After closing the door, she took off her raincoat and turned on the light in the room, while a man stood in front of the window, motionless.
"Qing," Xiang Qinglan walked over quickly, but found that Qing's clothes and hair were already soaked, just like her.
She stretched out her hand and took his arm, and Qing turned around and looked at her with a normal look. Only a trace of sadness flashed through his eyes quickly, so fast that even Jean couldn't catch the slightest bit.
"What's wrong?" She asked him with her eyes. He wouldn't go out in the rain. He would get sick if he looked like this. She directly took his hand and sat on the sofa, picked up the towel on the side and wiped it for him.
Her hair was still half wet. But Qing took her cold and wet hand, took away the towel in her hand, and put all the towels on her head. She couldn't see clearly.
What, it just felt like his big palm carefully wiped the wet hair on her head clean just like she did just now.
The body moisture through the wet clothes quickly spread to her body. Xiang Qinglan sat quietly aside, while Qing kept looking at her, but she didn't see the tangled pain in his eyes.
"Lan, is work very hard?" She heard his voice was slightly hoarse. Xiang Qinglan was stunned for a moment, but then shook her head, and she found that Qing's fingers seemed to be resting on her face.
After a few seconds, he continued to wipe her hair.
Xiang Qinglan pulled off the towel on her head and took out two sets of clothes from the wardrobe. One was hers and the other was his. She didn't ask more questions about why he was caught in the rain and picked up her clothes.
She walked into the bathroom and quickly changed her clothes. When she walked out, Qing was still wearing the soaked clothes and stood by the window again, looking at the rain outside, just like when she came back.
, not moving at all.
Xiang Qinglan shook his head, picked up his clothes, and walked towards him. Qing was very strange today. She didn't know what he was making trouble about. She put the clothes in his hand. Qing turned around and saw Xiang Qinglan in front of him.
Lan stood in front of him in a fresh look, but her face was still as pale and colorless as when she came back.
He clenched the clothes in his hands and said, "Wait for me." He held out his hand and gently stroked her cheek, then picked up the clothes and ran into the bathroom. After a while, he walked out,
Clean clothes look much better.
Sitting on the sofa, Xiang Qinglan helped Qing dry her hair. In front of them were a few steamed buns that she had just bought. This time, they were really not squashed. They were soft and fragrant.
Said, it is really the most delicious food in the world.
Qing sat aside without saying a word, holding the bun in his hand and took a bite unconsciously, but he couldn't taste it. If there was a taste, there was only a bitter taste, which kept getting heavier on the tip of his tongue.
Repeatedly, he took another bite.
Turning back, he looked at Xiang Qinglan, who was sitting next to him, eating the buns in small bites, as if he was eating something delicious, with a very satisfied expression on his face.
He stretched out his hand, hugged her shoulders tightly, raised his head to Qinglan, smiled at him, leaned against him, and continued eating steamed buns. The rain outside was really light, maybe it would stop tomorrow.
indefinite.
"Lan, I want to make money," Qing said suddenly, her tone was more serious than ever before. Although he had some intellectual disabilities, it didn't mean he didn't understand anything. He knew that she worked so hard for
Life.
For their lives.
After hearing this, Xiang Qinglan thought he was joking. She shook her head, took his hand and put it on her lap, and wrote, "No, the money we have for translating the materials is enough for us, so why don't you go?"
I'm working, Qing will be able to help me when it's not busy over there." After she finished writing, she smiled at her, but that gentle smile made Qing's eyes darker.
She lied to him, she had always lied to him, it was clear that there was nothing left, nothing, no translation work, she was doing such heavy work, how could she do this to herself, how could she do this to him.
When Xiang Qinglan saw that he didn't speak, she just held his hand tightly. After pausing for a while, she continued to write, "I'm sorry, Qing. I've left you alone at home recently. It will be over soon. Look at me."
Aren't you back?
She lied because she had no way, really no way. Their life was more difficult than before, but no matter what, she would not let Qing suffer. He was the only warmth in her life. She was willing to do it for
He does everything.
Qing, as long as you live a good life, no matter how hard it is, I will be willing to do it.
She sighed and leaned her exhausted body against his. No matter how tired she was in the morning, as long as she had this embrace, she felt that everything was worth it.
Qing hugged her carefully and gently slid his fingers across her face. How could such a thin body have difficulty walking in the strong wind? What's more, the weight on her body could almost weigh her down.
newspaper, how she did it, and how she persisted.
He never knew that she had suffered so much and never knew.
Sorry, he should be the one to say sorry. He thought he could help her, but only now did he realize that, in fact, he seemed very useless. He didn't help her at all.
That night, Xiang Qinglan slept very deeply. Maybe it was because she was too tired. She didn't even notice that the man next to her who was supposed to be sleeping well had stayed up all night with his eyes wide open.
She went out again. Qing stood in front of the window and looked at her gone figure, but she was thankful that the rain finally stopped at night. The sky was much brighter than yesterday. Although there was still rain on the ground,
But, it's not that cold anymore.
She went out to work, and it was the same job again. Qing turned around, his eyes were a faint cyan color, and he looked particularly heavy after not sleeping all night.
He closed the door and walked outside. This was the first time he left home, and it was also the first time he walked outside alone. Except for those days when he didn't know who he was and wandered outside, this was the first time.
Second-rate.
She said nothing, but he was not a fool. More or less, during the time he spent with her, he already knew and understood many things. They needed money to live, not much.
, just enough for them to live.
He walked a lot. People were coming and going on the street. He was always walking aimlessly. But he only had to stand there, and everyone's eyes would look at him. With such a handsome appearance,
With such a heavy expression, tightly pursed lips, and an extremely deep green color, his appearance is different from others and is extremely outstanding.
However, no one knows that he has no past, is not smart enough, and can even be said to be much stupider than average.
Although he looks mature on the outside, he actually forgets everything and only does things based on his own feelings.