I'm a world apart from you

Chapter 8
After hanging up the phone, Wen Ge scratched his head, and followed Wen Shaoyuan's instructions to find instant steaks in the freezer - a few days ago, Wen Shaoyuan bought several copies and put them in the refrigerator.

There were a lot of things in the refrigerator, so Wen Ge just knelt on the marble floor and opened them layer by layer to look at them.

The cold air in the frozen layer condensed into a white mist the moment it came into contact with the air, floating out in strands.The coolness wrapped around Wen Ge's fingertips, and after a while, she felt the heat from her fingertips being sucked away by the air-conditioning, making her feel cool and chilly.

Wen Ge picked at the last layer of frozen frost, and there was a sudden piercing sound, which made her teeth ache, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

When she cleaned off the layer of frost outside, her fingertips were already red from the cold, and because of the force, the place was cold and numb, and there was a burst of pain.

She took out two steaks, soaked them in water to thaw again, wiped the still sticky nape of her neck with a paper towel, and went upstairs to take a shower.

After taking a shower and wrapping her wet hair with a dry towel, Wen Ge remembered that the hair dryer in the room had broken not long ago and hadn't been replaced with a new one.She had borrowed it from Aunt Xin before, but she didn't dare to enter Aunt Xin's room privately, so she stood at the door of the bathroom for a while, and resigned herself to taking two extra towels to dry herself.

The sky was getting longer, and in the evening after six o'clock, the sun was setting, and the last ray of golden light burned most of the sky in City A.

Wen Ge faced the entrance of the courtyard and lay on the back of the sofa chair, waiting until the street lights in the villa area turned on one by one, only then did he see Wen Shaoyuan's car appear in sight.

She straightened her back, watched the car stop, and then jumped off the sofa, hurriedly stepped on her slippers to open the door.

As soon as Wen Shaoyuan got out of the car, he answered a phone call. He closed the car door behind his back, leaned slightly sideways, and stood tall and tall under the streetlight, casting his slender shadow on the stone brick floor.He stared at the shadow for a while, and then walked into the house.

When they got closer, Wen Ge saw that his brows were slightly frowned, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and his face was a bit solemn.

When he was three steps away from her, he suddenly stopped, raised his eyes, and gave her a deep look with gloomy eyes.

Wen Ge's footsteps, which were about to go forward, stopped suddenly. Standing at the door, she felt that the spring evening wind in City A was still bitingly cold.

After being silent for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the phone.

The lights from the kitchen and living room behind her shone through, soft and warm.

With the light behind her, her face can't be seen clearly, only the outline of her face can be vaguely seen.

Wen Shaoyuan stepped closer, in order to see clearly, he lowered his head slightly and glanced at her: "Why are you standing at the door stupidly?"

"Wait for Uncle." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito, and as soon as she uttered it, she was swept away by the evening wind and drifted into the air, never to be found again.After saying that, she took a few steps back, smiling without any abnormality: "Uncle is so busy with work, it doesn't matter if he doesn't come, I can take care of dinner by myself."

"You know how to cook?" Wen Shaoyuan looked at her slightly in surprise, and closed the door behind his back.

"Aunt Xin taught me, I can cook simple noodles." The tone was triumphant, as if knowing how to cook noodles is a great thing.

However, it is really rare for a 14-year-old girl who does not touch the spring water with her ten fingers to know how to cook noodles.

While changing his shoes, he looked sideways at her and said casually, "Girls don't need to learn how to cook, men should do such things."

After finishing the words, his eyes fell on her jet-black long hair. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the end of her hair lightly. There was a slight wetness within his reach.

"Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

Wen Ge let out a cry, then remembered: "The hair dryer is broken. It doesn't matter, it will be done later."

"I have it in the bathroom, use it first." After he finished speaking, he walked towards the living room and lowered his head to unbutton the suit.The slender fingers were as white as jade, and they were lightly undone on the button, with an elegant and leisurely movement.

Wen Ge responded, and watched him take off his suit jacket and put it on the back of the sofa chair, and walked into the kitchen, still unable to recover.

It was also at this time that Wen Ge vaguely felt that there was a very wide gap between himself and Wen Shaoyuan, so wide that it could hardly be bridged.

This man's demeanor and demeanor, no matter at what moment, can make you understand that you and he do not belong to the same world.

His innate elegance, nobility, and aloofness are unmatched by Wen Ge.

It's miles, not inches.

After eating, Wen Ge went back to his room to do his homework.

In previous years, on May Day, grandma would take her to Fanyin Temple.

City L is a well-known water town in the south of the Yangtze River in China. There are always tourists coming here during the golden holidays. The famous one is the Fanyin Temple. The incense has been flourishing for a hundred years and there is a steady stream.

People of the older generation like to put their faith in Buddha statues. Wen Ge’s grandmother also likes to go there during the New Year and holidays, lighting a few sticks of incense and burning a few pairs of incense sticks, as if those expectations in life will follow the flickering candles Achieve general.

