A Heartwarming Decade

The cup in Yanxi's hand shakes slightly, splashing a few drops of brown. He looked at her, his eyes unconcealed: "A Heng, what about you, what do you think of me? Am I **** in your eyes?"

Yanxi said these three words easily, and there was no big wave in his expression.

He smiled flatly, with a clear mockery in his eyes.

A Heng's cup slipped from his hand, and the finely made porcelain was broken, and the gap was delicate.

She bowed her head, stunned, gay, gay, how can you say so casually, and then, running away, the cup is broken, it’s not a good sign, it’s a lifetime... It looks very valuable, how much to lose...

The boss will do business, come over to change the cups, hoping that the sky outside the wooden window will no longer be necessary. He drew a few brand-new banknotes from his wallet and handed them to him, grabbing A Heng's hand, and plunged into the dusk.

Do not look back, the steps are quick and fast.

Aheng's cuffs were wrinkled by him. She said, "Yanxi, let go, let go, I'm angry."

In the sunset, the boy with a clean and white neck, but with a faint golden light, pulled her and ran.

If we change the scene, we are less avant-garde according to our words, and are not afraid of people’s words and fear that no one will watch the character. He should hold up Girl Wen horizontally, and affectionately say: "Liu Liu can’t see the eyes of Mao. Here, Lao Tzu’s favorite in the world is my baby."

Let’s change the scene again. If you don’t abuse a good essay, you won’t approve of the truth of the essay. Maybe you should be very entangled and said deeply: "A Heng, I... can't forget Lu Liu." Of course, Miss Wen said in tears silently, "I." Bless you" is good.

Well, unfortunately, none of the above.

Yan Shao didn't actually say anything, he just pulled A Heng's hand...Ah, no, it was the sleeve, and ran forward with full force.

In the sunset, the two of them panted like cows, and didn't let go until the gate of the former high school.

A Heng broke his leg, panting, pointing at Yanxi: "It's crazy! Who said something about you, isn't it just me saying I don't want to see Lu Liu? Why, did you poke your heart?"

The tone is like brewing Shanxi vinegar.

Yanxi lowered her head, gently let go of the sleeves she was holding, and smiled: "Come with me, a little bit about the previous years."

Aheng looked at Simon's glittering school card and was stunned. The anger in his heart and helplessness taught him to transfer most of it lamely. He nodded and said, "Okay, I haven't been in for a long time."

The teaching building is quiet in the daylight that is about to darken, the breeze is gentle, and the grass is green. On the basketball court not far away, a few young boys with youthful and childish qualities were playing basketball, muscles, sweat, fists, cheers, goals, and three-pointers.

Yan Xi fell on the grass with the word "big", closing her eyes lightly, her lips smiling peacefully.

The word An Mi describes him, somewhat contrary to peace. A Heng was condescending, his eyes were gentle and bent.

He said: "I had a dream yesterday."

Aheng asked: "What dream?"

"I married you, and we gave birth to a baby. You gave him a nice name, but unfortunately I can't remember. Then, our family of three lived in a house with a European fireplace and Persian carpet. He still I was very young, sitting on the carpet and playing with toys, we called him to eat, no matter how we called, he couldn't hear. Then I woke up."

A Heng put his chin on his hand and laughed: "Scare, why am I so unlucky that I have been planted in your hands for the rest of my life, and even gave birth to a little deaf."

Yanxi opened her eyes and looked at the sky full of glow: "But, you didn't see, that child is really beautiful, with my eyes and your mouth."

The smile was as gentle as the first drop of dew in the morning sun.

A Heng blushed, feeling that the summer sun is not worthy of summer when the evening comes. Why is he so roasted?

He stood up and patted the grass behind him. Not far away, someone on the basketball court missed the ball and rolled in their direction.

Yanxi raised her eyebrows, picked up the basketball and walked a few steps closer, squinting at the hoop, that posture, that style, and she looked like a **** who suddenly appeared, and made a light shot.

Shining, glittering, glittering, Yanxi felt like she was radiating golden light.

Then...cough, the ball hit the basket.

Yanxi hides her face and is puzzled. How could it be missed...how could it be possible...

A group of half-and-half guys on the basketball court burst into laughter.

Aheng embarrassed.

Yan Xi cough: "I heard that the school history museum has been rebuilt again. Let's go and see it. There seems to be a picture of you in it."

Ah Heng: "How come there is mine?"

Yan Xi smiled: "There are photos of every champion, starting from the establishment of the school."

A Heng looked at it dubiously, and the second-to-last frame in the glass window was indeed her photo.

"Ah, it's this one." She looked at the photo, rubbing her eyebrows, a little embarrassed.

It was the winter day of the third year of high school. On the days when he was just ill, she bought a piece of roasted sweet potato. Yan Xi, the servant never eats sweets, that day somehow, she had to share food with her. He broke halfway and was gnawing. The head teacher said that the whole school had to take photos for information collection. He took the photos before eating the sweet potatoes. When the photos came out, both of them had a beard on their mouths.

