A Heartwarming Decade

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Ten Years Yipin Wenruyan (Complete Works)!Ah Heng sometimes thinks that life is really like a farce. Before he could figure out why his surname was Yun, he was given the surname Wen again.

According to Zhang's wife, when her mother was in confinement, she suddenly disappeared in the nursery. Mom and Dad went crazy.But grandpa took a baby girl back half a month later and said that Sier had found it.

When Yun Heng lived a simple and poor life in Wushui Town, and was always alive with fear under the shadow of his brother's heart attack, the girl replaced her and became Winsell.

What does the surname Wen represent?Aheng's father is a famous naval officer, his mother is a famous pianist, and his grandfather is a political figure.There is no doubt that the daughter of such a family has the qualifications to be spoiled.

And Winsell, the girl who took A Heng's name, was just such a girl who loved her.

This Sier is too good.She can dance ballet, can play the piano fluently, looks beautiful, and what's more rare is that she has a very cute and lovely personality. The whole family of Wen, including the deceased grandmother Wen, are all treasures.Even the grandfather, who is hard by nature, smiles from ear to ear when he mentions her in front of outsiders, not to mention the warm mother who held her daughter in her palm since she was a child.

"Unfortunately, such a good child..." Aunt Zhang always looked sad when she talked about it.

In Wen's family, the only person A Heng can talk to is probably only Mrs. Zhang.This old man has been widowed for many years. Not long after she married into the Wen family, she has been helping in her hometown. After various changes, she moved to this garden with the Wen family.This life has always been diligent and disciplined, so he is highly respected by the Wen family.

Speaking of which, A Heng can get along with Sister Zhang thanks to the kitchen.

Mica is a well-known ingenious woman in the town, who cooks good dishes and cooks good soup.A Heng has been fascinated by his ears since he was a child, and he is quite authentic.

Occasionally, Mrs. Zhang was busy cooking and cooked rice. A Heng was anxious for a moment. When he saw half an orange on the table on the side, he squeezed the juice into the rice, then put the green onion leaves in the rice and steamed it over a low fire Up.

Aunt Zhang felt inexplicable. After a while, she smelled the mellow fragrance of rice. Her heart changed her mind about the little girl in front of her. When she was free, she took A Heng to learn cooking skills and carefully taught A Heng to cook northern dishes.

"Flip three times, be careful." Aunt Zhang commanded A Heng with authority.

A Heng moved the wooden shovel to flip twice easily.

"Wrong, it was three times." The old man was more serious, holding the girl's hand, and flipping it again.

"Two times, okay? Four times, okay?" Aheng smiled.

"Of course not. When you start cooking, you always turn around three times." The old man had a natural expression on his face.

"It's not hot twice, it will burn all around." A Heng muttered in a low voice.

"Little girl!" Auntie Zhang turned her head to laugh and scolded, smoothly wiping the sweat from A Heng's forehead.

"Grandma." A Heng's eyes were gentle and clear, and his voice was waxy, with a pure southern accent.

Aunt Zhang was taken aback, as if she didn't understand, she turned around to fry the shredded chicken.

"Milk...milk." A Heng was serious, and his lips overflowed with warm, awkward Mandarin.

The old man continued to fry the shredded chicken, paused for a moment, and sighed lightly.

"You kid, it would be better if it were a little bad."

Aheng kept silent, sniffed and smiled.

When eating dinner every day, the restaurant is very quiet, and I can't even hear the sound of chewing.Aheng sips a meal. Although strange, she has been quiet since she was a child, and there is no awkwardness.

Wen's family education is very strict, and they are extremely taboo to talk at the table.However, Si Wan and Si Er were very fond of talking and laughing during dinner. Although the old man had been reprimanded several times, it was ineffective. When Si Er acted like a baby, they let them go.

Now, Ah Heng is here, not talking, but a quiet child, but the old man is a little uncomfortable.

"Dad..." Mother Wen gently put down the spoon, and stopped talking.

"Yunyi, what's the matter?" The old man frowned and looked at his daughter-in-law.

"Can you... can you take Er Er home?" Wen Mu was elegant and generous, but at this moment a little cautious.

"In the house Sier currently lives in, I have found someone to take care of her. Don't worry." The old man was a little unhappy, but his eyes swept across Aheng.

Si Wan was still chewing the rice grains politely, but his brows were a little tight.

"Dad, didn't you hurt you the most before?" Mother Wen hesitated, turning her gaze to her father-in-law.

"Enough!" The old man threw the spoon heavily on the table.

