A Heartwarming Decade

When Yanxi rang the doorbell, Mother Wen opened the door.

He stuffed a small package into Wen's arms, and he was anxious: "Well, Mom, you can watch Wahaha for a while, Aheng and I went back to the whole house. It was all gray and choked to death."

Then, the figure disappeared like a gust of wind.

Mother Wen was sluggish, the touch on her hands was too soft, she bowed her head, big eyes, big eyes, giggles, drooling, angelic little face.

Three seconds later, the old lady reacted and yelled at the neighbor next door full of anger: "Wen Heng, Yan Xi, you two little rabbits, this is my grandson, not a rag doll, little rabbit!"

Aheng embarrassed.

Yan Xi is embarrassed.

In the evening, Mr. Yan brought his wife to his mother-in-law’s house for a meal, and was scolded by the old lady: "I can see it, do you want to abuse my grandson? Look at the child, holding a bottle is better than seeing you both kissing. , How do you usually hungry him, huh?"

Yanxi watched her son holding the baby bottle and drinking, like a starving ghost reborn, and curled her lips: "Who is hungry, don’t look at his mouth as small as a cherry. Every time my wife feeds him milk, A dead child is choking to death."

Aheng touched his nose and felt wronged: "Mom, I can't be blamed. Your grandson doesn't know that he is hungry and has a good appetite. I feed him eight times a day."

Yanxi nodded, stretched out her index finger to poke her son's cheek, but was slapped by her mother-in-law. The old lady said: "I have never seen your parents who are so inconsistent. Fortunately, they were sent back by France. I have to stay for a few months. My little baby will not be tossed to death by you."

The old lady hugged her grandson in distress. Ouch, the little baby was careful, smiling kindly, not enough to kiss her.

Si smiled with goose bumps: "Mom, you don't want to be tired of talking by yourself."

Sier's eyes widened: "Bombing, my nephew, my nephew, my mother can kiss as much as she likes, you can go on a blind date."

With a smile of thought, he took A Heng's hand with tears: "Sister, sister, I am getting less and less of a place at home. You can count as coming back. They all bullied me."

A Heng smiled gently. She said, "Brother, brother, what are you afraid of, don't you want a girlfriend? I'll go to work tomorrow and I will go to the hospital to find you some angels in white."

Aheng got the letter of introduction from Edward and the letter of appointment from the board of directors, and later worked in the Beijing N.T.S Medical Research Branch as the head of the ENT department. He has to report to France once every quarter.

Si Wan dripped cold sweat, and said in a whisper: "No need, keep the status quo, the status quo..."

Sier's teeth were almost crushed, and he gave a cold snort and said nothing.

Yanxi hugged her son, bent her eyes, and said, "Mom, Grandpa, let's go home first."

Old Wen had been on another set of sofas. Although he was teasing the birds, he sneaked a few hundred eyes at the little baby one day. I heard that the great-grandson was leaving and wanted to stay. He coughed slightly to see if his grandson couldn't save face.

A Heng knew that Elder Wen had always had a grudge against Yanxi. He held the child in Yanxi's arms, squatted under his grandfather's sofa, and smiled softly: "Little boy, kiss Grandpa, we will see you tomorrow."

She held the little guy gently on her grandfather's face, and printed a big drool mark. The stubborn old Wen blushed and stiffened, then smiled, and touched the little baby's head with wrinkled hands. .

The big-eyed doll yelled, kicked her chubby legs in her mother's arms, opened her eyes to the grandfather, grabbed the white beard with her little hand, and giggled.

Si Wan peeped at Yan Xi, and Yan hoped that he would bend his eyebrows and snore his head: "Si Wan, how old you are, how old you are."

Thinking smiled: "Brother-in-law, call to brother, hurry up."

Yanxi rolled her eyes, holding Ah Heng in her left hand and her son in her right hand: "There are lunatics here, go home!"

Outside, the sky is full of stars.

Mother Wen looked at the back of her daughter-in-law, smiled, and she burst into tears.

Sier was surprised: "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Mother Wen said: "I have seen Ah Heng walk by here, and I have also seen Xiaoxi. They always walk by alone, and every time I am worried. This is the first time I have looked at them and noticed happy."

She muttered that she was old, but turned around and grabbed the phone, sighing, she was relieved, she said: "Old sister-in-law, come and settle in City B. A Heng already has a child, let's watch him grow up together."

The baby has big eyes and the mouth is very small, so the baby is a embarrassing baby.

When he was five months old, Sindayi held the little baby Yan, grinned and said to everyone, "How is this my nephew, how is it beautiful, haha?"

Everyone smirked, how come your nephew is so beautiful?

Dayi felt that the time was really short. He went back twenty-six years ago and said: "My reputation in this life is considered to be in the hands of you and your beauty father."

The little baby was hypocritical, and took two bites with his uncle's face to comfort him.

At six months, the little baby learned to speak, ah, ah, any request is just one word "ah", sucking, peeing, and robbing mom from dad. Baby dad bit the towel, this is my wife, go back to your baby room!

The mother of the baby's nest is bleating in her arms, her big eyes fluttering, ah, after the author's translation, it should be you.

The baby's mother said: "Yanxi, are you only three years old this year?"

The baby's father continued to bite and blinked his eyes: "Daughter-in-law, you should treat me as three years old, as long as you can let me sleep in your arms."

The baby spit out the **** and turned his head, turning and turning, looking at his father, his little hand was holding a towel and was crying: "Ah."

"It will be great, and I will, ah ah ah, every time I pretend to be pitiful, the old woman, I believe him, this dead child is the best at pretending."