Wen Ge has no special feelings for the temple. The wishes she makes in front of the Buddha statue every year are nothing more than wishing that her parents can spend more time with her, and that her grandmother will be healthy and live a long life.

Every year's wish has not come true, and until last year, after her family left her, she had nothing more to ask for.Even, she always felt that she was abandoned by the world, no one ever knew her wish, and no one ever understood her desire, she lived alone, as if just to taste the pain of this world.

After thinking about it, I didn't even think about doing my homework.

She pushed away the chair, lay down on the bed, rolled back and forth a few times wrapped in a soft and slightly cool quilt, stared at the ceiling for a while, turned over and sat up, put on a long-sleeved pajamas, and opened the door walked out.

The hallway was pitch black, without a single light.

Usually at this time, as long as Aunt Xin is still awake, there will be a few wall lamps for lighting in the living room, stairs and corridors.

At this moment, she and Wen Shaoyuan were the only ones in the whole villa, so it seemed silent and empty, even the sound of her walking around had a slight echo.

In the distance, at the head of the stairs, there was a cool moonlight shining down.

Wen Shaoyuan was in the room next to her, and the distance of a few steps seemed to be stretched infinitely.

Wen Ge was afraid of the dark since she was a child, and the sudden idea of ​​"finding my uncle to relieve boredom" disappeared without a trace. She clutched her throbbing heart, took a deep breath, rushed over a few steps, and knocked hard. The door to Wen Shaoyuan's room.

The next second, the door was opened. Wen Shaoyuan held the cup in one hand and the doorknob in the other. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her in puzzlement.

Wen Ge immediately stayed where he was, looking up at him, not knowing how to react.

Looking at each other for a long time, Wen Shaoyuan looked away first, and said in a gentle but flat tone: "Go into the room and wait for me for a while, I'll make a cup of coffee."

Wen Ge let out a groan, and before he could act on the sudden desire to escape, he saw him turn on the light in the corridor and pass her by.

It really passed by, the sound of the thin cloth rubbing against each other, like a taut string being gently plucked by the fingertips, subtle but rustling.

Wen Ge watched his slender figure disappear into the corner, then touched the tip of his nose and walked in.

Speaking of which, in the entire Wen family, Wen Ge is most familiar with his own room, followed by Wen Shaoyuan's room.

She looked around, went to the bookshelf to pick a book, walked to the sofa not far away and sat down cross-legged.

It didn't take long before I heard his steady footsteps coming from far to near, followed by the sound of the doorknob being unscrewed.

Wen Shaoyuan came in with coffee, his eyes stayed on her for a moment, and he quickly moved away, without asking her "what's the matter" or "what's the matter", and let her stay in his room.

Two people, one is writing a report, the other is reading a book. In addition to the crisp sound of keyboard tapping, there is a slight sound of flipping books in the room, and the atmosphere is harmonious and peaceful.

I don't know how long it took, but he raised his head from the computer, looked at Wen Ge, who was leaning on the sofa with a criminal investigation suspense novel, and was drowsy: "Do you want to sleep?"

Wen Ge's gradually hazy consciousness was pulled back by his light voice, she rubbed her eyes, closed the book, and nodded sleepily.

"I'll take you back to sleep." He pushed back the chair and stood up.

Wen Ge put the book back on the shelf, and followed him back to the room.

When he reached the door, he stopped, raised his chin slightly, and signaled her to go in by himself.

Wen Ge glanced at him, the hand holding the doorknob exerted a little force, and just pushed open a gap, suddenly turned and looked at him pitifully: "Uncle, can you turn off the light for me later?"

Wen Shaoyuan glanced at her quietly, with a faint smile, his tone was unclear: "I thought you were so brave."

Wen Ge pouted quietly.

Unexpectedly, this little action was caught by Wen Shaoyuan. He couldn't help smiling, pushed open the door, leaned in and turned on the light: "I have nightmares at night, no one cares about you."

She hasn't slept so late for a long time, and her eyelids are so sleepy.

Seeing him turn his back, she quickly took off her coat and got under the quilt.

After a rustling sound, Wen Ge poked his head out and said softly, "Uncle, you can turn off the lights."

Wen Shaoyuan turned his head, seemed to think for a moment, walked in under her puzzled eyes, turned on the bedside lamp, adjusted the light, and turned his head to look at her: "Would it be difficult to sleep with this kind of light? "

There is a faint fragrance unique to a girl's room in her nostrils. Wen Ge's long hair is spread casually on the pillow, half of her face is buried in the quilt, only her dark and moist eyes are exposed, shining brightly under the light, she is like a mist The deer in the morning light has pure and clear eyes.

Wen Shaoyuan paused slightly, and looked at her a few more times: "Answer."

Only then did Wen Ge shake his head, and buried his entire face in the quilt.

