A Heartwarming Decade

A Heng opened the window and looked at the icing under the eaves, with some strange unknowns in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, it was her second winter in City B. In the first year, I always felt that time was not passing fast enough; in the second year, I felt that it was too fast.

Yanxi received an email on the eve of winter vacation.

It was a gray and blue card, noble and low-key. It only said: "There is no snow in my home, Vienna will last this year, smile and enjoy, share a reward." In the middle, there was a ticket.

Yanxi's fingers reflected the color, so elegant and weird to be coquettish.

Aheng smiled and asked who he was.

Yanxi kept coughing, and it was winter when he caught a cold again. He coughed, his face was not flushed, and he was still pale: "Lu Liu."

That was the first time A Heng heard Lu Liu's name in Yan Xi's mouth.

Si Wan said that it was their childhood; Sindayi said that it was a teenager who could see many stars in his eyes; Sier said that it was her fairy brother; grandpa said it was a Even his thinking of Wan, Si Er, and A Heng are no better than a good boy.

However, she never heard Yanxi mentioned it. Even when others mentioned it, he just pretended not to hear it.

Aheng stuffed the glass with hot water into his palm and sighed, "Drink some water and talk again."

He bit the cup, thought about it, and murmured, "My good friend."

"What?" A Heng was confused.

Yanxi smiled and nodded, affirming her own statement: "I said Lu Liu is a good friend of mine."

"Oh."

Aheng took the ticket and looked over and over again: "It just happened to be the day we were on winter vacation."

Yanxi's brows are smiling, but the corners of her mouth are cold.

Aheng opened his mouth to ask something, but the doorbell rang, a bit sharp, in the cold and fragile winter.

She went to open the door, and Si Wan stood outside the door, wearing only a white T-shirt with a pale lip.

"Where do you come from, isn't it cold?" A Heng was a little surprised. With the temperature below zero, this dress was too weird.

The boy's face was ugly, he glanced at A Heng gently, and walked hurriedly to the living room, but stopped. He stared at the gray-blue card in Yanxi's hand, Yang Yang held the same card in his left hand: "Sure enough, you also received it."

Yanxi coughed, smiled, and raised her eyebrows: "Si Wan, Lu Liu invited us to Vienna for a vacation. Did he tell you that everything is inclusive of food, clothing, housing and transportation? Otherwise, I won't go."

Si Wan's expression converged, her slender hands placed in her trouser pockets, but she lowered her head to find that she was still wearing cotton slippers, and she smiled bitterly: "This is natural. When Lu Liu does things, how often does it make people feel uneasy? Not to mention, this time Aunt Lin will also go together."

Yanxi turned around, her tone slightly stagnant: "Won't she go back to America?"

Si Wan exhales: "It seems that everything is running well in the American branch. Aunt Lin hasn't seen Lu Liu for nearly two years, so I really miss it."

A Heng was sitting on the sofa, originally winding the ball of wool, but raised his eyes.

Is it again... two years?

Yanxi stopped talking, stood in front of the window, stretched out her hand, and printed palm prints one after another on her breath.

Si smiled at him. Although he felt wrong, he still asked, "Do you...want to go?"

Yanxi carelessly, her black hair frowned between her eyebrows: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter where you celebrate the New Year. It's just that you need to add a ticket."

"to whom?"

He made a nuisance, pointed at the sofa, and smiled, "Who else can? Aheng is not dead yet."

Si Wan looked in the direction of his fingertips, and the girl was sitting there quietly.

Before he... almost forgot her existence.

Aheng looked up, looked at Yanxi, and was slightly stunned: "Am I? I can't." She explained with a smile, "Daddy called me yesterday and said that he can't come back this year. Let me accompany him to celebrate the New Year."

Si Wan also smiled: "So fast? Dad only told the family yesterday that he would not be back for the New Year."

On the day of the winter vacation, the temperature dropped below zero, and it was frosty but there was still no snow, as Lu Liu said.

When she sent Yanxi to the door of her house, Sindayi urged him to get in the car because he was in a hurry to catch the plane. The boy walked to the car, remembered something, turned back, stood in front of the door, and looked for a long time.

"What are you looking at?" A Heng asked him, puzzled.

Yanxi smiled, squinted, and looked at the iron plate in front of him: "09-68, remember."

"Remember what?"

"Our house number."

"Remember what this does."

"In case I forget the way home..."

"It's boring." A Heng bent his lips, holding his hand but ran forward desperately, "Hurry up, I didn't see Dayi so anxious that his head smoked."

The paper bag on Aheng's right hand made a sound with the wind.

