Wen Lin looked away from Vicia, and she said casually, "As you wish."

A gust of wind blew in from the crack of the door, and the candle shadow swayed. Seeing the indifference and alienation on Wen Lin's face, Vicia couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She continued the movements in her hands, and her eyebrows and eyes hidden in the dark were still gentle.

The cod fish soup and the venison pie are both fresh and sweet, and they look very light.

After it was done, Vicia naturally wiped the small wooden table that had not been used for a long time, moved it to the stove, and filled Wen Lin with a large bowl of soup.

"Try it, it shouldn't be as delicious as what you made."

It smells delicious, which is obviously much more enticing than other food Wen Lin has eaten in the past half month.

Wen Lin knew that her body had to be taken care of, and she didn't know how long she would take care of herself by relying only on the gnawing bread in the village and the thick soup made from some unknown mixture.

Just as he was about to pick it up and take a bite, there was a tight knock on the door.

Her hand stopped in mid-air, and she stood up to open the door. As Wen Lin expected, it was Rima.

Her home was far away from the stone house where Wen Lin lived, and the snow was even worse at night, a thick layer of snow fell on her body, and her cheeks were flushed with cold.

Rema looked into the kitchen on her toes, stepped aside, pointed to the cold-proof supplies pulled by the sleigh cart, and pointed to Vicia.

She came to bring basic cold-proof supplies to Vicia. Wen Lin looked at another house not far from her stone house. Although the roof was fine, the walls were broken in several places. Is Vicia preparing for tonight? sleep there.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Lin turned to look at Vicia, but said, "It's cold outside, can you let Rima come in first?"

After all, the kitchen was cleaned by Vicia, and they were preparing to eat. Rema's arrival seemed out of time, and Vicia's approval should be sought first.

The smile in her eyes froze for a while, as if a gloomy gauze was covered, Vicia's eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded, "Of course you can."

With a light expression on her face, Wen Lin naturally helped Rema to pat the snow on her cloak, and made room for Rema beside her.

"Hello," Rima looked very happy. She came in to say hello to Vicia first, and then she focused all her attention on Wen Lin, chattering and couldn't stop talking, and took out from her arms. a drawing.

After seeing the food on the table, he retracted the drawing and swallowed carefully.

Wen Lin couldn't understand what she was talking about. In the past two weeks, she relied on observation to figure out Rima's expression and movements. Seeing that her eyes fell on the food, Wen Lin laughed and pushed the bowl in her direction, and gestured with her gestures. She can eat.

Halfway through the push, Wen Lin remembered that this was given to her by Vicia, she stopped and looked at Vicia.

Vicia was also looking at Wen Lin, and their eyes met in the air.

Wen Lin found that the sadness in Vicia's eyes seemed to be more obvious. She seemed to know what Wen Lin was thinking, and said first, "I'll serve you a bowl."

Although the two talents have been in contact for a short time, they are surprisingly comfortable with each other.

Wen Lin nodded and said thank you.

Hearing her thanks, Vicia seemed to have something to say, but in the end she didn't say anything. She put the refilled fish soup in front of her, and while Wen Lin didn't pay attention to herself, her eyes were full of nostalgia. following her.

Wen Lin was very quiet while eating. She drank the fish soup in her hand little by little, and didn't move a piece of the venison pie.

On the contrary, it was Rima, who from time to time complimented Vicia's craftsmanship, with a sincere and lovely expression, making this small silent space lighter.

After eating two venison pies, Rima smiled embarrassedly at Vicia, "I swear this is the most delicious food I have ever eaten. What you cook is really delicious."

Seemingly touched by Rima's innocence, Vicia showed a kind smile and took the initiative to introduce, "This is food made with the cooking method of Wen Lin's hometown."

"Where is Wen Lin's hometown? We rescued her from the sea. When we picked her up, her whole body was as cold as ice."

There is a unique majestic aura about Vicia. When Rema saw her for the first time, she felt intimidated, but when she laughed, Rema felt that she, like Wen Lin, had an attractive and mysterious aura.

This made Rema curious, and at the same time approached them more actively.

"Did you rescue her at sea?" Vicia said these words very gently and slowly, and the inaudible voice was filled with lingering heaviness. She wanted to know where Wen Lin has been in these nine years. , Is she doing well, what has she suffered, and why has her body become so weak.

Her heartbeat was suddenly messy, but her eyes were surprisingly calm. Vicia took a few deep breaths and continued to answer,

"A country in the East very far from the Golan."

"Have you and Wen Lin known each other for a long time?"

"It's been a long time, as long as ten years."

"Ten years? Did Wen Lin not grow up at the time? She looks only a few years older than me now."

Rima looked surprised. Although this lady was also very beautiful and charming, she looked much older than Wen Lin.

Vicia was silent, she did not continue to answer, but turned her head to look at Wen Lin. When talking about ten years, Vicia deliberately repeated it in Chinese. She looked at every subtle expression on Wen Lin's face. Change of expression.

However, to Vicia's disappointment, Wen Lin drank the soup quietly and never moved.

Withdrawing her gaze, her fingers clasped the edge of the table silently, slowly closing in like a snare and unable to resist the soreness and pain. Vicia, who was already used to this feeling, did not show any abnormality, and turned to Wen Lin and said,

"You can also try venison."

