calm
After getting in the car that night, Wen Yan saw a message from her parents who had just finished a business trip, asking if she could pick them up at the airport the next evening.
Wen Yan replied yes.
The next day was Sunday. Before going out, she played with Xiaoyan for a while and told her sister that she was going to pick up her parents.
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhili just stared at her motionlessly after hearing what she said.
Wen Yan felt puzzled.
"What's the matter?"
Wen Zhili seemed a little hesitant, but finally said, "Do you need me to accompany you?"
Wen Yan was stunned.
"Of course!"
She felt a little happier and took Xiaoyan and her sister out of the house.
No one remembered to turn off Xiaoyan's phone.
…
When picking up her parents at the airport, Lu Wanqing got into the back seat and saw her eldest daughter, and couldn't help but tease, "Oh my, Yanyan brings her sister with her every time she comes to the airport. It's not easy for her to have a free weekend."
Wen Zhili smiled gently.
"It's okay, Mom."
Lu Wanqing clicked her tongue twice.
"I'm not saying anything, Yanyan, you're already this old, but why are you still like a little kid, clinging to your sister every day? Do you like your sister so much?"
Wen Yan was about to speak when a voice interrupted her:
"I like it very much, I like it very much, sister."
"If possible, I don't want to be separated from my sister for the rest of my life."
It's a small talk.
The tone was so serious that the car suddenly fell silent.
Wen Yan stared at the road blankly, feeling as if even his heart had stopped beating for a moment.
She knew that Xiaoyan detected the words "like sister" - when she chose this sentence, she wanted to express her feelings ambiguously, and nothing had happened at that time.
No one thought that there would be such a day.
In fact, this is just a sentence. It cannot be supported by anything and is not even likely to arouse suspicion.
But the sisters' expressions were too stiff.
But Lu Wanqing and her husband deal with foreigners every day and can tell the difference in atmosphere between same-sex couples and ordinary friends.
But Lu Wanqing happened to see their hands caressing each other in the dark, discovered that they were overly sensitive to each other's emotional ups and downs, and caught them sleeping in the same bed for no apparent reason.
So after being stunned for a long time, she asked with a heavy tone that was almost certain:
"Xiaoli, Yanyan...are you...what I thought you were?"
Wen Yan pursed her lips, smiled subconsciously and said, "Mom, what are you thinking about...", but she suddenly stopped talking when she looked at Wen Zhili who was sitting in the passenger seat in the rearview mirror.
She shook her head at her.
——Sister will face the future with you and face mom and dad together.
Wen Yan's heart began to beat violently.
She looked at her sister and took a deep breath.
Then I heard her say in a desperate tone: "Dad, Mom."
"Actually, Yanyan and I are together."
…
Wen Yan never thought that it would be her sister who would say these words.
Suddenly a few drops of rain fell on the car window.
Then the raindrops fell more and more densely and quickly, so much so that Wen Yan had no choice but to turn on the wipers.
It started raining again.
Wen Yan was driving, otherwise she could close her eyes like her sister, feeling relieved.
That way, she wouldn't see her parents' extremely shocked expressions in the rearview mirror.
I couldn't see the anger in my father's eyes or the disappointment in my mother's eyes.
But so what?
…
"What? ...Dating your own sister?"
"Don't you think this is ridiculous? You're not kids anymore, are you? Don't you understand?"
"Ajie, Ajie. Let's go home and talk about it."
——Wen Zhili heard all of this.
Wen Yan glanced at her sister's lips in the rearview mirror, which had been bitten white.
She felt a little regretful.
It’s not that I regret not stopping my sister from admitting their relationship.
I regretted the time when I cried and asked my sister for a relationship.
…
Back home.
The four of them sat at a right angle along the sofa, all with their heads lowered. The atmosphere was terribly low - this was an atmosphere that rarely appeared in this house.
Just when Wen Yan felt that he was almost out of breath, Lu Wanqing spoke:
"Do you two know what you're doing?"
The mother, who is always gentle and kind, now has a tone of blame and questioning in her voice, which undoubtedly puts more pressure on people.
Wen Yan didn't dare to answer, and Wen Zhili in her peripheral vision kept his head down and eyes cast down.
Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, Lu Wanqing continued, "If you really just like girls, then that's fine. Although Mom and Dad don't want you to go down this path, they won't strongly object."
"But you are sisters! You both have the surname Wen, and you are registered in the same household registration book!"
"How are you going to tell your grandparents, how are you going to tell your grandparents that their two granddaughters are in love?"
"How are you going to explain your relationship to others? How are my father and I going to explain it to others?"
"Do I have to explain Xiaoli's past over and over again, and explain again and again that you two aren't biological sisters?"
"You will either be drowned in other people's spit."
"Or you'll have to hide for the rest of your life, you know?"
…
Every word of their mother's question made sense. The two sisters could only keep their heads down, speechless.
The atmosphere became depressingly quiet for a while.
"I just don't understand. You two were such obedient children. You never had a rebellious period."
As Lu Wanqing spoke, she raised one hand to her forehead, looking extremely distressed.
"Xiao Li, why are you fooling around with Wen Yan? You have always been so sensible and reasonable. Other things are fine, but why does it have to be this kind of thing——"
Wen Yan was stunned. She looked at her sister, but her eyes flickered and her lips were tightly pursed.
She immediately said, "Mom, don't blame my sister. She didn't want to be with me at first, but I insisted on pestering her and she agreed."
