A Heartwarming Decade

When Yanxi shook his dark circles and swayed to the living room, Aheng shook his head, feeling that this man was hopeless.

"Done the painting?" It probably stayed up all night and got stuck in the painting.

After seeing the rising sun that day, when he got home, he circled himself in the room, no day and night.

Yanxi nodded, then shook her head again.

"What do you mean?" There was an itchy foot, A Heng lowered his head, Xiao Hui was sleeping on her slippers. Laugh, such a small puppy, but sleepy like an old man.

"I always feel that there is something less." Yanxi thoughtfully.

"Incompleteness is also beautiful." A Heng's voice was soft and waxy, "Broken Arm Venus, isn't it a classic?"

Both words and laughter are non-existent: "Everyone can't understand "Sunflower", but it's also a classic. But is this little Van Gogh?" With such a powerful force, is it immortal to just paint?

A Heng picked up Xiao Hui and gently put it back in the small nest prepared for it-a cardboard box with several layers of cotton wool, and smiled and said, "When Van Gogh was alive, who knew that he would be the future Van Gogh. ?"

Yanxi took out the pure water from the refrigerator and poured it out, her voice disappeared from the nasal sound she had just woken up: "Then, you mean, when I became a bad old man, I was just lonely. Most likely in the wind and snow. Suicide by shooting at night because there was no bread to eat?"

A Heng laughed: "Moreover, if you die, you may not be able to become a rich man."

"So, why do you continue painting?" he thought.

"So, have you decided not to paint?" A Heng pursed his lips, looking back brightly and tenderly.

"No." Yanxi touched her nose, very embarrassed.

A Heng knew it and laughed: "So, go brush your teeth, it's time for lunch."

How can there be so many so.

The most relaxed ending is never hypothesis, but life.

Have a pistol but no bread? Is there no gun ban? Or was you old at that time, our republic was already rich, and it was strange that pistols were cheaper than bread, and taking casual suicide with guns as morning news?

Therefore, worrying for so long, no matter how great, no matter how sad, is nothing but a conception.

When she sorted out Grandpa Yan's room, she found many old photos.

Older ones, already yellowed, one by one, are little dolls and teenagers with big smiles and big smiles like golden sunflowers. Full moon, one hundred days, one year old, two years old...until fifteen years old.

Behind each picture is a vigorous and powerful pen calligraphy: My Sun Yanxi, taken at the age of ××.

Such a good-looking child smiled so much that all the dissatisfaction in this world seemed to have retreated. Suddenly, the water-like years accompanied by the warm daylight filled the eyes with surprise.

I laughed better when I was young. A Heng frowned, and the words appeared in his heart without thinking.

Strange, why is the photo of the same person so extremely different from reality?

When she saw Yanxi, half of her lips were always raised when she smiled, indifferent and plain. Even when it is a prank, it just adds sly eyes. However, the corners of the mouth will never fade away. It is the unclear sneer, which is totally different from the unreserved ridiculousness seen in today's photos.

Is it just the age difference? However, her face hasn't changed much... Her fingers paused a bit.

After that, I looked down again, only to see the sudden vacancy, the paleness of the plastic film.

How about his fifteen years old this year?

Why is it blank for two whole years?

That smile, left, right, flat, happy, not sharp yet, why disappeared out of thin air...

Aheng thought about something, unconsciously closed the album, but accidentally fell to the ground.

When I picked it up, I touched the hard back of the album, which was rough. She fixed her eyes and touched her index finger lightly, which was four letters with deep marks.

D-E-A-D

Dead.

Has passed away.

A Heng turned around, the young man was leaning against the door, smiling at her, his eyes burning.

"A Heng, is the rice cooked?" He asked her, pressing his left foot lightly on his right foot.

Random actions seem a little strange.

A Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and condensed the boy for a long time, calmly, and said gently: "That's fine."

He casually put the photo album with such shocking handwriting deeply into the bookshelf.

After lunch, Aheng received a call from home, and grandpa asked her to go home.

Yanxi is still helping his "Chaoyang" in a silent and quiet posture.

Aheng was inconvenient to interrupt, and left quietly. But when he stepped downstairs, the boy's door was closed and locked for an instant, as quiet as when he walked with her.

