A Heartwarming Decade

Since knowing that Ah Heng is Si Wan’s own sister, the girls in the class have started to feel embarrassed. They will say hello when they meet, vaguely and covertly. A Heng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"This girl is giggling again, what are you happy about?" Sindayi scratched the black hair on top of her head.

"Qian Minmin and I said hello." A Heng bent his eyebrows.

Qian Minmin is the girl who tied the knot with her.

"Stupid!" Xindayi smiled.

"Damn! You two don't be okay with chattering, okay? Help Young Master and I get rid of this pile of things! Hurry up!" Yan Xi shook a stack of homework notebooks and shouted away.

"Beauty Yan, you always seem to have come back from the second year of high school. Don't tell me about something as simple as you can't." Sindayi was shining in the sun, and finally seized the opportunity to talk about it.

"It's not that this young man doesn't know how to write it. Hey, you guys don't know me."

"Who is the potato? Yanxi, don't rely on yourself to eat for a few more days and scream at you!"

"Master, when I would gnaw ribs, you haven't got teeth!" Yanxi yawned. He stayed up late to play games last night.

Aheng turned over Yanxi's homework, smiled bitterly, and had a headache. How long did he save for homework and haven't written it.

"Dayi, you, my political history." Aheng picked up the four books from the stack of homework, divided the two books, and handed them to Sin Dayi.

"We have to do homework for Mao!"

"You guys don't help me write a few words for Mao!"

Two people jumped together.

"You guys, I don't understand what you are saying." A Heng smiled, her black eyes glowing softly.

"Wen Heng, why do you get stuck at a critical moment?" Sindayi was anxious.

"Ah! What Ben Shao just said is clearly the earth language, why don't you understand Wen Heng!" Yan Xi glanced.

"Do you dare to speak other planets?" Xin Dayi was awkward when he heard Yanxi's words.

"Oh, I'm from Tamarama, come to your earth to investigate." Yanxi grinned and dazzled her eyes.

"What kind of star is his mother star? Isn't it delicious?"

Aheng smirked calmly, let's take a look, she said that the two people went off topic in less than two seconds.

"Class is in class! Sindayi, why do you talk so much!" Ms. Guo, the head teacher, entered the class and knocked on the blackboard eraser.

"Yanxi still said it!" Sindayi was unhappy.

Ms. Guo was selectively deaf, so she started to lecture if she didn't hear her.

Yan Xipi smiled and didn't smile, her long legs kicked Sindayi under the table vigorously.

Sindayi wailing: "I knew it, I won't change the position to join you!"

"Ben Shao is not happy to be at the same table with you, it seems that I am at the same level as you!" Yan Xi tapped his chin with a slender and white finger, lazily.

A Heng turned his head to look at the two people, tilted his head and smiled. The teeth are neat, rice grains, nice and gentle.

"You need to collect money for watching the show!" Yanxi smiled, and stretched out her beautiful clean hands, finger after finger, white as jade, with thin knuckles.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand..." A Heng shook his head and turned around, slowly.

"Pretend to be stupid again." Yan hoped A Heng's back was light, but his tone was familiar and joking.

"Are you familiar?" Sindayi muttered.

He said nothing but laughed.

No more, no less, just happen to know.

Not deep or shallow, but acquaintance.

When Aheng asked Si Wan to have dinner, he was rushing homework. Look at it, it turned out to be English in the freshman year.

"It's hopeful?" A Heng frowned.

"Yeah. It's forcibly stuffed for me, let me finish writing today." Si Wan scribbled.

Aheng stretched out his hand and took the homework book from the table.

"No." She shook her head, her eyebrows narrowed slightly, and the clear landscape became foggy.

"Huh?" Si Wan looked up, not knowing why.

"Can't do this, get used to him."

Si Wan hesitated: "This is what Yanxi ordered..."

"Leave it to me." A Heng smiled gently, his voice soft.

After dinner, A Heng took the workbook and went to the Yan family.

Grandpa Yan was away for dinner, so she greeted Li Jingwei and went upstairs. Knocked on the door, when Yanxi saw her, she was obviously surprised.

"Come in." Yan Xi nodded slightly and stepped away flatly.

A Heng was a little embarrassed, but when he lowered his head, he saw the pink pig-head slippers worn by the teenager, and ran to Java in a moment of nervousness.

