A Heartwarming Decade

That day, a young man rushed to Yan Jia.

"Beauty, let's not be angry! Lao Tzu has beaten Chen Juan for you, a dead ladyboy who breaks the wall!" The handsome black boy wearing a black T with a serious expression, facing the silent one on the sofa, generously Chen word.

Yanxi looked up, fluttered, and squirted: "Did you hit someone, or did someone hit you?"

The stupid boy's face was blue and purple, the corners of his mouth were swollen, and there were many clear blood stains on his neck, like a palette.

Sindayi clutched her black hair and smirked: "Hey, don't worry about this, anyway, knowing that I have avenged you, it will be done!"

Yanxi stared at the young man's face, clean and upright, seeing the bottom. For a moment, he pondered and smiled: "Dayi, do you think there are more people like you in this world, or more people like me?"

The young man was stunned, frowned and thought, and said frankly: "If you talk about your face, it's really hard to find someone who grows like you. In terms of personality, there are not many people who are perverted and domineering like you who love to bully people."

"Damn it!" Yan Xi smiled, smashing the pillow in his hand.

There is a banyan tree in front of Yan's house, which was planted for his grandson personally when Yanxi celebrated his first birthday. It has grown for more than ten years and has been very lush.

In recent years, the old man has gradually let go of the affairs of the army. When he is idle at home, he asks someone to build a stone chessboard under the banyan tree. At dusk, he often kills with a gang of old men and old comrades.

A Heng likes the eyes of the old people when they play chess. It is wise, unrestrained and open, and it is bright and noble, soaked by medals of merit.

Such a soul can only be interpreted by her full admiration. So every time she met, she always wanted to look at it for a long time.

Yan Lao teased her: "I think you like this bluestone chessboard. Just let Xiaoxi be our daughter-in-law and marry me. Let you hold it every day!"

Ah Heng blushed and was speechless. He just looked around for fear that Yanxi would accidentally appear and listen. He really didn't have to live.

Old Xin smiled and said, "When will Xiaoxi not be able to sell it anymore, and want you to spend so much time on the line? I'm not afraid that Lao Wen will scold you for squeezing your little granddaughter."

Old Yan glared: "What do you know! The honest and kindness of this child means searching through the entire arts and crafts troupe of our army, and there is no one. There are so many beautiful girls, but this is not rare."

Old Xin laughed and scolded: "Bah! When you say that the old man has some kindness, he only bullies the little girl and is gentle, so as to accommodate your little bully."

This scene seemed to be jumping alive in his mind, but he said he was leaving, the chessboard had been empty for a long time.

"A Heng, what are you staring at?" The young man sitting on the stone bench tilted his head and asked her.

A Heng gently straightened the boy's head: "Don't move."

The tone is still Nuo Nuo, but a little cold.

A Heng wrapped the big towel around the boy's neck and tied a loose knot, looking at the boy's black hair with complicated eyes.

In the past few days, Yanxi’s scalp has been swollen and inflamed. The doctor speculated that the hair follicles were inflamed by the chemicals in the hair gel. For fear of damaging the hair roots, he instructed the teenager to shave his hair and apply the medicine every day until he recovered.

Yanxi struggled for a few days, and refused to go to the barbershop, so he asked Aheng to cut him at home.

Ah Heng feels like a universal mobile toolbox. Although he is not proficient in what he does, he always has a little bit of fury. For example, car repair; for example, haircut.

She tilted her head towards the setting sun, her hand gently touched the teenager's hair, and the full twilight fluttered gently towards her palm with a soft and warm breath, as if it was filled with something.

A Heng squinted, slowly looking for the boy's hairline, only to see a small twist on the top of his hair. When I was young, I often heard old people say that this is a smart bowl, a place where smart people grow. Presumably, the strange spirits who are full of Yanxi's mind came from here.

Yanxi laughed: "Aheng Aheng, are you fascinated by my hair and reluctant to commit a crime?"

Look, this narcissism may have grown from that little nest. Helpless, she looked around for hair clippers, but a white jade carving hand passed over from the front: "Here."

When, inadvertently, he took it away again...

A Heng caught it, and the silver hair clipper passed the boy's palm, still carrying his body temperature, the weak warmth in the strong cold.

Yan Xi'an, who was surrounded by a big towel, looked at the big banyan tree quietly, with a well-behaved appearance.

He has always been jealous of her, all the trivial things can be seen. He was troubled with how to treat her, the little sister next door, but he taught her next door how to treat him. Who is more difficult in this relationship?

She stood behind him, leaned slightly, and watched the hair clippers flying through the eyes of black hair. What fell slowly was a piece of broken hair.