Obviously, there is no wind.

When he got home, Sier was telling a joke, making his mother and grandpa laugh. A Heng also laughed, standing in the hallway and lightly hissing at the lady Zhang who opened the door.

This kind of warmth, interrupted, really regrettable.

"Mom, guess what?" Sier said vividly.

Mother Wen was curious: "How is it?"

"Our teacher said:'Hey, Winsell, why haven't you seen your brother for so long? When you turn back, you must ask your parents to persuade your brother, such a good student is not good for a young love, don't always be with the one from Class 4. The girls are together, what is the name Xilai..."" In a playful tone of teasing.

The roar of laughter.

"Grandpa, Mom, I'm back." Aheng smiled and walked out, interrupting Sier.

"Oh, Aheng is back." Mother Wen got up, the smile on her mouth was still full.

"Are you still used to being in Yanjia? Just now I was talking about your brother and Yanxi going to junior high school. Xiaoxi is so good-looking and has caused a lot of trouble."

A Heng nodded, the smile at the corner of his mouth was broad and meaningless.

The so-called misfortune, is it because he looks better than others, or is it because it involves Si Wan?

"A Heng, tomorrow your Aunt Lin will be the hostess, and invite our family to dinner. Your mother bought you a formal dress and told you to come back to try and see if it fits." Old Wen smiled and sent Then, she pointed to the clothes in the delicate gift box on the table.

"Aunt Lin?" A Heng repeated, but there was no concept in his mind.

Who is this?

Sier took A Heng's arm and explained affectionately: "It is the daughter-in-law of Grandpa's old comrade-in-arms Lu, and the mother of Lu Liu who is studying in Vienna, who loves us children the most, very gentle and gentle aunt."

Very gentle and gentle... How gentle is that? It is rare for Sier to praise someone like this.

"Is it gentler than mother?" Mother Wen pretended to be angry and looked at Sier.

Someone laughed out loud.

A Heng looked up, Si Wan was going downstairs, casually loose sportswear, refreshing and clean.

"Mom, are you still jealous of Aunt Lin? To be honest..." Si Wan frowned deliberately.

"How is it?" Mother Wen stretched out her hand, smiled and pulled the outstanding and beautiful boy in front of her, still the gesture of her mother holding the child.

"Aunt Lin is much gentler than you!" Si Wan winked at Si'er, and the two brothers and sisters smiled at each other.

"What should I do? Ruomei is gentler than me, and her son is more beautiful than my son, alas, sad..." Mother Wen smiled, nodding thoughtfully on her forehead.

In this case, Sier put down A Heng's arm without hesitation, took her mother Wen, and smiled sweetly: "Aunt Lin doesn't have a daughter yet, don't you have me?"

A Heng looked at his lowered arm, a little funny.

Idiot, what are you expecting...

"Grandpa, Mom, I'm going to the supermarket to buy milk. Tomorrow, what time, where should I go for dinner?" A Heng picked up his clothes and looked at the watch, with a gentle white face, calm and modest.

"Ah, Aheng, let me go with you." Si smiled at Aheng.

Aheng nodded, smiled and said yes.

There are not many words along the way, one after the other.

How long have you been a sibling? Still so rusty.

"Yanxi, these days, I’m painting, a masterpiece that is said to be named Chaoyang. I go to bed at three o’clock every night, two bags of chocolate milk before going to bed, wake up at eleven, and a cup of hot milk after waking up. I often listen to one song. LongLongWayToGo's song. Three meals a day, no meat and no pleasure, hair grows fast, you have to cover your eyes." She said flatly, not high or low.

"I didn't, ask about this." Si Wan turned his head, a little embarrassed.

"Haha, sorry, I just remembered it suddenly." A Heng smiled and walked through the glass revolving door of the supermarket.

She frowned, looked at the shelf for a long time, and found that the brand Yanxi loved to drink was sold out.

"Strawberry milk, is it okay?" Si Wan picked up the same brand of pink milk and handed it to Aheng.

"I don't know." A Heng said honestly, she thought of Yanxi's spit splashing touting chocolate milk.

"Change to another one." Si smiled, presumably thinking of the same scene.

