Peach and Plum Do Not Speak

In the hot summer, An Zhi rode the car outside for a few days. He didn't make up the sunscreen in time, and he got sunburned, so he had to stay at home obediently.

Yan Xi flicked her forehead and smeared a layer of cold aloe vera paste on her tanned face. She repeatedly told her to wear sunscreen, and if she went out, she had to wear a high-efficiency sunscreen, and she had to reapply.

At this age, An Zhi has learned to love beauty, and nodded frequently.

After Yanxi went out, An Zhi did some homework and felt that it was boring. Just ran downstairs to the kitchen to make dessert.

During the years when Grandma Liu was in her home, especially in her elementary school years, the elderly and children had nothing in common, but she would cook all kinds of delicious dishes for her, and sometimes cook them for her, including desserts. Over time, An Zhi also learned a lot. There are a few similar ones.

Let's make a mango pancake today. Yan Xi likes mangoes the most.

Prepare three eggs, fresh large mango, 20 grams of melted butter, 200 grams of whipped cream, 250 grams of milk, 50 grams of low-gluten flour, 30 grams of white sugar, and 12 grams of powdered sugar.

An Zhi likes to make desserts, like measuring cylinders and measuring cups, and likes to prepare all the food ingredients and add them one by one.

Add the eggs to the powdered sugar and mix well, pour in the milk, sieve in the low flour and mix well, then add the melted butter to the custard that has been stirred before, mix well and sieve to get the egg liquid, and refrigerate for half an hour. Peel the mangoes and cut them into chunks while you wait.

In a non-stick pan over low heat, pour in an appropriate amount of custard, spread out into a thin layer of prototype, and take it out when it solidifies.

Add white sugar to whipped cream, add a layer of cream on the spread egg skin, add mango chunks, and add a layer of whipped cream. Fold it into a small square, with the closure facing down, and you're done.

An Zhi remembered that when she made it for the first time, the egg skin was not well spread, rough, uneven thickness, and finally broke. Yan Xi didn't dislike it, he ate all of it.

An Zhi refrigerated the Pan Ji after finishing it, and then went to rest again. She was bored for a while.

Have you looked in the mirror to see your face? Being taller is really a novelty. In the past, she had to stand on tiptoe to look at the bathroom mirror, but now she doesn't.

In the mirror, her eyes were deep and clear, and the eyeballs were particularly dark, like lacquer. Small and delicate nose, pink lips. An Zhi tilted up, revealing the dimple on his right cheek.

So familiar, yet a little unfamiliar. Is this how you see yourself in other people's eyes?

Does this face look a bit like her biological parents?

Chen Muqi came to see her when she was in the first year of junior high. At that time, Anzhi was by Yanxi's side when he called Yanxi's phone. She couldn't see Yanxi's expression. She just listened quietly for a while, and then said lightly: "I don't make the decision, I want to listen to her opinion. No, she doesn't follow her. When you speak, I have to ask her first, she will do it."

Saying that, she hung up the phone.

Yan Xi turned her head and said to her, "It's Chen Muqi, you... Dad, he said he wanted to meet you, do you want to go?"

Chen Muqi, An Zhi only knew her father's name. She asked, "Why do you want to see me?"

"...I didn't say, I heard that you did well in the junior high school exam..."

An Zhi bowed his head and said nothing.

Yan Xi seemed to be looking at her expression, and after a while, he slowly said, "If he asks you to move in with him..."

An Zhi suddenly raised his head and blurted out, "I'm not going! I don't want to!"

Yan Xi calmed down and comforted her: "Okay, don't go."

"I don't want to meet him!" An Zhi bit her lip, "Nothing to see!"

"...It doesn't matter, go see him, after all, he is your guardian. If you don't like it, it's better to see him less often!"

"Then take me there." An Zhi looked at her, "Go and pick me up."

Yan Xi's tone at the time seemed to be still in her ears, she comforted herself, she said:

"Okay, Tao Tao."

"It's alright, Tao Tao."

After meeting, he realized that Chen Muqi had no intention of taking her back. He just came back from Japan, and suddenly remembered that there was another daughter, An Zhi, and asked a few words at will.

An Zhi is now looking back on the old days. If it wasn't for Yan Xi, she might have lived forever in the cold and unpopular house of the Chen family. Even if she was lucky enough to survive at her current age, Chen Muqi married that Aunt Xu, she was still embarrassed. The presence.

No one will care whether she grows or not, no one will care whether she is good at school, whether she is suitable for skipping grades, no one will care about her life and death.

"You look..." Chen Muqi looked at her face, "It looks like Tao Zhenzhen."

After so many years, his tone when he mentioned Tao Zhenzhen was still not very good. An Zhi thought, what happened to these two people? Did they give birth to her without any emotional basis?

Yan Xi bought some physiology books to show her, and she knew the process of making life.

Then Chen Muqi said: "You must be curious about me and Tao, what happened to your mother, now that you are older, I can talk about it. She was just a freshman at that time, your mother was not 17 years old when she was a freshman. I've always wanted to take the Beicheng Academy of Fine Arts, because it's a good thing to go to that school. But I'm really not used to the exam-oriented education system. If I can't pass the exam, I want to feel the atmosphere of the university campus..."

