A Heartwarming Decade

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Ten Years Yipin Wenruyan (Complete Works)!Thirty years ago, when Yanxi was eight years old, he went to the army to experience life with Dayi and Si Wan.

Children have become accustomed to being spoiled at home, and they are always staggering when the flag is raised.At that time, Mr. Xin hadn't retired, and the military rank and loud voice on his shoulders made everyone at risk.Every time Yanxi gets scolded, she always stares at her, carrying the sugarcane in the dormitory and standing in a straight military posture. "One, two, three" kicked and jumped to the bed of Dayi, shouting loudly. : "The big sword is coming to the devil, come, come, get up—"

When Dayi was a child, he liked to sleep on the bed. The nanny said that he had insects in his stomach and needed to take insecticide. Before leaving, he took two large tablets. The white pills are always bitter, just like all reactionaries are paper tigers!As soon as the child lowered his heart, squeezed his eyes and took a bite, he saw Yanxi's big eyes, she couldn't help shrinking her head, and said stiffly, "My father scolded you, it's not me. Besides, we are really wrong. My father said there has never been such a hero of the People’s Liberation Army!"

The original words of Mr. Xin were: "You group of turtles, New China was founded forty years ago. For the first time, the national flag was raised in reverse! Yanxi, Sindayi, and Wen Siwan, go out!"

At that time, there was a crowd of people all around, all soldiers, squinting at the sky, and as expected, five stars were flying in the wind under the bright red red cloth.At that time, Sindayi was frightened by the old man, with tears in his eyes, and his tears were still covered with shit.

When Yanxi thought of it, she gritted her teeth and squeaked. The crowd was scolded so much. Where did he put her little face?You bully me, I can't bully you, I'll bully your grandson, so the little dirty hands of sugarcane will pinch Dayi.

The pill in Dayi’s mouth melted away, with a strong fragrance of fruit. The small flower that had been like an enemy was suddenly bloomed. He put the remaining half into Yanxi’s mouth and patted it. Pat small chest: "It scares me to death, it turns out to be sweet."

Yanxi curled her lips: "The PLA soldiers will not be bought by sugar-coated shells! Hey... it's really sweet..."

Dayi was happy: "Sweet, really sweet!"

Si Wan was flipping through the graphic version of "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", with sharp eyes and hands, his little paw grabbed another piece from Dayi's black little hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Dayi fought with the leftover sugar cane in Yanxi's hands, chasing Si Wan, and cried as he ran, "What can I do? I only ate half of it, and there is half the body of a small bug in my stomach. Do it? Wen Siwan, you treacherous dog! Spit out my candy!"

Si Wan chewed the candy with her cheeks, and finally swallowed, but did not know whether it was bitter or sweet.

Twenty-five years ago, Yanxi was thirteen years old. For a while, he was very obsessed with "Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio". I watched it three times in the vernacular and the 78 episodes of TV series three times. The character broke out in the classroom and created countless foxes. Classic comic image of Flower Ghost.

Lu Liu pointed to the long-haired man in green and asked, "Is this a man or a woman?"

Yanxi explained enthusiastically: "Male, male fox."

Lu Liu said with an oh, "I see. The mother seduce a man, and the male seduce a woman, does that mean?"

Strictly speaking: "Of course not. The main skill of a male is to help a female seduce a male."

Lu Liu raised his eyebrows: "Then he shouldn't be a fox, but a tortoise."

Yanxi's lips twitched: "Is it Mao?"

Lu Liu turned over his "Bao Gong An" for the third time: "The book says that such a man is called Gonggui."

Yanxi was filled with indignation: "Mao, this male fox is healed, he saved a scholar, and then betrothed his beautiful sister to the scholar. What a good fox, don't insult my fox!"

Lu Liu Wangtian: "Your father fox learns from Lei Feng in voluntary labor."

Yanxi raised the table: "Your uncle, Lu Liu, your uncle! Don't insult my idol little fox!"

At that time, Yanxi’s idol was Pu Songling.

Facts have proved that young people with faith and idols have to pay a heavy price.I wonder if the fox in the book also wants to marry the scholar's sister?

Twenty years ago, when Yanxi was eighteen years old, there were no people in his paintings, but there were people in the photos he took.

