A Heartwarming Decade

Aheng felt that he had a dream.

It seems that it is the old and yellowish past.

She had been ill for a long time, in fact, it was just a small cold, but she dragged and abruptly like that, lost but angry.

It only took two hours to move back to Wen's house. Sundries, books, and cacti that have been raised all the time, those things have moved.

It seems that they are back to the way they were when they first arrived in City B.

Mother and Si Wan sat by her bed, accompanied her, and said a lot.

Mom said, "You don't know, your brother was scouring when he was a child, so he liked to climb trees. Wearing a small helmet made by your dad for him, you can see an extra watermelon head on the tree from far away."

A Heng coughed lightly, and then laughed: "Mom, when I was a child, I was very dull, and I was often thrown on the stage by adults, and then danced like the kind of clapping and stomping that children would like to attract foreign tourists."

Si Wan rubbed her hair and smiled dimples: "A Heng, when you get better, our family will go skiing in Switzerland together. The riverside of Zurich is the most beautiful season."

A Heng's eyebrows were gentle: "Okay, when I get better." Then, the drowsiness was gone, but the sleepiness of day and night did not disappear.

Grandpa invited many well-known doctors. He was frustrated and didn't understand a small cold. Why did it drag on for a whole month?

Those people had different opinions, and in the end, only an old Chinese doctor said eight words: worrying too much, heart disease difficult to cure.

She was very tired, coughing ceaselessly, and smiled: "The heart disease is not a disease, I am just a little sleepy."

The admission notice of Z University was put on her desk by her mother. Looking at her, the word "hi" was hidden for a long time, and she couldn't say anything.

There are many letters piled up in the e-mail box, from the United States, Delete, delete all.

Sier sneaked over to her bed in the middle of the night, with so stubborn eyes, sneered: "I can't pity you, I despise you."

She was sleepy and rubbed her eyes: "Er, I am sleepy, really, let me sleep for a while."

Vaguely, there are big hands, warm palms, rough finger lines, and the smell of sea water: "A Heng, are you so sad? Do you want to cry?"

She thought, Dad, even you are back.

Then, fell into a dead silence.

When Ah Heng really opened his eyes, it was like a lifetime, sitting next to him in a white robe with his head down and flipping a book.

This person should not have known each other.

I laughed at myself, and sure enough, time does not treat others.

She laughed: "Feibai, I had a dream, and in a blink of an eye, it has been two years."

Gu Feibai said, "You were lazy and stole for several days. Christmas is over."

She leaned on the bedpost and tried to stand up, but her arm and head were painful.

Gu Feibai frowned, "Don't move. The doctor said you want to rest. It's a blessing to have no concussion. The hospital has already asked you for leave. Uncle will come to see you later."

A Heng's legs were a little stiff, he sat back on the edge of the bed, and said, "When did Uncle Gu come back?"

"The second day you were hospitalized, a 200-yard military vehicle drove back." Gu Feibai helped her rub her legs and spoke lightly.

Aheng bowed his head and confessed: "I am wrong, I am a sinner."

His fingers stiffened, and he glanced at her: "You have seen it, that day."

Aheng: "What, what did I see?"

"I told you before that I have a good friend who grew up, Du Qingqing." He paused without expression.

Ah Heng retracted his legs and laughed: "Feibai, I don't want to tell you about this person now."

Gu Feibai sullen his face: "I will only explain to you once. I won't wait until it expires."

Aheng sniffed and patted the bed: "I won't listen to you today!"

Gu Feibai turned pale with anger: "You..."

She bluffed him with a stern face: "Gu Feibai, do you remember how the fortune teller told me before?"

Gu Fei froze for a moment, thought for a while, and opened his mouth: "Iceman Yueniang, one north and two south, two south Miaoshan marry before, and one north meets a lonely queen, is it true?"