The wind outside the window gradually became stronger, and the sound of snow falling from the branches came from outside the house.

Rima looked at Vicia's eyes on the bowl containing the venison, and then looked at Wen Lin, guessing and reminding,

"Madam, are you asking Wen Lin to eat venison pie? She can't eat it anymore. This is the most meal I've ever seen Wen Lin eat. She usually only eats a little bit of bread with a few mouthfuls. soup."

Rema gestured as she spoke, and explained, "Wen Lin will vomit if she eats too much."

In an instant, all the complicated emotions that were tumbling in Vicia's heart disappeared, and were completely replaced by deep worries, as well as deep-rooted guilt and self-blame that deepened over time.

During these nine years, Vicia always thought that if it wasn't for her own selfishness, Wen Lin might not have been bound by Golan, and the heavy responsibility that could not be escaped would not have anything to do with her.

She won't suffer in that **** war, she won't go to great lengths for Golan and herself, she may be like a bird on the sea, shining in a free country that belongs to her.

Vicia couldn't help her heartache. She seemed to have done despicable and selfish things to Wen Lin in the name of love.

Vicia thought, she doesn't blame Wen Lin for forgetting herself, she doesn't blame her for forgetting everything about each other, this is a punishment for her incompetence.

The fire in the stove gradually went out, and Rima, who noticed a subtle atmosphere, left first.

Wen Lin got up and went to see her off, and Vicia stood up and walked behind Wen Lin, Rema still waved towards Vicia and Wen Lin with an energetic look.

She is indeed a lovable little girl. Facing her who saved Wen Lin, Vicia's attitude was extraordinarily tolerant.

When Rema was far away, Wen Lin turned her head to look at the silent Visia, her eyes flashed, and said, "I'm tired and want to rest."

Today is the longest day for Wen Lin to be awake. In the past two weeks, she has been awake for no more than two hours a day. In addition to eating a lot, Wen Lin looks a little weak at this time, and her pale face shows a touch Unusual flushing.

They were standing opposite each other at this time, very close, and the light reflected from the snow made the sight clearer.

Vicia raised her hand, and the next warm and delicate palm landed on Wen Lin's forehead, not hot, but a little cold.

Wen Lin didn't like the sudden closeness again. She froze and took a few steps back, frowning at Vicia.

"I don't remember everything you said, and I don't believe it. Maybe I'll never remember, but at least for now, I don't like being close to you."

The expression is serious and serious, revealing a deliberate indifference and alienation.

Sigh, don't speak.

Vicia stared at the shadows of the branches and leaves under her feet for a long time. She finally smiled bitterly, holding back the panic that seemed to knock her down, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you forget it all, we can start again."

Watching silently, Vicia stood up straight, but Wen Lin felt that she was extremely humble when she was talking.

There was an uncomfortable feeling in her heart, Wen Lin didn't want to talk any more, she turned her head and left.

Following Wen Lin's footsteps, Vicia sent her to the door.

Enter the house, close the door, and do it all in one go.

Looking at the closed door in front of her, Vicia sighed helplessly, and went to the small shabby house next to her with the attendants taking the cold-proof supplies sent by the village.

It has been cleaned in advance, and the holes in the wall have been temporarily repaired. It still looks shabby, but it is barely habitable.

After the fireplace was lit, Vicia was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to sleep.

Everything in front of her seemed like an unreal dream. The fact that Wen Lin was still alive made Visia feel extremely satisfying, but at the same time it made her feel scared and flustered.

If Wen Lin really can never remember, will she accept herself again, and can they go back to the time when they fell in love.

Especially now that they don't seem to match as well as they used to, thinking of what Rema said unintentionally during the meal, "Ten years? Then Wen Lin didn't grow up at that time, she looks only a few years older than me now. "

Vicia felt as if a hole had been broken in her heart, and the cold wind poured in, leaving it empty.

Unable to contain the anxiety in her heart, Vicia turned over and sat up, took out the mirror from the luggage on the side, she walked to the fire, looked at her face meticulously, she seemed to be really old, her fingers brushed her eyes There are a few extra fine lines at the back of the tail, and then the long hair is gathered up, and it seems that there are more gray hairs.

Depressed and powerless, Vicia fell into a state of bewilderment, and she didn't know how to mend the gap of time.

In a drowsy time, Vicia fell asleep very unsteadily, and she had a dream.

In the dream, Wen Lin was with a woman who couldn't see her face clearly, and Vicia could be sure that the woman was not herself.

She floated in the air, watching Wen Lin meet and fall in love with that woman, and watch them go through their lives happily.

Wen Lin was as gentle and considerate to that woman as she did to herself.

There is no calculation, their lives are simple and beautiful, like wild flowers in full bloom in the field, fragrant and unrestrained.

Vicia was heartbroken. At first, she shouted Wen Lin's name, and wanted to ask her why she had abandoned herself. When she got to the back, Vicia just watched quietly, watching Wen Lin walk for a while. In a different life, it turns out that without herself, Wen Lin can live so well.

Vicia woke up crying from her dream. She stroked the tears on her face and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was still dark outside the window, but Vicia couldn't sleep.

(This book comes from: Dragon and Phoenix Internet)