"A Heng, I have long hair, very slow." Yan Xi said, her voice a little low.

"Such a length..." A Heng compared his neck with his hand.

"It's probably tens of thousands of years." Yanxi said in a serious tone.

"Nonsense." A Heng frowned.

"A Heng, I sometimes feel that you don't look like a woman." Yan Xi slightly squinted his big eyes like a dragon's eye, faintly, "Otherwise, how can I not be afraid when I see you!"

Woman, what is there to be afraid of? What a strange word. She ignored him, only when it was the Martian language spoken when a teenager had convulsions.

However, after a long time, I was secretly sad again, why not ask what happened.

There is no antecedent for how many talks in this world. He clearly opened his heart at this moment, wanting to believe her seriously, wanting a reason to get out of the darkness, but he just missed her...

What was she doing then? He was just awkwardly and concentratedly fighting with Yan Xi's black hair, and even saddened by his previous suspicions, and didn't want to pay attention to his words.

After a long time, the boy's hair has been thinned a lot.

"A Heng, if Si Wan and I fall into the water, which one do you save first?" Yan Xi was bored and said lazily.

Such a boring question.

"Thinking about it."

"Then what about Me and Dayi?" The boy had already raised his ears.

"Dayi."

"Where are the braised pork rice and me?!" His voice began to resent.

"you."

Yanxi turned her head abruptly, staring at Ah Heng sadly with big eyes, startled Ah Heng quickly, and quickly retracted her hair clipper, fearing it might hit him.

"A Heng, although I know that Si Wan is your own brother, Dayi and you have always played speculatively, but you don't have to be so honest!"

Aheng bowed his head and looked back at the boy, feeling condescending. After looking at it for a long time, I only felt that the face was too beautiful and flawless, the eyes were too pure and clean, the mouth was too high, and he gave a puff and laughed.

She couldn't see how he was wronged, but it was more pleasing to see his arrogant and arrogant appearance.

So, I compromised and laughed, always feeling like the cold war was seeing him. Tears are the starting point, and the smile is logically the end.

"Since you know everything, why did you say it?" A Heng looked at him, with eyes full of tenderness and helplessness, "This way, I am more honest than me."

Yanxi pursed her lips, and with the movements of Aheng's hands, she lowered her neck slightly and muttered in a low voice: "You want me to be honest..."

He looped endlessly and complained endlessly, just thinking that his attitude of admitting mistakes so seriously and cooperatively had not been discovered by her. Then, for my own compromise, why would she let her go to cut off her hair in such a way?

"It stayed for a long time." He reflexed and spoke softly and willfully, but completely forgot how long it was and when it started.

A Heng froze for a while, realizing something, his face turned slightly red, and his heart was very upset.

These days, she unconsciously follows her own temperament, arbitrarily bringing the vague emotions in her heart onto others, so out of control, so... disturbing.

"Yanxi, I'm sorry. These days, so self-willed." She said uneasily, feeling aggrieved.

The boy nodded: "Yes, yes, so self-willed, it's so ugly to make you hot milk a face!"

The three words "Ugly dead" is to learn from Ah Heng's passionate tone that day.

A Heng was embarrassed, coughed gently, and wandered his eyes.

But, suddenly, he smirked again, turned slightly, and hugged the little girl next door with a blank face.

"A Heng, I really don't like women. But for the first time in my life, I embraced a girl willingly, so you see, how blessed you are."

Aheng was at a loss and stiffened. After a long while, relaxed, patted the boy on the shoulder, a clear and gentle smile slowly flowed through the clear and clean landscape.

"Actually, you didn't treat me as a woman, did you?"

"Yes, yes, you are my brother."

"I know, I know, it's hot!" A Heng pretended to be disgusted, gently pushed the boy away, and straightened his body.

"What are you doing?" A familiar voice came from a distance.

Aheng turned his head and saw Si Wan, his expression was a little uncomfortable, his eyes were uncertain, and he swept around Yanxi and her.

Si Wan and Xin Dayi felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between her and Yan Xi, and they were very interesting, so they stopped going to Yan's house to eat and drink. A Heng hasn't seen them for many days.

Yan Xi looked up slightly and saw a few hardcover books in Si Wan's hand: "Go to the library?"

Si Wan nodded, his face hesitating: "You are..."

Yanxi lowered her head, fingertips to the palm of her hand, and slowly put it on her knee: "Take all your thoughts back to me."

Si Wan stopped the bicycle and stood still: "Yanxi, you know, I'm just worried..."

He laughed, but there was only a black halo in his eyes: "So, are you going to remind me three times a day?"

The falling voice slowly became lighter, falling into someone's heart, turning into a soldering iron.

