A Heartwarming Decade

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Ten Years Yipin Wenruyan (Complete Works)!Ah Heng often wonders, can memory never fade?If not, it would be terrible.This means that she will never forgive herself.

Those scenes keep revolving in my mind.

"Aheng, no matter where you go, you can't let your dad fly, you know?" That was her mother with a very serious expression.

A Heng nodded, nodded softly and vigorously. She said, "Mom, I remember."

Mother rubbed her hair and was busy packing their clothes. After a long time, she said again: "Don't forget, ban, absolutely! Say it to me again."

A Heng looked at her and repeated seriously, word by word: "Absolutely, no, let Dad fly by plane." Like a child learning to speak for the first time, then he asked carefully, "Why?"

Her mother gave a hug, softly, and smiled: "Ah, that, your father and he—"

But her father coughed lightly by the side, shouted "Yun Yi" to interrupt her, picked up the travel bag, took Aheng's hand, nodded, and went away.Mother looked at them, even her back seemed warm.

In her heart, the parents stand in the same picture and are deeply in love with each other. It belongs to Wen Heng. It seems that there is only this moment.

She stopped in front of the grave in the cemetery, squatted, and quietly looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone.Handsome, rugged, upright, and man, the man who gave her life, loves her father who is a man and woman surnamed Wen deeply. This is her positioning for his short life.

Oh, I forgot one more sentence: The sad man killed by his daughter.

Death, death, the profoundness of this vocabulary, was also taught to her by him.

Even, it can't be argued.

He said: "Don't tell your mother, she should be proud. This is the secret of our father and daughter, and only my little Aheng and I know."

Two years later, on January 8, the last day she stayed in City B, heavy snow fell on the unending cold day, and the world was vast.

The writing on the inscription had long been blurred in the snow. She gently wiped the snow with her hand, sliding her fingertips over the uneven lettering.

She is a person who has no right to participate in the erection of the monument, although the person who lay here forever gave her the surname Wen.

Wen Yunyi

Unfilial son Wins Wan Winsell

She laughed, thinking it was the end, but when her finger moved to the next line, she stiffened.

The solitary six characters, beautiful italics, and sharp piercings are the result of repeated seal carvings.

Wen Hengyan Xi Daishu

She sore her nose and hugged the tombstone, her low forehead pressed against the biting piece of cold, and the corners of her clean sleeves were stained with snow, making her cold.

She thought that she had just walked a turning distance, and she looked at it, but it was a vast ocean of will.

Parting in life, if it is not the time of parting, can I understand that you and I are still alive at the time of parting?

There were deep and shallow footsteps not far away, thick and dull in the snow.

A Heng Saxue levelled her footprints, and after walking to the big tree in the opposite direction, a row of tombstones blocked her completely.

In this weather, few people come to the cemetery.She poked her head out slightly and saw the back of a group of five people.Holding an umbrella, the snow is not very clear, only two men and three women can be distinguished.

They stopped and stood where she had stood before.

The leading woman took the umbrella and held the bouquet in front of the grave.With white flowers on her hair bun, she said bitterly in a longing tone: "Anguo, my children and I are here to see you." The young couple behind them knelt down, crying in the cold snow.

Such upright sad tears are really...enviable.

A Heng looked at them, only remembering the endless indifference. It seemed that when they left her, there was no one ten thousandth of the sadness at this moment.

The silent mother, the mother who remained indifferent after she knelt in front of Wen's house for two days and one night.

Si Wan frowned, and finally only said "A Heng, that's enough, mother doesn't want to see you now", and then Si Wan closed the door tightly.

Sier looked at her with compassion in her eyes, as if looking at the dying life of a kitten or a puppy.She said: "I told you, don't be wishful thinking. Family love, words, friendship, in this dirty compound, don't be wishful thinking. I told you." Falling high from her hands, It is a notice from Z University.

The wind swept the snow, stretched and violent, buried the past, and revolved with sorrow and joy.

In the wind, only thin syllables were left in the distant sound, which came to her ears intermittently.Mother Wen embraced the man and woman standing in the back row and spoke: "Anguo, don't worry, Xiaoxi has a girlfriend and is a good girl. Today I made a special trip to take her to see you, no better than ours. Don't worry about it."

The man and woman, black-haired teenagers in brown coats were holding umbrellas, and a petite girl stood beside him, stubbornly pulling the corners of his clothes in a playful and dependent posture.

The girl teased: "Yanxi, your ex-father-in-law has admitted me, you can only marry me in this life, you know?"

Yanxi.

Say... Hope.

Aheng thought, this name is really nice.

When Liang Xiaowu guessed, she often frowned and gesticulated at the people around the world: "Ah, let me tell you, Yanxi is annoying, really, annoying."