A Heng buried his face in the palm of his hand, hehe snickered: "This is the upper hexagram, and the lower hexagram two crosses: Qinghe Wuxin, Ming and Wuxin, Ming and Fuhui Wushuangshou, even if you are alone for half your life."

Gu Feibai was relieved to see that she was not angry.

She laughed: "It's easier to live longer if you are familiar, isn't it? You don't know how terrible it is to lose a little bit of life from the body. Therefore, there are some things that I can digest without saying now."

The door of the ward was pushed open, and a tall man with star-spotted white hair walked in. His eyes were deep and his body had a strong smell of tobacco.

"Uncle Gu."

When the man saw Ah Heng, he was pleasantly surprised: "Girl, you finally woke up. Feibai, did you call the doctor? Let them help Ah Heng have a comprehensive examination."

Gu Feibai's tone is not salty or light: "Although the scalp is broken, but the brain has not become smart; although her arm is broken, I opened my eyes when she slept, and it should be fine."

The man laughed and scolded, “I’m sorry for asking you to take care of your daughter-in-law. Didn’t you sleep up for two days? When I was on duty for a few days and nights, when I was in the sea, when was it like you? You shouldn’t let your dad take you and follow me a few years earlier, so that you won’t get sour and angry."

Gu Fei didn't squint, serious: "The key is that I stay up all day and night, and no one is grateful."

Ah Heng tilted his head, smiled, and put the pillow on his face: "I am grateful to you, I am extremely grateful, can I make a promise by myself?"

Uncle Gu laughed: "Thank you for being insincere. Being my daughter-in-law has long been nailed down. The girl is too cunning."

Laughter is always laughter. Uncle Gu asked the young man to go to the infirmary in person to discuss with the doctor A Heng’s condition and the date of discharge.

Uncle Gu hasn’t returned from the army for a long time, and he spent a long time with A Heng. It’s nothing more than whether Gu Feibai bullied you. Is the money enough? You can’t work hard at school. If you’re struggling, don’t go to work... …The words are reserved, but they are clear that the future wife of the Gu family is so shabby and poor, it looks unreasonable. These words probably came from Gu Feibai's parents.

A Heng nodded: "I know."

Uncle Gu sighed: "Actually, you don't have to mind spending the money I sent you, those..."

Hesitate to speak and stop.

A Heng remembered something, bowed his head, and said something: "Uncle, have you contacted my mother, grandpa, etc.?"

"I have contacted. Your mother and grandpa are in good health. You don't have to worry about it."

There was a faint sweat on Aheng's forehead, and his voice became smaller and quieter, but his tone was serious: "Uncle, I knit a sweater for my grandfather and a shawl from my mother, can you..."

The man patted her on the shoulder, helplessly, and sighed: "Okay, join in the gift list I prepared for your grandfather on New Year's Day, and send it together. A Heng, don't blame the Wen family for doing absolutely nothing. Some things are not you as a child. If you can think of it, you will know it later."

Aheng looked up, looked at the white hollow ceiling, and smiled meaninglessly: "I escaped by myself. I'm afraid I won't sleep well all night. I'm afraid I can't be a confident person. I'm afraid...I'm going to pay my life."

No one else.

Nothing special with the Wen family.

City B.

Yanxi stomped her feet, and her brown boots stamped different shades of shoe prints on the snow. Knocked on the glass of the babysitter's car. Someone opened the window and poked his head out of breath. Seeing the boy, he wondered: "Yanxi, why don't you get in the car, isn't it the coldest thing?"

Yanxi raised her head slightly and smiled, "Chu Yun, can you do me a favor?"

Chu Yun was shocked: "What are you busy talking about first."

Yanxi said: "It's nothing, it's just a meal with me on New Year's Day. If someone asks you what you have to do with me, don't deny what I say."

Chu Yun suddenly said, "Oh, you let me pretend to be your girlfriend."

Yanxi bent her eyes: "This girl is so smart."

