The bigger the issue, the harder it is to resolve. This matter probably won't be over anytime soon, but since I've come all the way home, I don't want things to get too tense.
With a cough from Wen Yiquan, the topic was temporarily shelved and would be discussed again after the New Year.
"I still couldn't convince them," Wen Mo muttered to himself. He was washing his face in the bathroom, soaking a towel in the warm water and rubbing it on his face. "I'll talk to them about it later."
"Wenmo".
"Holy crap?!"
Wenmer, who was deep in thought, was startled by this unexpected address, and the towel in his hand fell into the basin.
Looking back, a small figure was squeezed next to him watching him wash his face, with a hint of frustration on his face.
Xia Lian softly called his name, tugged at Wen Mo's sleeve and leaned against him, lowering her eyes slightly, revealing only her usual small head.
"Want to have your head patted?" Wen Mo smiled after calming down, then turned around and squatted down to look up from below, so he could clearly see the disappointed expression hidden in Xia Lian's hair.
Xia Lian shook her head, and as Wen Mo squatted down, she suddenly reached out and hugged his head.
Wen Mo froze for a few seconds, his expression frozen on his face, his head forced to be squeezed into the girl's arms.
You can feel a touch of softness, but most of it is a warm and sweet scent. A girl who has just woken up will have a slight smell of sweat, but this scent makes Wen Mo unable to stop himself from being intoxicated by it.
He reached out to hug her back, but since he was squatting on the ground, he couldn't hug Xia Lian's back, so he could only put his arm around her waist.
Although I don't understand why Lianbao suddenly slipped into the bathroom, I'll let her hug me a little longer if she wants to.
After a long period of tenderness, Wenmo pulled one hand away and closed the bathroom door.
Perhaps noticing his gaze, Xia Lian closed her eyes slightly and hugged Wen Mo very tightly. This was the first time she had ever seen the top of the head of the person she liked.
She has a cowlick and frizzy hair.
My cheeks were pressed into my hair, it was a little itchy, but it smelled wonderful.
"sorry……"
Suddenly, Xia Lian apologized in a muffled voice above his head.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Wen Mo could sense that something was wrong with her, so he raised his head and met the girl's eyes.
After thinking for a while, I immediately figured out the reason.
“That matter is in the past. Although my parents didn’t agree, I will continue to persuade them. Trust me.” Wen Mo gave her a confident smile, trying to reassure her.
Xia Lian sniffed, her nose stinging, and a few tears welled up in her eyes. "But Wen Mo wanted to stay here because of me... that's why my uncle and aunt scolded him..."
"Oh, it's okay, honey. Before I moved out, my dad used to chasing me around and yelling at me every day. We're used to it by now."
Wen Mo exclaimed "Oh dear!" and got up to grab a tissue to wipe away the tears. The tears spread across the tissue, revealing the girl's unspoken feelings.
She really wanted to be with Wenmo, she really did.
But deep down, he didn't want to give up a better university for his own sake; that would be too selfish.
Compared to the clingy little tagalong she was at the beginning, Xia Lian has now learned a lot of lessons, including how to truly let her inner feelings well up into tears.
Wen Mo was getting a little anxious. Seeing that no one was around, he hugged her tightly like a child, not letting Xia Lian breathe a thing.
"Don't cry, it makes me sad when you cry."
He can't stand seeing girls cry. Although he doesn't know the reason why, it's really hurtful, especially when the other person is a girl he likes. Every tear feels like it's falling into his heart, tainting him with sadness.
Xia Lian shook her head, choking back tears as she continued, "I... I'm very selfish... I only think about myself..."
Upon hearing this, Wen Mo suddenly fell silent, only reaching out to pinch Xia Lian's small mouth, preventing her from saying anything else. Their cheeks were very close, noses touching, and they could feel each other's soft breaths.
After a long while, seeing that Xia Lian had stopped sobbing, he continued speaking.
"...To be honest, I'm actually more selfish than you. If I could, I would even want to keep you by my side for the rest of my life."
This is no joke; Wenmo has genuinely considered doing this, wanting to see this girl by his side every now and then.
Perhaps it was because I had gotten used to it, or perhaps it was because I had fallen in love with her, but I just hoped that her little hand would always be holding onto the hem of my clothes.
...
kitchen.
The elderly couple were inside making dumplings to prepare lunch.
The cold wind howled outside. The Lunar New Year is just around the corner. In another month, the streets will probably be filled with lanterns, creating a festive atmosphere.
"Let's buy some Spring Festival couplets and hang them up in a while." Su Juan looked out the window and saw that many people had already started decorating their front doors.
“Okay, I’ll go to the street to take a look in a few days,” Wen Yiquan said, assisting from the side.
I had a long-awaited chat with my child at noon. Although the final result wasn't very pleasant, at least we were able to speak frankly and openly.
Wen Yiquan brought over the chopped filling, reached out and grabbed a handful of dumpling wrappers to start wrapping them up. There was no sound from outside the kitchen, so he couldn't help but ask, "What are those two kids doing?"
"Stop asking. Look at you talking so much today. Didn't you see that Xiaolian is about to cry?" Su Juan glared at him unhappily, her hands still moving.
Seemingly a little embarrassed, Wen Yiquan consciously lowered his head. He had never interacted with a girl of this age before and wondered if his words would have any impact on her.
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