A Heartwarming Decade

Finally on the shore, the fog in the lake gradually dispersed.

Yanxi said, "I gave you that picture. Will you be a background model for me?"

A Heng nodded and said, "Okay, okay." She blushed and thought nervously, oh, she used to be beautiful enough to be Yanxi's model.

As a result, Yanxi said: "I will use the scenery as the background for a while. You don't need to be nervous, just pretend to be a passerby."

"Oh." A Heng was full of black lines.

She walked to the plum tree as Yanxi ordered, but it was actually very embarrassing. However, when holding human things, your hands tend to soften.

"Go forward two more steps, stay away from the tree." The boy held the black camera and half-squinted at the camera.

"Oh." A Heng sniffed and moved aside two steps.

"Go forward two more steps."

With its winding tree trunks and delicate and icy petals, A Heng took two steps forward looking at the plum tree that had just opened next to him.

She is making a background for a tree.

"Take two big steps forward." The boy held the camera and continued to order.

One big step, two big steps, A Heng counted forward and stepped forward, a bit like a hopscotch when he was a child.

"Keep walking." The boy's voice was already far away.

She buried her head and walked forward.

"Okay, let's stop!" His voice was agitated slightly in the wind, but he couldn't hear him clearly.

"Don't look back." He said.

"What are you talking about?" She turned around and looked at the murmur of the teenager in the distance.

The boy, standing in the wind, with black hair and red lips, smiling brightly.

"Crack."

Time freezes.

January 13, 1999.

Many years later, a picture was placed in the most inconspicuous corner of the exhibition hall.

Unpretentious girl, gray coat, black eyes, gazing gently and intently. She made the background of the room full of gorgeous and noble colors.

Many young photographers who came here saw this work and sighed. Yanxi has been a talented person all his life, but he has left such a work with no aesthetic feeling at all.

Yanxi was old at that time, smiling and listening to the sincere suggestions of the juniors. They asked him to remove the failure, but he just shook his head.

"Why?" They are very young, so they have a lot of time to ask why.

"The person she is looking at is me." Yan Xi smiled, her brows so old that she couldn't distinguish Qianchen. However, those eyes were deep and dimmed, "I can deny the world, but I can't deny myself in her eyes."

"Would you like to go to Wushui?" When Yanxi asked Aheng casually, she was holding the mineral water bottle and pouring water into her belly.

Being a model is very tiring, especially for passersby like her. Plum blossom background, paper umbrella background, sky background, dock background...

A Heng was absent-minded, and when he reacted, a mouthful of water came out.

Yan Xi narrowed her **** eyes and smiled: "You don't want to go?"

A Heng swallowed, and asked the boy carefully, "Can I go?"

Yan Xi answered indifferently: "Wen Heng, your'Wen' is indeed the'Wen' of the Wen family, but'Heng' is the'Heng' of the Yun family."

No one had ever said this to her. They told her to wear what kind of clothes and what kind of person she played, but no one cared about her past and future.

The corners of Aheng's eyes were a little wet, and he looked at the distance, a little sad.

A cloud of pink lightly blocked her sight, and the boy said lazily: "What can you see?"

She was dumb.

Yan Xi smiled: "How can you be clear if you don't move forward!" He stopped turning, and walked forward, carrying a big travel bag, with his back straight, walking into the twigs of her life like a real traveler. tip.

She and Yanxi took the car again, as if they had spent two-thirds of their time in the car on this trip. The good tradition of Chinese travel-getting in the car to sleep and get off the car to pee. Aheng performed the first half, and Yanxi performed the second half.

A Heng slept all the way, Yan Xi got out of the car, pulling A Heng to find the toilet eagerly. What white walls and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water, Yangliuyiyi Wangsun's family, all are literati's nonsense! For Yanxi, at this moment, the twenty-four bridges in the West Lake and the moonlit night are not as attractive as the toilet.

"Yanxi, here in Wushui Town, there are no public toilets." She spoke sincerely and expressed deep sympathy.

"What should I do?!" The young man opened his teeth and danced his claws, like a hideous little beast.

"Come to my house, I have one." A Heng was very serious and serious, like discussing academic topics.

"Where is your home?" Yanxi's eyes widened sadly.

A Heng sniffed, grabbed Yan Xi's hand, and ran.

Yanxi's face turned green when she ran, so what, soon...coming out...

The town is very small. When Aheng and Yanxi ran back to Yun's house out of breath, Mica was chatting with her neighbor Huang Granny.

"Ama, get the toilet paper!" A Heng hurriedly pushed Yanxi into her latrine in a whirlwind.

Mica was stunned: "Mr. Huang, was this my girl just now?"

"Sorry, I thought it was only me who had hallucinations!" Huang Granny took out her handkerchief to wipe away the tears that did not exist.

"Ama, toilet paper!" A Heng roared.

Yanxi looked at the table full of exquisite meals and smiled contentedly: "Mother Yun, you are amazing!"

"Homemade things can't be on the table." Mica said gently, "Yanxi... right? You eat more."

