A Heartwarming Decade

With the arrival of autumn, the weather gradually turned cooler. Although Mother Wen had bought clothes for A Heng several times, Mr. Wen couldn't help but mind seeing that she hadn't worn them once.

"A Heng, why are you still wearing a school uniform?" The old man frowned and looked at his granddaughter.

"New from the school, very good." A Heng stammered, his voice a little quiet.

"You are in the Wen family, not the Yun family." The old man's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and he slowly became angry.

Is this child fighting against them in this way? The Wen family's daughter, whose surname is Wen, has she ever been wronged? Why did she take it upon herself!

A Heng grabbed the corner of his clothes and lowered his head gently: "I see."

When the old man heard the girl’s still pronounced Jiangnan accent, he was surprised that he had said harsh words, thinking about the past, and felt guilty: "Since you like school uniforms, forget it." He sighed lightly, "Just, dressed well. ?"

"It's very warm." A Heng quickly replied in Wushui dialect, and then rephrased it embarrassingly in substandard Mandarin, gently turning his hands over the inside of the jacket, which was thick and looked very solid.

"It's good to be warm." The old man eased his brows, and his eyes, which were as sharp as a falcon, were also immersed in warmth. "I can understand the Wushui dialect, you don't need to change your words."

Aheng was surprised, then smiled, his eyes bright, with a gentle and clear color.

"When I was eighteen or nineteen years old, I took a few months of soldiers in Wushui Town." The old man's voice was no longer as severe as usual, and he had a little softness. Looking at Ah Heng, his serious eyebrows also brought a little rain. Gentle winding.

"Aheng, your eyes are very similar to your grandma."

Gradually, Ah Heng understood the way to school, and he got used to walking or taking a bus to and from school.

It's also a coincidence that Aheng is clearly a family, but A Heng never meets Si Wan, and only sees it at dinner.

Although she wanted to say a few words with Si Wan, she gave up thinking about her clumsy mouth. As for Wen's mother, she has been busy with piano recitals, which is rarely seen.

A Heng is in the class, the temper of a good old man, even if he hears the ridicule face to face, he is not angry, just smiles. The other party gradually became bored, and slowly stopped teasing her.

Over time, everyone found that A Heng's temper brought a lot of benefits. Don't want to be on duty, just call Wen Heng, and the answer will always be "I know", and then the entire classroom is cleaned up and organized properly.

In this world, the most terrible thing is habit, and the most used thing is convenience.

A Heng is an amazing convenience under this habit. For someone else, even the mud bodhisattva would probably be suffocated and burst out, but Ah Heng felt that sometimes it is a blessing to suffer a loss, the big thing is good, the small thing is just fine.

On this day, after cleaning the classroom, it was dark, and the last bus still had to wait for half an hour, so Ah Heng chose to walk.

She was accustomed to walking in that narrow alley, and the orange street lights were dim but strangely quiet and warm. The road was paved with stones, and there was a slight grind when stepping on it.

Aheng stopped when he reached the depths of the alley. She saw two figures overlapping each other clearly and ambiguously.

Bright, dark, lingering, bright, fiery.

The young man, wearing a purple-red low-necked coarse knit sweater, had a cluster of flowers on his left shoulder drawn by black dark lines, and the delicate shoulder line was flowing over his back, and the darkness and enchanting in the bright and beautiful bloomed.

He stood in the color of the lamp, his back was thin and thin but with a stubborn arrogance and stubbornness, his neck was slightly bent, his arms tightly hugged the fuzzy long-haired girl under the lamp, his lips and teeth entangled with the person in his arms. The hair brushed by the ears was bright and gorgeous, and it slowly and unconsciously swept across the white neck. The jade color was soaked in the light and shadow, hidden in the fragrance, rich, and aroused people's hearts.

If it was according to Aheng Suri's style, seeing such a scene would definitely feel embarrassing. However, at this moment, she even forgot to hide, carrying a schoolbag, looking at the young man upright and meticulously.

Yanxi.

Ah Heng's lips were slightly bent, and he exhaled silently, his heart was so sure that even he felt ridiculous.

