A Heartwarming Decade

That day, it was a late autumn weekend, even if there was a faint sunshine, it was still the autumn wind blowing the parasol trees.

Yanxi put down the gamepad in his hand, answered the phone, hung up, and hurriedly put on a beige windbreaker and began to rush out.

"Why are you walking in such a hurry without even eating?" Si Wan was a little silly. He and Yanxi played games all morning, and they were dizzy. Auntie Zhang urged them several times just now to let them go for lunch, but the battle situation was so tight that they couldn't get out.

"Eat!" Yanxi roared.

Si Wan was taken aback by the boy's loud voice.

Then, the child banged downstairs and complained as he ran: "Such annoying girl, my green fur monster was hung up by her phone just after she passed the eighteenth level. Wen Siwan, take your home The girl takes it away, I want to return the goods, return the goods!"

He wore his shoes crookedly, slipped smoke, faster than a rabbit, and disappeared.

That call was probably made by Ah Heng to let him go home for dinner. He smiled and frowned, and murmured helplessly: "Return the product? Are you willing?"

The life of the two people is still the same, not bad. Although Aheng's warm smile is the main theme of the story, Yanxi will definitely be scolded if he plays games until the food is cold.

"Today is the weekend, I am going to tutor the shrimp with homework in the afternoon." A Heng warmed up the meal and took his schoolbag to the hallway.

"When will you come back?" Yanxi's mouth was full, "Is it four o'clock?"

A Heng looked at his watch and frowned: "Not necessarily. I want to help Grandpa He see the stall for a while. But I must be back before dinner." Before he could answer, he hurried out of the house.

Yanxi watched Aheng leave the house intact and clean.

Later, Yanxi regretted it all the time. If I hadn't been at home all the time trying to make the green fur monster pass the eighteenth level. If only I could get to Grandpa He's booth earlier.

Although he knows he has a surly temper, in fact, there are not many times when he is really angry. However, that day, I wished to throw all my violence on those people.

In the afternoon, before it was four o'clock, he received a call with a serious voice: "You are Wen Heng's family, she has an accident..."

He was playing the game through the level at the time, absent-mindedly: "What are you talking about?" When he reacted, his head was already roaring, as if being poured with cold water from head to toe. He yelled at the man, feeling his heart and lungs trembling: "Damn, you say it again!"

The man was taken aback: "Uh... when she set up a stall, the brake of the tricycle broke and hit a Mercedes."

Yanxi had never noticed that his imagination was so rich. He even thought of the scene where A Heng was riding Grandpa He's tricycle and a four-wheeled high-speed monster crashing together: Onecarcomeonecargo, twocarpengpeng, and A Heng.

Like playing a movie in my head, I rewind many times.

"Which hospital?"

"Huh?" The man was inexplicable.

"I'll ask you where the **** hospital Aheng is!" He was holding the microphone, where his fingertips were wet with sweat.

"Please come to the ×× police station now. She is here." The man instinctively provokes the plague god, and he hung up the phone, wiping cold sweat.

When Yanxi rushed to the police station, his girl was squatting in the corner, her white face was dusty, she was aggrieved almost instantly when she saw him coming, and then she smiled and looked at him guiltily.

A big brimmed hat came over, a young policeman. "You are Yanxi, this girl asked me to inform you. Her three wheels hit a car parked by a man." The voice was the one who called home.

A Heng was a little embarrassed, and felt really troubled the young man: "Yanxi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Get up." He ignored the policeman and stared directly at Ah Heng, his big eyes almost covering half of his face.

A Heng hesitated and stood up.

"Where is it hurt?" He looked at her in a flat tone, not angry.

Aheng smiled cleanly, shaking his head and hiding his arms behind him.

"Stretch out your hand." Yanxi said, his heart arched, requiring careful and thoughtful guidance.

She smiled: "It's just a small wound, it doesn't matter."

Then Yanxi looked at her with big beautiful eyes, stubborn and stubborn.

A Heng sighed helplessly and stretched out his hand. There are two clear red and swollen blood marks on the back of the hand, and the skin is broken when the wrist is rubbed, and the bruise is obvious.

Then, he raised his head, but she smiled at him softly.

Behind him, a well-dressed man walked over with an imposing manner: "You are the family of this little girl? Her broken three-wheeler hit the Mercedes I bought, so what do you say!"

A Heng apologized and kept bowing: "Uncle, I'm sorry, the brakes broke. I didn't mean it, I'm really sorry."

The man was angrily: "Is it useful to say I'm sorry? What's the reason for a broken brake? Don't come out to set up a stall if the brake is broken!"

