Hearing the sound, the tightly closed hall door was forcefully opened in an instant.
Wen Xihe opened his mouth. The words he wanted to stop came to his lips, but he could not stop the housekeeper in time.
From a distance, Wen Xihe saw Lan Lingzhou holding an umbrella. The man's tall body could not be stopped even by the heavy rain. The raindrops were splashing under his feet, and in the light cast outside the hall door, they shone slightly.
Translucent.
The middle-aged housekeeper knew that his master had an unusual relationship with the drenched woman in front of him. Seeing Lan Lingzhou running all the way over, he felt that he had retreated. A small clear sky enveloped Wen Xi.
Above He's head, Lan Lingzhou's voice sounded clearly displeased through the heavy rain, but Wen Xihe could hear it clearly.
"Wen Xihe, did you do this on purpose?"
As Lan Lingzhou spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down from Wen Xihe's wet hair. Everywhere he looked, there was wetness.
"Sorry, you may have to take me in for a while..."
Wen Xihe tried her best to smile at Lan Lingzhou with an innocent look on her face.
The man lowered his head and looked at Wen Xihe silently in the heavy rain.
After only a moment, she told him with a calm smile that she was going back to Wen's house. She said there was a man waiting for her at home. She was afraid of worrying the man in her heart, so she even refused on a rainy night.
he.
But now, she appeared in Lan Lingzhou's sight again. For a moment, Lan Lingzhou even wondered whether Wen Xihe's heart was wet all over her body.
Wen Xihe remained silent, feeling Lan Lingzhou's displeasure, and her body was still trembling slightly.
Although the man was displeased, his caring actions were very gentle. Wen Xihe's entire body was shrouded under the umbrella. Looking up, Lan Lingzhou's arm on one side was already wet.
At that moment, her heart felt like it was touched hard by something. In the freezing weather, Wen Xihe once felt cold. But at this moment, standing next to the man next to her, she felt a trace of warmth.
.
She sniffed hard under the cover of the heavy rain, not knowing whether it was because she was too cold or too tired. Wen Xihe leaned over, put her hands through the man's waist, and clasped hard.
The man's body froze but did not move.
Wen Xihe pressed against the man's chest, feeling the constant warmth coming from Lan Lingzhou's chest.
She didn't know what happened, but tears suddenly fell down.
Little by little, it fell into the rain, silently.
"Why, you're not him? Why..."
That night, the Wen family's villa was brightly lit. Someone was waiting on the sofa in the hall all night long, just like the woman who had been waiting there silently in the past.
But he did not wait until Wen Xihe returned.
That night, Wen Xihe did not go home.
The rain was particularly heavy that night and continued from night to night.
In the Lan family villa.
In the guest room on the second floor, there is a faint orange light flowing from the transparent window.
Lan Lingzhou stood outside the door for a long time before raising his hand and knocking on the door.
No one responded.
After hesitating for nearly a minute, Lan Lingzhou reached out and pushed the door open.
The door was unlocked and opened as expected.
Under the orange light, Wen Xihe slightly bent her legs and half leaned on the sofa. Her gaze fell in an unknown direction. She was lost in thought and wandering. It was like the orange world in front of her, and the tall figure under the light.
Everyone was isolated from their own world by Wen Xihe in an instant.
Wen Xihe had headphones plugged into her ears, and she was not aware of Lan Lingzhou's appearance from beginning to end.
A pair of man's big hands slowly waved in front of Wen Xihe. For a long time, she was still in a trance and didn't notice it.
The man sighed slightly and squatted down next to Wen Xihe with his tall body. Looking at her increasingly thin profile, he reached out and took off her headphones.
In the white headphones, a song played over and over again.
Zhu Lanlan's affectionate and sad voice came out little by little. Even though I can't give you comfort and understanding, you can understand that this affectionate past love is displayed in a lonely window. Destiny gave it expensive glory. The best time in my life is listening to it.
Your shallow singing, I don't have to think about wandering around, this is the power that really keeps me alive. I wish this was just a dream. I can hug you tightly through joy and sorrow. Wen Xihe said "Ah", and after realizing
After the person next to him was Lan Lingzhou, he breathed a sigh of relief and became quiet.
Then, there was silence.
Lan Lingzhou thought that Wen Xihe would stop him, that he would rush over and snatch the headphones away from him, or simply turn off the music in front of him.
But Wen Xihe didn't.
At that moment, Wen Xihe was incredibly quiet. She straightened up slightly and hugged her knees with both hands. She placed her slender chin on her knees and gently moved back and forth.
Her eyes never left Lan Lingzhou's hand.
Her attention seemed not to be diverted by Zhu Lanlan's slightly sighing voice.
Lan Lingzhou felt depressed looking at Wen Xihe like that.
Such Wen Xihe always makes Lan Lingzhou feel distressed.
He always felt that Wen Xihe was capable enough to give him happiness. So he was extremely reluctant to let go, but he finally chose to let go.
But now, Lan Lingzhou doesn't understand. Was his decision to let it go was the right one?
"Xihe..."
Somewhat uncontrollably, Lan Lingzhou stretched out his hand and gently ran it along Wen Xihe's long black hair. The woman's long hair was as smooth as her obedient love for a man.
My heart suddenly hurts.
Wen Xihe was looking not far away. Lan Lingzhou seemed to hear Wen Xihe's faint sigh. When he raised his head to look at her face, he saw her speaking softly.
"Lingzhou, do you know? I have always felt that the happiest, warmest and most wonderful time in my life was when I stayed by his side. I could make trouble with him and laugh at him every day. We would be a couple.
The ordinary life of a young couple, even if we carry Wen's burden on our shoulders. We can quarrel and have a cold war, but we never spend the night. The kind of little days where a young couple fights at the end of the bed and ends at the end of the bed has always been what I yearn for!
"
As he said this, Wen Xihe didn't know what he was thinking of. The corners of his mouth raised slightly and he smiled softly.
But the laughter was short-lived, lasting only a moment before disappearing and becoming silent.
Wen Xihe turned around and glanced at Lan Lingzhou next to him, and tried hard to pull out the corners of his mouth, but found it difficult in the end.
"You don't know, even though he always looks domineering, in fact, he is not like this at all. He is an orphan, and what he wants and desires most since he was a child is the warmth of family!"