A Heartwarming Decade

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Ten Years Yipin Wenruyan (Complete Works)!Aheng was stunned. She saw Yanxi's mouth, nodded slightly, turned around, and smiled at Chen Juan: "Mary, let's go."

Chen Juan hesitated a little, glanced at Yanxi, and then saw that A Heng's always Wen Tian's eyebrows were a little tired, and he suppressed his doubts and followed A Heng away.

"You don't care about him?" Chen Juan smiled unclearly, "I thought you would take him back as before."

Wen Heng couldn't say that he wanted to be wronged. He has always understood better than others.

Aheng shook his head lightly: "It's not appropriate. This is Yanxi's decision on her own. It is not good for others to intervene."

Chen Juan was speechless and muttered softly: "Did you two quarrel?"

Aheng smiled: "How to say?"

Chen Juan was speechless: "Before, if you saw Yanxi ruining yourself, you would have gone up and scolded him."

A Heng frowned and thought for a while.

Chen Juan smiled with a sense of accomplishment, feeling that Yanxi might have to ask him Quan Jude in the future: "Do you want to understand?"

Aheng shook his head and spoke lightly: "Well, I want to understand. It can be seen that I was too rude to Yanxi before."

Chen Juan squeezed her face and couldn't laugh or cry: "Oh, this great fairy is attached to our Aheng, and he won't notify us in advance."

A Heng knew that he was squeezing, with a straight face, but it was a pity that Chen Juan pinched a red mark on his white face. He couldn't look indifferent, and he was a little embarrassed.

Chen Juan knew that she was angry about what happened just now and sighed: "From my point of view, Yanxi didn't want you to see him, because he was afraid that you would feel bad, so he let you leave."

A Heng didn't say anything. He pointed to the shop in front of him and said with a smile: "Look, Gui Faxiang is here. You have been thinking about 18th Street twists for a long time."

Chen Juan's child was temperamental and didn't pay attention to the change of the topic. He excitedly pulled Aheng to the store to select.The marijuana flower is extremely fragrant, and Chen Juan looks at it, drooling.

"A Heng, I heard that your dog's nose, smell the twist fillings?" Chen Juan is a bit picky about food, and doesn't like salty things.

Aheng gave him a white look: "You only have a dog nose, your whole family has a dog nose!"

Chen Juanjiao: "Successful, small dog nose, if you are a small dog, please move your nose to Miss Wen."

A Heng grinned, sniffed, fanned all kinds of fresh twists with his hand, carefully smelled the aroma, smiled and said: "Assorted, there are green plums, ginger candy and other nuts, not salty Not greasy, you should be able to eat it."

The clerk nodded: "This girl is knowledgeable, it is indeed in the assorted fillings."

The spirit of her nose was spread, and the neighbors in the compound knew it.

Chen Juan had a star-eyed smile, and his phoenix eyes were really amorous: "A Heng, idol, oh, idol, I originally thought Yanxi and baboons did it."

The curly-haired girl next to her heard the word "Yanxi" and thought, she accidentally knocked the paper food box to the ground.

A Heng heard a noise next to him, turned around, and stood opposite a girl with delicate curly hair.

It is Lin Wanwan.

"Wen Heng." Seeing that she couldn't hide, the girl greeted with a cold expression.

A Heng smiled: "Miss Lin."

Lin Wanwan felt embarrassed when he heard this name. He didn't know how to solve it. He looked at Chen Juan in a blink of an eye and sneered: "Why don't you play the tragic card? Isn't Yan Xi sick? Are you not a filial daughter before bed?"

Seeing her bad tone, Chen Jun whispered to Aheng who was this person.A Heng moved his lips and whispered the word "Siwan" in a low voice.

Chen Juan "Oh", knowing which big Buddha the so-called Miss Lin is, smiled unkindly.

Hearing what Lin Wanwan said, Aheng was not annoyed, and there was no big wave on his expression: "Yanxi's illness has been cured a long time ago, why doesn't Miss Lin know?"

Lin Wanwan's expression was very complicated, disappointed, annoyed, and somewhat delighted: "Is he healed, what did the doctor say?" After speaking, he felt that his tone was too urgent and his face was ugly.

A Heng smiled: "Healed, Miss Lin don't have to worry."