Yanxi pointed to the photo and laughed: "A Heng, look at it, this is actually a photo of us."

Aheng was puzzled and squinted. Behind her was an unclear shadow in school uniform, framed on the same plane, holding a piece of Huang Cancan's unfinished sweet potato in her hand.

At that time, she seemed to be easier to have than she is now.

There was a streamer in his eyes, he bowed slightly, and wiped the glass with his hands until the silly girl's face became clearer.

He looked closely, as if thinking about something he loved, and for a long while, he laughed: "A Heng, you were not an ordinary silly at that time. You can believe what others say, as long as you use a Beijing film that is more proficient than you."

He often teases her, fourteen is fourteen, forty is forty, fourteen is not forty, forty is not fourteen; the bench is long and the pole is wide...

The silly girl grew up in the South, flat and flat, until she looked up at the sky with her small face, whether she was fourteen or fourteen.

A Heng sighed so frustrated: "Yanxi, you just point to me not to be angry with you—"

Before she finished her words, he gently kissed the picture of the silly girl.

He kissed her on the forehead and prayed forever. He lighted the nose of the man in the photo and said idiot.

A naive smile, a fool, a fool.

Aheng looked at him quietly, feeling a bit sour in his heart.

She wanted to say, Yanxi, why is your life always looking backwards?

When there is Aheng, I can’t let go of the land current; when there is a land current, I can’t let go of Aheng; when there is Aheng now, I can’t let go of the Aheng in memory.

However, there are two ways of peace in the world, to live up to the predecessor and to live up to the future.

It's Father Wen's death day again.

A Heng always had nightmares in his sleep, and the roar of the plane's departure gradually became clear, impacting the airflow and flying to heaven.

"Dad, don't take the plane, mother won't let me. She should scold me when I go back, Dad..."

"Tomorrow is your mother's birthday. I haven't given her a birthday in many years. I have to rush back to surprise her this year. Besides, silly girl, if you don't tell me, how can your mother know?"

"Mom said absolutely not."

"Tomorrow is your mother's birthday."

"Mum, she said--"

"Okay, which one of our fathers will go back to show him, punish him, ah, fine him not to enter the house for two years."

"Ah, all right, Rehook."

"Children's things, your dad speaks upright, what the hooks do. Haha, your mother must be happy with such a big surprise."

When Aheng opened his eyes, the morning sun was just right.

The roar of the plane disappeared, and I felt sweat all over my forehead.

She changed into fresh clothes and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Yan Xi was walking in with her dark circles under her eyes. Regardless of her anger, he drank the wine for half the night.

A Heng felt uncomfortable, but she just said what if she hated Lu Liu. She had never been cruel to force him or something, just to see where she was in his heart.

Aheng said: "Yanxi, don't drink, it's not good for your health."

He flushed his face with water: "It's not uncommon for Yanxi to drink. It's only when Yanshuai's grandson drinks and sells face." With the sound of the water, his voice was a little cold, "You are a girl, don't worry about these things. "

A Heng said: "I didn't want to care about you, but I watched TV a few days ago and said that a few percent more people died of hepatitis in the country after drinking, and I was afraid you would die early."

Yanxi lowered her head, with drops of water hanging down her hair, and smiled softly: "When I came back yesterday... Yesterday, I saw that there were people selling candied haws on the street. I bought you a bunch and put it in the glass of the coffee table. , You go and eat."

A Heng ran over. It was hot and it melted all night. The sugar gum on the table was like red tears.

She sighed in her heart, this fool with no common sense, who wanted to hurt others but couldn't learn.

I took a bite and lost my teeth.

Yanxi frowned: "Can't you eat it? Throw it away."

A Heng shook his head: "It's rare that you gave me something."

The hand he was wiping his face with the towel became stiff, and he turned his head away. No one else could see what happened in his eyes. He said: "Today is Uncle Wen's death day. Come back to Wen's house with me."

There was a hawthorn stuck in A Heng's mouth, and he shed tears with sourness.

Yanxi took a tissue and took her into her arms: "Why are you crying? They don't like you because they are confused in their hearts. Uncle Wen is transparent. For children in the family, you are the one who hurts the most."

The tears in A Heng's eyes were like ice balls, painful and piercing, and he whispered: "But this one who likes me killed me."

Yan Xi chuckled: "You are so honest, you will recruit yourself if you don't let the court try."

He let go of her, looked into her eyes, and said flatly: "Take a flight and Uncle Wen has a heart attack. How come you are the murderer of your father? Could it be that you drove the plane?"

Aheng said: "I should persuade my father not to let him fly."

His eyes are big and bright: "I don't understand these words again. Uncle Wen is a big living person. You are a daughter. Can you still control your father's legs? According to you, my mother gave birth to When I had a dystocia, I almost died. I should commit suicide when I was born. Your logic is very good. No wonder she doesn't like me."

