A Heartwarming Decade

Chapter 7: Braised pork with rice

Since that day, Si Wan has deliberately kept a distance from Ah Heng, which is different from the tepidness before, and now has a taste of escape.

A few days later, Mrs. Zhang brought A Heng to buy autumn clothes, saying it meant thinking about Wan.

A Heng frowned and said to Sister Zhang: "Grandma, I..."

Sister Zhang has lived for most of her life, and she patted A Heng's hand to comfort her: "I know you are not hostile to Sier, but you don't understand. That child is fine."

Aheng looked at the somewhat helpless face of Sister Zhang and had to be silent.

Sier, it must be very good.

A Heng thought for a while, his heart was heavy, as if he had fallen into a rock, pressed against his heart, and he was panicked.

She was separated from the world by a door called "Winsell".

However, life is always going to go on. Who stipulated that the wrong beginning will inevitably lead to the wrong ending?

A Heng took a breath and slowly suppressed the swelling sadness in his heart.

In her eyes, the world outside Wushui Town is a different life, with one's own expectations, but because of being squeezed by reality, it turns into another comical appearance. Some are lonely, some are lonely, but there must be a reason to merge with hope.

Often, the process of quest is called "survival."

The first rain of autumn followed the fall of red leaves, which wetted the white houses. At the beginning of the sunny day, through the window, the cool air came with the freshness of the mud washed away.

Aheng kept doing physics problems in the room, so dizzy, he walked to the window and leaned out. All around is quiet, only the dryness of the autumn wind rolling in the leaves, making the maple rustle.

Aheng leaned his elbow and looked into the distance, but was startled by the sharp chirp of the top of his head.

Looking up, on the white gravel roof, there is a parrot with green and blue fur, small hooks with small claws, blood stains on it, and small black eyes, looking pitifully at the window, looking at Ah Heng.

A Heng looked at the little parrot, knowing that it must have been injured and trapped on the eaves. So, she held the window with her left hand, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out her right arm, only to find a palm gap.

"Hey, wait for me." A Heng felt a little apologetic, wondering if the birds in City B only speak Beijing movies, and I don't know if they can understand their own Mandarin.

As a result, the little parrot suddenly screamed: "Stewed meat! Stewed meat!"

Braised pork?

Aheng was surprised, and didn't know if the bird could understand it, she smiled hard at its small shiny eyes, turned and ran away.

Si Wan heard an urgent knock on the door, rubbed his eyes and opened the door. Seeing Ah Heng, he was embarrassed first, then blushed, and said gently: "What's the matter?"

A Heng opened his mouth and said, "The braised pork is injured and cannot come under the eaves."

With a huge mental power, plus eight points of guilt, Si Wan said with a stunned expression: "Oh, the braised pork is injured and stuck on the roof, can't get off, right?"

A Heng was sweating in his forehead, but when he saw Si Wan perplexingly agreeing to her, he laughed, and the suffocation that had been hidden in his heart also disappeared. She pulled the corner of Si Wan's clothes, hurriedly led him to her room, leaned out the window, and pointed to the trembling, pitiful bird on the eaves.

"Stewed meat! Stewed meat!" The little parrot screamed when she saw Si Wan, her bright little eyes tearful and aggrieved.

"Ah! Braised pork rice!" Si Wan blurted out. The boy was initially hesitant for three minutes, but after seeing the little parrot, he took off his shoes and climbed up the window for an instant.

"Aheng, hold your hand." Si Wan frowned, bowed down, and approached the little parrot carefully along the window. However, the posture was really tiring, and when he reached out to ferry the little parrot, his body disappeared.

A Heng hurriedly stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Si Wan's calf, raised his head and looked at the boy, without blinking his eyes, an inexplicable tension in his heart.

The little parrot was also obedient, jumping slowly to the palm of Si Wan's palm.

The young man turned around and was surprised to see A Heng's arms around him, his posture was so serious that he wanted to follow him. He watched, stunned, thought it was funny, laughed, and jumped off easily.

