A Heartwarming Decade

When Mother Wen got up on the morning of the first day of the new year, she went to offer incense to her deceased husband as usual, but broke a green-glazed vase, and she was uneasy for a long time. Looking at the portrait of the deceased husband, there seemed to be a trace of blame in God's brows, and his heart became a little heavier.

Since the death of her husband, she has quit her job in the Music Association, and the three regular piano recitals every year have been changed to one. She serves her father-in-law at home all day, and she is very low-key.

The wives who had played well in the past often enlightened her and took her to various places to relax. Later, when she saw that her heart was ashamed and she was not interested in anything, she gradually lost her mind.

On the contrary, I often hear from my children’s husband that the Wen family’s young man has become an adult, and he has a stake in the Lu family. It's a pity that her biological daughter is not in good health. She has been studying in the south all the year round to recuperate. The mother and daughter can't meet each other, which makes people lament. But fortunately, the adopted daughter Sier is beautiful and lovable, and she can still carry it down.

And the old Wen, since the death of his only son, has become increasingly old, and has been relieved of a lot of work at hand. He often slid in the birdcage in the morning market, took a walk, chatted with his peers, and sipped soybean juice before returning home satisfied.

On the morning of the first day of the New Year, Sindayi was laid off by his father when he was still in Heitian Township. He said that he must go early to pay a New Year greeting to Grandpa Wen and Aunt Wen. They like children and they must be happy to see him.

Sindayi couldn't stand it: "I'm twenty, what kind of kid." But still awkwardly looking at the suit, remembering something, muttering, "Yanxi must be there. I haven't seen him for more than half a month, and I don't know. What are you busy?"

Old man Xin patted his grandson's head: "Isn't the Yan family target? You be honest, don't disturb people with a silly face. He has a hard time living for a few days, and he won't be able to marry a wife, so the old man will be sad! "

Xin Dayi: "Hey, can he really marry Chu Yun? I don't believe it anymore, he and Aheng obviously--"

"Say ridiculous! The Wen family and the Yan family don't mention it. What do you think you are an outsider? Say you are stupid, you have not been smart yet, why did Yanxi take the subject around the Wen family for a while? Is the Wen family upset? Is it? Look at Ren Wen's kid, he's almost an adult!"

Sindayi narrowed his mouth and wore his trousers: "They are all my brothers, don't tell me Grandpa."

Old Xin laughed and scolded: "Forget it, I have raised a silly boy. They should be smart if they are smart. We are stupid and blessed."

Sindayi also laughed: "Father, after two years of work, I will bring you a grandson and daughter-in-law. You must be the first to embrace your great-grandson in our compound!"

Mr. Xin has always had old illnesses, and the weather is a little bit uncomfortable, and his legs and feet are not working well. When the son and daughter-in-law had a car accident when they were young, only one grandson was left.

Fortunately, Dayi was pure by nature, and he was very good at character learning. Mr. Xin always felt comforted, and he could not be more complete if he embraced his great-grandson.

When Dayi arrived at Wen's house, Mrs. Zhang was cooking glutinous rice balls. Sier opened the door. She stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "I have to go through this door and keep buying money!"

Dayi rubbed Si'er's long hair, took out a sugar bag from his pocket, and threw it to her: "Go go, little girl, what's the new year? What's the trouble! Grandpa Wen is up yet?"

Sier raised his eyebrows: "It's up, but, I also said, everyone will come in for New Year's greetings, and only Sindayi will blow out."

Dayi was stupid: "Why?"

Sier rolled his eyes: "How do I know, Grandpa told me, I will do it."

Hearing the sound, he walked and laughed: "Er's coaxing you. Grandpa is thinking that Dayi must be the first one, and you are here."

Dayi stared at Sier: "Little girl, the bigger the bigger the more annoying."

Sier curled his lips: "As long as you are not annoying, every early morning, less than seven o'clock, I hear your loud voice, and the whole compound will make you collapse."

Give up and let go.

Dayi probed and asked Si Wan, "Has Yanxi come, did you spend the year here yesterday?"

