Flash marriage does not end well

In his memory, Lin Qian disliked typhoon days the most, and when he picked up the call from his aunt by mistake, the typhoon was approaching.Struggling to get up from Wen Zhihan's bed, he stepped on his slippers and went to the balcony of the next room, looking up at the dark sky full of dark clouds.

He was a little afraid to look at his aunt's face, and glanced at the time to find that it was already 10:30, and a feeling of being finished swept through his mind at the speed of light.

I don't know when it ended last night, and his biological clock, which has always been stable, rarely fails.A few minutes ago, I vaguely heard the phone ringing. I thought it was an alarm clock. I didn't even have time to open my eyes, so I opened it intuitively.

Auntie's voice suddenly rang out in a quiet room, and the atmosphere could be called horrifying. For a moment, his mind was suspended, and the next second, Wen Zhihan, who was half asleep and half awake, turned over, leaned over with his bare shoulders, and hugged him accurately. he.

He heard his aunt's voice stop abruptly, and at the same time, his own heartbeat stopped abruptly.

The dark clouds outside began to roll in, and the low air pressure before the rain made Lin Qian a little uncomfortable. He was standing next to the balcony guardrail, but now he squatted down and concentrated on the carefully tended flowers and plants on the terrace.Like a primary school student who made a mistake, he bowed his head and was scolded. The voice on the other end of the phone pierced his ears, but he just answered, even though the tone of the elder on the other side became stronger.

When Wen Zhihan came to look for Lin Qianshi, he could only see his back squatting on the terrace, surrounded by the crazy green leaves through the glass sliding door, thin and thin, with a faint red circle on his bare rear ankle.After getting a little closer, he heard Lin Qian say in a low voice but firmly: "...I know what I'm doing."

He stopped walking forward, stood for a few seconds, turned around and poured a glass of warm water, thought for a while, added a little honey, and stood and waited.

A few minutes later, Lin Qian finally hung up the phone, exhaled heavily into the gray sky outside, swung his shoulders and even his whole body, then came out grabbing the phone, and bumped into Wen Zhihan head-on.

"you're awake?"

"Ah."

Wen Zhihan handed him the still warm honey water, and he drank it in a few gulps, looked at Wen Zhihan for a long time, and finally grinned inexplicably on his lips that were stained with water.

"My aunt has only one thing to say. She thinks you are irresponsible, and I will definitely suffer if I am with you again. But Wen Zhihan, I am not afraid of disadvantage from the beginning to the end."

He put down the cup casually, and hugged Wen Zhihan like a stalking koala amidst the murmur of rumbling rain brewing outside, listening to the beating of his heart in his chest.

"I met you when I was in college. You are good-looking, you have a good family, you are also very good, and your temper is not bad. In my opinion, the marriage proposal is even more romantic. Of course I will fall in love with you." , It’s taken for granted. But in fact, you are stubborn and self-absorbed, love to get into trouble, sometimes you speak harshly, your family relationship is in a mess, you are a bit greedy in bed, and you have a lot of problems that are not visible on the surface. Wen Zhihan, I am in the end After fully seeing you as a person, I still fall in love with you, the second time."

The sky suddenly darkened, the wind howled, and the raindrops fell suddenly, beating the window sill one after another.

"I believe I'm 28 and will make a more mature decision than that."

The sound of rain penetrated the glass and oscillated back and forth between the walls, until a crisp "click" suddenly sounded in my ears——

Wen Zhihan turned on the light.

He didn't say anything, just looked back.

White light instantly covered every corner of the field of vision, the darkness faded away, and the room was bright.

In the evening, the rainstorm finally showed signs of stopping. After taking a shower, Lin Qian received a call from her cousin, saying that her aunt was still angry, "It is inevitable that I will be a little stubborn when I am old, and I feel that the juniors don't care about what I say. Well, wait for her to figure it out after a while."

Cousin’s acceptance is a little higher than aunt’s, and he also said that he tried to introduce friends to Lin Qian years ago, but was repeatedly rejected. He already had a hunch at that time, and it’s not too unexpected now? Hey, Pete? Finished school.Then he talked about the situation at home in bits and pieces, and was about to call Wen Yang over to talk, when his voice stopped suddenly, "Your aunt is here, I will find time tomorrow for Wen Yang to call you back."

Immediately, the call was cut off suddenly, Lin Qian put down the phone in a daze, and sighed.

"Do you want to pick Wen Yang back?" Wen Zhihan happened to come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and asked while wiping his hair, "It should be time to pick him up."

"Forget it," Lin Qian shook her head, fell down on the big bed with a sad face, and rubbed the knot between her brows. "In my aunt's opinion, what is the difference between picking up a child and snatching a child? Take it easy during this sensitive period." .”

Wen Zhihan asked a second time: "Is it really not necessary?"

"No need!" Lin Qianxiang was stabbed in some sore spot, kicked her legs hard, sat up, her hair curled up, and emphasized loudly under Wen Zhihan's staring eyes, "I'm an adult, how could I do it two or three times?" Do you miss a child when you don't see each other?"

Then he went to the table to get the tablet, lay back on the bed, poked his fingers on the screen, picked a movie at random and started watching.

A lukewarm romance with a slow pace.

Wen Zhihan didn't say anything, and went to deal with some urgent documents for the first 10 minutes, then pulled the quilt away, lay down beside him, and held the tablet for him.

Halfway through the progress bar, Wen Zhihan glanced down at the motionless Lin Qian, then tapped his finger, and the screen paused.

