deep love

Wen Qinghan was very quiet from afternoon to night, and sometimes the cameraman came in and took pictures of her reading a book.The dinner was brought in by the child guard. When he came, the host also walked in and wandered around. After chatting for a few words, he led the cameraman to another room.

After an afternoon and an evening of observation, she memorized the approximate time it took for the child to eat, and the time he left, neither too early nor too late, should be the meal time stipulated by the program group.

Waking up early in the morning, Wen Qinghan quietly opened the door, glanced outside through the crack of the door, and was relieved when she found that there was only the cameraman. At this time, she heard a faint sound of the door opening next door.

"Qingqiu?"

"Well, it's me." Shi Qingqiu's voice floated softly from the next door.

Wen Qinghan suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled silently.She couldn't see Shi Qingqiu's face, couldn't hold Shi Qingqiu's hand, but just such a few words made her forget the tiny emotions in her heart for a while, and she just wanted to say a few more words.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's okay, it's just too boring." Shi Qingqiu sighed, and suddenly asked again: "By the way, Qinghan, you said I'll leave it to you, do you have a solution?"

Wen Qinghan shook his head, resting his forehead on the iron fence door, crossed his arms in thought: "I think it won't work if we spend money this time, the program team will definitely think of such a direct way, they must have it early I have taken precautions. It is possible that I promised that we will double the amount of money we give to the program group, or it may be that we do not count, and the exchange of benefits that occurred during the recording process will be considered invalid and must be handed over."

So Qin Wang's thinking was too simple yesterday, indeed any method can be used, but if he can't handle it, the program team has already had a countermeasure in private.Some things must have been arranged long ago, and the traditional way of wooing should be dismantled at the first step.

As soon as Wen Qinghan finished speaking, Shi Qingqiu continued: "And the guard is a child, not a mature adult, so we can't use adult methods to deal with him."

"Well, that's right."

Shi Qingqiu folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the iron gate, facing the direction of Wen Qinghan's room.That faint voice came from next door, as calm as ever, but after the night before, she sounded a little at ease again.

She suddenly wanted to see Wen Qinghan, but she could only hear voices but not see anyone, it was really uncomfortable.

Seeing her fall silent, Wen Qinghan called out tentatively: "Qingqiu?"

"Huh?" Shi Qingqiu came back to his senses after being called out, shook his head, and threw out the thought just now, "I'm here, I was just thinking about something."

Wen Qinghan said: "Leave that child to me. If you want to find me, just open the door when he goes to eat and goes back to rest."

When she said the following words, there was a little more tenderness in her usual indifferent tone, but the distance was far away, and it was difficult to distinguish when it reached Shi Qingqiu.

So when listening to a person talking, it is best to look into her eyes and hear her voice at a very close distance, so as not to miss every trace of emotion in her eyes, every minute of her words emotion.

"Okay." Shi Qingqiu agreed softly, and immediately realized whether Wen Qinghan would not be able to hear her, and raised her voice to say: "I see."

A child's voice humming a nursery rhyme came from afar, and the footsteps of a child, accompanied by these, Shi Qingqiu heard Wen Qinghan's voice: "Qingqiu, he is here, close the door."

Shi Qingqiu let out a "hmm", she didn't hear Wen Qinghan's closing sound before she closed the wooden door, all the senses that could sense Wen Qinghan's presence seemed to fail at the same time, like a ship that lost its compass at sea Also no sense of direction.

She closed the door, and the warmth in her eyes disappeared along with the curvature of her lips. She pinched the doorknob and closed her eyes, trying to calm down the unreasonable uneasiness, but just after she closed her eyes, what should have been a completely dark world in front of her Wen Qinghan with a gentle look appeared.

Wen Qinghan never closed the door, she waited for the child to come over, and when he was about to reprimand her like a watchman, she bent down, a few strands of long black hair slid down her cheeks, covering her Some were cold and smiled: "Little friend, it's too boring here, shall we talk?"

"You...what do you want to do?" The boy's tongue was a little knotted when he spoke, and he looked at Wen Qinghan behind the iron door with wide eyes, only thinking that the beautiful sister inside looked very dangerous.

"I won't go out, what are you afraid of? I won't let you be defeated by other children." Wen Qinghan's eyes flashed a trace of inquiry, staring intently at the child, observing the details of his expression.

After hearing her say this, the boy heaved a sigh of relief.He tugged at the iron fence door and found it was very strong. It was exactly as those uncles said, as long as he didn't take out the key to open the door, the sister inside would never be able to get out.

Wen Qinghan pulled a chair from the side and sat by the door, "How about it, are you relieved now?"

The boy looked around, and finally sat on the ground, separated from Wen Qinghan by an iron gate.He looked up at Wen Qinghan and asked, "Then what do you want to say? I don't know anything, I just came to watch you."

Wen Qinghan clasped her hands on her knees, smiled, trying not to make herself look too unapproachable, "What grade are you in?"

"Fourth grade, next semester will be fifth grade, and I will be studying in the elementary school in the town." The boy replied obediently, he hugged his knees to look at Wen Qinghan, the only remaining defense after pulling through the iron gate was because Wen Qinghan's gentle appearance is slowly disappearing.

Wen Qinghan nodded, and asked again: "Then which subject is the best for you? I hated mathematics the most when I was young, what about you?"

"I don't like math either, I like Chinese, my Chinese score is the best!" the boy said, his voice became excited, but after a while he fell down again, and his mood suddenly reached the bottom, "But every time I I want to show my report card to my father, I heard my mother said that my father is good at math, but every time he is unwilling to read it, or beats me with a stick..."