"Brother Yanxi..." Si Wan's face instantly became extremely ugly, and he froze in place.

A Heng was holding the hair clippers and he was confused.

Was Si Wan misunderstood what she had just done with Yanxi?

After a while, she wanted to explain, but Yanxi calmed down, closed her eyes slightly, mocking her sharp tone.

"Si Wan, you only call my brother when you make me angry."

"Yanxi!" He was really angry, his eyebrows frowned, like a thousand knots.

"Are you angry at this level?" Yan Xi Liangliang asked.

"You!" Si Wan was full of anger, kicked the banyan tree angrily, held the book, pushed the bicycle, turned around and left.

Aheng was taken aback. She had seen Si Wan treat Yanxi like this for a long time, it was really unspeakable.

"A Heng, do you think your brother cares about me?" Yanxi muttered softly, pointing to her short hair, "I can't see it, but I dare to lose my temper and doubt, a kid..."

child?

The premise is that in front of you.

Aheng thought a little bit, but when he thought of it, his thoughts were already far away, and he didn't act in a gesture that he didn't want to understand. Because this has nothing to do with her.

Finally finished.

The boy had a small flat head cut off, and he was much more handsome and refreshing. His eyes looked bigger and cleaner than usual.

A Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and finally it was not unacceptable. Because, according to Yanxi, he never had his head naked since he was two years old.

At lunch the next day, an unexpected guest came.

"Why are you here?" Aheng saw Yanxi going to open the door, but there was no sound in the hallway for a long time. After looking at it, Rosemary was actually here.

"Don't ask the same thing as Yanxi." The boy has changed back to menswear.

The refreshing lavender T-shirt and white slacks, the face is a little more beautiful than when she was a girl, but the boy has the ultimate temperament of heroism and angularity, rather than deliberately making a girl's devilish posture.

However, He Yanxi stood at both ends, dreadfully drawn.

"Why, I am afraid that this young master will not hold grudges, and come here specifically, let me don't forget?" Yanxi's eyes widened, her eyes squeaking as if she was about to kill Mary.

"Yanxi, if I say that I am here to apologize, do you believe it?" Chen Juan touched his nose, Qiubo sullenly, and spoke in a chatter.

"You treat me stupid!" Yanxi looked at the other side strangely.

"I don't believe it." A Heng smiled sharply, preparing to close the door.

"Wait, wait..." Chen Juan's pretty face smiled stiffly, and his slender hand blocked the door. "A classmate, do you have to be so unfeeling?"

"Well, since our classmates have a game, we don't say anything. Kneel down to apologize or commit suicide by cutting your belly. Choose one." Yan Xipi smiled.

The shredded pork took a step back, cold sweat flowed back.

A Heng groaned, remembering something, talking about the weather in a tone: "Have you had lunch?"

"No." Chen Juan is also a shrewd master. Hearing these words, his phoenix eyes brightened, and he squeezed into the hallway.

Yanxi had a stinking face, but he glanced at A Heng, and there was no seizure, but silently returned to his seat, holding a spoon and digging for the ribs, digging...the shredded pork with shredded pork, he grabbed the plate; He grabs the pot when the silk eats soup; he grabs the rice cooker when the pork eats rice.

"My food is gone, you can roll it out!" The boy's mouth was full, and there was not a single grain of rice left in his rice bowl. His big eyes stared at Chen Juan with spirit.

Chen Juan was dumbfounded and stunned.

Ah Heng was funny, just now he looked like a man who was generous and patient, but after a while, the child's grievances were exposed. It was really embarrassing for him.

She pursed her lips and smiled like a flower in a spring day. She got up and took the pork rib soup from the kitchen, and handed it to Yanxi: "After drinking the soup, talk again."

"A Heng, I'm tired of drinking pork rib soup, can I make spicy pork ribs tomorrow..." the boy complained while drinking.

A Heng smiled and shook his head: "No. You can't eat spicy food, your scalp will get irritated."

Chen Juan couldn't help but interject: "What's wrong with Yanxi's scalp?" As soon as he saw Yanxi's new hairstyle, he was completely thundered.

A Heng looked at Chen Juan blankly, and said indifferently, "I used inferior hair gel and got dermatitis."

Shredded pork, shut up.

No wonder he was cut so bald, but people all over the world testified that he didn't mess up in the hair salon.

"You're full, shredded pork." Yanxi wiped her mouth after drinking the soup, staring at Chen Juan with big eyes, waved impatiently, "Fuck away!"

"It hurts the friendship of classmates." Rousi touched her nose and shrugged.

A Heng calmly smiled, "Yanxi, you should wash your hair first. It's time to apply the medicine."

