A Heartwarming Decade

Ah Heng sometimes thinks that life is like a farce. Before he can figure out why his surname is Yun, he is given the surname Wen again.

According to Zhang's wife, when her mother was in confinement, she suddenly disappeared in the nursery. Mom and Dad went crazy in a hurry. But grandpa took a baby girl back half a month later and said that Sier had found it.

When Yun Heng lived a simple and poor life in Wushui Town, and lived with fear and fear under the shadow of his brother's heart attack, that girl replaced her and became Winsell.

What does the surname Wen represent? Aheng's father is a famous naval officer, his mother is a famous pianist, and his grandfather is a political figure. There is no doubt that the daughter of such a family has the qualifications to be spoiled.

And Winsell, the girl who took A Heng's name, was just such a girl who loved her all.

This Sier is too good. She can dance ballet and can play the piano fluently. She is beautiful, and what's more, she has a very cute and cute personality. The whole family of Wen, including the deceased Grandma Wen, are all treasured. Even the grandfather, who is hard by nature, smiles from ear to ear when he mentions her in front of outsiders, not to mention the warm mother who held her daughter in her palm since she was a child.

"Unfortunately, such a good child..." Aunt Zhang always looked sad when she talked about it.

In Wen's family, the only person A Heng can talk to is probably only Zhang's wife. This old man has been widowed for many years, and soon after she married into the Wen family, she has been helping in her hometown. After various changes, she moved to this garden with the Wen family. This life has always been diligent and disciplined, so he is highly respected by the Wen family.

Speaking of which, A Heng can get along well with Sister Zhang thanks to the kitchen.

Mica is a well-known ingenious woman in the town, who cooks good dishes and cooks good soup. A Heng has been fascinated by his ears since he was a child, and he has been quite authentic.

Occasionally, Mrs. Zhang was busy cooking and cooking rice. A Heng was anxious, and saw half an orange on the table on the side. She squeezed the juice into the rice, then put the green onion leaves in the rice and steamed it over a low fire. Up.

Aunt Zhang felt inexplicable. After a while, she smelled the mellow fragrance of rice. Her heart changed her mind towards the little girl in front of her. When she was free, she took A Heng to learn the cooking skills and carefully taught A Heng to cook northern dishes.

"Flip three times, be careful." Zhang's wife commanded Ah Heng with authority.

A Heng moved the wooden shovel to flip twice easily.

"Wrong, it was three times." The old man was more serious, holding the girl's hand, and flipping it again.

"Two times, okay? Four times, okay?" Aheng smiled.

"Of course not, I always flip three times when I start cooking." The old man had a natural expression on his face.

"It's not hot twice, it will burn all around." A Heng muttered in a low voice.

"Little girl!" Auntie Zhang turned her head to laugh and curse, and smoothly wiped the sweat from A Heng's forehead.

"Grandma." A Heng's eyes were gentle and clear, and his voice was waxy, with a pure southern accent.

Aunt Zhang was taken aback, as if she didn't understand, she turned around to fry the shredded chicken.

"Milk...milk." A Heng was serious, and his lips overflowed with warm, awkward Mandarin.

The old man continued to fry the shredded chicken, paused for a moment, and sighed lightly.

"You kid, it would be better if it were a little bad."

Aheng kept silent, sniffed and laughed.

When eating dinner every day, the restaurant is very quiet, and I can't even hear the sound of chewing. A Heng ate small mouthfuls, although strange, but she has been quiet since childhood, and there is no awkwardness.

Wen's family education is very strict, and they are extremely taboo to talk at the table. However, Si Wan and Si Er were very fond of talking and laughing during dinner. Although the old man had reprimanded several times, it was ineffective. When Si Er acted like a baby, they let them go.

Now, Ah Heng is here, not talking, but a quiet child, but the old man is a little uncomfortable.

"Dad..." Mother Wen gently put down the spoon, and stopped talking.

"Yunyi, what's the matter?" The old man frowned and looked at his daughter-in-law.

"Can you... can you take Er Er home?" Wen Mu was elegant and generous, but at this time a little cautious.

"In the house Sier currently lives in, I have found someone to take care of her. Don't worry." The old man was a little unhappy, but his eyes swept across Aheng.

Si Wan was still chewing the rice grains politely, but his brows were a little tight.

"Dad, didn't you hurt you the most before?" Mother Wen hesitated and turned her gaze to her father-in-law.

"Enough!" The old man threw the spoon heavily on the table.

