A Heartwarming Decade

When he was in a small water town, in addition to his younger brother Yunzai, A Heng also had many childhood friends who grew up catching fish and playing in the water. However, they all left their hometown and went to some prosperous cities in the north to find their dreams. Before leaving without exception, they hugged her and said to her: "Aheng Aheng, you will be very reluctant to leave. We must write to each other every day."

But it was only a few months from the initial communication to the complete loss of contact. It's just embarrassing, A Heng takes a lot of time every day to write letters, but he can only worry about the bunch of return letters that "No such person is found".

The school A Heng is going to attend is Xilin, a famous school in City B that connects junior high and high schools. The students studying there must either have excellent grades, have money, or have the right, at least one of the three.

Si Wan entrusted A Heng to Director Chen of the Academic Affairs Office and left in a hurry. Listening to the compliment in Director Chen's words, Si Wan must be a student with outstanding achievements in all grades.

Director Chen was very clear about the power of the Wen family. Knowing the sensitivity of Aheng's identity, he placed her in the best class of the first grade—Class 3.

A Heng stood at the door of Class Three, a little hesitant, his hands holding his schoolbag sweaty, hearing the sound of lectures in the classroom, embarrassingly wanted to walk in through the back door. When I turned around, I felt a gust of wind rushing in. Then, the sky turned around and slammed into the lightly covered door.

"Damn! Grandma, why is someone blocking the door!" In an instant, the classroom was so quiet that only a loud and vulgar echo could be heard.

A Heng was dizzy, and his soul was dissipated by the roar of "relying". When he raised his head, he saw the other party's mouth with eight big white teeth, and he was shocked. As if he was bleeding, A Heng finally got a sense of reality when he looked at the blood stains on his palms.

But the solidified atmosphere began to slow down, loud laughter rang out, boldly even began to booze: "Auntie, I'm getting older, take care of your body!"

The man rubbed his black hair, turned his head and cursed: "Fuck your mother! You are the aunt! Your whole family is the aunt!"

"Sindayi!" The female teacher on the podium swelled like a tomato, shivering with anger.

"Ah, it's Teacher Guo, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Don't be angry, you are so beautiful, and your face with pig waist is too unmatched, isn't it? Smile, ten years old!" The young hippie smiled, half It's ridicule and half sarcasm.

"You!! You give me back to my seat!!!"

"Yes!" The young man made a military salute, showing white dangling teeth, and then stretched out his hand abruptly in front of Ah Heng.

A Heng was stunned, and immediately began to sweat.

"Stunned what!" The young man grinned, grabbed Aheng's wrist, and pulled her up from the ground.

Then, before Aheng could not introduce himself, he inexplicably integrated into the new class.

The students in the class looked at Ah Heng calmly. The transfer students from the south were generally handsome and had a relationship at home. It was enough to know this. Everyone desperately squeezed into the third class in order to be admitted to a prestigious university. With the 18th generation of ancestors who care about others, it is better to do two more questions.

However, some evil fate was buried after all.

Sindayi, in the following ten years, had occasional convulsions and mixed grief and anger. He rubbed his head and pointed at Aheng and Yanxi with trembling fingers, wishing to spit out a jar of blood: "I live. After a short half of my life, I have made friends such as the river crucian carp and the Yellow River carp. Why did you meet the two of you Feizhi?!"

A Heng smiled with gentle eyebrows: "Really?"

Yanxi sneered and raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Hu Shubao, is it really difficult for you?!"

Dayi was angry: "Yeah, you can't call Laozi Hushubao!!!"

Yanxi opened her phoenix eyes wide, innocent and innocent: "How about Yueyuebao?"

Dayi burst into tears: "Is there a difference?"

Aheng thought for a moment, and answered seriously: "Yueyuebao is not as easy to use as Hushubao."

Dayi foamed at his mouth.

For Sindayi, Aheng and Yanxi together can definitely make him live a short life of 50 years, but if they are not together, it will probably make him live a short life of 100 years. Therefore, everybody cries out "Two little girls, if anyone cares about them, I will make the tofu stupid", but Da Yi vowed to lead the red line, even if he is an underground party, he will be ravaged by the enemy. Helped friends kick and beat, swearing "masochistic".