Lin Wanwan calmed down, and whispered, a little lonely: "It's all right."

Chen Juan gets more weird as he listens. This is not Wen Siwan's ex-girlfriend. Does he like Wen Siwan to death?It sounds like He Yanxi also has some old feelings.

A Heng took Chen Juan and picked out a few boxes of sweet and scented food and was about to leave, but Lin Wanwan called A Heng: "Wen Heng, can you bring me a sentence?"

"what?"

Lin Wan bent her mouth open, her voice was very clear, not loud, but a little trembling: "Can you tell him that I didn't mean it back then. I just thought that his illness was not healed. You don't know how he looked when he fell ill. ... I was chatting with Si Wan outside his door. He was still asleep, and suddenly he broke the vase... Stepped... His feet were covered with blood... Look at me... That's really scary, I It's really not intentional..." She was a little incoherent.

A Heng was confused when he heard that, Chen Juan thought anxiously, grasped the key point, and asked her with a sneer: "What did you say to Si Wan made Yanxi stare at you? You said you didn't mean it, what did you do on purpose?"

Lin Wanwan was a little flustered, but thinking about her and Si Wan had no good results. He gritted his teeth and said, "Si Wan asked me what I would do if Yanxi liked me. I was very scared at the time because I heard people say that Yanxi was She became like that only after being raped, so she asked if Si Wan was real.

"Later, Yanxi walked out. He looked at me with blood on his feet, and his expression was calm, not at all sick. His voice was very clear, saying it was true, saying he was very I like me, and I have always liked it very much. Ever since I broke the eraser into two pieces when I took an exam and gave him one piece, he liked me very much. He asked me if I could try to be with him.

"At the time I thought he was talking crazy, and then he grabbed my clothes. There was a lot of blood on his hands. I was young and very scared, so I cried and begged him to let me go. He didn't speak and looked at me. Keep looking at me, with that very sad look.

"You haven't seen that kind of look, and you won't understand how terrible those lifeless, hopeless eyes are.

"I used a lot of strength to push him away, but I didn't expect that Yanxi fell down the stairs. At the time, I was scared, and I didn't know..."

Lin Wanwan grabbed her long hair hard, with tears in her eyes and a painful expression: "I don't want it, I just, I like Yanxi, really..."

It was the first time Ah Heng heard this kind of plot. Yan Xi used to be an understatement, in a few short sentences, and even had spare time to tease Si Wan and Lin Wanwan.

Isn't he tired?

Although he didn't think he was tired, Aheng looked at Lin Wanwan with a complicated mood.

Looking at her like this is not because her hair is curly and her eyes are crooked; it is not because her neck is as white as a tender lotus root when she stands up straight; nor is it because her name is Lin Wanwan.However, this kind of Lin Wanwan is the one Yanxi likes.

Because he likes Yanxi, and after putting all his energy into Wenheng, it becomes clear at this time what kind of girl Yanxi might be moved by.

It was not the least similar to her.

Lin Wanwan squatted down, tears streaming down, and his tone was a bit bitter: "Another month has passed and Yanxi has gone to school. Fortunately, the fall is not serious. Only then did I know that Yanxi was actually sober at all. , He was already cured.

"Then, Si Wan confessed to me that I knew that it would be hard to get over it, and I was afraid that Yanxi would retaliate. After all, I pushed Yanxi down the stairs and injured him for a month. Then you know, I and Thinking about dating."

Chen Juan yelled: "This eldest sister, you can tell our beauty to forgive you. If it's too light for me to kick you into the eighteenth floor of hell, you should go home and wash and sleep, don't fucking. Daydreaming."

Lin Wanwan's face turned pale.

A Heng closed his eyes: "Miss Lin, I can't help you with your favor." Turning around, he pulled the shredded pork and left.

Rousi anger: "Why don't you let me say? I rely on, no wonder I want to be afraid of women, but I am afraid of me too! Damn, women don't have a good thing these days!"

A Heng opened his eyes, not smiling.

Rousi did not squint, and sternly added: "Except for my mother and classmate Wen Heng!"

Yanxi went home at night, wearing the same thick outfit that A Heng prepared for him, including scarves, gloves, and overcoats.

