A Heartwarming Decade

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Ten Years Yipin Wenruyan (Complete Works)!A Heng has thought about seeing a thousand scenes of his loved ones. They are nothing but sore nose, tears, and mixed feelings, just like the Huangmei opera essays my mother loves to read at home. , Each other is cautious, due to the distance of time, there is a temporary unfavorable strangeness.

I thought about each of them, but none of the scenes in front of me were real.And this truth is true because it rejects all assumptions.

"Si Wan, what's the matter with you?" The majestic old man slowly swept his gaze away from A Heng, and fixed his position on the water-stained teenager.

"Grandpa, Yanxi and I were having fun just now, accidentally..." Si Wan didn't mind, and smiled easily.

The old man nodded slightly, then turned his eyes to Ah Heng.

A Heng's heart beats very fast, and time seems to stop at this moment.The old man called "Grandpa" stared, leaving her nowhere to hide.

"What was your name before?"

"Yun, Heng." A Heng grew up in the South. Although he has learned Mandarin, he is very awkward to speak.Therefore, it seems clumsy to speak word by word.

"According to Si Wan's seniority, when your mother had you, I gave you a name, Sier, but this name was taken by someone. You should use the original name and you will be called Wen Heng from now on." The old man groaned and looked at The granddaughter in front of her spoke after a long while.

Occupied?A Heng was a little confused, his eyes looked at Si Wan unconsciously and cautiously, and finally settled on his hand.The boy's fingers swelled clearly, and the water droplets on the cuffs slid down the back of his hands.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, take Wen Heng to rest." The old man told the middle-aged woman who was standing by, and then looked at Si Wan, "Go and clean up. It's not like an adult."

The depth of love is the utmost responsibility.

As A Heng followed Zhang's sister-in-law on the curved wooden staircase, he remembered how the old man had taught him to think about Wan, and these words flashed through his mind.

When she was very young, her adoptive father told her that family affection cannot be calculated by adding or subtracting. Some of them are paying completely without any intention of return, and there is no area of ​​carelessness in the middle.

What about love, so will it be indifferent?

Zheng is against the ratio, the teacher in the small town has also taught.

"Here, it's here." Aunt Zhang walked to the corner of the second floor and opened the bedroom door.

"Thank you." A Heng's voice was gentle, with Wu Yin's Nuonuo's Mandarin accent a little funny.

Aunt Zhang's expression was unnatural, she looked at Ah Heng for a long time, and finally sighed and turned away.

A Heng dragged the suitcase into the bedroom, but suddenly became confused.

Eyes full of warm blue, exquisite and warm design, reveal the breath of life everywhere.The exquisite blue shell wind chimes are soft enough to fill four of her big beds, revealing a warm bedding.

Has anyone else lived here before?Suddenly breaking into the privacy of others, Ah Heng was a little at a loss. He put down his suitcase embarrassedly and sat gently on the swivel chair beside the glass round table.

Fang lowered his head and saw a few delicate straw dolls leaning around on the round table.There is a grandfather with gray hair and a majestic beard, a grandma with a cross-shaped pendant with curving eyebrows, a dad in a navy uniform with a cigarette, a gentle mother with a beautiful bun, big dimples on the eyebrows Deep boy.Is this... the Wen family?

A Heng looked at the naive attitude of the dolls, and his nervous mood was strangely relaxed.She stretched out her hand, and carefully stroked their outline with her fingertips.

"Don't touch your stuff!"

A Heng was startled, his hands trembled, and instantly, the doll fell on the carpet.She turned around and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of her, her nose sour strangely.

When she was a child, she knew that she was not like her father, mother, and younger brother.She asked her mother this way: "Ama, how come I don't look like you?"

"A Heng looks good like this." Mother looked at her lovingly and smiled, "Yuanshanmei is more expensive than Liuyemei."

Mica has typical willow-leaf eyebrows, the charming style of a Jiangnan woman; while A Heng has distant mountain eyebrows, his eyes are delicate and gentle, and he looks a bit clear and clean.

