A Heartwarming Decade

He planned a trip alone, and set off at the end of the year for seven days.

Before leaving, and Aunt Wen promised to return to Wen's house for the New Year. She must be afraid that he would face the whole white building alone, and feel lonely on the reunion day.

Yanxi laughed, what's the matter? The death of Uncle Wen can be seen as a blow to the mother-like person in front of him.

She asked him about the schedule, and Yanxi said to go to the south.

Desolate eyes looked at him.

Yanxi sighed and hugged softly: "Auntie, there is more than that city in the south, don't worry." He lowered his head slightly, and his slender fingers fell along the hairline. He said flatly, "Auntie, don't force me anymore. "

Such a huge pink bag has been abandoned for a long time. When Yanxi packed her luggage, she was inexplicably happy and excited, like a child's spring outing. It has not been so leisurely for a long time.

Putting Tagore's "Asuka" in the pocket of his fat coat, he fell asleep on the plane wrapped in a blanket.

Woke up, looked at the beautiful flight attendant, whistled softly, really admired, but forgot to be frivolous.

He said: "I drink coffee, no sugar, no creamer, thank you."

Then, I watched the flight attendant re-cooking coffee with a stinking face.

The little baby in the arms of the young mother beside him was crying, not stopping at all, the passengers in the other seats looked around with displeased eyes.

The young mother was very embarrassed with the baby bottle in her hand, and asked Yanxi, "Can you hold him for me? He is hungry, and I need to make it for him."

Yanxi was taken aback, smiled and said, "Okay."

"Two hands, be careful, yes, hold him like this." The young mother told her and left with the bottle.

Yanxi hugged the soft and small body, her fingers stiff, her big eyes lowered, and she stared at the baby.

The baby sees big eyes, so big, so big eyes, it's not her mother, oooooooo, mother, mother... she cried heartily.

Yanxi grimaced, crossed her eyes, puffed her cheeks, and teased the doll. The baby continued to cry, crying so that her nose and eyes were wrinkled, so she was wronged or wronged.

He is speechless, cry again, cry again and eat you.

The young mother trot over and stuffed the pacifier into the doll's mouth. Gudong Gudong.

The doll looked at her big eyes, sweaty and stared, her black and white eyes blinked and blinked, forgot to cry, burped milk, giggled, and stretched out her little hand to grab his hair.

Yanxi remembered the chocolate candy in her pocket, took it out, peeled it, and placed it on the doll's lips.

Little Wawa licked and laughed, her mouth dripping on Yanxi's finger. Yanxi smiled: "Why do you love to laugh so much?"

The young mother also laughed: "His nickname is just a smile."

Yanxi hugged the doll and meditated: "Well, I will have a son in the future, so I will call him Wahaha and make him laugh every day."

The mother laughed: "Your child will cry in the future."

Yanxi handed the doll to his mother, folded her hands behind her neck, smiled lightly, and closed her eyes: "This way, it seems that life is worth looking forward to."

Of course, it turns out that a few years later, he held his doll and shouted Wahaha. The children’s shoes basically ignored him. He would just stare at the new toy in his hand with big eyes, poking and poking, feeling fun holding the toy. Kiss, kiss the dad who is holding the toy; it's no fun, throw it under your feet, stagger it, and despise it.

He went to many places, following the traces he had walked many years ago.

Dockyard, Meihua, Yujia, Bibo, Wushui, small town, Chenghuang Temple.

He ate the white sugar pudding that he had eaten many years ago, and saw the child wearing a tiger-head cap and the Linjia Tofu Workshop, which had already stained his handwriting.

When he walked to the Chenghuang Temple, the blind fortune teller asked him to draw lots. He thought about it and said no.

Seeking wealth, peace, and marriage seem to be major events, but it seems sad to leave them all to Tianding.

The sky is easy to grow old, let alone life.

Life is short, how many years, it is better not to realize that it is not yourself who mentioned yourself.

Yanxi stood in front of the dignified clay statue of Baoxiang and surrounded by fireworks. He pointed to the crimson buddha beads, folded together, and bowed three times.

What do you want?

Family wealth, Gongsun Wanghou, Baima Qingqiu.

For thousands of years, everyone is like this, and the words may not be changed to one or two characters.

