"Qing, there is no need to bring those materials back in the future. As she wrote this, she felt Qing's hand move slightly. She squeezed her fingers and continued writing, because it has been busy there recently, so I want to go there.
Go to work, but don’t worry, I won’t make you hungry, I’m just going in the morning and will be back at noon, so there’s nothing for Qing to do.”
After she finished writing, she looked up, with a faint smile in her eyes and an almost invisible apology.
She didn't mean to lie to him, but she didn't want him to think too much. She could bear the pain alone, as long as she could see him when she was tired.
Everything else is no longer important to her.
"Oh, that's it, then I really don't have anything to do," Qing put down his hand, really feeling that his future life would be much duller, and of course there would be a lot less fun. Then
He would be bored to death.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. The two people looked outside at the same time. The raindrops were like broken beads, constantly hitting the ground. After a while, it was rain all over the ground, falling again, ripples, and the glass was covered with
Already soaked by the rain.
The world outside seemed to be filled with thick fog, and in the haze, nothing could be seen clearly.
The rain has not stopped even after a day, and it seems to be getting worse. Xiang Qinglan got up early in the morning. Her shoulders hurt. Every time she moved, the muscles in her shoulders seemed to be twitching.
She could only endure it. Qing was still asleep. She stretched out her hand and gently touched his face.
"Lan, don't go, sleep for a while," Qing Qing half-opened his eyes at this time and took her hand. The quilt was very warm in the morning, but the rain outside was so heavy, he didn't want her to go out.
, because it would get wet, and Xiang Qinglan just pulled his hand away, murmured an apology, and then struggled to put on his clothes.
It's not that she doesn't want to stay, she really wants to be with him, but she can't lose the job she finally found.
"Lan," Qing then put on her own clothes and stood in front of Xiang Qinglan, "I'll go with you," his face was very serious and insistent. Since she wanted to go out, then, he
Go with her, it rains, and they both get wet together.
Xiang Qinglan shook her head at him and wrote in his hand, "I'm fine. I just need to go out for a while. I won't get wet. You can wait for me at home. Besides, it's not far there. It's fine."
She smiled to comfort him, but Qing's brows were still tightly knitted and unwilling to relax.
His hand was still holding Xiang Qinglan's hand tightly, refusing to let go.
Xiang Qinglan sighed and looked into his extraordinarily insistent eyes. He was going, was he really going?
"Qing, let go of your hands." I would be angry, I would really be angry. She did not write this time, but spoke with lip language. Although there was no sound, for spending such a long time with him,
To put it bluntly, he understood every word, sentence, and meaning she expressed, clearly.
And her expression was stern as he had never seen before.
Slowly, he let go of her hand, but Xiang Qinglan saw his injury from his eyes and turned around. Without stopping for another half step, she opened the door and closed everything.
Outside the door.
Looking at the huge rain curtain outside, she closed her eyes, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, her lips trembled slightly, she walked into the rain, it was really cold outside, so cold, her lips began to turn into a light
Blue, she turned her head and saw a figure standing on the small window, staring at her closely. Her body shook, but she still forced herself not to take a second look.
It gradually became wet, I don't know whether it was rain or tears.
She walked very fast, as if she was deliberately holding something close to her body.
It wasn't until the thin body could no longer be seen in the heavy rain that the window slowly closed, and Qing leaned against the window, with a gloomy face, a hole that could not be seen to the end.
Did she hate him? Did he really make her angry? For the first time, he felt as if his heart was torn apart. He only had her, only her.
Don't hate him, okay, he will be obedient in the future, really obedient. She won't go if she doesn't want to go, and she will stay at home if she asks him to. Listen to her in everything. As long as she doesn't get angry with him again.
Just fine.
One person blames himself, another person apologizes, and both of them are suffering from unspeakable pain. It's not that they don't want to say it, but they really can't.
When Xiang Qinglan walked to the magazine office, it was filled with piles of undelivered newspapers. Because of the rain, many people did not come today.
When the man looking at the warehouse saw her, he was stunned for a few seconds, "Are you here to deliver the newspaper?" He stared at her in disbelief, as if he were looking at a monster. He looked outside again, and it was still the same.
With the heavy rain, she went crazy, right?
Xiang Qinglan just nodded lightly. She looked at the newspapers on the ground, and her heart felt a little heavy. How could she deliver so many newspapers.
The man shook his head, "You are really unbelievable," then he pointed to another pile of newspapers and said, "These are all unsent. If you really want to send them, then these will be counted as double copies for you.
, you think about it yourself." Such heavy rain is indeed difficult for her. Such a thin woman is really much more stubborn than a man.
Xiang Qinglan turned her head, thought about it for a long time, and finally nodded. Double, it was just a little rain, so it was equal to her two days of work. Calculating it this way, she actually still made money.
With.
She bent down to the man and never said a word, but the man looked at her actions and suddenly seemed to understand something?
"You can't speak?" His tone was tentative, but it was really not surprising. Then he remembered that since the first time he saw her, she didn't say a word and just nodded.
, or answer by shaking your head.
Xiang Qinglan just held half of the newspaper in her arms. When she heard the voice, she just nodded stiffly. She really couldn't speak.
And she just hugged the heavy pile of newspapers in her arms that could even overwhelm her, and walked out of the warehouse with great effort. In the rain, the thin figure looked even more frail, but even though her body was extremely tired, she still
You can see the persistence in her eyes that never disappears.
The man stared blankly at her thin figure standing in the rain. Suddenly, he felt something slipping down his face, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it.