On Sunday, there were a lot of people. When Si Wan pulled Aheng out, the buttons on the cuffs were accidentally squeezed out.

"Wait a minute." Aheng picked up the buttons, turned around, and walked into the crowd.

Si Wan sat on the bench outside the supermarket and waited. When the girl came out again, she was holding the sewing box she just bought.

"Come here." She held out her hand.

"What?" Si Wan was inexplicable.

She pointed to his coat.

Si Wan looked at the people walking around, with a thin face, hesitatingly, took it off for a long time.

A Heng lowered his head, squinted his eyes, threaded needles and threads, acting well, his hands were plain white and steady.

The half-covered sunset, shining warmly on her hair, with a clean and warm breath.

He looked at her for a long time, but he could no longer look at this picture. He remembered what Chen Juan said: "Si Wan, you will regret it. She is a woman."

That was when Chen Juan knew that he had tried his best to get A Heng to move into the Yanjia, and wanted to leave a message.

At that time, these words were mocked and treated lightly by him. Looking now, my heart was hit by something.

She is a woman, so he has been unable to fill the gully that feels difficult and desperate, and will be easily filled by her in an instant.

Just because she is a woman.

But he is a man.

Therefore, he could never go further to fill that person's shortcomings; and she, as long as she relied on her instinct as a woman, could complete that person's life, making him embarrassed and far away beyond copying.

After that, he never wore that jacket again, no matter how tight and warm the stitches of the cuffs were.

When A Heng saw the legendary Aunt Lin, he thought of many beautiful words, but in the end, he was overwhelmed by the fragrance of plums flowing slowly in the air.

The woman was wearing a white cheongsam, with pale plum blossoms looming, and her white neck and ears were precious diamond jewelry.

Si Wan and Si Er like her very much. The woman smiled at them, as if her eyes were full of bustling stars.

"What's this? You haven't seen Lu Liu. If that kid smiles, there will be more stars!"

Dayi curled his lips, but did not get together with Si Wan and Si Er. He didn't really like the appearance of this woman.

Yanxi was even more strange, standing there, just looking at it coldly, her expression of disgust was beyond her description.

"Xiaoxi, Auntie is not easy to return to China, don't you give me a hug when you see it?" The woman smiled Ruomei and opened her arms generously.

Yan Xi looked at her quietly and took a step back. White canvas shoes, with his left foot resting on his right foot lightly, the soles of the feet and the insteps nestled together, and the eyes are faintly glowing like the lake.

This is another posture.

There was silence all around, and everyone was a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter?" Lin Ruomei looked at Yanxi blankly.

Si smiled: "Aunt Lin, you don't know, Yanxi has suffered from a weird problem in the past two years and doesn't like to contact people. Even if Dayi and I are closer to him, we will have a temper."

"Especially women." Yanxi then took another lightly.

Si Wan's face was a little stiff.

But Lin Ruomei was faint, with a kind eyebrows, and Wen Ya said, "This is not good. If we don't touch girls, how can we Xiaoxi marry a wife in the future? Didn't you tell your aunt when you were young that you want to marry a girl who looks better than you? "

"That's right, Xiaoxi used to say that when she was a child." Mother Wen also laughed and slowly led the topic elsewhere.

"Is this A Heng?" Lin Ruomei pointed to A Heng and said with a smile, "Yun Yi, you are very much like you when I was young, I recognized it at a glance, you look very delicate."

"Hello Auntie." A Heng was a little cautious, but at last he was not polite.

Lin Ruomei patted A Heng's hand and said to Old Wen: "Uncle Wen, you are so lucky. You have a complete set of grandchildren, and each one is better than the other."

"Haha, three are not worth the one in your family. Ruomei, you have everything to do." Although old Wen was happy in his heart, he spoke smoothly.

Lin Ruomei is a person who is very good at adjusting the atmosphere, and the atmosphere at the table is very harmonious.

Yanxi kept her head down and kept eating the food closest to her.

Aheng is surprised, when did Yanxi like to eat crab roe? I always say it is fishy, ​​and I don't even touch it. She clamped the ribs and put them in the Yanxi dish.