Here, he paused for a while, then continued: "There are also a lot of beautiful girls in the university. At that time, I just wanted to draw people... I met your mother like this, and we talked a few times for a few days. She is 17 years old. I celebrated her birthday night..."

"None of us thought we would have you, it was an accident."

An Zhi stood beside the mirror in a daze, and when she came to her senses, the water from the faucet squeaked loudly for her. She turned off the faucet, walked out, and threw herself on the sofa in the living room.

Not sad it's fake.

In the past few years by Yan Xi's side, she has gradually become cheerful, naughty, and will act like a spoiled child with her.

But Chen Muqi's words reminded her from time to time. She was an accident and was not expected to be born. He despised her, her mother, Tao Zhenzhen also despised her, never contacted her, and An Zhi didn't even know where she was.

Did she know she was good enough to skip grades? Does she know she is 1.5 meters tall? Does she know she looks like her now?

she does not know. Chen Muqi knew, but he didn't want her either. Her parents seemed to have lost a big burden, and life has been smooth sailing since then. Yes, she is a big burden, a big burden no one wants.

Strangely, when she heard it, her heart was dull and dull, and she didn't have much reaction. She always thought she was okay, she always thought she wasn't expecting anymore.

She even played with her bicycle happily for several days, and even when she saw Chen Muqi and that Aunt Xu that day, she didn't react too much, and she stayed at home until today.

An Zhi covered her eyes with her hands, only to feel tears filling her eyelashes.

When she was six or seven years old, she thought that when she was older, she might not be so sad, and she would no longer envy other children, but she only needed to grow up a little bit, so she would not be sad when she thought about it?

An Zhi didn't know what was going on, and as soon as the tears fell, he couldn't stop.

She didn't even pick up the airliner at home when it rang. Then her cell phone rang.

It should be a word. During the summer vacation, as long as An Zhi was at home, she would call. Sometimes the call time was only a minute or two, that is, to ask her if she had something to eat, or what she was doing, and if she wanted to buy something to come back.

An Zhi wiped his face in embarrassment, took a few deep breaths, and felt that he should not be able to hear the cry, so he answered the phone.

"Tao Tao, do you want to eat watermelon? I'll buy it back."

"…Um."

"What are you doing at home today? Did you sneak out?"

"…No la…"

"Do your homework?"

The homework was all done, and she had read half of the textbooks for the new semester today, but An Zhi was afraid that Yan Xi heard that she was crying, so she mumbled a few times.

"...Okay, then I'll buy it back."

"Um!"

Hanging up the phone, An Zhi happily shed a few tears again, packed up her mood, and went to wash her face.

After half an hour, Yan Xi came back. An Zhi took the cut watermelon in a transparent bag from her hand.

Yan Xi changed her shoes and came in. There was a lot of tiredness in her eyes, and her steps were a little vain.

"What's wrong?" An Zhi noticed.

"It's nothing, maybe a little heatstroke. Pour me a glass of water." Yan Xi's mind was a little dizzy.

An Zhi trotted into the kitchen and poured a glass of cold water.

Yan Xi took it and drank half a glass. I found that An Zhi looked at her worriedly: "Do you want to see a doctor? I'll go and call the third uncle."

Yan Xi smiled lightly, "He's a plastic surgeon. I don't care if I need to call him. I'll go upstairs to sleep. I'll have dinner later."

She patted Anzhi on the head and went upstairs. An Zhi picked up her bag and followed her eagerly.

"Does it really matter?"

Yanxi's room is the master bedroom, which is larger than Anzhi's. It is similar to the room decoration of the old house, white and simple. Shady and cool in summer and warm in winter. She drew the curtains and lit the candles.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Xi whispered. She looked sleepy and her voice was a little hoarse. Lazy, without avoiding her, he turned sideways and unbuttoned his shirt, the clothes slipped down her shiny and clean back, and a pair of butterfly bones were slender and delicate.

An Zhi was stunned for a moment, and looked away reflexively.

"I'll go get you another glass of water."

She turned around and ran down, pouring a glass of cool white water.

I don't know if it's because I'm running too fast, or something else, my heart is a little bit fast.

After a while, she went upstairs.

Yan Xi was already asleep, she changed into a nightgown, the air conditioner Xia quilt covered her waist, and her long eyelashes were drawn.

An Zhi walked in lightly, put the water on the bedside table, was really worried, and reached out to probe Yanxi's forehead.

It should be alright to wake up, right?

Yan Xi's bed was not high, An Zhi simply sat on the floor. There are light blue shadows under Yan Xi's eyes, the folds of his double eyelids are deep, he is sleeping soundly, his lips are slightly raised and shiny.

An Zhi put his hand on top of her head, like coaxing herself to sleep when she was a child.

Diptyque's baies-flavored candles don't have too many sweet berry flavors, but are an early morning scent of pine trees and vines soaked in rain and dew, and it seems that low birdsong can be heard.

An Zhi accompanies Yan Xi like this.