A Heartwarming Decade

Yanxi's "Chaoyang" is over.

Then he sealed it in the small attic on the top floor.

"What do you want to do to suppress evil?" A Heng smiled.

Yanxi doesn't care: "The painting is very strange, it seems to be off topic."

At that time, Xinke Xiaohui was sleeping on Aheng's slippers, and the sun was shining brightly.

The so-called Xiaohui is a very small mass, shrunk, like a towel. It likes Yanxi very much, and always sneaks into the teenager’s bedroom. When he gets up early in the morning, he opens his eyes and always looks at such a bunch of ugly things, then, stiff, screaming, wishing to overturn the entire roof. .

Then, Xiao Hui, who looked like a small towel, would be thrown out with tears in his gloating expression on braised pork rice.

Snap, lock the door.

"Aheng, take care of your dog!"

A Heng sighed, and picked up Xiao Hui: "He doesn't like you, and always likes to move forward, alas, stupid dog..."

Some days have passed since Yanxi’s birthday. When Aheng returned home, Si Wan said: "Aheng, that day, you were too rude to Aunt Lin."

Aheng squinted, startled, "What did I say?"

Thinking with a smile: "It's not good to say nothing. Don't you think that the hostility towards her is too obvious?"

A Heng pretended to be stupid: "I can't speak Mandarin well, so I am afraid that Aunt Lin will be upset."

"Aheng, you always say that your Mandarin is not good when the situation is not good for you." Si smiled, and the apple in his hand was peeled unbroken, and he handed it to Aheng, "You may not know. Grandpa’s former subordinates have left for business, most of the industry and the Lu family... are inextricably linked. Uncle Lu fell ill and died early. The Lu family is now the housekeeper of Aunt Lin..."

This is implicit enough and clear enough. She only thought of grandpa's integrity and integrity for a lifetime, but these thoughts were still unavoidable. But, as long as it is a human, how can there be no desire? What's more, grandpa a hundred years later, he still has to take into account the whereabouts of the Wen family.

Aheng took the apple and nodded slightly.

"Compared to Erer, you are more suitable to be the Wen family's daughter." Si Wan said in a calm tone.

This...because she accepts something that is not clean enough to be too obedient? Is it praise or dislike?

Siwan saw Aheng thinking about it for a long time, for fear that she wanted to realize something more, she smiled and said, "You can't get along with her, so it's okay to have less contact in the future. Aunt Lin is very busy, so she didn't have much interaction with us. ."

"What would you do?" A Heng originally thought in his heart, but he didn't think about it, and then said.

"What?" Si smiled in surprise.

"To people who don't like it."

Si Wan looked at A Heng, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Er, if you don't like it, it will be obvious."

"Oh."

Obviously, does it look like to her and Yanxi?

She never understood why Er Er hated Yan Xi so much, as if she didn't know why Yan Xi always accustomed to Er Er so much.

In August, in the north, rain is also very abundant.

That day, it was originally hot in the evening, but the sky changed in a blink of an eye. The dark clouds were overwhelming, the wind continued to flow, and it was raining not long.

A Heng originally bought review materials from a bookstore and turned over when he saw some interesting novels. When I raised my head again, the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows had changed. The raindrops fell, forming streams downstream, and the window was dark.

There are not many taxis here in such a remote area, not to mention rainy days.

How can I go back...

Look at the time, it's just seven o'clock, it's still early. Dinner was already prepared when she came out, and she should be fine when she goes back later, at least Yanxi is not hungry.

A Heng thought for a while, picked up the book just now and continued reading, and decided to wait for the rain to stop before going back.

There was Michael Jackson's YouAreNotAlone in the bookstore, and Ah Heng hummed a few words, which was very pleasant.

Heavy rain, books, love songs, and what kind of loneliness will make people feel more comfortable than now? Haha, it would be great if there was Biluochun in a purple sand pot, she had been spoiled by the good tea left by Grandpa Yan. That guy Yanxi is probably playing games again. Isn't he afraid of myopia with his big eyes?