It had just snowed, he took off his coat, patted the snow particles on it, and walked to the study to find A Heng was practicing calligraphy.

The girl who was sitting very straight had her eyebrows straight, her braids hanging down on her gray sweater.

He smiled, and walked gently in front of her, and found that she had been writing a few sentences in Tang poems, the words were generous and clean, but in the process of writing it seemed to be thinking about something, and the handwriting was a bit stagnant.

Yanxi lowered her body, holding Aheng's right hand with her right hand.

A Heng's figure shook, but he didn't raise his head, he just pressed his lips and smiled, letting him write with himself.

Waiting for the white hand to finish the last word in the poem, she raised her head and laughed: "Why is the hand so cold?"

Yanxi also laughed, picked up the paper, fixed her eyes on the last three words in the verse "Qingcheng Color", and said softly: "This, give it to me. Aheng, don't ask about things today, wait a few more days, do not worry."

She handed him hot chocolate milk and smiled: "Okay."

Yanxi looked at the milk, shook it, remembering something, and laughed lowly: "Aheng, is it scary to open my eyes?"

Such pure and beautiful eyes, deliberately staring wider and wider, A Heng looked at him: "Well, it's quite scary." Actually, they should be very imposing.When others see it, they will lose their souls, and they can't help but want to keep watching. That's why they use such scary eyes to conceal their loss.

Yanxi chuckled, her eyes bent, and her head lowered: "It turns out to be true, no wonder, someone said...um...I still don't believe it. Today, many people say the same."

A Heng felt a pain in his heart.Before, did it mean Lin Wanwan?

Yanxi put her hands on the back of her head, leaned on the sofa, closed her eyes, and murmured in the youth's refreshing tone: "Hey, is it because Ben Shao's eyes are so good that everyone on earth is jealous of me?"

A Heng smiled: "Yeah, yeah, I'm jealous of you. You look so good-looking, it's very stressful, don't you know?"

She lowered her eyes, her brows became quiet and helpless.

She did not scold "Yanxi, why are you so narcissistic? You are so annoying to be narcissistic." For the first time, she thought about this issue seriously.It seems that I want to understand that even the fact that he does not belong to her from beginning to end will not become difficult to accept.

Because this is just the truth.

From the sky, from the earth, from the person, but not from her.

On January 10, Winner said that Sier would be celebrating her eighteenth birthday. Because she was an adult, she was a little grander. She booked a few tables at the restaurant and invited many friends.

It was like this on Si Wan's birthday last year, which is a custom of the Wen family's treatment of children.

Mother Wen said: "A Heng, you and Si Er are staggered. A few days later, it will be your 18th birthday. Then we will set up a few more tables."

Aheng looked at her, her mother seemed to have forgotten something.However, when her mother looked at her with a pity and guilt on her expression, Aheng smiled and said okay.

On January 10th, when he woke up in the morning, Aheng opened his eyes and saw Yanxi's big eyes. He was shocked and rubbed his eyes: "When did you come?"

Yanxi lamented, rested her chin, and pouted: "Daughter, why did you wake up, wake up, wake up, I have waited for a long time, my eyes are sore, you see, my eyelashes have blinked several times."

He stretched out his index finger, and a few eyelashes lay quietly on his crystal fingertips.

A Heng twitched: "Why are you so boring? You started making noise early in the morning, and I was so annoying!" He smashed the pillow on the boy's face.

Yanxi's eyes are full of tears, like an abandoned puppy: "Sier has already got up to do styling."

Aheng yawned: "Does it have anything to do with me?"

Yanxi looked at Ah Heng's uncombed black hair disgustingly: "You must at least comb your hair."

A Heng just woke up, a little confused: "What?"

Yanxi helplessly patted Ah Heng's hair: "Come here, come here, sit here." He pulled a wooden chair in front of the mirror.

Aheng wondered, sat up and asked him, "What do you do?"

The teenager took out a comb and took out a beautiful crystal hairpin from his pocket, smiling: "It may not be as good-looking as a hairdresser, but I have been learning it for several days and it should not be ugly."

He folded his palm, and gently closed the hairpin on Aheng's palm, gently stroked her palm with a soft and cool finger.

A Heng lowered her head, light pink, bright white, lavender, one hand was crystal clear, she couldn't laugh or cry: "Hey, Yanxi, don't you want me to wear these?"

