A Heartwarming Decade

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Yiyanxi's results, when qualifying, naturally can't sit together with Aheng.

The classmates in the class have gotten acquainted with Ah Heng, and they all think this girl is very real, she is good at studying, and sitting together is absolutely no harm.Therefore, this year, Aheng is absolutely sought after at the same table.

As a result, due to Chen Juan's achievements in disdain for Qunlun, she sat beside A Heng gracefully, "Brother, fate!"

Aheng smiled: "Yes, yes, fate."

After a few more people, Sindayi walked over with slanted eyes, gloating: "Shemale, hehe, you're done, Oye!"

Chen Juan didn't know why, but the purple-painted Kou Dan pointed at Sindayi: "Bah, when did you a baboon become a crow? You are done! Believe it or not, the old lady killed you, hey!"

It's a pity that the ass is not warm yet, Yanxi walked over with a dark face and grinning, and the schoolbag was thrown on the table of a certain shredded pork, raised her eyebrows, but she didn't smile: "Why? Are you old?"

Rousi opened her eyes wide, and vaguely saw the small mess with black wings hovering on Yanxi's head. He remembered the countless experiences of being poisoned by the unspoken rules of the tongue, and he smiled and got up: "How can you sit here? , It’s a damn crime to disturb your father-daughter reunion."

"Damn, the virtue of mother Sang!" Xin Dayi contemptuously.

The shredded pork money is moved: "Oh, Xin Shao, you have a good moral character. In the future, the younger ones will depend on you more."

Immediately, he sat down beside Xinshi Dayi.

His eyes met, crackling, sparks shooting.

Visiting the prison outside the iron window, no, everyone waiting for the seats all said with emotion: "Look, what a naked four-cornered love! Originally Sindayi had a secret crush on Wen Heng, Wen Heng and Sindayi were very good couples, and they said Because Mei Ren Er was irritated by her blows with Mary, she felt that wild flowers were not as scent as home flowers, and the fat water did not flow into the field of outsiders. She robbed her brother’s lover, and staged an incestuous father-daughter relationship with Wen Heng. Sindayi and Mary were two sad people, drenched in their sorrows, haggard, their hearts are as gray as dead, they are unlovable, and they are lingering..."

Sitting in prison inside the iron window, oh, no, it’s another nest of seats already in a row of tears with tears: "It’s so cruel, I’ve tortured someone to death, the boy next to Mary, that bare-bottomed boy shooting arrows is definitely a stepmother, too he Grandma's stepmother!!!"

The first time Aheng heard Sier playing the piano was at a solo concert held by his mother for Sier.

She doesn't understand music, but feels that it sounds too good. Her hands, flying lightly, arranged and combined on the keys, are far more exciting than mathematics.

When the notes suddenly burst, applause from all the people blasted on the eardrums, like thunder.

Sier was wearing a white evening gown, with a straight neck that looked elegant and noble.She got up and left the piano, picked up the microphone, and followed the applause with a slight shyness and seriousness.She said: "Thank you my mother, my favorite and favorite mother."

Then, A Heng sat in the seat of the VIP in front of him and watched the noble and beautiful mother who was as noble and beautiful as yours walk up to the stage with red eyes and hugged the girl in such a warm and caring posture, reluctant to let go: "This is mine. Rare baby, my friends."

The applause that is just right to be consummated is like a tide of applause.

She kept smiling, but there was some pain in her ears.

Yanxi looked at her strangely and hurriedly.He was wearing a white and elegant suit, but he rolled up his sleeves unruly, covered her ears with his hands, and muttered something.

In an instant, the world was quiet.

She smiled and watched Yanxi's mouth open and close, and carefully put together too impatient sentences: "Good...good...good...we...Aheng...if...learn the piano...must...play Got...better..."

Oh, is that so?...

A Heng sniffed and laughed, "Yanxi, let go, your ears hurt so much, it hurts."

Yanxi let go, kneeling on the seat with her legs unruly, facing her, her big eyes wishing to smile like a crack: "Really, Aheng, you have to believe me."

Aheng, you believe me.If you learned the piano at such a young age, baby, you must be a rare treasure that is more precious than a rare treasure.

Si Wan turned his gaze from the stage to the off stage, mildly concerned: "What are you talking about, you are happy to be like this."

Yan Xi pouted: "Secret."

Si Wan is more gentle and concerned: "Can't I say it?"

Yanxi didn't care, but said: "You elm head, it's a secret."

He smiled wryly: "When did your secrets to others become secrets against me?"

Taking advantage of the moment when there was something touching and applauding from the audience, Yanxi smiled: "What did you say? It's too noisy, I didn't hear it."

All the people in the industry seriously evaluated Sier's playing level to the level of aliens.

Aheng said to Yanxi seriously: "Yanxi, I think I am very interested in music."