Si Wan shook his head and said with a smile: "I couldn't tell if I called yesterday. I probably went to Lu Liu's house."

When Dayi saw him grinning reluctantly, he twitched secretly, and his mother stepped on thunder again.

Go in, kowtow to Old Wen, the old man closed his mouth from ear to ear, sealed a big red envelope and handed it to him.

The two spoke for a while, and the doorbell rang again.

Sindayi: "Haha, Yanxi has arrived." I thought to myself that there might be Lu Liu. Looking at Si Wan, I couldn't bear to feel sorry for my brother's face, and it turned black again.

Dada ran to the entrance and opened the door, it was Yanxi as expected.

Sindayi slapped him on the shoulder: "We have been waiting for you for a long time! Grandpa Wen is inside."

A person walked out from behind Yanxi and looked at him with gentle eyes. The eyebrows like distant mountains, the black hair and thin lips, the fair face, the corners of the eyes are slightly bent downwards, the nose is straightened, harmless and gentle.

A little cramped, she said, "Dayi, long time no see."

Dayi's first reaction was not surprise, sluggishness, or confusion. It was actually to see Yanxi's expression.

The sharpness between Yan Xi's eyebrows melted away eighty or nine minutes, and the breeze and light snow made Tian's heart feel.

So he hugged Aheng, sighed, and then sighed: "It's only you."

A Heng patted him on the shoulder, this young man who had been with her for a long time and never abandoned his friends, made her only miss her sincerely.

She said, "How much have I changed that you can't recognize it?"

Dayi grabbed her head and rubbed it vigorously, her eyes were red: "Auntie, grandma, we will disappear if we don't play in the future, will it be possible?"

Aheng nodded, choked, and said, "Okay."

He said: "You do it again, it's not enough for Yanxi to have nine lives."

Yanxi watched the two embracing each other, her hands retracted into her pockets, her heart seemed to be a pupa, and she found her last strength.

He laughed, this is his weakness.

Stepped forward, hugged the two quietly, and cried quietly.

His home, his friend.

Very rich meaning.

At the entrance, Wen Siwan stood in the shadow, his hands hanging weakly.

He said: "A Heng, you are back." But he couldn't open his arms to a full brother's hug. He had his wings folded long ago because of his surname Wen.

So he could only smile slightly, with a small whirlpool at the corner of his mouth.

This is like Jiji's father, Aheng has not inherited the uniqueness, so he has the unique baptism of fate.

After Ah Heng left, he was unable to cry in his mother's arms and could no longer be a strong man: "Mom, why am I and why not my sister?"

His mother beat him for the first time in her life. She said: "Your surname is Wen, and the man of the Wen family will never back down. Your grandfather did not back down on the battlefield, it was for his comrades in arms; your father did not back down at sea, it was for his motherland; and you, for yours Sister, can't hold back!"

He shed tears, like a child, mother, mother, what a big price.

Mother Wen smiled: "How long is there in the future, are you going to give in, Wen Siwan now?"

His mother, who had just lost her husband, taught him not to admit defeat. And that old thing is eternal, heavy that even time can't wash away.

He looked at Aheng.

There was a deep estrangement in the eyes of the girl, and she was at a loss. She whispered, "Si Wan, I'm sorry."

Thinking smiled: "Why do you say sorry?"

A Heng thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, I'm back."

She spoke politely and clearly, it was so ridiculous, to say sorry to her brother in order to go home.

Si Wan shrugged: "It's cold outside, come in and talk again."

Mother Wen, mother Wen who gave birth to A Heng had a cold face, and looked at her deeply, almost with no temperature. Turning around, he moved to the beautiful and tall boy, and asked coldly: "Yanxi, how did you promise me?"

Yanxi looked at her with big eyes, and didn't flinch: "Auntie, I have always known, even instinctively."

How, let her be complete and make her happy.

Even, at some point, no one knows better than him, that part of Aheng who has him is meaningful.