"Compassion, how long can a person cherish and stay?"

This is a sentence from the book Wen Ge read tonight. It doesn't have too many gorgeous words. The author didn't even want to spend more words on this sentence, but it was shocking in her eyes.

She gripped the corner of the quilt tightly, so hard that her fingertips turned white.There was a familiar light fragrance at the end of her nose, and she took a deep breath, only then did she feel a little more comfortable in her tingling heart.

Hiding under the quilt, Wen Ge tried hard to open his eyes wide, but what he saw was a hazy light and shadow.

She calmed down, holding her breath and listening to the movement around her.

I don't know how long it took before I heard the inaudible closing sound of the door coming from afar.

She hesitated for a moment, then poked her head out.

There is a lamp by the bed, and the light has been adjusted to be soft and warm.

She blinked and stared at the desk lamp for a while, until her eyes were sore, she shrank back into the bed again.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the image of him just now appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

He tilted his head slightly, and the warm light slanted down from his chin. The light and shadow blurred his face, and only his dark eyes could be seen, like the clear springs in the mountains, with the water shining.

His eyes were lazy, casual, quiet, and far away, and the gentleness that was not easy to be noticed by others was fully exposed under such light and shadow.

Aunt Xin always said that all the men in the Wen family are like this surname, gentle, gentle, and warm, but Mr. Wen and Wen Shaoyuan are different. The former is domineering and stubborn, while the latter is alienated and indifferent. Wen Ge can clearly see their softness It's all hidden in my heart.

She closed her eyes, and her body trembled a little.

Ever since she read that sentence in the book tonight, the unknown emotions that arose in her heart submerged her like a raging tide. She was so soaked that her whole body was numb and cold, and her hands and feet were stiff.

She has always known that her feeling for Wen Shaoyuan is very special, different from anyone else, it is dependence, a dependence that entrusts everything to him.

Because of thinking too much before going to bed, the quality of Wen Ge's sleep that night was extremely poor. His thoughts were as complicated as weeds growing wildly in his heart. He didn't fall asleep until he was exhausted in the middle of the night.

After this sleep, she slept until the next afternoon.

When I woke up, I found that the sky was gray, the clouds were rolling, and the wind was blowing. Only the distant sky, the sun shining through the clouds, revealed a thin light.

Wen Ge struggled on the bed and got up.

His head was aching after exerting too much force, Wen Ge rubbed his stomach, feeling that his footsteps were also a little vain.

There was a cold breakfast in the microwave oven in the kitchen, Wen Ge warmed it up, barely filling his stomach.

Nesting in the living room until the sun went down, the sky was dyed in a line of brilliant golden light, and finally covered by night, she realized that something was wrong.

It seems to have a cold, but it is not exactly a cold symptom.It's like eating something bad, and my stomach hurts, but it's different from the previous feeling. It's swollen, and it's a very secret but clear pain coming from deep in the body. Soft.

Something happened in the hotel, Wen Shaoyuan was delayed for a while before returning.

When he got home, he didn't see Wen Ge's figure as usual. He put down the keys, and glanced down at the neatly placed sneakers in front of the shoe cabinet—she didn't go out.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he put the fast food box he brought back from the hotel on the table. He glanced around, and then went upstairs to find her.

Wen Ge was huddling under the quilt.

She is much thinner than her peers, and in Wen Shaoyuan's eyes, she is no different from a kitten.

Wen Shaoyuan sat down beside the bed: "Wen Ge?"

Wen Ge remained motionless.

It was just before dark, and the gloomy sky outside the window was somewhat depressing.

He grabbed the quilt and pulled it down, and the defenseless Wen Ge was immediately exposed to his eyes, but he saw her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were tightly closed, and her lips were slightly biting.

Wen Shaoyuan frowned, and his eyes dimmed: "Uncomfortable?"

After the quilt was torn off, there was a slight chill.

Wen Ge opened his eyes and looked at him blankly.

The small face is really ugly.

Wen Shaoyuan sat close, and just as he stretched out his hand to feel the temperature of her forehead, she suddenly turned her head and avoided it all at once.

Wen Shaoyuan was startled, and asked with his eyes.

Wen Ge hugged the quilt and sat up, her untied long hair was scattered behind her, making her face look smaller and paler.Those pitch-black eyes stared at him, seeming a bit embarrassed, and after a while, they suddenly flooded with water.

"Uncle——" Her voice was a little helpless, mixed with crying, as soft as water.

Wen Shaoyuan hummed and waited patiently for her to speak.

"I..." She looked at him pitifully, grabbed her cuffs with her hands covering the quilt, wrapped them around her fingertips for a while, then lowered her head in discouragement.

It was completely dark inside the house.

Wen Shaoyuan was about to turn on the light, but as soon as he leaned over, she grabbed the hem of his clothes.

He turned his head, Jianwenge was looking at him with a small face tightly wrinkled, looking extremely embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)