Si Wan raised his eyes and looked at the old man with some injuries.Mother Wen stopped talking, but her tender eyebrows were frowned, and her heart was gloomy.

Quietly all around, A Heng took a sip of the soup in his mouth and couldn't swallow it awkwardly.

"Yunyi, if you have time, you might as well add some clothes to Aheng." The old man sighed and picked up the spoon again.

Looking at the somewhat dirty school uniform he was wearing, A Heng suddenly became embarrassed.

It's not that there are no clothes in the closet, but those clothes belong to other people after all, and most of them look very expensive, and I always feel awkward to wear them.And the clothes that I brought from home gradually passed the season, and they were out of fashion, so I had to change two sets of school uniforms.It's just that I had a physical education class today, soiled my clothes, and was caught in the eyes of Old Wen.

"I see." Mother Wen looked at Ah Heng without a trace of emotion.A Heng lowered his head and slowly swallowed the soup little by little, but he seemed to have a fishbone stuck in his throat.

In fact, school uniforms are very good.A Heng wanted to speak, but felt that it was wrong. He quietly glanced at Si Wan, and saw that he didn't have any special expressions, and his hanging heart dropped slightly.Si Wan was kind to Si Er, she saw it at the school gate that day.

"A Heng, can the school curriculum still keep up?" Old Wen slowed down, looking at the ordinary granddaughter in front of him, with some regrets in his heart.He still delayed the child after all.

"Hmm." A Heng was a little surprised, then nodded honestly.

"If you can't, let...your brother teach you." When the old man said the word "brother", he bit the tone.

In an instant, the faces of Mother Wen and Si Wan turned pale.

brother.

A Heng's throat was a little itchy and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, he just nodded slightly.

Si Wan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled invisibly. After a while, he stood up and politely removed the chair: "I'm full." He turned and left, his heart ached, as if being pinched, so naturally he had no time. Take into account the feelings of others.

"Yanxi." Si Wan walked back to her room, put the microphone to her ear, and spoke after a moment of silence.

"Huh?" The other party's nasal voice was a little confused, with a hint of laziness.

"I miss you." Si Wan held the microphone and slowly tightened her fingertips.

"Oh." The other party was too lazy and answered one word.

"Axi, I said I miss you!" Si Wan's voice grew louder, and a sulky breath could not be controlled, and his eye circles slowly turned red.

"What are you doing so loudly? You ass kid, crazy?" The boy's voice was clear and his words were sharp.

"Axi..." Si Wan was wronged.

"Calling the soul!" The young man sneered, extremely impatient.

"Do you have to be so fierce every time you talk to me?" Si Wan's voice weakened, with a hint of childishness and helplessness in his tone.

"I haven't been gentle to anyone since I grew up!" The young man's voice was clear, and the rude words curled around his lips, but he had a special flavor.

"Then... Where's Lu Liu?" Si Wan paused, cautiously.

Pop, the other party dropped the phone.

When Si Wan heard the busy tone, he knew that he had stepped on the cat's tail, and couldn't help smiling bitterly.

Axi, or... didn't you let it go?

I don't know why, when thinking about Err, Yanxi in Si Wan's head became more and more proud and indifferent, and even the delicate appearance became a mask.

Naturally, many years later, looking at the ending in this way, in addition to a wry smile, there are four words like an arrow, centered on the center of the eyebrows-good luck.

And Aheng, after a quick glance at the parking lot that day, he has never seen Sier again.

In the class, everyone gradually realized something vaguely from Ah Heng's overly plain dress.In addition, Ah Heng’s Mandarin is really unpleasant. One sentence sounds ridiculously fragmented. Some snobbish students in the class began to look at her unpleasantly. Hearing Ah Heng’s words, the smile on his lips often mocked with compassion. Pretending to be ignorant, I usually look at my classmates and make eye contact, with a sense of superiority.

Because there is no decent dress, because it is poor, it is worthy of pity; because Putonghua is so full and unreasonable, because of the local tone of the tone, it is shameful.

At first, Ah Heng was still willing to communicate with everyone, but later, he was completely silent, only watching others talking and laughing with gentle brows.

Sindayi, although he knew everyone's snobbery, he inexplicably resisted Aheng because of Sier's affairs.We balance the two phases, simply ignore it, and completely treat Wen Heng as a stranger, but hope that Wen Heng will cry or yell because of the crowding, so that he has the right to hate her for Sier with peace of mind.

It is a pity that Wen Heng has never spared a smile from beginning to end, and has embraced everything tenderly and toughly.