Lin Qian came back from the distracted state and asked, "Why did you stop?"

"You're not watching either."

Wen Zhihan turned off the interface, put the tablet on the bedside table, and when he came back, stretched his arms around him, with some words in his throat, stroked the tip of his hair one by one, like smoothing a cat's fur.

"Tell me about Wen Yang?"

The person in his arms didn't make a sound at first, and after being quiet for a long time, he asked back, "What do you want to hear?"

"It's all right."

Lin Qian then thought about it carefully. In the past eight or nine years, countless memory fragments flew before his eyes like snowflakes, but most of the details were blurred. He picked up the little things that still impressed him, and told Wen Zhi Cold to hear.

"... Don't think that Wen Yang is very smart now, but he can only speak when he is over a year old. At that time, I even thought, I'm not stupid anyway, could it be that you look like a human, but you are actually a fool? I hired a lot of teachers to make it up when I was young, and you still don’t know what to do, the more you think about it, the more you think it makes sense, but luckily Wen Yang finally spoke—do you know what the first sentence he said was?"

"what?"

Lin Qian raised her head, squeezed Wen Zhihan's chin and stared at it for a while, then smiled to herself.

"—is a fool."

"I was stunned for a moment, and when I realized it, I was very happy. I felt worthy of being raised by me. The first sentence I said was to help me scold you and help me vent my anger."

Wen Zhihan laughed dumbfoundedly.

"Wen Yang was also very interesting when he was in kindergarten. He learned everything very quickly. He almost never forgot the literacy and picture classes in the small class. Once a new teacher came to their class in the big class. He secretly went to listen to it. Half of it was discovered by the teacher, but when I asked him what he just taught, the plenary meeting was already over. The teacher asked me to go back and teach it, and he asked me why I couldn’t go directly to the big class, because he could learn it anyway.”

"At that time, I was annoyed by a Party A at work, and my attitude was not good. I took the opportunity to tell him harshly. Don't be in a hurry. You have to learn every year, and you have to do one job at a time. , Even if it’s love, we have to talk about it little by little, and marriage is even more important. If you are too anxious, there will be no good end, and you will definitely meet people with bad intentions..."

Wen Zhihan vacated his seat lazily, and said, "Didn't we talk about Wen Yang? How come you started cursing?"

"Understand," Lin Qian leaned against his chest, looking up at the high ceiling, "I can't help it."

It seemed to be raining again outside the window, and the wind with raindrops seemed to drift in. Lin Qian's eyes flicked around the room. The wardrobe, the paintings on the wall, the bedside stool, and the carpet were all Lying quietly in the dim light streaming from the bedside lamp, it is peaceful and quiet.

He suddenly felt an unreasonable sense of illusion, as if the past eight years were just an overly real dream. He paused for a while, without taking his eyes back, but raised his hand, and in the warm light, slowly and slowly Rubbing Wen Zhihan's cheeks, chin and ears.

Real, throbbing, skin and pulse.

He continued to talk, and Wen Zhihan continued to listen quietly until the night got darker, and he couldn't lift his eyelids, and fell into a deep dream.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and the city that had been tormented by the typhoon for a week finally cleared up.

Secretary Xiao Mo and Xiao Fang couldn't wait to get into the rest room one after the other after the meeting, with beaming smiles on their faces. They just won a big project after spending two or three months. I heard that the reward will be A five-day and four-night island tour—it’s far more humane than just adding bonuses at the end of the year in the past. While excitedly planning, the two lamented that people who are in love are different. It turns out that workaholics have also begun to understand life. In the lounge The air was extraordinarily cheerful.

On the other end, Wen Zhihan's expression was normal, and he even seemed to be preoccupied, looking at his phone from time to time, staring at the tall buildings outside the window in a daze.

Qin Special Assistant just came back from the legal office, filed the contract, and asked casually upon seeing the situation: "Mr. Wen, what's the matter?"

Wen Zhihan was called back to his senses, fell silent for a moment, and shook his head.

It's not a difficult matter, but it's just that Lin Qian insisted that he didn't want to, it wasn't necessary, and he should do whatever he wanted when asked, but in fact it was like a dumpling with a broken skin, revealing the stuffing at a glance.

One night a few days ago, Lin Qian suddenly made a bowl of sugar water and eggs and brought it to his study, saying that he would serve it as supper. He kept his face on the surface, but in fact, he almost wanted to keep the bowl as a souvenir. He was still having dinner with his classmate Wan Sen. Consciously or unintentionally mentioned it several times, Wan Sen snorted contemptuously all night.

On the second night, he was still waiting in the study, looking forward to it with his fingers. As expected, Lin Qian knocked on the door again and came in, with a sweet smile on his face that Wen Zhihan thought was an angel, but when the lid was opened, it was still the same. Eggs in sugar water.

At that moment, Wen Zhihan comforted himself, it's okay, it doesn't matter, so what if he can only do this one, anyway, he did it with his own hands.

It wasn't until Lin Qian accidentally leaked the truth that he learned that eggs in sugar water were Wen Yang's favorite supper when he was a child, and he was most likely just a tool for Lin Qian to distract his thoughts.

When drinking the sugar water that is too sweet, the mood will inevitably be a little sour.

What's even more troublesome is that last night Lin Qian beat around the bush and said that he wanted to move back to live for a few days.

Because Wen Yang's things are still there.

Thinking that he might have to sleep alone again, Wen Zhihan finally lost his composure. After thinking for a while, he picked up his cell phone and called his lawyer, intending to press the agreement he had prepared not long ago.