He snotted and teared: "You **** don't think it's easy for us. If it weren't for living another fifty years, Lao Tzu would rather use Yueyuebao as a diaper every day, regardless of the little shameless couple!!! "

Ahem, in general, Xin's Dayi, who has been circulated for a long time in the prestigious school Xilin, "snips Wen Heng and misses his life" is basically not a wild history.

After that day, when Ah Heng was in class, he smiled mildly when he saw people. He was not annoying at all. He always sat quietly in his seat, half-invisible.

Coincidentally, Sindayi, who hit her, happened to be sitting diagonally behind her, and she was not very talkative, but being poor can definitely choke a person to death. However, the girls like to find him poor again, and his face was half-red and purple with anger, but they didn't get angry. They just turned the topic around "Yanxi, Wen Siwan".

"When did Lao Tzu become their nanny?" The boy spoke sharply, with irony.

"Aren't you smiling with Yanxi and Wen Si?" The probing girl's face flushed.

A Heng was surprised, and the ball pen in his hand drew a chaotic line on the exercise book.

"Just that little mess, I said that I am afraid that your idols will be disillusioned! Sisters, where is the love? We have not been a paparazzi for many years." The young man rolled his eyes while waving his hands to drive others.

Aheng thought of the basin of water splashed on Si Wan and laughed.

"Sister, what are you so happy about?" The young man looked at the slightly shaking back in front of him inexplicably.

"It's okay." A Heng whispered, his voice was waxy.

"Why does this girl sound so awkward?" Sindayi whispered.

A Heng said lightly, closed his mouth, and continued to calculate the problem.

"Yeah! Why did I forget this!" The young man seemed to remember something. He patted the messy forehead, looked straight at the thin back in front of him with big eyes, then picked up a pencil and lightly poked it. Poke the girl, "What is your last name?"

"Wen Heng, me." A Heng turned around and looked at the boy's eyes quietly. The accent was still strange, but it carried something else.

"Sure enough, the surname is Wen." Sindayi somehow thought of another girl, her voice was octaves cold, and slowly, his pencil hand was released.

Although Sindayi was reckless and reckless when he was a child, he never bothered to do things that squeezed out others. Even if it was for Sier to make an exception, she definitely wouldn't vent her anger at an honest, earthy, unspoken little girl. It's a man, he has to take care of his own face, otherwise, in front of Yan Xi's servant, his Uncle Xin can't raise his head to be a man! ! !

He was irritated and suffocated his stomach, so he threw the book to a "bang".

A Heng felt vaguely related to her in his heart. Hearing the clear and rude sound, his heart became strangely calm. The brows were still gentle lines like distant mountains, but with a touch of fatigue.

That evening, when school was over, the secretary Xiao Li was waiting for Aheng and Si Wan in the parking lot nearby as usual. Si Wan is one grade higher than Aheng, and school is later.

When Si Wan came out, he looked calm, but suddenly, as if he had found something, he yelled in the direction of the stone pillar in disbelief, and waves accumulated in his eyes: "Er!"

A Heng's heart tightened, turning his head and looking around, he saw the silhouette of a thin, long-haired girl stunned by the stone pillar. She heard Si Wan's shout, but left in a panic.

At this time, Ah Heng hadn't thought about what exactly "Er" means, but a strange feeling was born in his heart, as if the answer he was searching for was right in front of him, but he suddenly lost all the desire to know.

"Er, don't go, can't you?" The empty school gate was clearly wrapped with a slight painful voice. Si Wan's slender fingers were slowly curled up, the ice blue shirt was stuck to the skin, and the corners of the clothes were a little deformed. That kind of grievance was frustrated in his heart and expressed like a child.

However, the girl who was intimately called "Er Er" walked forward unheard of, step by step, slowly straightening her back, becoming a white swan-like noble and elegant.

Wen Si Wan lost her tenderness and politeness, but did not catch up. He walked far away, leaned on the stone pillar, and came back after a long time, his eyes were red, and he looked at Ah Heng more politely and colder.

A cloud of fog seemed to fill Aheng's heart, vague, and he couldn't see what the world really looked like at first. Are they-Si Wan and the "Er" in his mouth, are they lost? Going in the opposite direction, walking so persistently, but losing direction.

And she exists, even if she hasn't done anything, as long as the surname is Wen, does it mean a kind of destruction?