Old Wen sighed, "Xiaoxi and Dayi have breakfast with me. A Heng hasn't come back for a long time, so I went to the room and talked with your mother."

Then, Yanxi spent a whole day in Wen's house, but did not see Ah Heng.

Late at night, Mr. Wen made the third Biluochun, and the soup was already pale. He waved his hand: "Xiaoxi, go home." His eyes were wise, but tired.

Yan Xi squinted and froze in the room where Aheng disappeared.

Dayi winked at Yanxi, calming the atmosphere: "Grandpa Wen, we will see you tomorrow."

Old Wen laughed: "I know you have filial piety, and there are a lot of things at home during the Spring Festival, especially Xiaoxi, you have to take all your ideas, and you are busy with yourself. I have three of them, no matter how bad, there is a bird cage."

Dayi talked, hesitated, and finally the two got up and bid farewell politely.

That room, far and wide, is still locked.

Si Wan chased out the door and spoke to Yanxi earnestly: "Don't worry, Aheng will be fine."

Yanxi looked at him: "Do you promise?"

Si smiled, the dimples became deeper, and nodded gently: "I promise, Yanxi."

The tone was very sacred, as if they had returned to their childhood of friendship and invincibility.

Dayi laughed as he walked: "What promise? They won't send Ah Heng to the sky overnight so that you won't see you again."

Yanxi threw Baixue up from the ground and hit him: "You know it again!" Then, wheezing out, "Sometimes, I really hope she was born to me!"

Then there will be no more troubles that are boundless, even troubles that have no standpoint.

Dayi drew his ears and dangled his white teeth: "I don't think I heard these words. You want **** in the future, so you don't have to kill me as a witness." Then he smiled, "Yanxi, I will use one. Hundred yuan bet with you, if A Heng is really yours, you will cry to death."

A Heng knelt all night before his father's spirit.

She said: "Mom, Dad doesn't like it here. It's too dark. Dad likes the place where the sun can reach directly, like the sea."

Mother Wen took the stick and hit Aheng's back with a clear sound every time.

A Heng bowed her head: "Mom, my parents who are affected by hair and skin, I don't dare to mutilate it at will. But, doesn't it hurt when my mother hits?" Her forehead was full of sweat from gritted teeth, and the corners of her eyes were clean and flawless. .

Mother Wen cried and almost collapsed: "Who asked you to come back, who allowed you to come back!"

A Heng's eyes were hollow: "Mom, it turns out that you really don't hurt."

Mother Wen's voice became sad: "It's wasted your father's painstaking efforts, so disappointing daughter! What's the use of you, what's the use of you!" He picked up the stick and slammed it on Aheng, like crazy.

She bit her lips with blood and stiffened her spine. She looked up and saw the portrait of her father, standing high on the table, compassionate.

I remembered what my father said: "A Heng, if we rush home from Gu’s house on your mother’s birthday, would you say it would be a big surprise? A Heng, don’t tell your mother, we will surprise her, pull the hook, haha ."

But, mother, I brought my father back, but you are not happy.

Ah Heng suddenly felt very tired. She said, "Mom, if you meant to kill me, head here." Pointing to her head, she looked at her mother with a naive and gentle expression.

The stick, down, dripping with blood, scarlet and cripple.

"If not, I'm very sleepy, can you let me... sleep for a while?"

It will be fine in a while.

The woman suddenly reacted to what she had done, lost the stick, and cried with Aheng in her arms: "Aheng Aheng, I'm sorry, mom!"

She was speechless, struggling to stand up, touched the door, and opened it, with air in her eyes and wind in her ears.

Walk, walk, only the instinct to walk is left.

Si Wan, who hesitated for a long time outside the door, wanted to help her, Aheng avoided his hand, no focus in his eyes.

Stairs, one step and one step.

The grief is greater than the death of heart, and the back is torn, and I don't feel any pain.

Walked into the room, locked the door, held the phone, and cried bitterly into the microphone.

"Yanxi, I finally, forever lost my nature to love my mother."

A child loves his mother's nature.