Si Wan raised his eyes and looked at the old man with some injuries. Mother Wen stopped talking, but her gentle eyebrows were frowned, and she felt gloomy.

Quietly all around, A Heng took a sip of the soup in his mouth and couldn't swallow it awkwardly.

"Yunyi, if you have time, you might as well add some clothes to Aheng." The old man sighed and picked up the spoon again.

Looking at the somewhat dirty school uniform he was wearing, A Heng suddenly became embarrassed.

It's not that there are no clothes in the closet, but those clothes belong to other people after all. Most of them look very expensive and feel awkward to wear. The clothes that I brought from home gradually passed the season, and they were out of fashion, so I had to change two sets of school uniforms. It's just that I went to physical education class today, soiled my clothes, and was caught in the eyes of Old Wen.

"I see." Mother Wen looked at Ah Heng, without a trace of emotion. A Heng lowered his head and slowly swallowed the soup little by little, but he seemed to have a fishbone stuck in his throat.

In fact, school uniforms are very good. A Heng wanted to speak, but felt that it was wrong. He quietly glanced at Si Wan, and saw that he didn't have any special expressions, and his hanging heart was slightly lowered. Si Wan was kind to Si Er, she saw it at the school gate that day.

"A Heng, can you keep up with the school curriculum?" Old Wen slowed down, looking at the ordinary granddaughter in front of him, with some regrets in his heart. He, after all, delayed the child.

"Hmm." A Heng was a little surprised, then nodded honestly.

"If you can't, let...your brother teach you." When the old man said the word "brother", he bit the tone.

In an instant, the faces of Mother Wen and Si Wan turned pale.

brother.

A Heng's throat was a little itchy, and he opened his mouth, but there was no sound, he just nodded slightly.

Si Wan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled invisibly. After a while, he stood up and politely removed the chair: "I'm full." He turned and left, his heart hurt, as if he was pinched, so naturally he had no time. Take into account the feelings of others.

"Yanxi." Si Wan walked back to her room, put the microphone to her ear, and spoke after a moment of silence.

"Huh?" The other party's nasal voice was a little confused, with a trace of laziness.

"I miss you." Si Wan held the microphone and slowly tightened her fingertips.

"Oh." The other party was too lazy and answered one word.

"Axi, I said I miss you!" Si Wan's voice grew louder, and a sulky sigh could not be controlled, and the circles under her eyes slowly turned red.

"What are you doing so loudly? You **** kid, crazy?" The boy's voice was clear and his words were sharp.

"Axi..." Si Wan was wronged.

"Called the soul!" The young man sneered, extremely impatient.

"Do you have to be so fierce every time you talk to me?" Si Wan's voice weakened, with a hint of childishness and helplessness in his tone.

"I haven't been gentle to anyone when I grew up!" The young man's voice was clear, and the rude words were wrapped around his lips, but he had a special flavor.

"Then... Where's Lu Liu?" Si Wan paused, cautiously.

Pop, the other party dropped the phone.

When Si Wan heard the busy tone, he knew that he had stepped on the cat's tail, and couldn't help smiling bitterly.

Axi, or... didn't you let it go?

I don't know why, when thinking of Er Er, Yan Xi in Si Wan's head became more and more proud and indifferent, and even the delicate appearance became a fake face.

Naturally, after many years, looking at the ending in this way, in addition to a wry smile, there are four words like an arrow, centered on the center of the eyebrows-good luck to make people.

And Aheng, after a quick glance at the parking lot that day, he hadn't seen Sier again.

In the class, everyone gradually realized something vaguely from Ah Heng's overly plain dress. In addition, Ah Heng’s Mandarin is really unpleasant. One sentence sounds ridiculously fragmented. Some snobbish students in the class began to look at her unpleasantly. Hearing Ah Heng’s words, the smile on his lips often mocked with compassion. Pretending to be ignorant, I usually look at my classmates and make eye contact, with a sense of superiority.

Because there is no decent dress, because it is poor, it is worthy of pity; because Putonghua is so full of words, because the tone of the country is shameful.

At first, Ah Heng was still willing to communicate with everyone, but later, he was completely silent, only watching others talking and laughing with gentle brows.

Sindayi, although he knew everyone's snobbery, but in his heart he inexplicably resisted Aheng because of Si'er. Weighed the two phases, simply ignored him, and completely regarded Wen Heng as a stranger, but hoped that Wen Heng would cry or yell because of crowded people, so that he would have the right to hate her for Sier with peace of mind.

It is a pity that Wen Heng has never spared a smile from beginning to end, and has embraced everything in a gentle and tough manner.