Chu Yun's eyes were full of water, and he lifted his cheeks, "Why, I am a yellow flower girl who falls on you, you are gone."

Yanxi: "Chanel's winter suit and Fendi's purse, why don't you do it? Don't pull me down to find someone else." Turning around, he took a big step with his legs.

Chu Yun: "Hey, hey, Mr. Yan, why don't you just have a meal if you don't understand humor so much? Friends must be bothered."

Yanxi sighed, turned her face, and her big eyes under her scarf were black and white: "Chu Yun, you are really the best person to turn the rudder in the wind. Someone told me a few days ago that I should pay attention to you, saying that you are too shrewd."

Chu Yun pulled her black hair and blinked, "Am I not shrewd?"

Yanxi despised: "Actually, I always thought that you mixed with 36D on your face."

Chu Yun smirked, "DJYan is overwhelmed. I don't have any strength in DJYan. You never rely on your face, and you are not the same as those of us who rely on breasts."

Yanxi: "Are women mouths so poisonous these past few years?"

Chu Yun stroked his forehead: "Do you know women? Don't stare at me with your big eyes. Okay, let me put it another way. You have been in contact with girls of the same age since childhood. Have you ever loved kissing and never lost love?"

Yanxi took out her mobile phone from her thick pocket to watch the time, and calmly changed the subject: "It's about to record the show, I'll go first. I will pick you up by car on New Year's Day. At ten o'clock, I look forward to the beautiful demeanor of Chu anchor."

January 1.

When Yanxi’s sports car drove into the compound, Chu Yun began to scream: "Ah, ah, ah, ah, Yanxi, why do we come to eat in such a place? This is not... it wasn’t the last time I interviewed the military. People's place?"

Yanxi: "Who did you interview last time?"

Chu Yun gnawed his nails: "Xin Yunliang, Sun Gong, the dialects of overseas calls, and, uh, Wen Muxin."

Yanxi: "Oh, we just go to Wenmu's new home for dinner."

Chu Yun: "Don't tell me who you are from Wen Muxin."

Yan Xi shook his head lightly: "I am not."

Chu Yun slapped his chest in shock.

Yanxi: "I am Yanqin's grandson."

Chu Yun continued to scream, "Ahhhhhhhh, where did those paparazzi die? Normally my old lady has a turmoil and they are sticky '2' than 502. I can't find out for a mine as big as Mao—— "

Yanxi stepped on the brakes, looked at the white building in front of him, and squinted: "Here."

Chu Yun was shocked: "Needless to say, I was here last time for an interview. Yanxi, I'd better go. I offended this girl last time. Didn't I come here for a fight?"

Yanxi smiled: "What did you do to Winsell?"

Chu Yunlei: "I said she looks so fierce, and she doesn't look like her mother at all."

Yanxi closed the car door and pulled out the key, bowed her head, and said calmly: "Is there anything to be annoying, like, there are ghosts."

He hasn't been here for nearly two years. He usually goes home and would rather make a big circle instead of passing through Wen's house.

On Christmas Day, Wen Siwan called him to pinch, and the other party hit again, continued to pinch, continued to hit, and finally got bored, connected, and asked: "What the **** do you want?"

Wen Siwan said, "Yanxi, my grandpa wants you to eat at my house on New Year's Day."

"I said that I never want to see Wen again in my life."

Wen Siwan was silent for a few seconds before speaking softly, "Not only you, but also Lu Liu, Dayi and Sun Peng."

"So what? Big party? Sorry, you found the wrong partner."

The man paused, and said indifferently, "Then take back what you forgot at Wen's house. If possible, bring a woman. I don't want to see my mother sitting on pins and needles."

Forget about...Wen's stuff? Why didn't he know.

Chu Yun tugged at his cuffs and whispered, "Hey, is it really okay for me to go? Damn, you let me lie to the revolutionary ancestors, I dare not..."