Yanxi pointed to the paper bag: "What is this?"

Aheng smiled, lowered his eyes, let go of his hand, handed him the paper bag, and opened his mouth to Sindayi whose head was sticking out of the car window: "Tayi, it's only two minutes."

Sindayi was helpless: "Don't you just go out for a few days, do you two have to be so hard to separate?"

A Heng took out the gray rabbit fur scarf from the paper bag and tiptoed gently, she was 1.73 meters, he was 1.79 meters, six centimeters, no matter the length, it was always a distance.

Yanxi's eyes were sparkling. The first sentence was not a surprise, but instead asked, "Does Si Wan have it? Does Dayi have it?"

Aheng replied perfunctorily: "Well, yes, I have given it all."

So the boy pouted.

She had a mischievous heart, took a lightly pigmented scarf, and surrounded his white neck with some dry lips. The dark flowers of sunflowers on the scarf bloomed brilliantly in the crisp air. There is also a pair of gloves, hung around the neck, still grey, with a small person with rabbit ears and big eyes hooked on it, childlike and cute.

Yanxi mumbled: "What, so naive."

Aheng smiled and said, "Are you mature? No, give me back."

Yanxi hugged the gloves, thief-proof: "It's my thing when I get to my site!" He complained, but he almost grinned out of the scarf.

"Damn! It's not over yet!" Xin Dayi was angry, dragged Yanxi into the car and waved to Aheng.

Yan Xi eyes wide open, shot cushion: "aunt, you do not got cheaper still cold, we gave you Ah Heng woven scarves, gloves, and you Ah **** beat you again go nuts expensive?!"

Sindayi tears: "Who the **** saw that dead girl's scarf and gloves! Just ask what I want, no more..."

Siwan reluctantly, drove, and left.

Yanxi's entire face was stuck to the rear window, her handsome face was instantly crushed, she smiled whitely, and slapped the car window hard: "Aheng Aheng, wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

A Heng was troubled and thought to himself, he finally sent the uncle away. Then, I thought badly, it would be better for Xiaoya to get lost in Vienna and come back later.

Then, she...want to strangle herself.

At the age of twenty-eight, she arrived in her father's city alone, but she didn't expect that the south was actually frozen, surprisingly cold.

Aheng took the train for nearly three days.

The mother originally wanted her to go by plane, but considering that A Heng hadn't taken a flight before, and there was no one to take care of a child, she could not rest assured, so she gave up.

She thought she was going to board a warship, but her mother laughed: "It's a child, where can you go to that kind of place."

Later, I learned that my father had taken annual leave, but a friend of the Southern Military Region had invited him for a long time, and it seemed that there was something important, so he stayed.

When she got off the train, she did not see her father far away, but saw a young man in a green uniform holding up a sign with dragons flying and phoenix dancing on it, two extremely beautiful and arrogant calligraphy: Wen Heng.

Afterwards, Ah Heng was ashamed every time she thought of it. She had never thought that her name could be written so sharply.

The young man, with a stout and arrogant posture, was dressed in military uniform and was full of vigor and dignity.

She walked up to him and hesitated how to introduce herself. After all, she was a stranger, a little embarrassed.

"Hello." Aheng smiled.

The boy didn't speak, and stared at her for a long time, as if he was about to see her through, and then said lightly: "You are Wen Heng? Wen Anguo's daughter?"

A Heng nodded and looked up at the boy, but he was taken aback.

He had acne, red and full of youth.

"Follow me." He turned around, leaving behind.

A Heng ya ya ya ya walked forward holding the box, smiled, and said nothing.

Anyway, it would not be a trafficker, she thought so at the time.

Of course, after reflecting on it, even myself wondered why at the time I didn't even ask other people's names and just followed.

This is... too good to be a lie.

Later, a few years later, the person became a grasshopper on a rope with her. When he always wanted to kick her off the rope, he would like to ask: "Wen Heng, you know where you are the most Annoying?"

She shook her head, naturally not knowing.

"Obile. I have never seen a woman as obedient as you!"

A Heng was a little depressed. No matter how obedient people are tired...

Along the way, A Heng tried to talk several times, but was stared back by the green uniform. Somehow, she remembered Yanxi's big eyes when she stared at someone, so she looked at the person with a smile that couldn't agree.

Alas, I'm afraid I will be treated as a neurosis.

She thought this way, and fell asleep groggyly against the car window.

Fortunately, this man is not a liar.

When she woke up, the first thing she saw was her father.