She walked in, but she was sweating coldly.

Eyes full of pink. Pink walls, pink curtains, pink bookshelves, pink tables, large full-length mirrors, pink clothes littered all over the floor, graffiti all over the walls, simple Q version villains, scary style.

A Heng was dazzled by pink, rubbed his eyes, and handed the workbook to Yanxi.

Yanxi raised her eyebrows: "I remember I've handed it over to Si Wan."

"Do it yourself." Aheng smiled.

"No time." Yan Xi said lightly, picked up the handle on the wooden floor, and sat on the floor to continue playing the game.

"Do it yourself." A Heng repeated, but his gentle tone brought persistence.

"Oh, put you on the bed, wait until I think of it." The young man nodded his head if necessary, his eyes were crystal clear, but he focused on the front. The little man on the TV screen was fighting fiercely, but his tone of voice was already unhappy. .

"When, remember?" Aheng continued to smile.

"I don't know." Yan Xi was completely cold.

"Oh." A Heng nodded, sat silently, took out a pen and began to write the political history she had promised.

The boy's thumb hit the handle, vaguely sharp and sharp. He remained silent, his eyes did not move half an inch, only when Aheng did not exist.

Aheng smiled and looked at the boy's back gently.

The young man wore a cotton T-shirt, which was neat and clean, his black hair was soft, and the top was slightly curled up, floating with small fluctuations in the air, sensitive and childish. He tried to treat her as air, tried to treat the subtle undercurrent with her as a kind of conquest, and tried to win with a high profile.

Aheng knows that this is Yanxi's mode of getting along with others. He erected a thorn, ready to convince her without fighting.

She thought that Yanxi did not see her as a woman who needed a gentleman's demeanor at the moment, but an enemy who invaded her territory for ridiculous reasons, regardless of gender, only to be expelled.

However, this treatment made her feel real.

At this moment, this is what Yanxi really looks like. It is not gentle or flattering, not naughty or deliberate, not perfunctory or arrogant, not plain or indifferent. Those are only incomplete appearances of specific words made to specific people on specific occasions. However, just looking at a corner, it became increasingly fragmented.

She was fortunate enough, at this point, she saw the complete words.

A Heng raised his hand and looked at his watch. At half past seven, he continued to write the question.

However, on the screen, the number of villain deaths gradually increased.

After a long time, there was a loud noise.

Aheng raised his eyes and Yanxi stared at her coldly. In the corner of the wall, there was a black handle that was cracked.

"When are you going to stay?" He asked her, deep in her black eyes, the mirror was as smooth as it was impenetrable.

"Did you remember?" A Heng smiled, reaching out and handing over the extra-lingual homework.

The corner of the boy's eyes was raised, his eyes were full of anger, and he stared at her fiercely for a long time.

A Heng's eyes looked at him gently, clear and clean. She smiled softly: "Yanxi, doing homework, is it so hard?"

The young man was stunned, and eased the ice of his eyebrows. For a long while, he didn't smile, "Wen Heng, are you worth it for such a big deal?"

You are angry, you are the one who is awkward, and you are the one who throws things.

A Heng sighed, feeling wronged.

"I know, I will write, you go." Yan Xi dropped her head and leaned against the bed, speaking lightly.

"Oh." A Heng nodded and got up, his knees a little numb.

She closed the door and went downstairs.

Guard Li was sitting on the rocking chair on the balcony listening to the radio, and fell asleep. The faint snoring sound was very clear in the quiet and empty living room.

Under the shadow of the setting sun, the room was silent, and the sound of a wall clock was ticking.

The Wen family, although not counted as a thriving crowd, is much warmer than here. As he thought, A Heng raised his head and saw the picture hanging on the wall again. Frame by frame, the gorgeous color and lustre, the moment of capture, the warmth is beyond added.

However, the goodness stayed, and it was contaminated with coldness in the quiet air, a bit warm, a bit lonely.

A Heng's heart felt like being scratched by a cat's paw for a moment, and began to aches with his heartbeat.

She remembered the past stories that Yanxi said when she was sick, so weak voice, so mocking and sad.