She obviously didn't really see the boy's face clearly once, she didn't say a word to him, but she had such a clear mark in her heart.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to be aware of the gaze behind him, let go of the hand that was around the girl's waist, turned around, and silently looked at the inadvertent voyeur.

A Heng was shocked by his rudeness and looked at the boy's eyes dumbfounded.

But suddenly, there was a roar in the ears, and there was only one sound left, so familiar, like the breathing sound that I heard when everything disappeared at the moment when I accidentally drowned in the water at night when I was very young.

That kind of fear, despair, unwillingness but found that I was moving towards another sense of liberation, rolled over.

A Heng glanced at him again, the black color in the young boy's eyes, the flamboyant flamboyant flying across the peach blossom, added the cold stars laid out in the water color, directly reflected in her pupils, indifferent, arrogant and careless.

Bowing her head, her long braid hit her cheek. She panicked and left in a hurry.

When Hunxunou returned home, it was already dark, and Zhang's wife had been waiting for her.

She ran all the way, dazed, but she felt extremely thirsty in her mouth. She picked up the tea on the table and poured it into her mouth, but bled her nose and coughed violently.

Si Wan happened to go downstairs, and saw A Heng's face flushed and coughing, so he patted her on the back and went smoothly. After a long while, A Heng took his breath and saw Si Wan in a blink of an eye.

"Choke?" Si Wan asked softly, smiling slightly.

A Heng nodded. When facing the Wen family, she had never spoken well, so she had to say it, and she also used the simplest and clearest pronunciation.

Si Wan knew that Aheng saw that he was uncomfortable, and he didn't mind. He wanted to leave with a few polite words.

"Wait..." A Heng has been thinking about it these days, even though he was embarrassed, he stopped Si Wan.

"Huh?" Si Wan turned around, a little confused.

A Heng nodded and turned upstairs. After a while, he dragged a suitcase and walked down.

"What is this?" Si Wan wondered.

"Her clothes...here." A Heng pointed to the suitcase and explained gently.

"She?" The smile on Si Wan's face slowly narrowed, and there was some coldness in his eyebrows.

"Clothes, need to be worn." A Heng knew that he had misunderstood what he meant, but he was clumsy for a while and didn't know how to explain it.

"You don't have to be like this." Si Wan knew that Aheng was talking about Er, and his expression became complicated.

Although he and Ah Heng are brothers and sisters, but because of Er Er, there is suspicion in their hearts for her, but seeing that she has never mentioned Er Er, he gradually relieved.

But now, she put Er Er in the face, and talked about Er Er's clothes in front of him. To Si Wan, it seemed to be a malicious mockery of Er Er and another embarrassing expulsion.

Aheng raised the suitcase in front of him, looked at Si Wan gently, and motioned him to open it.

Si Wan became angry, with ice on her face, waved her hand, the suitcase was knocked to the ground.

Sister Zhang was heating porridge in the kitchen, hearing a loud noise, wearing an apron, hurriedly walked to the living room and saw the clothes scattered all over the floor, most of which were autumn clothes that had not been opened.

"What's the matter? A Heng, why are you taking down all the new clothes your mother bought for you?" Aunt Zhang was confused, looking at the clothes Yun Yi bought A Heng the other day. Although the child didn't speak at the time, he looked extremely happy, but strangely, he didn't go through it once.

Thinking with a smile, surprised and froze in place. After a while, he gently picked up a piece of clothing from the ground and turned to the trademark. It was Sier's size as expected. When he looked up, it was extremely embarrassing to see Ah Heng's too calm face.

"Mom, she..." Si Wan tried to say something, but couldn't speak when he saw Ah Heng's school uniform that was too simple and had a little frayed cuffs.

Mom, she doesn't know, Ahengbill is much taller.

She deliberately vented her dissatisfaction with grandpa in this way.

For the first time, Si Wan realized the unfairness between herself and her mother.

Mother returned her pain to Ah Heng intentionally or unconsciously.

And he, smiling, added to the flames.

The girl saw everything, but smiled calmly.