A Heartwarming Decade

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Ten Years Yipin Wenruyan (Complete Works)!Yanxi dropped out of school again.the second time.

Old Yiwen meant that he wanted to call the United States immediately to inform the Yanjiao.However, Si Wan stopped him, saying that his condition might have changed. If he called rashly, the Yanjiao would definitely think that the Wen family didn't take good care of Yanxi and he would feel uneasy.

Old Wen thought for a long time and gave Si Wan and Aheng three months later. After three months, if Yanxi's condition did not turn around, he must give his old friend an explanation.

Aheng was silent, did not say anything, and returned home with Yanxi.

Outside the door, the place where the house number was originally nailed, is now bare.A Heng asked for the house number from the quiet person beside him, but he didn't see it, the number plate was in his hand, clenched tightly.

Holding it when eating; holding it when bathing; holding it when sleeping.

The knuckles of the left hand were very abrupt, and the clenched fists were pale and bloodless.

A Heng was really not sure what hysteria actually was, but he vaguely thought that it was probably the madness the old man in the country said.However, she looked at Yanxi as if she had become a child, and no one knew it. She only relied on inertia in all aspects of eating, bathing, and life.Even a series of complete actions, if interrupted, he will be stuck there, maintaining the previous actions, motionless.

When Yanxi took a bath, Ah Heng handed him his pajamas, which was obviously placed outside the door, but after hearing Ah Heng's footsteps, he stopped the mechanical movement of rubbing his hair and stood still under the shower.His hair and face were still full of white foam, as well as those big eyes, even if the eyes were reddened by the foam, they still didn't blink.

Aheng looked into his eyes and knocked on the window lightly.

Turning to the window quietly, his eyes had a brief focus, looking at her, there was no wave of waves, like stagnant eyes.

A Heng gently put his hand on the hair and rubbed it slowly, demonstrating the movement to him.

He looked at her for a long time, his hands began to rub his hair again, the action was almost exactly the same as hers.

It's just that, holding the house card in his left hand, his movements are awkward.

Aheng smiled, let him go.

Yanxi used to have a bad habit when eating. She always talked to her non-stop, frowning, and almost spraying her saliva to the South Pole.From boasting that I look good, to the fact that Hawaiian hula dances are so handsome, from Aheng I hate this dish, to the fact that the abalone is cooked like a poached egg.Every time, she always wished to knock him on the head with a pan, how could there be so many words, so noisy, noisy...

Now, no one quarrels with her...

The boy sat there, spoonful by spoonful, like a doll who just learned to eat, earnestly and attentively.His movements were very stiff, and his right hand carefully put the spoon in his mouth, then put it down, chewed, swallowed, and didn't even lower his head.

What kind of dish she would give him what he would eat, and no longer said, "Why are today's ribs so fat?" "A Heng, I don't eat this dish, I won't eat it, I won't eat it, I won't eat it"...

This way, how good...

She filled him with soup, and he drank it obediently, but still didn't bow his head, the soup dripped on his clothes.

Aheng took a tissue to wipe him, and asked him with a smile, "Yanxi, why don't you bow your head to drink?"

He looked at her in confusion, Aheng lowered his head and made a gesture of drinking soup.

He suddenly threw the spoon.The spoon fell into the bowl, splashing the soup over the table.He covered his nose, cautiously, tilted his head, and said, "Nose, it hurts."

A Heng was stunned. He reached out and pulled his hand away. There was nothing on his nose except the red mark he covered.

She let go and looked at the boy, wanting to find an answer, but he had already mechanically held the spoon again, staring at a certain point, but it seemed to be covered with a cloth.

On the first day of school, she said: "Yanxi, stay at home obediently, and Auntie Zhang will bring you food at noon, you know?"

He glanced at her, his eyes slowly drifting away.

Then, after school in the evening, she rushed home, only to see Yanxi sitting at the dinner table, still holding the spoon in her hand, and the food on the table was already cold.The corners of the boy's mouth were still stained with rice grains and clothes, completely stained by the soup.

A Heng sighed and dialed the Wen family's home phone: "Grandpa, I don't have to bother Sister Zhang to deliver food tomorrow." Turning around, staring at the boy, his eyebrows are soft and gentle.