"Ah."

"Ah ah ah ah ah, oh, so will I."

The little baby looked pitiful and looked at his father with big eyes.

The baby's father was also very pitiful, looking at the baby's mother with big eyes.

The mother of the baby was speechless, and in the middle of sleeping on her own, she embraced her son with her left arm and her father with her right arm.

After half a minute, the baby's father trembles, but the baby's mother refuses to tremble. One minute later, the baby's father was curled up and trembling with the baby's mother.

The baby blinked his big eyes, sucking his fingers, confused...

Where's dad...

Where's mom...

Where is where...

When the baby was seven months old, Ah Heng received a letter from Paris.

In the French Oil Painting Competition, Yanxi’s carefully prepared Mother won the only gold medal. The slogan printed on the invitation letter was: his gentle wife.

Never have such a vision, from a husband's perspective, such an interpretation of his wife.

Mother.

The lower right corner of the invitation letter corresponds to Mother’s winning word: Thelovebeyondyourimagination.

Fame overnight, born for love.

Aheng looked at her husband not far away. He just lowered his head and patiently fed his son rice noodles.

When the baby was eight months old, watching radio gymnastics on TV, he followed the children on TV very upright in his father's arms, jumping happily in open pants.

Yanxi's paintings have been fired to a million since they won the prize. With some money in the family, Mr. Yan can't remember, thinking of the Ferrari that he sacrificed heroically before, and bought another one.

When Aheng was reporting to work in Paris, Gu Feibai and Du Qing's wedding invitations were sent home.

A Heng's eldest sister, the third sister and the fourth sister, together with Xiao Wu, strongly demanded to see his nephew. A Heng asked Yanxi to drive with the baby, and she got off the plane to catch the wedding.

Guests gathered at the venue, and all the celebrities from the south of the Yangtze River were present.

Aheng hadn't come when Yanxi arrived at the venue with Yanxi holding baby.

Xiao Wu's eyes brightened, and he stood on the stool and waved directly, and said, "Brother-in-law and brother-in-law, here and here, hurry!"

There was no such thing as a high voice in the audience, and everyone looked at the entrance of the hall in silence.

Yan Xi black line.

Wahaha just woke up, holding his father's neck, wearing overalls, and turning around with big eyes.

Gu Feibai was wearing a white suit, looking at Yanxi and the child he was holding, slightly lost.

Du Qing wore a wedding dress, walked over, stroked the little guy's hair lightly, and smiled: "Brother-in-law, where is my sixth sister?"

Yanxi: "Ah, oh, Aheng hasn't got off the plane yet, it will probably take a while."

Yan Xiaobao looked at the fragrant bride and sneezed greatly.

Du Qing was a little bit silly.

Xiao Wu rushed from his seat and snatched Wahaha from Yanxi: "Oh, my baby, how come you look so good? You look better than your dad. Haha, call aunt, aunt."

Wahaha pursed his mouth, then touched his fifth aunt's face, smiled, hehe.

The Yandang of the older generation of Xi Zhong recognized Yanxi early and was embarrassed. Should they say hello or not?

The younger generation's eyes lit up, and they looked at Yanxi and whispered, is it DJYan? is it him?

The remaining people stared slightly, but suddenly laughed. It was Yanxi, the author of Mother.

In this lifetime, who has to rely on whom to be famous?

A Heng’s teacher, Mr. Li, came over wearing reading glasses, and after studying Yanxi for a long time, he smiled: "I know you."

Yanxi bowed deeply: "Sir, I also know you, thank you for your love for my wife."

Mr. Li smiled faintly, looked at Gu Feibai, and spoke gently to Yanxi: "The only protégé students in my life are Feibai and Aheng. You are so lucky, you must cherish it."

Gu Feibai looked at Yanxi, his lips moved, his eyes fixed on Du Qing, but he could not speak.

There was a clear running sound outside the hall, and the door was pushed open. It was Aheng with picturesque brows before he could change his white coat.

She wiped her sweat and smiled slightly: "Fortunately, I am not late."

Wahaha saw her mother, stretched out her little hand and screamed. A Heng had embraced Wahaha since his fifth childhood, with gentle eyes and apologetically speaking to Gu Feibai: "Brother Gu, I am in a hurry for your wedding with my sister-in-law. I didn't bring a gift. Will you make up for it in a few days?"

When Yanxi received the invitation at home, it was already the day before the wedding. The couple had no time to prepare gifts except to pay with the men.

Gu Feibai watched her lightly and said, "It's okay. I heard that Yanxi's paintings are hard to find. How about painting a painting on site as a gift?"

Yanxi raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Do you want to paint? It's probably impossible to paint. I'm good at oil painting."

Oil painting takes some time.

Gu Feibai shook his head with a cold expression: "So what about the words? A Heng gave a picture when I got engaged, and it would be nice if you send another picture in response."

Gu Feibai's handwriting has always been good, and there seemed to be only words left where he felt like-minded with Ah Heng.

Du Qing's face became ugly.

Yanxi looked at Ah Heng dozingly: "Mrs. Yan, take yours and echo me, my reputation is gone."

A Heng's face was reddened, pretending not to hear.

Holding the brush with his slender fingers, Mr. Yan smiled softly. He said, "Gu Feibai, today is for my daughter-in-law's loneliness, otherwise, how can you be worthy of my writing?"

When the wind and clouds meet, Nong Cui swayed.

A couplet.

"How can I die, I only envy gentle words and not immortals."

Autumn of 2008.

Aheng and Yanxi returned to Wushui.