He raised his beautiful eyebrows, and smiled: "May the person I miss is thousands of miles away from the ominous person, and will never see each other and be safe every year."

Stay away from the people who brought her all bad luck and suffering.

As long as the years are safe.

Even if... never seen.

Sitting next to the Buddha statue, chanting sutras and guarding the lamp, the young man in monk clothes buried in the shadow opened his eyes slightly and glanced at him, smiling, with delicate eyebrows and a bookish air: "Donor, it's not appropriate, it's not appropriate."

Yanxi sneered: "This little master, first wipe the scum on the corner of your mouth before training us mortals."

The boy in monk clothes "Oh", generously dusted the scum on his clothes and mouth, and carefully wrapped the unfinished sugar cake into his cuffs. He didn't realize that there was anything wrong with his actions. He smiled and said, "The donor , It's wrong, it's wrong."

Yanxi twitched: "Do you have anything else?"

The young man in monk clothes seemed to have boundless spring flowers in the corner of his eyes. He spoke softly, and the words were clear: "Looking at Lao Na, since the words in the donor's mouth are ominous, they must be harmful to others and themselves, and he should be kicked to the 18th floor. People in hell, why bother to worship Buddha? Why don't I sell you a scarecrow, how about you hit him a few times every day to make him feel bad?

Yanxi: "Thank you, Master, for your concern, no more..."

The young man's face was unhealthy white, but he smiled so much: "You're welcome, you're welcome."

The top of the shaved hair, but there is no commandment point.

Aheng had a dream. She had a lot of fireworks in her hand, and when I lit them, they only smoked but did not bloom.

When I woke up, there was a thunderous sound of firecrackers outside the window.

Oh, it's already New Year's Eve.

"A Heng, you're awake. Get up, my mother has cooked a lot of **** and red beans, but they are delicious." Xiao Wu smiled and leaned out from the bedroom.

A Heng smiled: "Trouble auntie. I have trouble enough for my fifth sister's house during the Chinese New Year."

Xiao Wu waved his hand: "Why do you have so much nonsense for the Chinese New Year?" He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled, "A Heng, are you still used to sleeping in my house?"

A Heng was putting on a sweater, and through the sweater, he nodded vigorously: "I slept well."

During the winter vacation, the eldest sister, third sister, Xiaosi, and Xiaowu looked at her as if they were facing a big enemy, they were burdened with scissors, hammered and hammered for a long time, and made a decision. A Heng followed Xiao Wu for the New Year.

As a result, Ah Heng followed Xiao Wu and returned to City B.

Xiao Wu's family is in City B. Both parents are civil servants. The family is in a good condition. There is only Xiao Wu and an only child. She is usually doting and treats Ah Heng very well. Especially when Xiao Wu said that A Heng and her have similar interests, they liked A Heng even more.

The so-called hobby, cough, refers to the persistent love for DJYan children's shoes, even if a person has a girlfriend, even if the girlfriend is beautiful, he can leave two children a few blocks away.

Xiao Wu said: "A Heng, do you know that DJ Yan has an audience meeting this afternoon."

Aheng wondered: "Didn't it mean that he went to travel? Sometime these two days, I was a DJ on behalf of other people."

Xiao Wu said: "It seems that I came back yesterday. Haha, man, tears are running, I can finally see you, man!"

A Heng smiled: "Auntie is not enough to make dumplings this afternoon, I will not go. Go ahead and take a few more group photos."

Xiao Wu touched the child's head: "I don't have a fever." Huang Aheng, "Aheng Aheng, it's DJYan, DJYan, your favorite DJYan!"

A Heng laughed: "My favorite is Yan Xi, not DJ Yan."

The aunt outside the door called the two children to eat glutinous rice balls, Aheng walked out in response, leaving Xiao Wu frowned and touched his chin: "Is there a difference?"

DJYan, Yan Xi.

Xiao Wu was spoiled at home and didn't know how to do housework. He was kicked out within three minutes of entering the kitchen. She pouted and ate the grapes, not convinced: "Mom, that's my sixth sister, it has nothing to do with you, why do you always steal my people, you!"

Xiao Wu's mother closed the kitchen door heavily and left a sentence: "With A Heng, I can't help you!"

Xiao Wu was angry, and he held the remote control to vent his anger, and shook his dad who was watching TV so dizzy: "Go go, go find your low-level language, stop making people."