Wen Heng asked why, and Yanxi said that he could not paint.He can't draw those things in everyone's eyes. Most of the innocence will hurt others, and the evil hides selfish desires.

Wen Heng likes to do housework. She stood on a stool, tiptoeing over and over and over and over again wiping photos from high places.Those pictures are easy to be dazzled by the colors the first time they are viewed, but the corners behind the colors are always black.Aheng wiped it, only to see the black ones.She asked him sadly: "Who do you want to photograph the most?"

Yanxi thought for a while and smiled: "Joker."

During the holidays, Yanxi, Aheng, and Dayi played poker and were punished if they lost.Yanxi and Dayi were punished for drinking almost a bucket of water, but Ah Heng was unharmed, his faces shining on the playing cards.The child is serious about everything.Unexpectedly, in the end, he lost three games in a row. Yanxi had just poured the water, but Ah Heng removed his face from the poker cards and said with a smile, "I'm acting as a clown."

She found a colorful hat with oil paint on her face, yellow nose, red eyes, blue lips, and white face. She looked so funny.When the clown grinned, Dayi laughed forward and backward, she laughed embarrassedly, and took out the prepared plastic flower from behind and turned it to Yanxi.

Yanxi took out the camera, but did not press the shutter for a long time.He squatted on the ground and took the cleansing oil to wipe off the oil. It is rare that he looked at her tenderly and said with a smile: "Too many tragedies in this world are man-made, but I don't want to create a little tragedy for you. "

He wanted to see the clown because he was full of indignation, always wondering how malicious and bizarre the eyes under such a funny face were.The same is true for tragedies, which will never be revealed before others.

In those years, Lu Liu kept asking him why he deviated from the same lonely self. Yanxi said: "You have never seen such a happy clown, because I am happy."

Fifteen years ago, Yanxi was 23 years old and had been DJ Yan for a long time.At that time, it was very busy. Many people who claimed to like him wrote to him. When they were too busy, they hired a personal assistant to handle letters.

The girl was a little short-sighted, holding a handful of letters, she yelled excitedly in the studio hall: "Hey, Yanxi, this bunch of letters are written by Wen!"

Everyone on the radio knew that he was waiting for a letter from Wen.

When he first read the letter, he spread it out like a poker card. Later, it was tightly packed, always afraid of seeing the signature on the next letter.

He was afraid that those people were named Wen but not Heng.

Ten years ago, when Yanxi was twenty-eight, his son finally learned to walk.He stood not far away, holding a piece of candy nervously, waiting for the little baby to walk towards him.

The son's open hand that he wanted his father to hug and his invisible smile reminded him of his childhood.When he was learning to walk, he always looked like a little old man with little hands on his back.There is no embrace named Father ahead.

The little child finally walked into his arms crookedly, he peeled off the candy, filled it into his son's mouth, and asked him if it was delicious.The little baby shook his head and shook his head, but finally hugged Yanxi's face and kissed him.Yanxi smiled with the creamy scent of candy on his cheeks.

For the first time, Little Wawa gently called her father. Yanxi shook those little hands and smiled and said: "Bao, call it a few more times, and call back for father's sake."

He used to think that he could only vent his emotions by crying freely, but how many tears should a man have in his lifetime, and how many tears should a man have in his lifetime?

Five years ago, Yanxi was thirty-three years old. His wife gave birth to a child for the second time. Si Wan, Dayi, and Yun were betting on men and women at the door.

Si Wan slapped it with a big hand and pressed ten dollars: "Nephew!" He has been tired of annoying little girl like Winsell all his life.

Dayi hesitated and took out 20 yuan: "Godson?" He couldn't figure out what the girl who said Xisheng should look like. Sometimes just thinking about it, he feels that life is like the scene of a car accident, dying early and overbearing.

Yun was twirling the Buddha beads and threw fifty yuan: "Nephew!" He sneered in his heart, does Nima want a girl?Lao Tzu cursed you to give birth to a son, just a son, yes, your nephew is like an uncle!

Ah Heng likes to eat spicy food during this time, Yanxi handed over a hundred yuan viciously, and grinned her teeth and said, "Female, female, female! You are allowed to ask me to eat your ribs, but you are not allowed to eat your ribs!"

