voice: "I spent a few days thinking about it, it's okay if we don't get back together."

"Don't go?"