The boy rested his chin on his knee, and his emotions were quick and undisguised.One second he was very excited to chat with Wen Qinghan about his favorite subjects, but the next second he thought of something sad and then quickly became depressed, just like the weather that was clear last moment was suddenly cloudy.

Wen Qinghan frowned, she slowly stretched out her hand, but the boy didn't notice, she paused, but still touched his head.The boy looked up in surprise, and she smiled slightly and asked, "Why does Dad always beat you? Have you asked him?"

What the boy said next surprised Wen Qinghan:

"He not only beats me, but also beats my mother sometimes."

Wen Qinghan subconsciously looked in the direction of the cameraman in surprise, what's going on?Is it programming or is it real?If it is true, then the question before her now is to ask her to help this child?

She thought about it carefully, peeling away the cocoons from the complicated memories in her mind, and all the information about "Inside and Out of the Play" flashed before her eyes one by one.Soon, there was a flash of light, and Wen Qinghan narrowed his eyes slightly.

She withdrew her thoughts and looked at the unsuitable long sleeves on the boy. The hand touching his head resumed its slow movement, and her thumb gently stroked his hair: "Then how do you usually solve it? How did mother tell you?" of?"

The boy shook his head, and there was a little bit of crystal in his clear eyes, "Daddy sometimes cries in our arms, me, and mother. My mother said forgive me, because my father is in a bad mood because of his bad legs." , not on purpose. Dad also promised not to treat us like this next time, but next time he is drunk again, and will beat us crying again..."

"What happened to your father's leg?" Wen Qinghan caught the point.

"Dad broke his leg while working, and it's inconvenient to walk and work now..." When the boy said this, his sad expression changed slightly, and his tone was more concerned.

Wen Qinghan immediately asked the most important question: "Then do you think Dad should be forgiven?"

The boy seemed to hold back his sadness, and his face was dazed, as if he had been asked such a question for the first time.He shook his head lightly at first, but immediately nodded heavily, "Dad is unhappy, Dad didn't mean it, he used to love me very much, and he will soon change back to his previous appearance."

Wen Qinghan's hand froze there, perhaps the child had been instilled with such views many times before he forgave him so much, but his initial shaking of the head represented his truest thoughts, in his heart Did not forgive his father.

"If I say this is wrong, will you agree with me?" Wen Qinghan's tone was very light, her hand was on the boy's head and slowly stroking along his hair, stroking it one by one .

"No, you are talking nonsense! You are lying to me!" The boy seemed to have been touched against the scales, he shook off Wen Qinghan's hand vigorously, and that white and thin hand was thrown heavily on the iron fence.

Wen Qinghan could even hear a crisp sound, and she frowned in pain. She saw the boy get up in a hurry, pointed at her door and shouted: "You are not allowed to speak! Close the door! Close the door! Hurry up!"

There was something wrong with this situation, the cameraman looked serious and wanted to pass, Wen Qinghan waved his hand to signal that it was okay, then took a deep look at the panting boy, stood up, moved the chair away, and closed the door.

The pain in her hand joints gradually faded along with the dull atmosphere, but when she moved her fingers a little, the accompanying pain reminded her of the momentary panic and subconscious resistance in the child's eyes just now.

This day passed quickly, Wen Qinghan quietly opened the door to observe the child, except for dealing with the host once, stayed up until night when he finally left, Wen Qinghan opened the door.The moonlight outside sprinkled a large area on the corridor, Wen Qinghan stretched out one hand with the palm facing upwards, the moonlight leaked from her slightly opened fingers, and the breeze passed by, as if holding the moonlight.

"Qinghan, what are you doing?"

Shi Qingqiu's voice was slightly smiling, and passed faintly. She saw Wen Qinghan's slender fingertips exuding a slight chill under the moonlight. moonlight.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something." Wen Qinghan sighed, moved his injured right hand, and smiled slightly.

It's rare to hear Wen Qinghan voluntarily admit that she has something on her mind. She never said it before, and she always planned anything in her heart.Shi Qingqiu was suddenly curious, and she asked: "What are you thinking? Is it related to the present?"

The outstretched hand instantly clenched into a fist. It was clearly slender fingers, but Shi Qingqiu had an illusion for no reason. He always felt that this hand carried a steady stream of energy and faith. What you grab may not be available immediately, but it is only a matter of time.Shi Qingqiu pulled the corner of his lips and smiled, shook his head and threw away this ridiculous idea.

"Qingqiu, I'm actually not very sure this time. It's been a day, and I haven't thought about how to deal with that child. If we lose this time and we can't get out within three days, will you blame me? "

Shi Qingqiu was stunned, she was cutting a wall, she couldn't see her face, she had to stretch out her arms like this to barely see her palm, so far away, Shi Qingqiu was inexplicably Feel Wen Qinghan sighing.

The word "no" stuck in Shi Qingqiu's throat, she opened her mouth but still couldn't speak out, she didn't care about winning or losing, but Wen Qinghan thought she did.She saw that hand slowly stretched out again, the thin fingers were as cold to the touch as they were when they squeezed into her palm two days ago, and they also looked so cold.

Shi Qingqiu smiled and said: "If we lose, we can win it back. Did someone say that we can't win it back in the next game? It's not over yet."

Wen Qinghan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled suddenly, the starlight in his eyes was even brighter than the stars in the sky, "Yes, we can win it back."

When will you fully understand that if you lose once, you can win back again.There is one person who makes you lose everything, and there is always someone who makes you win big, giving you what you have lost and what you have not yet gained.