Occasionally, she would be startled by the thunderous sound, raising her eyes, the trend of getting bigger and bigger outside the window.

The similar situation was repeated several times, and the night was completely dark, Aheng frowned slightly, a little miscalculated.

After waiting a long time, the wall clock on the wall of the bookstore struck eleven.

"Boss, is there a hotel closest to here?" She checked out and asked the bookstore owner.

boom! Behind him was a loud noise.

A Heng was taken aback, turned around, but saw a young man covered in rain. Under his feet was an umbrella that was dropped to vent his anger.

"Yanxi?" Aheng confused.

What did this guy stare at, who caused him to provoke him?

"Ah, Yanxi, are the ribs made tonight too salty?" She blurted out, a little guilty. I was in a hurry to come out in the evening, and when I was cooking, the heat seemed to be not very good.

He stared at her coldly, the rain dripped down his black hair, the pink T-shirt on his body was stained darker and shallower by the rain, the white canvas shoes were splashed with mud, and he held a clean hand tightly in his arms. Umbrella looks very funny.

Yanxi turned around and said flatly: "Go home." But she didn't look at her, just handed her the clean umbrella in her hand, and she bent down and silently picked up the muddy umbrella that had just fallen angrily.

Aheng followed behind him, staring quietly at the young boy's somewhat lonely back, and said, "Yanxi."

Yanxi didn't look back: "Shh——"

He is in front, she is behind, silent, walking in the rain.

A Heng lowered her head and looked at Yanxi's canvas shoes. She had been brushing them for a long time. Why would you wear it if you know it is raining?

She even clearly remembered what Yanxi said when she felt that the colors of these shoes were monotonous and wanted to add some oil paint: "Yanxi, these are the shoes I have been using for a long time, you know?"

After a long time of brushing, it was really hard to restore the original.

She sighed slightly. She kept restoring everything in his life, and he kept disrupting. With her usual character, how long can she endure the suppression...

Eyes full of rain, ears full of rain, screaming many things in life, tempted to come and want to release, after all, it is pushed back a little bit and carefully sealed.

When they arrived home, with the help of the street lamp at the door, Yanxi wiped the blurred electronic surface of his left wrist in the rain with his right hand, stared for a few seconds, and let out a sigh of relief: "It's okay."

"Huh?" A Heng frowned and looked at him.

"It's not twelve o'clock." Yanxi whispered, with innocence in her eyes.

He stretched out his hand, rubbed her trousers rudely, widened his eyes, and patted her head seriously, fiercely: "Aheng, Cinderella must go home by twelve o'clock, you know?"

"Why?" She laughed and took his hand gently.

There is only six centimeters between her and him.

"Hey, didn't Brother Grimm say that if you don't go home at twelve o'clock in the evening, you will change from a princess to a girl covered with soot?" He increased his speed, his voice with a righteous anger.

"I will become a soot girl because of a stepmother who loves to instruct people, not because of the change of time." A Heng smiled, rubbing his sore eyes in the rain and opening the door.

Yanxi sneered: "If I were a stepmother, then you should learn to be Cinderella's vicious sister. Because there won't be a stepmother who will run for four **** hours on a rainy day to find a girl with soot. ."

He deliberately had a vicious tone, closed his umbrella and changed his shoes, and walked straight to the bathroom.

Aheng relaxed, sighed, and gently put his head against the white wall and closed his eyes. After a long while, he slowly maintained a smile.

When he walked to the restaurant, A Heng found that the food on the table had not moved.

Yanxi smelled the scent of food when she walked out of the shower.

Aheng sat in the dining room, saw him come out, smiled and said hello: "Yanxi, eat."

Yanxi's face was not very good, but she didn't say anything. She sat down, digging for rice and ribs, and her mouth was full. Although there was no expression, but the rice was not left.

Finally, he deliberately wiped his mouth with the cuffs of A Heng's newly washed pajamas, gave A Heng a childish look, and turned upstairs.

A Heng laughed for a long time, and almost got angry when he lay down on the table, but when he calmed down, he became confused again, not knowing what he was laughing at.