Yanxi also said solemnly: "Daughter, this is a very elegant and easy to doze off interest."

However, life is so boring, we can just have some fun.

From the attic filled with childhood toys, he dragged out a piano that had been abandoned for many years, and then had a good time to get acquainted with the stave that was almost covered with moss, and asked Ah Heng to choose the generals and play whichever he picked .

He said: "Heng Heng, for Mao, I think I look like some people waiting in some stores."

A Heng glanced at Yanxi's fine-skinned meat with a snowy face, and asked carefully: "Nightclub Cowboy?"

Yanxi vomited blood: "Obviously a hotel piano player. Heaven and earth, what's wrong with my tutor..."

A Heng expressionlessly: "There are problems everywhere."

Yanxi is angrily: "I quit, let's go, I'm going to treat you today, let's go listen to someone see-saw singing!"

Then, wearing ordinary T-shirts, ordinary cowboys, and ordinary clothes, they walked to the opera house which is said to be the most famous in the country.These days, the Opera House just invited a well-known American theater troupe to perform. A total of 33 shows, no more than one show, no more than one show. After the performance, they left with a burden, especially with their wrists.

A Heng searched for a long time, but could not find the ticket booth.

Yanxi called, and after a while, someone came, in a suit and leather shoes, nodded and bowed, and gave the ticket.

A Heng sighed, "You are too high a cadre, and too capitalist."

Yanxi: "Hey, you bring up Wen Muxin's name and see if the person bends down more capitalist!"

Aheng screamed, that's true.Then leaned over and watched the ticket: "What is the name of the opera?"

Yanxi stared sideways for a long time, spelling calmly: "MUSES."

A Heng spelled in the palm of his hand: musts.

...Muse?Muse the goddess of inspiration?

The two people sat in the front row, feeling a little bit. If you look at you, the muse of a capitalist country is different. Even the clothes are so capitalist.

Yanxi blinked his big eyes: "A Heng, except for a higher voice, can you understand what they sing?"

There was a snort of mocking and disdain from the seat next to him, and he turned his head, and the next door was well-dressed and well-suited.

Yanxi hugged the popcorn and said angrily: "Ah, it's great to know English, speak an African indigenous language! Oh, racism, shit!" Big eyes stared.

The man lost his temper.

A Heng smiled: "Oh, confidante is a disaster."

Yanxi was confused: "Who are you talking about?"

A Heng pretended to be stupid, pointing to the woman with fair skin and luxurious beige dress on the stage with high pitch: "Muse..."

Yanxi whispered to Aheng, and asked with a serious face: "Who has she harmed?"

Ah Heng smiled and said, "There are many people."

Yan hopes to the stage, which happened to be the climax of the scene. The impoverished young painter inadvertently met the goddess Muse who spread the light of inspiration to the world, and fell in love with her at first sight.

The handsome young man with blond hair knelt on one knee: "My noble goddess, why are you born so beautiful and deprived of all my heart and soul. Your silver hair is beside this world, and even my almighty Father Zeus," The most dazzling and pure Huaze.

"My surroundings are dark, just because my goddess, your eyes, make all the light in this world dim. The proud goddess Athena gave me wisdom, but I abandon it, and use every bone and soul to miss you. Red lips, the most sweet and beautiful flower in the world.

"When the morning breeze blows and the sun is flooding the earth, I open the window, and you land in the mortal world, with the benevolence of the gods and the ignorance of the world, cruelly let Venus smile at me and drive me into the hell of burning fire For love, eternal life and eternal death!"

Muse held up the book in charge of inspiration, with a faint solemn expression: "Dear Lucifer, you are only in love with a part of your body-inspiration that is always mysterious and unpredictable. Every earthly poet, painter, musician, and historian They will all talk about their love for me. Therefore, in the name of the gods, now, I give you inspiration."

Lucifer was silent.

The Muse smiled, with clarity and nobility, and waved his magic scepter, the light of inspiration led to Lucifer.

Thank you.

Yanxi was a little disappointed: "Is that the ending?"

Aheng looked at the clock on the four walls: "There should be another scene."

The last scene, the curtain was rolled, was Lucifer, who was still impoverished.He did not get a trace of splendor and wealth because of the inspiration given by the muse.

He still walked through the vulgar and dirty alleys, always moving awkwardly and slowly, looking around blankly, doing fine and coarse odd jobs for a piece of coarse bread.

All the large chunks of time, previously reserved for painting, are now used for silence and daze, and then, in exchange for the endless mockery and disdain of the Muse in the temple.

When she stepped into the world again in order to spread inspiration to another poet, that man, Lucifer, had returned to the dust forever.

The noble goddess read the epitaph, and her face, always proud and beautiful, that will never grow old, instantly became old and distraught.

It says: ridiculous lunatic, blind painter with binoculars—Lucifer.

