When Wen Tong returned home, there was no one at home, and the empty house seemed a bit desolate.
She stood in the living room for a long time. For a moment, she didn't know where she was, as if she was stepping on an endless desert, unable to find the direction or the exit.
A dull bell sounded from the church in the distance, echoing in the quiet night sky.
It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.
Wen Tong walked into the bathroom blankly and turned on the hot water. She squatted by the bathtub and watched the water fill up little by little and finally overflowed.
It spread all the way to her feet and wet her toes. She suddenly woke up and quickly turned off the water valve.
She stepped into the bathtub without taking off her clothes. The water inside poured out in waves, wetting the dry floor.
She sat down, and the water was up to her neck. The gentle water temperature surrounded her inside and out, like a mother's safe embrace. As long as she stayed here, she would forget all her worries and uneasiness.
Wen Tong closed her eyes and gently rubbed the exposed skin. Water can wash a quiet person's body, but it cannot wash away a person's soul.
Drunk sex?
Ha! She laughed. She didn't expect that she was no longer young and could do such a thing at an age when she was indulged in madness. She thought of Beichen Xiao and his disappointed eyes. Not only him, but also she herself felt disappointed.
, which is even more despair.
It was only at this moment that she suddenly realized that her usual pretentiousness and carelessness were all a form of self-deception.
She was very scared, afraid of losing him just like this.
She could obviously wait for the half-year appointment. Even if he wanted to propose to Xia Shulei, she would be willing to believe in him again. As long as she had time, she would silently guard this hope and not let others see her enthusiasm and expectation.
, waiting with pretense of indifference and aloofness.
But now, she didn't even have the chance to wait.
Her body is like the water, which looks clear but is actually dirty.
He no longer wants her.
The tears fell silently. I had been holding back and swallowing them just now, but finally they overflowed in my heart, like an open door that could not be stopped.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and into the water, causing tiny ripples in circles.
There were tears on my face and it was raining in my heart.
Wen Tong covered her face and cried bitterly, her cry echoing in the small space like a helpless little animal.
She didn't blame anyone, she just hated herself, hated herself for drinking, and hated herself for doing such a thing after drinking. She was responsible for everything.
The more she cried, the lower her body became, and finally she slowly slipped into the water.
The warm water covered her mouth, eyes, and top of her head, and finally submerged her completely.
She lay in the water and felt an unprecedented relief. Forget it, just fall asleep like this. She won't wake up again. It's over.
"Mom." A crisp call suddenly sounded.
Wen Tong was startled and immediately emerged from the water.
Ding Ding is the sound of Ding Ding.
She looked around blankly but could not see his shadow.
She gradually regained her consciousness and leaned on the bathtub to sort out her chaotic emotions.
I almost did something stupid just now. What would Ding Ding do if he really fell into deep sleep and never woke up?
How can I give up Tintin? No, I won't.
Wen Tong shook his head, water droplets splashed on his hair, and his eyes gradually became clearer.
She wants to live, she wants to live well for Ding Ding.
After leaving the bathroom, the phone on the coffee table kept ringing, so she walked over barefoot.
"Hey, Luo Xi."
"Thank God, you finally answered the phone." Luo Xi let out a sigh of relief, "Please, if you didn't answer the phone all night, I thought something had happened to you."
Wen Tong squatted by the coffee table, holding the phone, as if she didn't hear what he said, she just said, "Luo Xi."
"Silly girl, I'm here. What's wrong? Do you have a cold?"
She shook her head and still shouted, "Luo Xi."
"Hey, I'm here."
Wen Tong put the phone on her face, smiled slightly, and shed tears.
At this moment, this sunshine-like voice gave her great comfort. When she was in the cold glacier, when she was standing in the dark valley, when she was wandering high in the sky, fortunately, he, Luo Xi, Luo Xi
.
"Luo Xi."
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Luo Xi, the river must be very blue, right?"
He laughed crisply, "It's not blue, it's yellow, and there's a lot of sand."
"Luo Xi, are there any weeping willows on the shore?"
"No, they are all big poplar trees, row after row."
"Luo Xi, will clones live as long as ordinary people?"
"After all, humans are created and violate the laws of nature. Maybe they won't live long."
Her tears kept flowing, "Luo Xi, they are so pitiful, aren't they? You must stop those scientists from creating new clones."
He nodded firmly, "Definitely."
"Luo Xi..." She leaned her head on the sofa, "Can you sing to me?"
He chuckled and said, "You might think I can play the piano, but I'm actually tone deaf when I sing."
She kept calling, "Luo Xi."
The most unbearable thing was this call that plucked the heartstrings. Facing her, everything softened.
Even if he is tone-deaf, even if he will be laughed at by her, as long as she is happy, he will do it.
He cleared his throat and sang slowly and quietly: "Don't cry, my favorite person."
Tonight I bloom like an epiphyllum
Withered at the most beautiful moment
Even your tears can't restore the withering..."
A smile crept up the corner of her mouth, and she lay on the sofa, smiling while crying.
Luo Xi, Luo Xi, thank you.
Wen Tong fell asleep while Luo Xi was singing. He sang for a while and called Wen Tong softly. He vaguely heard her even breathing. He lowered his head and kissed the phone. The corners of his gentle eyes were filled with sparkling light.
"Good night, my beloved."
Wen Tong had a dream. In her dream, she dreamed of Beichen Xiao.
He walked in front of her, his back straight, his hair was very short, and his white scalp could be vaguely seen. He was dragging a large cardboard box in his hand, which was tightly sealed with tape.
She chased and shouted after her, but he didn't seem to hear her and kept walking forward.
She saw a deep ditch in front of him, and the ditch was filled with heavy fog. Seeing that he was about to step into it, she couldn't help but shout "Beichen Xiao".
Bei Chenxiao was sitting in a dark corner of the bar, with empty wine bottles in front of him.
The nightlife has just begun, and the dance floor is full of crazy figures twisting and turning.
The metallic music made people's eardrums buzz, and the continuous spray of dry ice smoke stimulated the crowd's excitement.
He leaned forward to pour the wine, and a small hand suddenly held his big hand.
He said without raising his head: "Wen Tong, don't meddle in other people's business."
The little hand shrank and stopped trying to persuade him, sitting quietly aside.
After drinking three glasses of wine in a row, his feet began to float, and his eyes gradually became distracted as he looked at the stage.
A soft voice sounded in my ears, "You are drunk, I will take you back."
He turned his head to look at her, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Wen Tong, I told you, don't meddle in other people's business."