He knew where her heart was. He didn't return to Wen's house because of her mother's scolding, or because her brothers and sisters were alienated, but because of conscience torment. He was suffering from seeing his father's tablet.

He patted her on the back, smiled and showed white teeth. He said, "You can't hide in your heart for the rest of your life, and you can't pretend to be strong. You have to live well, and be a real Heng in front of them and Yan Xi. This Aheng. For the rest, I will work hard, okay?"

A Heng smiled and nodded, but he couldn't speak. This comfort came to her ears and was more precious than Wanjin.

His face was pale: "I'm sorry, I can't take you against the whole world." He couldn't give her so much love, so that she had the courage to no longer care about Wen's family.

Aheng looked at him and frowned slightly: "I always feel that your appearance has changed a lot than before."

Although it still looks the same, it always feels like a brilliant sunflower is slowly withering away, and it loses a lot of anger and pride, which is irreparable.

"Well, it's not like... Yanxi."

Yanxi fluttered: "Did you become more handsome?"

A Heng pursed his thin lips: "Hehe, without a sense of clarity, I still like the way you were before, lawless."

But he hugged her hard, closed his eyes, and said softly: "I don't care about anything. As long as you don't collapse and you can stand in this world, I don't care about anything."

That voice, the throat was a slight vibration.

"Hey, Yanxi, what's the matter with you?" Aheng thought he was inexplicable.

He held his hand, but smiled lightly, and said seriously: "When I arrived at the Wen's house in a while, you should follow along with what I say, and then talk about family affection if you can go along. They miss you and feel ashamed, and they think about you. Auntie's mind, I can guess how much."

When they arrived at Wen's house, Wen's mother and Zhang's sister-in-law were packing up the folded paper ingots, and they had to put them in the car after they were packed. Old Wen was sitting on the sofa with silver hair, holding a candy bar and feeding the little Lark in the cage, without much emotion.

Si Wan and Si Er stood in front of the stairs in plain clothes, not knowing what they were arguing. Si Wan looked at Si Er with an eyebrow, helpless and angry.

They turned their faces and saw Yanxi and Aheng, Si smiled and said, "I'm back."

Ah Heng was taken aback. He looked like he was when he had no grudges with her a few years ago.

Sier snorted coldly and walked out the door. When he reached Yanxi's side, he faintly satirized in his right ear: "You should drink less. If you work hard like this, I don't know who will love you."

Mother Wen's expression was also a little stiff, but she walked up to Yanxi and said with a sullen face: "You know I've come to see my old lady, are you going to turn my daughter to the sky?"

Yanxi laughed: "Auntie, if you are an old lady, can you teach Gong Li and Maggie Zhang where to go?"

Mother Wen pursed his lips and nodded his forehead, but couldn't help smiling: "Since I was a child, a mouth can coax people."

Yanxi glanced at A Heng, and A Heng agreed: "Yes, Mom, you are young or young, not an old lady." Touched her nose, couldn't remember anything else, and added sincerely, "Really."

Mother Wen laughed, pinched her nose, and warmed her voice: "No, my girl won't be the most tricky with her mouth, she was born too honest."

A Heng bowed his head: "Mom, you don't bother me?"

Mother Wen looked at Yanxi, the child's smile looked erratic, and her heart was sour. She knew it, she knew it!

She shook her head, hugged Ah Heng, and cried: "Mom doesn't bother you. Mom made a mistake. I shouldn't hit you or let you go home. I never blamed you about your father, but he wanted to You are with Gu's children, and Mom wants to fulfill his last wish."

She only gave a part of the reason, but kept some dirty and nasty things, like a mess, she still can't figure it out, why should she suffer the daughter's troubles between those men?

Didn't she have no resentment when her daughter was transferred, but what can she do? In order to protect the whole family, besides Aisel, what better way does she have?

A Heng, from birth to adulthood, after careful calculation, the days with her were less than three hundred and sixty days. She had a red mole on her right wrist when she was born. She remembered that clearly, but the mole disappeared for no reason when her father-in-law found the missing child again. The mother's heart is grudge, wanting to cry bitterly and want to make a big fuss, but facing the pleading eyes of the mother-in-law and the sadness of her husband, what can we do?

That year, she heard that next door, the vixen, who is known to everyone, died of dystocia, killing two lives.

The father-in-law looked at her, his eagle-eyed eyes were unfathomable, and he said: "Yunyi, you should laugh. My Wen family finally saved a little blood."

She tore a big hole bloody, sleepless night and night, shaking Sier's cradle and telling herself over and over again: "This is my daughter."

Until fifteen years later, her little Aheng returned to her with the red mole on his right hand, but her daughter was already Sier.

Think about it, there is no fate to be a mother and daughter.

I folded my hands when burning paper for my husband. May you bless and An Guo.

Behind him, the pair of children interlocked with their fingers, making them unique.