After the early hours of the morning, the thunder roared and was deafening. A Heng slept in a daze, but subconsciously remembered something, and woke up from his dream.

He opened the door and walked to the door of the next room. After hesitating for a long time, Aheng gently pushed the door open. Grandpa Yan once asked her, if possible, not to leave Yanxi alone in a dark room on a rainy day.

"Yanxi?" She walked over, the bed was just flat.

Looking around, she walked to the corner hesitantly.

In the dark night, it was just a mass of pitch black, staying there quietly, there was no movement, and even strangely buried himself with the sheet.

A Heng stretched out his hand and gently opened the sheet.

The young man, sitting in the corner with his hands around his knees, his bare feet, his eyes tightly closed.

"Yanxi?" She squatted gently beside him, not sure if the young man accidentally fell asleep here.

He didn't move, his breathing was still faint, if there was a faint sense of existence that seemed nothing.

She stretched out her hand and leaned forward cautiously, halfway, but was gently held by her slightly cool hand. He opened his eyes.

That was the first time Aheng saw that expression in Yanxi's eyes.

Hollowness, pain, despair, and endless tearing black holes.

Those eyes looked at her, trying hard to restore the usual gentleness and arrogance, but after looking into her eyes, tears burst out instantly.

"A Heng, you must go home before twelve o'clock next time, you know?" He choked up, childishly inexplicably.

Aheng looked at him quietly.

"Huh?" He looked at her seriously, seriously wanting to hear her say good.

The black hair of the teenager was completely blurred by sweat at some point.

A Heng’s eyes were the gentleness of the mountains and rivers. She stretched out her hand suddenly, hugged him fiercely, buried his eyes on her shoulders, and said calmly: “It’s no big deal, Yanxi, in this world, it’s no big deal. of."

"It doesn't matter how dirty it is." She heard the tremendous pain of his throat suppressed, and said clearly, "This world, with me, is no big deal."

She knew that Yanxi could understand.

Even if she didn't know what happened two years ago, he couldn't look back anyway, even if the wound was bleeding, he could only look forward.

"But, Aheng, one day, you will leave me." He was at a loss, but tears burned someone's shoulder.

A Heng stared at the corner in the dark, wondering what kind of words had a powerful comforting ability.

"A Heng, you don't even know that you will leave me." He said, mockingly, "but you see, I know, I can even expect this."

"If I leave, can't I try to stay?"

Yanxi smiled bitterly: "Hindrella's stepmother is only Hindrella's, but not her two sisters."

Staying, he...how willing.

"Yanxi, I don't like... crystal shoes." She smiled and sighed, relaxed her hands, but did not dare to look back.

Whether it's Cinderella or a vicious sister, she doesn't like that kind of fragile footwear.

"Yanxi, if I leave, I will say sorry to you." A Heng thought for a while, frowned and concluded.

"Aheng, when I said'I'm sorry' for the first time, someone I thought I would never leave in my life left me." Yan Xi looked up and fell on the textured floor.

"So,'thank you for your care'?" She still faced the wall.

"The first time I said'thank you', I felt that I almost disappeared from this world."

A Heng put his hand on his neck and smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "When I left, it must be because someone who was hundreds of times better than Wen Heng was by your side; or, I By your side, you still feel lonely, then my departure will only be a relief for you."

She said: "Yanxi, when I was four years old, Abba asked me to buy salt by myself. At that time, I also felt that the world was terrible, surrounded by unknown people. The adults spit out loudly. I can tremble for a long time. When I was vinegar, I was able to drink all the way home, and I felt that the road was too short. Yanxi, fear is a human instinct, but when I was more afraid, I found that there is nothing in this world fear."

Yanxi held her hands and found that there were large and small cocoons on them. Putting it gently on his face, he murmured in a low voice: "A Heng, we all owe you too much. I will try my best to restrain myself and not go..."

He covered the two of them alone, swept away the gloom just now, smiled faintly, and confessed to himself: "A Heng, you will grow up eventually, and you will eventually understand how to do the right thing."

And I, although I don’t know when to stop growing, I will rejoice when I am forgotten by you.