Yanxi twitched: "Chu Yun, you can pretend to be more innocent, Chanel, Fendi, one, two, three, stand straight, temperament!"

So, someone pretended to be a goddess of mercy and smiled like spring breeze.

When the doorbell was pressed, it took a long time for someone to open the door, it was Si Wan. The face is handsome, with clear brows, and the same as before, with little change.

When he saw Yanxi and Chu Yun, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and nodded and let himself go: "Come in. Didn't you say Miss Chu? I saw it last time, please come in."

Yanxi changed her shoes, took off her scarf and put it on her arm, followed Chu Yun behind her, and walked in.

The living room is still bustling as usual. The old people play chess, and the young ones play mahjong. In the kitchen, the unclear female conversations must be Wen's mother and Zhang's wife.

Yan Xi was in a daze, as if nothing had changed here.

Chu Yun poked him: "Hey, why are you holding the scarf so tightly? It's about to break."

Yanxi bowed her head, the sunflowers were already unclear, but the bright colors were more embarrassing than memories.

"Yanxi is here." Lu Liu smiled, pushed the card and walked over, seeing Chu Yun, his expression faded by three points, "Miss Chu, is this?"

Yanxi said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that I have talked with Chu Yun about friends. I will bring you here while everyone is here."

Sun Peng turned the card, not smiling. Sindayi bounced directly from the chair, his eyes widening for a whole circle.

Chu Yun didn't speak, but smiled shyly.

Old Wen and Old Xin stopped, stood up and looked at the girl.

Old Wen gently asked Yanxi, "Does your grandfather know?"

Yanxi shook her head and replied decently: "Before I have time to tell Grandpa, I will show it to Grandpa Wen and Grandpa Xin."

Old Xin nodded: "I am a smart girl, very good."

After speaking, there is nothing to say.

A bunch of small people, each pregnant with ghosts, kept silent.

Suddenly, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Mother Wen heard Yanxi's voice, walked out of the kitchen, looked at Yanxi, her eyes were red: "You kid, this kid, why haven't you been so long..."

Yanxi hugged Wen's mother and laughed: "I went to college and did some part-time jobs, so I often can't spare time to see auntie."

Mother Wen nodded and said, "Auntie knows that Xiaoxi has grown up and started to be sensible, which is a good thing."

In a blink of an eye, I fixed my eyes on Chu Yun and saw that this girl was beautiful and lively and free. It was completely different from...she, except that she hoped to let go, and the burden on her body was lightened a lot. .

Sier sat at the mahjong table and yelled coldly: "Mom."

Mother Wen didn't seem to hear her, she liked Chu Yun's appearance very much, and was busy entertaining Chu Yun.

Sier stood up, glanced at Yanxi and the woman beside him, and silently went upstairs. Such Yanxi, such a mother, are not what she knows.

Si Wan replaced Sier and continued to play mahjong with the three of them. He huffed and resumed the lively atmosphere, as if nothing had happened.

Yanxi sat with Chu Yun watching TV, Chu Yun whispered: "You and Lu Liu knew each other early in the morning?"

Yan Xi gave a hum, an advertisement was being broadcast on TV, but he was attentive.

The girl felt panic in her butt, and got up. She was sitting on a blue shawl with delicate stitches, clean and gentle. She felt that, as Yanxi’s girlfriend, she had to flatter herself in order to be worthy of Chanel and Fendi. She put a smile on her face: "Auntie, your shawl is so beautiful. Where did you buy it? A good eye."

Mother Wen glanced at it and said lightly: "It's not worth any money because of a friend."

Yan Xi narrowed her eyes, her fingertips stiffened, and wanted to touch the cloak, but Chu Yun changed his hand and handed it to Mother Wen. He was the only one who grabbed the air in his hand.

During the meal, a group of young men pretended to be stupid, pretended to be obedient, and said so in order to make the elderly happy.