A Heng grabbed the chopsticks and wanted to pick up the dishes, but was reprimanded by Mica: "Daughter's house, there are no rules! How can you move the chopsticks without the guests eating?"

A Heng sniffed and let go aggrieved.

In this way, under Yanxi's disturbance, her return was not touching at all, and it made people cry. On the contrary, it felt like returning home after hanging out.

"Mother Yun, you can call me Axi or Xiaoxi." Yanxi is very polite and smiles cutely. He has been called a "mother killer" since he was a child.

"You can understand?" Aheng was a little curious, how could Yanxi understand these local dialects.

"My grandpa taught me." Yanxi said.

Ah Heng was entangled. She used to be a clever interpreter for Yanxi. Yanxi didn't know how to snicker in her heart at the time, which must be absurd.

But, why does Grandpa Yan have something to do with Wushui Town?

Mica stared at Yanxi for a long time, remembering something, her eyes became obscure, looked at Ah Heng, and said lightly: "A Heng, go call your dad to come back for dinner."

Yanxi smiled casually. He probably guessed it before he came. Wen Heng's adoptive parents knew the agreement back then.

Unknown, Ah Heng nodded, got up, and walked to the medicine room in the town. "Abba!" A Heng smiled happily at the kind man with gray temples weighing medicine to the patient.

Father Yun was stunned. He turned his head and saw A Heng with a faint surprise in his eyes.

Aheng ran to the man and looked up at his father: "Abba." Her voice sounded like a child.

"A Heng, when did you come back?" Father Yun put down the medicinal materials in his hand and asked her kindly, "Is your grandpa here too?"

Aheng dropped his eyes and shook his head, not daring to look at his father's face.

"You sneaked back?" Father Yun frowned, his voice rising.

A Heng did not say a word, but stuck in front of the medicine room. The pedestrian next to her was whispering, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to move her hands and feet.

At first, it was uncomfortable in her heart, so she desperately followed Yanxi back to Wushui Town. Now, thinking of the Wen family in City B, I secretly feel that they are too ignorant about this matter. Maybe they have called the police just like the day Si Wan disappeared?

"You girl!" Father Yun turned blue with anger, grabbing the medicine pestle on the stage to hit A Heng.

A Heng was stunned, thinking how could A-ba still use this trick? She had changed the imperial city and set up Phnom Penh and returned home. Why didn't he save her some face? But Yao Chu waved over without mercy, Aheng swallowed, and ran away in fright.

"You stop for me, the little one who is young!" Father Yun chased.

"Abba, don't bother me, grandma said to let you go home for dinner!" A Heng was so scared that he almost cried, shouting as he ran.

"Hey, I said, people who live in the institutional compound can't look down on this stupid girl. Take a look, this won't be returned!" The mayor's wife who runs a herbal tea shop offers hot tea in winter. Shop, while licking melon seeds while watching a joke and talking cool words.

You just got returned! A Heng sucked his nose, feeling aggrieved. Seeing Da Yao Chu immediately got up, he ran fast under the wind.

One chase, one escape, Wushui Town hasn't been so lively for a long time.

The adults and children laughed.

Look, the Yun family girl was beaten again.

This has been the case since childhood. Abba never saved face when hitting her. He chased her all over the town. Others chased her to watch jokes. Sprinkling his feet, A Heng finally ran home and rushed back to the main room, crying: "Ama, Abba beat me again!"

"I will let you run!" A panting voice came from behind.

The grandmother looked at her and smiled, patted her hand, and said to Father Yun: "Her father, the child is very filial, just came back, don't bother her, huh?"

Father Yun let out a "hum", and saw Yanxi in a blink of an eye.

The child was watching the play with his chin in relish, with big eyes crooked.

"This is?" Father Yun put the medicine pestle on his side and looked at Yanxi carefully.

Mica spoke lightly, with a deep meaning: "General Yan's grandson, Yan Xi."

The air was a little stagnant, and Father Yun's face became more solemn. He looked at Yanxi and said, "That's you?"

Yanxi held the chopsticks in her slender hand and smiled: "It should be me. My brother is in the United States and is much younger than Wen Heng."

A Heng is a little confused, what are they talking about?

Father Yun pondered for a long time, and waved to the mica: "Peiyun, you come with me to the back room." Then he looked at A Heng lightly and said, "Girl, please greet the guests well. If the food is cold, go to the kitchen to heat it up."

Yanxi picked up the chopsticks and gently picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth, chewed, raised her eyebrows, and smiled at Father Yun: "No, the food is just right."

Father Yun looked a little hesitant, but didn't say anything, and strode into the back room. Mica took a deep look at Yanxi, and then walked in.

A Heng blankly covered his mouth with his hand and whispered to Yan Xi, "What happened?"

Yanxi chewed on a stick of ribs, cheeks bulging, and said casually: "Probably, your dad doesn't like me."

A Heng glanced at the young man quietly, and whispered: "My dad, it doesn't please your eyes to see me. Don't be angry. He is a doctor, he only looks at patients, he pleases your eyes."

The young man spit out his bones flutteringly, and said quietly, "Silly is a blessing."