She remembered the smile when Yanxi held the cake and handed it to her. He said to her, "Wen Heng, Mama Yun asked me to buy it for you. She asked me to say'Happy Birthday' to you." That tone, envy and jealous .

He is afraid that others will break the loneliness he has, because loneliness is a very powerful armor, and only a powerful armor is a completely powerful Yanxi.

She had never expected that she would be able to see this young man to such a degree, but the blessed soul at this moment was beyond her original dullness.

In the past, when looking at Yanxi, when blurred, it was vaguely curiosity and beauty; now, it is clear, but it is fear and pity.

She was afraid, and this pity would slowly become clear over time, advancing to the bone marrow.

After looking forward to those photos for a long time, after all, he paused.

Yanxi saw Ah Heng again, only half an hour later, when he finished his English homework in art style.

"You haven't left?" He was stunned, turning his pen slowly with his slender fingers.

"Are you hungry?" A Heng asked nonchalantly, holding a bowl of steaming noodles in her hands with a tangy fragrance.

"Spare ribs noodles?" The boy took a breath and probed gently.

"In the kitchen, there are ribs, noodles, and they just happen to have them. So, I just made them." A Heng explained uncomfortably.

So, do you want to eat?

Yanxi's face is suspicious, her big eyes are clear and alert: "Ah, I see, you must be poisoned!"

"Well, it's poisoned. If you don't eat it, I will feed the braised pork rice." A Heng smiled and walked to the window.

The little parrot was lazily basking in the moon. Seeing her, he fluttered his wings and turned around the bowl. With bright small eyes, he yelled, "Stewed pork and stewed pork!"

Yanxi smiled: "Why are you so careful, didn't you just throw you out?" Then, he flicked the skull of the little bird. The little thing went around too fast, due to inertia, harp, and hit the window.

He grabbed the bowl in her hand, the back of his hand touched his lips slightly, his black eyes, his smile became innocent and strong. The black head was buried in the fine porcelain bowl, and he ate sweetly, reminding Ah Heng of the pretty piglets on the juvenile lunch box.

While Yanxi was eating, Aheng picked up the gamepad from the corner, sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a screwdriver, focusing on the work in his hand, tapping.

"What are you doing?" Yanxi sucked.

"Oh, this, fix it." Aheng did not look up, turning the screwdriver lightly.

"Will you?" Continue to suck.

"Try it." A Heng laughed.

"It's a bad trial, can't you pay it?" the boy asked with confidence.

"It's broken." Aheng smiled and reminded him.

"If it weren't for you, would I fall? This handle, but the young master, I took it back from the aunt's house after all the hard work." The young man gave a generous statement.

"Already, it's fixed." A Heng smiled, pursed his thin lips, tightened the screw, and gently handed the handle to the boy.

Yanxi took it, and there was no loose noise. Knowing that it was fixed, she remembered something, and put the handle to her ear and listened intently.

"You, what do you listen to?" A Heng was curious.

Yanxi smiled, squinted her bright black eyes, and sighed for a long time, with the grandfather longing for the infinite sunset: "A long, long, long, long time ago, really long time. Legend has it that there is a great **** in every gamepad. If the player chats with him every day, he will lead us to victory in the game."

A Heng dumbfounded: "God, really?"

Suddenly, a somewhat cool gamepad lightly covered her forehead, and Aheng looked up.

"Yes, yes, he told me that you were very rude just now and he hates you very much."

A Heng sniffed and grabbed the handle attached to his forehead, feeling aggrieved: "No, no rudeness."

"Yes, you have!" Yanxi squinted. "The great **** said, not only did you knock him, you also screwed him. He will retaliate against you."

"What will he do, revenge?" A guilty conscience.

"Oh, I will send a little devil to your bedside in the middle of the night to tell you ghost stories, such as rural corpses, evil spirits and grievances in the middle of the night, painted skins, cannibals, vampires, and the combination of China and foreign countries has everything to do with ancient and modern..." Compared with hand-painted feet, saliva flies randomly.

A Heng was dubious, and asked in a low voice, "Is it Chinese or foreign?"

Yanxi originally rubbed her chin with her index finger, and laughed when she heard Ah Heng's words pounding on the pillow: "I thought you were pretending to be stupid. It seems that Ben Shao overestimated you."

Obviously he is a kid who understands in a foolish pretense.