She said: "Yanxi, you are good, I will take you to class tomorrow, you are good, okay?"

He held the house number plate in his left hand, bowed his head, his thin white index finger drew a square outline on the sign, did not speak, and concentrated.

Aheng smiled: "Yanxi, nose, does it still hurt?"

He listened and didn't respond for a long while, but when Aheng almost gave up, he slightly raised his head, looked at her, and nodded.Then, desperately covering his nose, his faces wrinkled together.

Very painful expression.

She asked Si Wan, "Two years ago, when Yanxi became ill, did she keep shouting that her nose hurts?"

He smiled wryly: "Two years ago, he only said that his feet hurt."

"Why?" Aheng asked him.

Si Wan sighed: "Dr. Zheng hypnotized him during the previous treatment. He said that Cinderella lost the crystal shoes and his feet hurt."

A Heng thought: "Yanxi... After the accident, what time is it to return home?"

Si Wan frowned: "I don't know the details, it should be past zero."

At midnight, Cinderella lost her crystal shoes...

At zero, Yanxi lost herself...

At that time, he took her home and looked at the clock, relieved. Fortunately, it was not twelve o'clock...

He said to her, Aheng, must go home before twelve o'clock, you know?

People who don’t go home at zero will become dirty children covered in soot, and will be abandoned by the world, right...

But why is it "nose pain" this time?

On the second day, Aheng took Yanxi to school.Everyone seemed to have heard something, and facing Yanxi, his eyes were more erratic than this young man, and he just pretended to be business as usual in embarrassment.

Ms. Guo frowned, "Wen Heng, this..."

A Heng smiled: "Teacher Guo, you don't have to be embarrassed."

She carried her schoolbag, pulled Yanxi, dragged her family around, and sat in the corner of the last row.

Sindayi and Mary flushed their eyes, followed behind Aheng's ass, kicked away the others, and sat beside them.

A Heng smiled and said, "First say yes, I only raise pigs, not rabbits."

The shredded pork had rabbit eyes red, and gave Yanxi a tearful look at Yanxi, who was a pig. He held Ah Heng and started crying as he tortured: "My poor A Heng, why is my life so miserable..."

Xin Dayi blinked and nodded: "That's right, as pitiful as Xianglin's wife..."

The shredded pork let go, patted the table, and pointed out, "Sin Dayi, you fart! Somehow Xianglin's wife paid a visit to her cousin. My sisters did not even hold your buddy's paws a few times before guarding. Alright!"

A Heng black thread, twitched his lips, and glanced at Yanxi.

Fortunately, this kid can't understand...

At lunch, Yanxi did not bow her head again, acting mechanically, like a child, and the sauce from the ribs dripped onto her coat.

Sindayi took a spoon to dig the ribs and he was about to feed him: "Beauty Yan, this is your favorite thing to eat at ordinary times. I will give you nobility. I should get better soon, you know?"

The spoon was hanging in the air, before he touched Yanxi's lips, the big black eyes were filled with water vapor for a moment, feeling wronged like a child.Immediately, his slender hand was a little rude, and he pushed away Sindayi's spoon.

Sindayi was startled and froze in place.

Aheng was surprised, and asked the young man in a warm voice, "Yanxi, what's the matter? Does the nose hurt again?"

He was silent, covering his nose, the urn's voice: "Long."

The shredded pork opened his mouth wide: "What...what do you mean, Yanxi won't be a fool—well, Xin Babo, why the fuck are you covering my mouth!"

A Heng faintly glanced at the two of them.The two of them were guilty, lowered their heads and ate.

She turned to Yanxi, and the boy started to deliver ribs crookedly into her mouth, as if the sauce was about to drip.However, there is innocence on his face again, unlike the expressionless face before.

A Heng smiled and looked at him, pampering him.

In the front row, the study committee member urged him to hand in his homework, turning round and round, and accidentally bumped into Yanxi when he walked back, knocking off what Yanxi was holding with his left hand.He stopped and saw that it was Yanxi, somewhat unnatural, bending over to pick it up.

Yan Xika was there, looking at the palm of her left hand, empty.Suddenly, he pushed the boy to the ground like crazy and rode on him, his eyes were fierce, and he slapped fiercely, with a small voice in his mouth: "Thief, home, home, return me..."