"Oh." A Heng Xili nodded in agreement.

At night, A Heng clung to mica and wanted to sleep with her. Mica couldn't hold her back, so he agreed.

Yanxi slept in the old Aheng's room. Father Yun slept in Yunzai's room, and Yunzai was treating his illness at the Southern Military Region Hospital.

"Ama, don't you miss me?" In the darkness, A Heng shrank in the bed, his eyes wistful.

"I don't want to." Mica gently rubbed A Heng's head with his hand, and said gently.

A Heng felt uncomfortable and looked at her mother disappointedly: "But, grandma, I miss you." She gently retracted into her mother's embrace in the bed, which was warm and peaceful.

"At the Wen's house, hiding in the bed and crying again, didn't you?" Mica sighed.

"No." A Heng put his head in his mother's arms and said dullly.

She didn't lie. At Wen's house, except for crying that day, she never cried again.

Mica patted her back again and again, her voice was warm and sentimental: "A Heng, I'm sorry, Ama."

A Heng's back stiffened, and then he hugged his mother tightly: "Ama, it's not your fault."

Mica was a little bit sad: "Ama just returned you to the Wen family, don't you blame Ama?"

Aheng shook her head severely, she couldn't selfishly watch Yun walking towards death.

The Yun family is the warmest and beautiful fate in her life.

When she was young, her father taught her to read and read. Other girls go to work early, and she also wants to earn money to see a doctor. I talked to Abba, but Abba beat her fiercely and told her that she was exhausted and exhausted, and that she would not let her daughter be a servant.

The grandmother is the most gentle, she always combs her beautiful braids, makes beautiful skirts, and tells nice stories. Every time A-ba chases and beats her, it is the grandmother who protects her. When she hurt her, my grandmother cried more fiercely than her.

As for being here, it's even better to have a relationship with her, there is always something delicious waiting for her to eat together after school. Sometimes she stayed overnight on the mountain with Abba to collect medicine, and she always stayed up all night waiting for her to come back.

Chinese New Year is the only time during the year when she is allowed to hang out with her. He followed her to the market, always reluctant to buy something he likes, but he spent a long time saving money to buy a paper rabbit lantern for her. Just because she likes rabbits.

She wants the Yun family to be well, and she wants to be healthy. What does the surname Yun and Wen mean?

"Ama, the Wen family likes me very much, don't worry." Aheng looked up at his mother and laughed, "The grandfather there will scold my brother for me, and the mother there will play nice piano music. My brother hurts but hurts me."

Mica also laughed, but tears finally appeared in her eyes: "Okay, okay! The girl I raised is so good, so good, who doesn't like..."

"Ama, when I grow up, when I come back to see you, don't drive me, okay?" A Heng said cautiously.

"Okay. I'm waiting for my girl to make money and be filial to me, and my grandmother is waiting."

"Ama, Ama, let's pull the hook, I don't want you, and you don't want to miss me, okay?" A Heng sniffed, his eyes flushed.

Mica choked and said softly: "Ama doesn't want you, she must miss you."

In this compartment, Yanxi couldn't sleep peacefully.

People in Wushui Town are used to sleeping on bamboo beds, and the northerners who are born and raised in the north say Xi is not used to it. They always feel panicked and can't sleep over and over again.

In the darkness, his eyes gradually adapted to this room, a small room with nothing but a clean desk and a few books.

He couldn't imagine that Wen Heng grew up in such extreme poverty for so many years. In comparison, Winsell's life was a little better.

The corners of Yanxi's mouth raised slightly, and she laughed silently, full of mockery.

Suddenly, a faint light came into the room, and in the main room, there was the sound of people walking repeatedly in anxiety.

Yanxi felt that she couldn't sleep anyway, so she got out of bed and walked out of the room.

Unsurprisingly, it was Father Yun.

"Uncle Yun, why are you still asleep?" Yanxi leaned back on the door frame, her right leg randomly folded over her left leg, her black hair hanging down her forehead, under the moonlight, she could only see the boy's white chin.

Father Yun smokes waterpipes like most Jiangnan men, and the rattling sound is very clear in the silence of the room.

"Yanxi, what are you going to do about our Aheng?" The man frowned and looked at the boy seriously.

"Naturally do what you should do." The young man smiled softly. Although Wen Heng had a hard time, he was better than him, and he was protected by his foster parents.

"You will..." The man hesitated, gritted his teeth, and finally opened his mouth, "Will you like A Heng?"

The young man was stunned for a long while, but he didn't laugh, "Uncle, you think too much."

Father Yun was a little annoyed, and he said: "At the beginning, your grandfather told me that the Yan family owed A Heng. Later, he will let his grandson carry the big sedan chair to marry A Heng."

The boy's voice was a little cold, but his tone was serious: "Uncle Yun, no one can guarantee the future. But at least, if I say hope one day, no one will bully Wen Heng. Before she is sure of her mind. , I will treat her as my own sister, please relax."

"If our Aheng really likes you?" Father Yun looked serious.

The boy thought for a while and smiled calmly.

"Then I will marry her."