A Heng also laughed and picked up the little parrot, showing a bit of childishness in his quiet eyes.

"Do you know it?" A Heng looked for gauze and helped the little thing soak the blood stains. He looked pitiful and yelled softly, as if he was acting like a baby.

"Yes." Si Wan nodded, took out the phone and was about to dial, but heard the door bell downstairs.

"Hey, no, the master is here." Si smiled, showing his teeth, white and neat.

A Heng smoothed the bird's hair gently and looked at it affectionately, thinking that the little thing is really pitiful. The owner must have been so careless that he got it out of the cage and was injured.

The boy went out of the room to greet the guests. In half a minute, Aheng heard the sound of banging up the stairs and restless slapstick laughter.

A breeze blew by, and she looked up and saw the beautiful boy.

"You?" She started, somewhat reckless.

"Are you?" The boy's voice was lazy, with a thick, hardened boyishness.

He doesn't remember Aheng anymore.

"Aheng." Si Wan licked his lips and said.

"Oh." Yanxi nodded and glanced at Wen Heng plainly, but smiled nonchalantly.

He lowered his head and saw the little bird in Aheng's hand. His eyes became bright instantly, and his slender, white fingers poked the little thing's head fiercely: "You run around, you're guilty. Hey, he hurt his paw , Deserve it!"

The little parrot is extremely psychic, looking at the teenager, with a grieved expression, his little wings holding his little head, and her small black eyes with tears.

Yanxi smiled, her delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, her domineering and unreasonable but vivid, she opened her mouth and cursed: "Should you not pretend to be pitiful in front of the young master. Fan!" Then, the beautiful hand grabbed the wing of the little parrot, trying to pick it up.

A Heng looked distressed, and took a step back with the little parrot, the boy's hand was empty.

"It hurts!" A Heng raised his head, looked at the slender and tall young man, holding his arms around the little parrot and protecting the calf, opening his mouth.

Yanxi was stunned, and stepped back, nodded, and the uncle kicked Wen Siwan beside him.

Siwan touched his nose aggrievedly, and gently said to A Heng: "This bird was raised by Yanxi. He always loves it the most and will not hurt it."

Yanxi sneered and kicked Si Wan's ass: "Master, I don't hurt this dead thing! When the fattening is up, I will stew the Yadang perfect tonic soup!"

When the bird heard it, lying in Aheng's arms, Mao's branches rose, his claws stiffened, and he wiped out his tears and pretended to die in despair.

Aheng understood the meaning of Si Wan's words, and knew that his dog had crossed the boundary with the mouse, and was a little embarrassed, so he let go and held the bird to Yanxi.

The teenager took the little parrot, smiled triumphantly, and the little red flesh of his gums came out: "Dead things, go home and serve the young master at home!"

Aheng moved to Si Wan and asked in a low voice, "Family law?"

Thinking of smiling, he lowered his voice: "Probably Yanxi plugs her ears and plays the violin against the little thing!"

A Heng let out an "Oh" and looked at Si Wan with a deep smile.

Si Wan knew what she had remembered, and his face couldn't hold back and flushed, he coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "Axi, when do you buy a birdcage? Braised pork rice is always running around. It's not because of injuries. A way."

A Heng is a little confused, why don't people in city B buy bird cages for raising birds?

"Don't buy it." The teenager's black hair was finely fragmented, and an elegant and lazy arc was drawn in his ear.

"It is it, I am me, people have freedom, and birds have freedom. Apart from giving him food and clothing, I have not done anything else. Why should I deprive him of his freedom?"

Si Wan was dumbfounded.

Yan Xi glanced at him lightly, of course, confidently.

Aheng smiled. She found that Si Wan could easily become weak in front of Yanxi. This was the case when we first met, and it is the same today.

Later she learned that there is a word in this world called "qi field".

And this word was born by Yanxi.

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