The three of them brushed the ground and sweated expressionlessly, Yanxi's cell phone rang.

"Is it a girl?" There was a cold male voice opposite.

"It's not your wife. It's up to you to have a girl and a son. I said Gu Feibai, your fucking brain pumps from time to time!" Yan Xi raised her eyebrows.

"It's okay. I just want to say, if it's a girl, please don't send her to Jiangnan in the future, I'm afraid she will harm my son." The other party's voice is nice but vaguely unclear whether it is bitter or sweet. Deep meaning.

"Fuck you uncle!" Yanxi dropped the phone.

After a while, the nurse came out holding the baby with joy: "Congratulations!"

Yanxi shook her hands, opened the little quilt, and glanced at it. There was something the size of a grain of rice that was extremely proud.

The newborn child with big ignorant eyes, Yan Xi sad came from it, pinching his son Yubai’s small ears and shouting: "I didn't plan the whole Chinese men's football team, what are you doing?"

Little Wawa couldn't understand, she smiled facelessly at the only light source, her eyes bend exactly like A Heng.

Yanxi was stunned for three seconds, but she hugged the child tightly and smiled and burst into tears.

He thought he wanted a girl, but in fact, he just wanted a self exactly like his wife.

He hopes that God will give his children all the good qualities that belong to A Heng, but as long as they are a little bit like A Heng, even if they are stubborn, even timid, even cowardly, even clumsy, he feels happy beyond words.

The relationship between husband and wife seems so secular and selfish, perhaps not much great selfless love, but those love that sublimate to an unknown place often will not last for ten, twenty or thirty years, and the white-haired old man seeps into the mud.

Who is rare.

This year, Yanxi is thirty-eight years old. She has a disease that takes half a minute to recite a name, and she doesn’t know where to recite when she breathes.They called it "serious illness".

He has a good wife who is a doctor, so this serious illness never becomes serious.

At night in the hospital, his family did not allow him to accompany him. He had to drag a bottle when he peeed. He often urinated half of the urine. He screamed in the men's toilet heartbreakingly, "Blood, Dr. Wen!"

The female doctor who had squeezed into the hospital from the research institute developed her good skills. She slammed from the office and cursed while holding the bottle, "It's not Chinese New Year. Why are you excited!"

Focusing on the needle again, the needle was clean and there was no trace of blood. She tilted her head and frowned and asked him, "Where did the blood get back?"

He held the Doctor Wen and whispered softly: "Yes, really, but I was scared by you and went back."

There was a word in my heart, and I didn't say it: "A Heng, I miss you again."

He screamed when the blood was drawn, and the louder he screamed, the skin hurts, and the heart hurts.

When the children went to school, Aheng went to work, he was sitting in the hospital garden and painting.Painting the sun, painting the pond, painting the crabapple, and continue painting after finishing the painting.Dr. Wen passed by the garden occasionally. He smiled and said not to move, and Aheng stood there watching him paint himself.

When he drew her, he never looked up and glanced at his wife.Such an eyebrow, such an eye, such a smile, I will never forget it when I live.He has taken many hormone drugs, and his mood is always up and down. When he is upset, he throws away the drawing paper, and he speaks to her as if he is facing an enemy: "Are you a nightmare? It has been engraved in my heart!"

After that, she kept staring into her eyes, and see, she still refused to cry.

He turned his head back cruelly: "We are divorced, Wen Heng, you go, go!"

She put her head on his lap and smiled softly: "Okay, wait for you."

The hospital issued three critical illness notices, and he weakly bit the rice grains and asked her: "Are you really going to be a widow?"

A Heng, his A Heng said very mildly: "You can try to see if I should be a widow first or you should be a widower first. If you don't want three children without their father and mother, You can try, in this world, is suicide much faster than you die of illness?"

Yan Xi's cheeks twitched and actively cooperated with the treatment.I finally got a girl three years ago. I looked at the girl who hadn't raised her to be fat, and I looked at the son of Gu Feibai who hadn't gone to harm her!

I spent my 38th birthday in the hospital. After cutting the cake, the attending physician called A Heng away solemnly.