Yan Xi looked up slightly and saw the familiar warm ribs. Under the crystal dining table, his left foot was gently moved away from the instep of his right foot, and he bit the ribs casually, never touching the nearest crab roe.

A Heng pursed his lips, sighed, faintly spreading softly in helplessness.

"A Heng, you like to eat spare ribs, don't you?" Lin Ruomei smiled and looked at A Heng.

A Heng was a little embarrassed, looking at the woman, the shy smile on her face disappeared in an instant. Obviously it is gentle, but it hides the lingering ice meaning, which makes people shudder.

A Heng frowned, thinking about how to answer, but there was a polite knock on the door outside the VIP room.

Walked into a man, in his twenties and thirties, calm and capable, wearing a pair of gold glasses, like a gentle secretary.

"Dong Lin." He walked to Lin Ruomei and whispered in his ears.

In this compartment, the white porcelain spoon broke to the ground with a crisp and sharp sound.

Yanxi's pupils shrank sharply, and her face turned pale when she looked at the man.

Lin Ruomei cast her eyes, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. When the man saw Yanxi, he became very panicked, but his face was expressionless in the blink of an eye.

The waiter on the side cleaned up the remnants and replaced Yanxi with a new pair of dishes.

The boy lowered his head slightly, picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat.

A Heng stared, but found that in his right hand holding the chopsticks, the phalanx of the phalanx was prominent.

She lowered her head, and the white canvas shoes overlapped again, too tightly to separate.

When the man left, Lin Ruomei sat on the main seat, continued to smile softly, continued the interlacing of cups and shadows, and continued the radiant banquet.

"Aheng, I'm finished eating the crab roe." Yanxi smiled, pointing to the empty dishes in front of him, eyes clean enough to overflow sake.

Aheng quietly waited for his following.

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep." He yawned, his eyes sparkling.

"I want to go home."

Everyone was accustomed to the ups and downs of Yanxi's emotions, Wen's mother gave a few words to Lin Ruomei and asked Yanxi to go home.

A Heng watched him leave quietly, with a butterfly-bone figure, wearing the fuchsia Armani jacket that they had been shopping together for a long time.

She vaguely remembered that she liked the black look he was wearing better, with white and slender hands, big eyes, noble and invincible. Unlike this one, the brows are bright, the morning sun is shining, and the Canruo Liuli is so beautiful, but it dilutes his soul.

She insisted on the appropriateness of her choice, but chose his choice.

A Heng doesn't like ribs at all, they are oily and greasy, but ribs are her best home cooking. Homely style, it seems that Yanxi has her homely style.

She doesn't like the so-called family banquet where such a table of dishes can eat up to tens of thousands of yuan, because her home is not only worth the price.

She made a sky-high price, but it was a bad check, so she had to spend the time to splurge, but no one accompanied her to splurge.

She was thinking wildly, but the table was quiet, and they turned their eyes and looked at the door said to be inlaid with gold and jade. She turned and put her hands on her knees quietly, flashing fireworks in her brows and eyes.

The young man ran back, breathing heavily, his black hair was wet with sweat, his slender jade hands under the purple clothes were pressed against the door frame, and the knuckles were curved, releasing all the burden.

However, those eyes were black and white, only looking at her, trying to calm his breath: "A Heng, are you full?"

A Heng smiled, sniffed, and nodded.

"Aheng, do you want to go home with me?"

A Heng smiled, Shan Shui fainted: "Ah, I know, are you going home alone and afraid of it?"

Yanxi smiled, stretched out her hand, and just ran too fast, her breathing was still a little unstable, and she said with helplessness and indulgence: "Yes, yes, I am alone, I will be afraid, okay?" Sweat followed the boy's fingers. The tip slipped slightly, dampening the French carpet that was said to be expensive.

"You know, it's too annoying, too annoying!" She tilted her head and smirked, leaping for joy, holding his hand.

Who is it, secretly complaining about whose childishness, willfulness, and ignorance in his heart, yet to that person, giving his childishness completely unreserved?

Anyone beside me has seen such a word? Has anyone seen Wen Heng like this?

You can see, they are so out of society, would it be much better if they fend for themselves?

If, let them go, would it be... much better...