The middle-aged woman in front of her happened to have extremely beautiful distant eyebrows.

Aheng stood up, stiffened, staring at her intently, watching her walk to her side and squatting down gently; watching her pityingly pick up the fallen doll, and then stand up.

She didn’t ask what her name was, how old she was, how old she was, or what her mother would ask, she just glanced at her briefly, her eyes flashed first, and then sadly, she spoke coldly:" Don't move things in this room."

Then, leave.

A Heng looked at the woman's back, and suddenly, a deep sense of inferiority was slowly released from the bottom of his heart.who is she?The child could not wait to crush himself in the air and become untouchable dust.

Ignoring, it turned out to be more cruel than abandoning.

Mom, such a gentle and soft word.

Aheng's mother.

Mommy mommy.

A Heng held his suitcase and cried almost ashamed.

At dinner that day, as Aheng expected, only the grandfather of the head of the family attended.There is no father, no mother, not even Wen Siwan whom I have seen.

The old man asked her many questions, and Ah Heng was often incoherent with nervousness until he frowned.

"I said hello to the school. You will go to school with Si Wan tomorrow. Ask him if you don't understand."

In the early morning, Ah Heng saw the secretary who took her to City B again.

Si Wan sat in the passenger seat, and Aheng sat behind on the same side as Si Wan.

A Heng grew up and came to the north for the first time, and he was naturally new to everything.The overcrowded crowd, the witty Beijing dialect with a strong atmosphere of life, the towering and neat floors, the exquisite quadrangle courtyard... the same city, different styles, but so wonderfully blended.

"Si Wan, the traffic jam ahead is severe." The gentle secretary Li turned his face to smile at Si Wan, with a questioning tone.

"This is very close to the school. Wen Heng and I should get off first, Uncle Li?" Si Wan pondered for a long while, looking at the long dragon that had been stuck at the intersection for nearly twenty minutes, and answered politely.

A Heng carried his schoolbag and followed Si Wan, not far away, just an arm's distance away.

After a long time, A Heng stood beside Si Wan, always at an arm's length away, looking a little restrained.

Si Wan didn't pay attention at first, but later discovered that a group of friends could only do this with him. He was so depressed that he was a young gentleman.

"Girl, I'm older brother, older brother!" Si Wan gently put his hand on Aheng's head, half joking.

"I know." A Heng answered frankly.

It was because of the older brother that he clearly remembered that he did not like her approaching him.

Si Wan would not understand such a cautious cherishment, just as he didn't understand why he would give up Aheng again and again.

Si Wan chose the path and passed through a narrow narrow alley.A Heng bowed his head and kept track of his way in silence until he reached the exit of the street corner and saw the busy crowd.

The reason why destiny is strong is that it can stand at the end and watch the surprises it sets for you along the way.And those occasional encounters, although you always praise it in your heart for its irreplaceable, but looking back, it is such a natural and natural existence, as if a small piece of the puzzle that is almost ignored, it is complete after all.

When Ah Heng saw the person who loves life for the second time, he was sitting on the corner of the street, among a group of elderly people, bowed his head intently sipping soybean juice in a coarse porcelain bowl.

The slender and white fingers held the edge of the bowl, and the black hair fell naturally along the forehead softly, just covering the side face, only showing the towering and delicate bridge of the nose.It was so clear that he could see every fine hair that was slightly upturned, and the chaotic lines beside the first button of the dark blue school uniform jacket, but his face was completely blank.

At that time, it was 7:58.

"Yanxi, you're going to be late, hurry up!" Si Wan got used to it, patted his shoulder, and his long legs kept moving forward.

Aheng silently looked at the young man, watching him lazily raise his slender fingers in the direction of Si Wan, but never raised his head.

Yanxi.It's like a girl's name.

Seeing the bean stains accidentally swept on the young man's hair, Aheng smiled lightly, gently took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, silently placed it on the wooden table covered with a layer of dust, and then left.

The boy didn't look up. At this moment, he seemed terribly indifferent to any stranger.