It is the little prudent thinking of holding the baby in his hand and can't help showing off her baby's goodness to the world, but is afraid of others' coveting and accusing.

In fact, Yanxi is fine.

A Heng lowered his head and sniffed, but there were tears in his eyes.Turning around to leave, but impartially, stepped into the hole of the tree, startled the crows that were nesting on the dead branches, crushed by darkness, and flew around the tree in the snow.

A Heng shrank in fear of drawing attention.Fortunately, the tree hole is big enough.

"Is anyone?" Sier's voice.

The sound of approaching footsteps.

A Heng's lips were a little dry, his pupils tightened, and he stared outside.

A pair of brown leather boots are getting closer.It was so close, she could even see the wrinkles in the jeans fabric at the knees of this man.

Finally, stop.

She buried the hole in the lower part and moved deeper into the darkness, covering her nose with her hand, suppressing her breathing.But I heard the breath of someone coming, panting slightly in the snow.

He stared at the tree hole and clenched his fists.

"Yanxi, what is it?" Sier asked.

He completely covered the tree hole, turned his back to block Sier's view, expressionless, and said flatly: "I can't see clearly, it should be the nest of wild rabbits."

"Oh, isn't it? I like little rabbits the most, how cute little rabbits are." Sier was suspicious, stepping forward to take a closer look.

A Heng looked over through the faint light, and the boy's coat looked very warm.

He moved away, folded his arms, raised his eyebrows: "Maybe it's a weasel, and the weasel is also very cute."

Sier's face changed, and he glanced from a distance, it was really dark that he could not see clearly, turned and walked away.

The faint milk fragrance lingers in the nose, and you can embrace the familiarity and peace of mind when you reach out your hand.

Aheng felt uncomfortable.

Can't move, absolutely... can't move.

He stood quietly holding the handle of the umbrella, looking at the tree hole for a long time, in a daze, even his big eyes became gentle.After all, he silently put down the umbrella in his hand, then took off his leather gloves, bowed, and gently placed it at the opening of the tree hole.

Turn around, lonely footprints, all the way forward.

One tree and one flower, under the Bodhi tree, passing by, standing still as a Buddha.This time, really, I don't recognize you.

In the distance, the petite girl smashed a snowball at him with a flying smile: "Yanxi, I didn't expect you to be so caring for small animals. I like you more and more, what should I do?"

How to do?

Yanxi wiped the snow off her face, lowered her head, and said indifferently: "Then you like it."

When Ah Heng returned to City H, it was Gu Feibai who picked him up.

He looked at her, his expression still calm as usual, but his eyebrows were a little cold.

He asked: "Where did you go?"

A Heng thought for a while. He was reading in the hotel six days ago, and he went to his grave on the last day. It was really lackluster, so he simply summed it up: "Just stroll around."

Gu Feibai saw the umbrella beside her, and said faintly, "Is the snow in city B heavy?"

A Heng nodded slightly and gave a hmm.

He squinted: "Something that doesn't look like you. Don't you always hate pink?"

A Heng chuckled: "A good-hearted person who loves wild animals left. I just picked it up."

Gu Fei smiled faintly: "I don't know if there are bacteria in other people's things, how can I pick it up? Throw it away."

A Heng froze in place.

He said: "I can buy thousands of them, and I will give you one a day on the 365th day. This one will be left in the trash can, how about?"

Aheng frowned, listening to Gu Feibai's words seemed to be provocative.

"Why, don't you want to throw it away?" Gu Feibai glanced at her coldly.

Aheng handed him the umbrella and smiled faintly: "Throw it away. Do whatever you like."

Gu Feibai looked at her and said without emotion, "What about you, are you doing it with me?"

A Heng stepped back, with a smile on his eyebrows, but not the slightest smile: "Fei Bai, this joke is not funny. You know, I am flesh and blood, equal and free as you, and there is no reason to leave you at your disposal."

Gu Feibai put his hands in his pockets, bowed his head for a while, but laughed: "I want to learn soap opera and hug you and give you a kiss that can't breathe. It's good to die if you die or I die. But Wen Heng, you are so boring."

Ah Heng was stunned, ah, then he laughed: "Fei Bai, this is not our way. The fast-paced fast-food love needs kisses to ignite passion."

The little light in Gu Fei's eyes extinguished in an instant and dimmed: "But, there is no enthusiasm between us."

He opened his mouth and made up his mind to say something, but Ah Heng smiled and whispered: "Feibai, if you have anything you can say later, well, you can do it after midnight on January 10. Now, I am very tired."

As the plane took off not far away, it thundered and covered all sound sources.

She looked at Gu Fei's white eyes, coughing lightly, flushing on her face, the tenderness of the landscape, the little embarrassment and seriousness.

She said: "I am really suitable to be a wife. Ignore the enthusiasm, can you think about it again?"