Yanxi watched the children eat cakes and ate them. The little son who had been muffled all the time cried into his arms with a white beard: "Dad, dad, are you dying, dad, can you? do not die……"

The kindergarten teacher just told them what is birth and what is death.

Yanxi hugged him. The child looked the most like Aheng.In the end, who would have thought that it was not his eldest son or little daughter that he loved the most, but the silent and gentle second son.

"Yanjing, Dad will not die." He called his son's full name, and told his son seriously, "I promise you, Dad will not die."

The little girl who had just turned three was looking at the two dumbfoundedly, but she suddenly cried with her brother: "Dad said nonsense. Dad promised last time that he went picking crabs with Benben, but Dad didn’t go either. Dad is talking nonsense!"

Yan Xi said slyly: "Dad, isn't it impossible to escape..."

The eldest son Yan Qi, who is already in junior high school, has always been responsible for taking care of his younger siblings. He was holding his younger sister well, but his eyes were red at the moment, and he pulled his younger brother out of his father's arms.However, the little guy blushed and pulled Yanxi's clothes tightly without letting go.

In the end, Yan Qi let go and choked up: "You said you are not dead, how can we believe you!"

This young boy already had the appearance of Yanxi's old days, beautiful and fond of horns.

He cried and talked: "You are dead and I can't dig you out. You are dead and I cried to death. You don't know. If you die, if your mother remarries... I tell you that the stepfather will beat us and scold us. Tortured us to death! After you have finished talking, your child has been bullied to death by others, and you dare to die..."

Yanjing and Dumbun cried more loudly.

Wen Heng watched outside the door for a long time. At the end, the four of them hugged their heads and cried. The crying was really horrible, so he coughed slightly: "Although I am sorry to disturb you father and son filming a series, I still want to say, Yan Xi , You can be discharged from the hospital."

Yan Xi burst into tears three thousand feet: "Is it finally declared dead?"

A Heng gritted his teeth: "Although it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to find your three little boys for their stepfather to abuse them, but I still have to say, Yanxi, you are cured!

There was silence for three minutes in the ward.

Yanxi hugged her little son and said kindly: "It's said that Dad doesn't lie anymore, Dad never lie.

Turning around, he glared at his eldest son and cursed: "Mama, go home and kneel on the ribs!"

He smiled again and touched the little daughter's head: "Stupid, Dad won't take you to pick the crab. Let's catch the big crab. It's big, big, so big."

He drew a picture while peeking at his wife's face.

A Heng came over and sneered: "Before taking your girl to catch a crab, bookmark the divorce agreement first. I'm afraid you will be killed by a big crab claw and there will be no chance! Didn't you want to get a divorce?

The soft and fleshy little Benben looked at his mother sincerely: "What is divorce?"

Aheng picked up the little girl: "It's just that my mother doesn't eat and sleep with my father."

Stupid thought for a while, staring at his mother blankly, and then sad tears appeared in his big eyes: "But without a mother, my father would starve to death."

Yanxi originally lowered her head, but her eyes turned red when she heard her daughter's words.He looked up, looked at Ah Heng with a smile and sighed slightly: "A Heng, what can I do, what can I do?"

A Heng was holding his daughter, how much fear, grievance, and pain all disappeared.She took the back of her hand to block the heat in her eyes, and choked up: "You can't die. It's not that you won't let you die, but I don't want to die at all."

Yan Xi was startled, but she understood her words.

In the end, who would have thought that there is a couple in the world like them, who can't live without one without the other?

Who would have thought that this was already the case when I was young.

He finally has six stories in his floating life, remembering the first truth of the world when he was a child; remembering his beliefs and knowing how to be an unchangeable and open-minded person; remembering suffering, for remembering the little bit of kindness, for remembering people from suffering as oneself; remembering a woman, after suffering from the loss Only to understand true love; remember that children know that being a human child has difficulties, but being a parent is not the best person in the world; remember that the newborn understands the preciousness of blood, not only because of me, but also because of you.

The last note, stumbled and acquainted with the love of husband and wife, the shadow of sadness and fear has been in the shadows for unknown years, but when a baby is born crying, it is clear that this life is suffering and no one can miss it, but the most important thing to know is that there is the same equality. When the catastrophe was approaching, she stood on a branch with him waiting for death or another beginning.