"Where is the hair?" Yanxi touched her head sadly, the prickly little flat head. But after all, he got up obediently, stared at Chen Juan with big eyes and hostility, bent over and whispered in A Heng's ear, "A Heng, drive him away!"

Chen Juan twitched his lips slightly. Speaking so loudly, do you want him to hear, or... want him to hear...

"Mary, what do you have to say, let's talk." When Xi Xi left, A Heng immediately grabbed a smile.

Chen Juan let out a "pounce" and laughed: "A Heng, you have beaten and scolded, why, haven't you calmed down?"

Aheng sternly said: "Mary, I'm just a stranger, you don't need to be like this. Yanxi's child's temper may not put you in his heart.

"I know." Chen Juan picked the corner of his eyes.

"Then you?" Aheng looked at him calmly.

"A Heng, if I say, I like you and Yan Xi very much, and always want to be your friends. Can you believe it again?" Chen Juan was a little embarrassed.

Aheng was surprised, looking back at him, not knowing how to answer. Suddenly, with a close ear, the young man screamed out of tune with the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Hey, it doesn't make people stop for a moment.

A Heng was helpless, his eyes turned towards the distance, gentle, lowered his head, retracted his gaze, and said softly: "Chen Juan, you are fifteen years old this year, two years younger than Yanxi, aren't you?"

Since that day, after scolding Chen Juan so loudly, no matter how good or bad Putonghua is, she seems to be willing to speak actively.

Chen Juan was stunned and nodded.

"Chen Juan, although Yanxi is a bit older than you, but his world is so narrow, apart from Si Wan and Dayi, he doesn't have many close friends. Do you know this?" A Heng gently tapped. Asked gently.

Chen Juan nodded again, reduced the smile on his face, and listened carefully.

"So, Chen Juan, Yanxi never talks to people she doesn't like, she doesn't easily quarrel with people other than her friends, and she doesn't trust anyone other than her friends. Do you know this too?"

A Heng raised his eyes, his tone was gentle, but his eyes became complicated.

Yanxi has always regarded Chen Juan as a true friend.

Chen Juan was shocked and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry."

"Chen Juan, I'm older than you, so I finally ate more salt. Although I grew up in a small place and didn't know anything about advanced things, I still know that I like someone, even if I can't be with that person. Stay together, even if you can’t do blessings, you still have to stay clean and upright, and don’t do those hurtful things. You are young and you have time to regret it. Then, in the future, you will waste time and have to Where to go to save it?"

Chen Juan sighed slightly: "A Heng, I know what you said now. But at that time, I was so unwilling. Even if I calm down, it takes time..."

Aheng didn't interrupt and looked at him quietly.

"In Yanxi's eyes, there is always something that makes people feel reluctant." Chen Juan sighed.

"What?" She thought, but didn't interrupt him.

"Clean and innocent. I am conceited that I will not succumb to others, but when I see Yanxi's eyes, I will be very unwilling, almost jealous." Chen Juan described it, but a complexion emerged in his eyes. Interlaced feelings.

"That person is the reason why I am hostile to Yanxi. I think no one is worthy of him. For me, just love and believe in humility. However, Yanxi's existence is related to that People are equally powerful and equal. It is as if they are standing together, one perfect to lonely, and one lonely to perfect, which should be the true appearance of fit and match."

"Why, say this?"

Chen Juan smiled: "A Heng, can't you see it? I'm seeking your comfort. People who are broken in love are very fragile, aren't they?"

"Do you want to cry while running?" A Heng smiled slightly, feeling relieved. She knew that these words meant that Chen Juan had finally let go.

"Huh?" Chen Juan was sluggish, "Who would be so dishonest?"

"Dayi." A Heng pursed his lips, remembering the sadness of the young man in front of Dayi before.

Chen Juan stood up suddenly, laughed exaggeratedly, and reacted fiercely: "Yes! Xin Baboon is such a shameless man, shameful to death, hahaha..."

"Do you have to be so excited?" A Heng calmly.

She admitted that she was bad-hearted, and deliberately evoked some subtle fragments of Chen Juan's heart to point to his weakness.

Chen Juan blushed: "Who is excited? A Heng, I said when you were a friend, that baboon doesn't have any gentlemanliness at all. Facing such a beautiful person like me, he dared to bite me, if he didn't want to stop him with a smile. If you look at me, my old lady must kill him!"

"You can call yourself'father'.'My mother', forget it." A Heng chuckled.

What's more, Dayi's mouth has been bitten into a mess by you.

Aheng chuckled.

Some fate seems to be destined long ago, but this person has not yet seen it clearly.