A Heng gently pulled the man's clothes and spoke carefully: "Uncle, don't be angry, I will pay you."

He shook A Heng's hand and looked at A Heng with a look of disgusting and dirty things, with an aggressive tone: "You are a poor stallholder, can you afford to pay? My Mercedes is a million-dollar Benz , It’s not your gangster! It’s not that I said you guys, even if they are poor, they don’t speak Mandarin well, and they don’t have any quality. Sooner or later, the whole B city will get dirty and stinky for you guys!"

Aheng lowered his head and said nothing.

The little police coughed a few times, feeling that this was over.

Yanxi grabbed the man by the collar, roared loudly, and the white finger bones were violent with blue veins: "What the **** are you! Isn't it just a big run? What kind of extravagance and what kind of money are there with Laozi!" Let alone a Mercedes-Benz, my girl just ran into a BMW, Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Bugatti Veyron, or four of them crashed together. See if I can afford it!"

The man was frightened and spoke a little uncomfortable. He pointed to the little policeman: "Comrade police, look at the quality of this man, don't care about it... don't care!"

Yanxi's face was flushed red, wheezing and wheezing: "I have this quality, what's the matter! Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu's father, Lao Tzu's grandfather are all from City B. Eight generations of my ancestors are from City B. What's the matter with this quality! What the **** are you here to be from City B? When Lao Tzu and Grandpa fought to liberate City B, you might as well know where to bite the mud!"

The man was dumbfounded, and he had never seen a man's mouth so powerful.

The little policeman was also taken aback and felt that it was a big deal. He walked between the two of them and said to Yanxi: "My buddy, you let go, pass it!"

Yanxi sneered, but clenched her hands tighter: "A good girl, she went out to set up a stall, and in a blink of an eye she suffered a body injury and was bullied by you. Which one has cursed Lao Tzu? !"

Seeing that the man was caught in Yanxika's tie, the little policeman became anxious and pointed at Yanxi with a baton: "You let go, hurry up!"

Yanxi dragged the policeman's baton and threw it to the ground, looked at him contemptuously, and said in a louder voice: "If you don't apologize to my girl today, I won't let it go!"

The little policeman was also annoyed: "Do you want to attack the police?"

"I'm still attacking the police, how do you like it!" Yanxi turned her head, glanced at A Heng, then glanced at the gray coat, but her eyes were inexplicably red. "My girl is not immune to this scumbag and can't stand it. This grievance!"

Aheng was anxious: "Yanxi, let go, let go!"

Yanxi was silent for a few seconds, staring at his girl seriously, gentle and awkward.

"Yanxi, I'm not wronged, I'm not wronged at all." Aheng looked at Yanxi's eyes, softly, dumbfounded, his nose was uncomfortable.

Pop, pop. The full tears fell for an instant without resignation.

Yanxi was stunned and let go, he walked up to Ah Heng and took her into his arms. Then, Aheng buried his head in the arms of the boy, crying and choking like a child, presumptuous and indulgent.

The young man just rubbed her tears awkwardly with his fingers, patted her back with the other hand, and teased her gently: "Since you are not wronged, why are you crying?"

Aheng continued to slap his tears off, sniffing his nose, with a screaming nasal sound: "I don't know, I didn't feel wronged, but I was wronged when I saw you."

Who knows, I didn't feel wronged, but I just saw you.

"I'm still wronged. My green-haired monster is hanging up for you again!" Yanxi smiled, her face turned earth-shaking, but her eyes were even more red.

What a big deal, how strong you and me, but easily defeated by each other.

In his spare time, he is always thinking constantly.

In the past ten years, there are not a few people who have bumped into each other. Even if he and her are not together, they will still live actively according to their understanding. Even occasionally fortunately, because they are not together, the great grievances will not be defeated.

Therefore, the girl with black hair and black eyes who loves to wear gray clothes, who has been living alive in her own life, is a gentle thorn that cannot be pulled out under her eyes. Occasionally, because of her grievance, that thorn was touched, and her eyes would be equally red. God knows that some things obviously didn't touch him, but because it was her grievance, it would become his grievance so unconditionally and simply.

It was like a flu infection, from her to him, she smiled tolerably, but he couldn't help but upset this grievance because of the sting in his eyes. Only by asking for it back from others, staying still, and stopping, let her panic and coax him to forget all the unhappiness, it seems that the real appearance of termination.

Then, the thorns were like tentacles, and they retracted silently, clearing his eyes, and then stopped.

Sunny after rain.