Wen Jie also patted his wife's hand lightly at the right time to remind her that this topic was very sensitive.
Lu Wanqing finally reacted. She covered her eyes with the back of her hand and was silent for a while before she said in frustration, "Xiao Li, Mom was just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."
Wen Zhili opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
After a moment of silence, Lu Wanqing suddenly stood up and said, "Let's talk about this later. I need to go out and get some fresh air."
"Mom, it's raining outside."
It was Wen Yan who spoke. Lu Wanqing lowered her head and saw three pairs of eyes that were also filled with worry.
We are family.
It's family.
Lu Wanqing closed her eyes.
"I need to go for a walk alone. I'll just bring an umbrella."
…
Lu Wanqing still went out in the heavy rain, leaving the three people in the living room looking at each other in bewilderment.
Wen Jie looked at his two daughters whom he had doted on since they were young. After his wife's pointed out speech, he could no longer utter any words of blame - after all, the brokenness and guilt in his eldest daughter's eyes were so obvious.
He sighed and said, "You two should go back to your rooms and reflect on yourselves."
…
After returning to the room, Wen Yan fell on the bed in a state of despair.
She couldn't stop thinking about it, and kept recalling her sister's expression just now - she was scared.
But under my parents' eyes, I didn't even have the courage to hold her hand.
She completely regretted it.
She regretted pestering her sister to accompany her to try it.
What are the consequences of a failed attempt, and what situation will my sister be in?
She didn't think clearly enough at that time.
Wen Zhili is such a thoughtful person. Did she ever think about what her parents might say today after she kissed her for the first time?
I guess so.
She must have thought of words thousands of times that were a thousand times more vicious than this.
Wen Yan thought that she was now sensible enough to understand her sister's thoughts and choices.
She understood why her sister chose computer science, a field with high salaries, as her major.
She understood why her sister avoided the kiss that landed on the corner of her eye on the grassland.
Now she realized that it was not enough, far from enough.
My sister's words echoed vaguely in my ears.
"Look, we all have the right to choose our own lives and the right to choose who we want to be, right?"
Sister, do you have it?
Does my sister have the right to choose her own life and the right to choose what kind of person she wants to be?
In Wen Yan's memory, her sister has always been just her sister.
I can only be her sister's sister, take care of her, be filial to her parents, study hard, and do everything to the best of my ability.
Do you have the right to choose?
No.
The only thing that answered her was the empty and helpless voice in her heart.
…
The rain outside the window was falling fast and heavily, and every drop of water was crying.
This situation continued until a few hours later - someone who was even more distraught than her pushed open her door without knocking.
She looked at her with empty eyes, amid the howling and sobbing of the wind and rain.
She said:
"Mom was hit by a car."
…
…
late at night.
The three people outside the operating room didn't speak or look at each other.
When the green light came on in the operating room, Wen Jie and Wen Yan were the first to rush over, and Wen Zhili followed behind in a daze.
The anesthetic effect has not worn off yet and Lu Wanqing is still in a coma.
She was hit by a car, and the driver rushed her to the hospital promptly. The doctor said she was no longer in danger of death, with a broken rib but no internal injuries. The doctor then gave some patient care instructions and left.
Wen Jie followed the medical staff to handle various procedures, leaving Wen Zhili and Wen Yan sitting in front of the bed looking at Lu Wanqing.
The two of them still didn't say a word, just staring at their mother's frowning face in a daze.
Wen Yan turned her head to look at her sister.
Wen Zhili's expression remained as calm as ever—Wen Yan was all too familiar with this kind of calmness.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Zhili suddenly stood up and seemed to be going out.
Wen Yan grabbed her sister's wrist, but still didn't say anything.
The other person paused, his eyes falling on the hand holding her.
Then - gently and slowly, she used her other hand to push aside her fingers one by one - and Wen Yan's hand was really pushed away by her.
It hung lifelessly.
Wen Zhili looked at her with that calm gaze again.
I felt as if time had slowed down, and the raindrops outside the window were once again suspended in the air.
He looked at her long and calmly.
Then she turned and walked out of the ward.
…
Wen Yan just listened quietly to the footsteps fading away.
"clatter."
She remembered her mother saying, "Xiao Li, why are you fooling around with Wen Yan?"
"clatter."
She thought of her sister's pale lips and hollow eyes.
"clatter."
She remembered the day when her sister was in the rain, and said to her with red eyes:
"I don't love you."
…
Then, there were no more footsteps.
Wen Yan knew.
She really left.
——People often say that separation usually has a warning sign.
It seems like it's time to let go.
…
The next morning, Wen Jie was taking care of his mother in the hospital, and Wen Yan went home to pack the things she needed for her hospitalization.
As expected, Wen Zhili was not at home.
Wen Yan opened her sister's door and took a look without giving up.
Nothing is missing.
The dream catcher was still on the bedside, the wallet was still on the desk, and she even put Xiaoyan back on the bedside table.
But Wen Zhili was not there.
Wen Yan just knew that Wen Zhili would not come back.
She didn't look closely and closed the door hastily.
When she returned to her room to get the charging cable, she found a bank card and a note on the desk.
——Yanyan, take good care of yourself and take good care of your parents.
——I'm sorry, I disappointed you again.
Wen Yan put the card and the note neatly into his pocket, deliberately ignoring the slight dampness in his heart.
She began to pack the things her mother would need.
Coward sister.
I don't blame you.
The rain keeps falling and falling.
…
elder sister.
Why is happiness always like building a tower on sand?
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