Chu Yun obediently, following the words of the old men, talking about the battlefields of North Korea and Vietnam, the memories of the past were filled with blood, and the two elders were filled with a lot of wine.

Old Wen's face was a little more kind than usual: "Very good, this girl is better than my girl, she is very thoughtful in speaking and doing things, and Xiao Xi has a very good vision."

Yanxi expressionlessly: "Yes, very good."

Sier interrupted, and interrupted Yanxi's words: "Grandpa, why can't I compare to the anchor Chu?"

Mother Wen patted her: "If the grown-up speaks, the child will cut in, eat your meal."

On the table, there was a plate of braised pork ribs. Yanxi took a bite, frowned slightly, and put it down again.

A few of them also drank a lot of wine, and changed their cups. The young people's temperament is always better than others.

Yanxi escaped with an excuse to breathe.

Next to the dry branch, the window was tightly closed. He once raised his head and yelled day after day. It seemed that the window would open in the next second, and he stuck his head on the windowsill with a warm smile: "You, have you eaten, have you, Yanxi?"

Except for his name, how powerful that person was and never spoke a complete sentence.

I looked up again, but there was no more... such a person.

After losing his drink, Yanxi went back again. When Chu Yun saw him, his smile instantly became relieved. She leaned on his ear and said softly, "Where have you been?" It seemed that she was getting close to him in an instant because of her drunkenness.

Yan Xi smiled: "Just go for a walk. Don't drink too much. I won't be responsible for dragging you home later."

She took his arm, small and cute, and shook her head: "It's okay, it doesn't matter, I can rely on you."

So, this scene fell into whose eyes again.

Si Wan stood up and sighed slightly: "Your things are upstairs. Aunt Zhang almost threw it away as garbage the other day."

Yanxi looked at him and said, "I'll go get it with you." Behind him, she was leaning on the drunk girl Chu.

The room that was once hidden in the shade of the trees turned out to be so neat and tidy. Every book on the table is tucked so flat. The cactus on the window sill has been kept indoors for a long time, and it is just like a green and dripping posture.

Nubuat him, when he returned to China, his family was in a white building, and people went to the building empty.

Si Wan took out a square paper box from the cabinet and handed it to the palm of his hand: "I also opened it and found out that it is... yours." He narrated gently.

Chu Yun looked at this room curiously: "Whose room is this? Why is there nothing but pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

Nothing at all.

Si smiled: "She doesn't like what other girls like."

Yanxi hugged the box, made a deep seal, lowered her head, light and lifeless, and turned into a gray voice: "How do you know?"

Si Wan turned her face away, her lips pale.

Indoors, the phone rang suddenly.

2:00p.m.

There was only one sound, and it was picked up by Sier in the opposite room.

Due to the heating, the doors in both rooms were wide open for ventilation. Through the opposite door, you could see that Winsell's expression on the phone was flustered.

She said: "Why are you calling? Didn't you let you call my cell phone?"

She said: "Okay, everyone is good, you saw the interview, yes, he is very healthy."

She said: "Okay, okay, I'm very busy now, I'll hang up first. By the way, don't give those things next time. They are so cheap, they won't use it."

She said... what else she wanted to say, but she was gripped by her wrist tightly, and she turned around, but it was Yanxi.

The young man was panting, staring at her with big eyes, "Give me the phone!"

Sier said, "Yanxi, you are crazy. It's my classmate's phone number."

Yanxi gritted her teeth: "I'll say it again, give it to me!"

Sier was shocked, looking at him, his pupils kept shrinking, and all the tension was tightening on his nerves.

After all, let go.

He pressed the microphone to his ear, and the black hair on his forehead covered his eyes. After a long time, he put on the microphone blankly.

The square box scattered on the ground.

A painting titled "Chaoyang".

A pair of clean white canvas shoes.

A long, long time ago, wearing these shoes, holding an umbrella, he walked to her who was lost.

"Aheng, I will take you home."