"What, it's DJYan, DJYan, dad, you hate it too!"

A Heng was making dumplings in the kitchen. He heard Xiaowu's conversation with Xiaowu's father, and laughed as he listened. She said: "Auntie, the fifth sister is so good at school, everyone likes her very much."

Xiaowu's mother sighed: "No way, no way, it's too amusing, I have a headache when she comes home."

A Heng laughed again: "Sister Wu always tells me that she loves to eat dumplings you make the most. One bite from the south is not enough."

Xiaowu's mother is a hearty person, smiling from ear to ear: "Sure, Auntie made it today. You can eat more."

The two of them pulled home, very harmonious. I think Xiao Wu told his parents in advance. Xiao Wu's mother was quite a taboo about A Heng's family, for fear that anything wrong would hurt A Heng's heart.

A Heng was grateful in his heart, and talked to Xiao Wu's mother about all kinds of interesting things about Xiao Wu's life in school, and speaking of it, watching the auntie's face became more relieved, the eyes softened.

This kind of yearning, between mother and daughter, is too subtle, and it is always endless joy to hear the clues from outsiders that the closest daughter is growing up.

Although Ah Heng couldn't fully understand, there was always a vague pain in his heart, not serious, but from time to time, it hurts like acupuncture.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Xiao Wu called, and the noise on the other side could hardly hear her: "Oh oh oh oh, Aheng, I forgot to take my signature book, bring it to me... hey... Don't squeeze, squeeze my old lady to fight with you-radio, hurry up, Aheng..."

Then, cut off the phone.

Aheng froze, signed this?

Papa ran to Xiaowu's room, and there was a brand new hard-skinned autograph book on the desk. Inside it was Xiaowu's mood diary about DJ Yan.

A Heng found a diary: "Uncle and aunt, I'll go there. You can order dumplings first, and wait for my fifth sister and me to come back."

Xiaowu’s father said, “Hey, don’t worry, Aheng, take my mobile phone and contact home if you have anything to do.”

A Heng nodded and went into chaos when he went downstairs to find that he was only wearing a sweater. It was still snowing outside, and she was afraid that Xiao Wu would be anxious, and she could not go back to wear a coat, so she hired a taxi and galloped all the way.

There were not many people at the entrance of the radio station. I asked the security guard to find out that the audience was on the ninth floor.

The elevator in the lobby was vacant, and Ah Heng walked in with a sigh of relief. People passing by didn't take the elevator. For some reason, he didn't think about it and pressed the switch.

Just after the eighth floor, there was a shaking, and Aheng hadn't reacted yet, but all the lights in the elevator went out in an instant. As if it had fallen, the elevator rumbled and got stuck in the track.

She grabbed the handrail, but looked up in darkness.

Smile bitterly, what is it called, being stuck in the elevator, maybe the front page headline tomorrow: The DJYan audience meeting will be very grand, and the unknown fans will be crazy about the stars...

Pressed the emergency button, the child honestly said in the dark: "I'm stuck in the elevator, can you come to rescue me?"

Opposite: "I don't know if the elevator of the radio station is easy to break? You just reported to the logistics department to change the elevator two days ago. Why are you trapped in?"

Aheng: "I don't know, I am not from your radio station."

Opposite: "The white strips on the elevator, have you seen it, it is forbidden to use it!"

Aheng: "I really didn't see it."

The other side is impatient: "That's OK, you can wait a moment."

Aheng said, "Can you hurry up, I have something to do."

The other side said: "Wait."

Aheng: "Oh."

Shrinking into the corner, a dark, confined space, she remembered the secret room murder case in "Detective Conan" she had watched a long time ago, and she was in a cold sweat.

Then, wait for half an hour.

Then, the child became anxious and felt that he could not wait any longer. If he waited any longer, the fifth sister would kill her. So he took out Xiaowu's father's mobile phone and searched in the elevator for a long time before two signals appeared.

Call Xiaowu and she said, "Fifth sister, can you borrow someone else's paper first? I won't be there for a while."

Xiao Wu is still very noisy: "A Heng, where are you now?"

A Heng was depressed: "I am stuck in the elevator between the eighth and ninth floors."

"What?!" Xiao Wu screamed. She had just been lined up and turned away when she heard A Heng's words. As a result, there were crowds of people behind, and they were too crowded. Instead, she was stepped on several feet.