"A Heng, why did you sleep so heavily? Xiaobai carried you all the way back to the dormitory without waking up." Wen Anguo laughed at his daughter. This was the first sentence of the meeting.

Aheng was embarrassed and blushed for a long time before remembering: "Well, who is Xiao Bai?"

From behind Wen Anguo, a middle-aged man in military uniform walked out with a straight smile, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the military rank on his shoulders was shining.

"That kid who brought you back, my nephew." The man smiled, with heavy tobacco smoke on his body, as if he was addicted to cigarettes.

A Heng looked around and wanted to thank him, but there was no figure in the green uniform.

"Uncle, are you?" She also laughed, got up from the bed, and stood behind her dad properly.

Wen Anguo patted his daughter on the shoulder: "Please let us eat and drink, you Uncle Gu, the chief of staff of the military region, my good friend when I was in the military academy."

"Uncle Gu is good." A Heng smiled.

A Heng's life in the military region was a breeze. Dad and Uncle Gu always loved drinking together. Seeing that she was bored, the girls in the art troupe always took her to play crazy together. Everyone was of the same age, vaguely, and meant to be intimate.

They became soldiers at a young age and were much more mature than the girls in school. They always took Ah Heng patiently to adapt to the military's life style like a sister, and they were very intimate and warm. Just mentioning the boys I like, it's twittering, a ball of childishness.

Xiaobai is terrible! This is the conclusion they came to after talking about it.

Aheng was funny and asked them where the horror was.

"Appearance, character, IQ, and family background are all scary!"

This is their answer in unison.

Aheng was confused. The impression of that person was only the first glance, he looked cold and arrogant when he spoke, and the rest was blank.

Looks—"It's so terrible, horrible, right?"

Character-"He came to visit relatives for half a month and said to us less than ten sentences, isn't it scary?"

IQ-"The daughter of the eldest aunt of my hometown's third aunt went to a university with him. At the age of fifteen, he was admitted to the Department of Medicine of Z University. The IQ legend is 180, sisters..."

Family background-"His uncle is our chief of staff, and his dad is the dean of the Affiliated Hospital of Z University. If it weren't for that discounted face, sisters, gold card VIPs that are hard to find with a light bulb..."

The girls of the Art Troupe will always be powerful.

A Heng fluttered, laughing so much that he staggered.

Suddenly, everyone found something, and looked at her back and coughed hard, like being pinched. A Heng turned around, his smile hadn't faded yet but he saw the gossip hero in their mouth.

He was condescending and looked at her coldly for a long time, with small acne spots on his face bright and bright.

"Your mail." He handed her an email, turned around, and left.

A Heng feels guilty and feels that he shouldn't be behind others, being disturbed by other people, and making fun of this stranger.

How unkind...

"Xiao Bai, I'm sorry..." she shouted, earnestly apologizing.

The man originally walked arrogantly, and said "Xiao Bai", but it seemed as if the wind fire wheel was installed in an instant and he left. A Heng had an illusion that the sleeves of the green uniform were almost thrown off by him.

It turned out to be really scary!

Every five days, Aheng receives an email from Vienna.

The first letter, the snow-covered mountain, is crystal clear and pure. The boy, in a ski outfit, slightly arched body, compared to scissors hands, and wearing sunglasses, she was sure that he had a brilliant face. The letter wrote such words: "Aheng, the snow I gave you, from Vienna."

The second envelope, the golden music hall, the sound of the streamer, the solemn relief, men and women, colorful and elegant. There is no him in the photo, only a faintly visible corner of a white suit, embellished with the fragrance of the photo, stroke by stroke, delicate and serious: "A Heng, go home, I will play the piano for you."

The third envelope, the vines entwined the grape frame, layer by layer, the end that cannot be seen, a drop of dew clearly blooms in front of the eyes. Under the grape trellis was a group of young figures, one of them, in the sun, was so bright that it pierced her eyes. This one was scribbled and excited: "A Heng, I secretly drank the wine here. It is a state federal wine that has been hidden for 60 years."

The fourth seal, the exquisite and beautiful palace, flowing gold and bright, connected to the water, shining brightly. At that time, the New Year's fireworks were set off, and he pointed to the clock pointing to twelve o'clock, and shouted something to the camera. She can only see from the frozen text: "A Heng, happy new year, you have grown up one year old."

The fifth letter, the sky in Vienna is completely blue, warm and cunning like a baby, simple and clean. He said: "A Heng, I am going home. At first glance, I want to see you."

Then, she rubbed her eyes and faced her father, almost crying: "Dad, when will we go home and when will we go home......"

The year 2000 was the end of the century and the beginning of the century.