Yanxi spurned: "You are a girl, do you know? Girls like these! I specially picked them!" Then he held A Heng's hair with his left hand and combed it gently with his right hand, with a shallow arc, slowly The movements are exactly the same as when he painted.

He lowered his head and parted her hair in the middle, his slender fingers shuttled flexibly, with black hair reflected in it, and his hair was white.Starting from the left sideburn, the water is long and flowing, the fingertips are wrapped around the hair, and four strands are slowly braided, the knot is on the top of the hair, and it is fixed with a white crystal hairpin.Then there is the other side, and it will meet the left side.Provoked another strand and repeated the previous action.

The small and delicate crystal hairpins are charming in the hair, reflecting the ink-colored hair, each one is crystal clear and full, looking from a distance, the arc is smooth, like a beautiful crystal butterfly lying in the hair.

A Heng looked into the mirror, only Yan Xi’s hand, knuckles slightly bent, flowing into a beautiful angle in the hair, in one go, like every painting he painted, poured his soul into it, and had a new life. Rhythm.

Then, his face was like snow, condensed into warmth, and stood quietly beside her.

She couldn't stop it, the corners of her eyes were damp, and there was resistance and unevenness in her heart.

He combed her hair, presumably he couldn't bear to see her sloppy.However, he is so on a whim, treats her so well, makes her nostalgic, addicted, what should he do?

He took a sigh of relief, as if he had finished a work, with satisfaction and scrutiny.

The boy smiled: "A Heng, you must stay by my side today, don't let others abduct."

Aheng was surprised, but he didn't know where he got a square box with a ribbon, and smiled: "Open it and take a look."

Aheng untied the ribbon and frowned slightly: "Yanxi, you know, I'm not used to Cinderella's drama."

It was a long white dress studded with rhinestones. The color was indifferent and bright.

Yanxi opened half of her lips and spoke lazily: "I'm not accustomed to being a godmother. At best, it's just Cinderella's stepmother, running for her own daughter."

Aheng squinted at him, but Yanxi looked at the wall clock: "There is one hour left until 11:35."

He asked A Heng to change his clothes, but he went downstairs.

The size of the long skirt fits perfectly, swaying to the ankle, looking from a distance, it is noble, with an indesectable meaning.A Heng smiled slightly, the mountains and rivers still clean.

She went downstairs but didn't see Yanxi. The phone rang and it was Si Wan who asked them when they were leaving.

A Heng opened his mouth, and a slender hand beside him grabbed the phone and put it beside his ear. His voice was flat: "You go first, A Heng and I will call later. Well, there are other important things. "

Then, hung up the phone.

A Heng looked up and asked him: "What is important?"

The young man looked at her carefully and did not answer. He patted Ah Heng on the head with bright eyes: "I know that this skirt suits you. It really is Ben Shao's daughter, not bad."

A Heng's face was faint, he coughed lightly, and said softly, "When shall we leave?"

Yanxi took out a bowl of things from the kitchen and smiled: "You will finish this first, we will leave." It was a bowl of noodles with poached eggs, sauce-colored pork ribs, crystal round noodles, and long pieces.

Aheng asked: "Did you do it?"

Yanxi shook her head, her bright black eyes twirled: "No, I just went out to buy it. You know, this young master never cooks, how could it be possible to make such a lovely, flowery and jade-like product that looks superb Face?" He boasted his face, his saliva flew wildly.

Aheng grinned and swept over Yanxi's hand. There were still red marks on it. He became clear in his heart. He bit his face with a smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched: "It really is... the best."

Sure enough, it is not the best product that ordinary people can enjoy.

Yanxi's eyes are watery, and Xiaobai's look awaited: "Is it delicious?"

Aheng smiled: "It's delicious beyond your imagination."

Yanxi cough, no matter how Mao heard it, it was not a good thing: "Taste it for me."

A Heng shook his head, leaving no room for it: "No, this is my face." Then, buried in the mist, sweating profusely and crying silently.

He smiled softly, watching her eating noodles, as if it were great happiness.

Yanxi, this side is really spicy, how many peppers did you put in, you see, my tears came out.

He raised his eyes carefully.The wall clock, it was just eleven thirty-five.