He didn't want the inspiration she gave, he would rather not see his inspiration.Abandoning the man who belonged to the painter was just pure Lucifer, just for the beautiful and pure figure at the beginning of the morning, Lucifer who smiled innocently and fell in love.

A permanent curtain call.

"This man is too stupid." A Heng shook his head.

"This goddess is too bad." Yanxi sighed.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

She always looks at the problem from the perspective of a woman, and he unconsciously brings it into the mind of a man.

Suddenly I feel melancholy, why should we look at something so sad?

Silence, life is so beautiful, with small ribs, "Detective Conan", broken piano, and radio. Our complete life lies in this, not the depression that can't be spit out in the throat on the stage, isn't it?

"How long have you had a good cry?" A Heng remembered the sensational sentiment of her intimate sister on the radio.

This sentence is universal. Well, I think we watched this joy and sorrow just to find a reason to cry.

Yanxi was taken aback: "I cried the day before yesterday, you forgot, the time when you held down your feet when you lifted the piano."

Aheng smiled, ha ha.I have never seen such a dumb person who can hold his feet under the piano while lifting a piano.Even if I hold it down, I still dare to drop the golden beans. It takes half an hour on the 1st. Even Sindayi, who lives on the other end of the compound, calls: "What's the matter? A Heng, your Xiao Hui is again Was crushed by the stewed pork rice? Hey, such a stupid dog who loves to cry, just throw it away! Looking back, our brother will give you a pure ha. It’s definitely better to cry than this wolf howling dog!"

Yanxi sharpened the kitchen knife while wiping tears, I killed you!

A Heng hugged Xiao Hui and laughed awkwardly, but it was a pity that he didn't know that he was also the protagonist of the scene, and looked at the braised pork rice circling on his forehead foolishly.The stewed pork rice went smoothly, the little black eyes rolled steadily, disdain: stupid dog, look at Mao, scold you!

It was evening after leaving the theater, and the two of them walked on the streets in early autumn, bringing a little coolness.

The popcorn didn't finish eating, and when I held it in my hand, it also cooled and became a ball.

Yanxi thought of something, stretched out her pocket for a while, and stretched out her hand, with a white transparent marble in her palm.

"Little shrimp asked me to give it to you. The child said that he won it after fighting for a long time at school."

A Heng pinched the marbles: "Why don't you give it to me personally?"

Yanxi put her hands back to the back of her head: "I'm not afraid you call him for being playful and not studying well."

A Heng folded his hands carefully and smiled: "When did I scold him? This is really wrong."

"Grandpa He's body hasn't been very good recently." Yanxi turned the subject, her tone a little stiff.

A Heng was silent, she also knew this.When Grandpa He recently set up a stall, he always coughed badly. Every time she went to buy vegetables nearby, she greeted her far away. She always saw the old man's expression in pain, but endured his cough and greeted her.

"If so, it's not a small shrimp." A Heng's tone was a little lonely.

Yanxi glanced at her: "What?"

"Shrimp is so small. If it were me, I would be able to hold that home." She sighed, not without regret.

"Excuse me to interrupt Miss Wen, you seem to be only one and a half years older than He Xia." Yan Xi sneered.

A Heng has a good temper, and looks at him lightly, where's the anger...

"Yanxi, in case Grandpa He..." A Heng couldn't help but think about the bad. Although Grandpa He is usually sturdy, but at the age of exhaustion, he can't tolerate the slightest difference...

Yanxi smiled: "That's what I want to say. A Heng, if you add a pair of chopsticks at home in the future, will you find it hard?"

A Heng was a little silly, with Yanxi's words circling in his mind, until the end, there were only two words in his mind-home.

Oh, is the place where Yanxi’s house is, and is it also Ahheng’s house?Have you come to ask for her opinion with an attitude of asking family members?

"Yanxi, who am I, who am I..." she asked him, her eyes blushing in her intermittent voice.

This sentence was not funny at all. She could no longer smile lonely as she looked at her mother and Er Er, but was so nervous that she had nowhere to put her hands and feet.

Yanxi sighed, stretched out her hands and hugged tightly.

"Who are you? Let me think about it, Yun Heng who can't go back to the past, Wen Heng who can't walk towards the future, only Yanxi's Aheng is left beside him. I don't know when he will go crazy and abandon all his relatives. , Which one do you choose?"

A Heng, when I stopped calling you Wen Heng a long time ago, and just said you A Heng, which one would you choose?

Aheng, when I deliberately called your daughter and kept talking about our Aheng, which one did you choose?

I always compare, which one is better?Which one makes you feel that you are no longer an adult who can bear all?Which one makes you feel like a kid who can shame?Which one can make my Aheng happier?

I often feel that I am narrow-minded, too cynical, and that the world treats me too unfairly.However, you suppressed my hatred, always, so hard.I'm thinking, besides repaying the affection you most lack, what better way...