Xiao Wu was angry, and Hedong Lion Roar: "All the **** get out of me!"

Everyone was stunned.

Yanxi, who was lowering her head to sign, also raised her head, frowned, and looked at her plainly: "This lady, what's wrong?"

Xiao Wu: "Ah, you...ask me?" Xingxing looked at him, shy, and squeezed, "Um... it's okay, it's... my sister... uh... trapped in the elevator."

It's not easy to speak.

Aheng heard clearly on the other side of the phone, tears running.

What a five sisters who have forgotten friends!

Yanxi coughed lightly, and instructed the assistant beside him, and spoke to Xiao Wu calmly and politely: "Don't worry, I've already told the repair department, it will be done soon, please comfort the lady."

Hearing Yanxi's voice in the distance, Aheng ran in tears again.

Xiao Wu had tears on his face: "Liu'er, did you hear me? DJYan helped us report the situation. The above will not forget us, don't be afraid, huh?" In a tone of persuading the underground party to justify.

A Heng laughed: "I know, I haven't eaten the big dumplings made by Auntie yet."

After a long silence, licking her lips, Aheng asked her: "Fifth Sister, Yanxi... Is his expression okay?"

On the small five observation platform, blushing and heartbeat: "Oh my god, let me tell you, he is wearing a white suit jacket, blue sweater, and D&G silver chain today. That one is handsome, that is... the real person looks too thin. ."

A Heng was originally dressed in thin clothes, and the air in the elevator was thin, and his body was very sleepy. He shrank into a ball: "Fifth Sister, in a moment, you and Yanxi will take a picture. I want to see what he looks like."

Xiao Wu heard A Heng's voice getting smaller and smaller, and was anxious: "Don't sleep, I will let them urge you again."

Aheng smiled and said, "Okay."

After another half an hour, the elevator remained silent.

Xiao Wu was mad and shouted directly at Yan Xi: "DJ Yan, you can't help being kind, my sister has been trapped in the elevator for an hour! This is the ninth floor, and the ninth floor. If there are three long and two short, your radio will not pay pay?"

Suddenly remembering something, she said, "Or...or DJYan, talk to my sister to cheer her up, she usually likes you the most."

Yanxi frowned, motioned to her assistant to remind him again, stretched out her slender hand to hold Xiaowu's phone, and said softly, "Hello, hello, this is Yanxi."

A Heng was silent. Hearing Yanxi's voice, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, and his eyebrows were bent.

Yanxi did not hear the other party's answer, and increased the volume: "Are you okay? Please answer me, I am Yanxi."

A Heng’s lips were dry, he closed his eyes lightly, and whispered: "I know you are Yanxi, really, so noisy."

Yanxi was stunned, all the blood rushed to the scalp, clenched her phone, gritted her teeth: "What did you say?"

Aheng said, "Long time no see, Yanxi."

The fingers, nose, and lips all seemed to be ice, but the tears at the corners of the eyes were hot.

long time no see.

Yanxi took a breath, expressionless, bowed to the audience below, and said lightly: "Sorry everyone, this is the end of today."

Turn around, stride, and walk towards the elevator.

It was a cold door, and every strand of his hair could be seen clearly.

Inside the door, outside the door.

He shouted: "Aheng!"

Such a loud voice.

A Heng gently supported the handrail to stand up, his legs were cold, and he had lost consciousness.

In the dark, four directions, hit the wall, look for it, touch it again, and touch the gap in the door. There is no glimmer of light.

She suddenly felt desperate, and every drop of blood was overflowing with fear.

She said, "Yanxi, I can't see you."

Ah Heng slapped the door, but couldn't restrain his emotions anymore and cried heavily.

"Yanxi, where are you? I can't see you!"

Tears instantly fell in Yanxi's eyes, and she slammed the door with her hands. He said, "Be good, be good, don't cry, wait another minute, no, ten seconds."

Fingers stuck in the cracks of the door, hard, violently hit, oozing blood.

A Heng clicked his tears and choked, "Yanxi, I miss you very much, but I don't dare to think."

Yan Xi roared: "Who the **** doesn't let you think about it, I killed him!"

The blood that blurred his hands dripped down the smooth door mirror.

The assistant and repairman who rushed to hurriedly pulled him away.

Yanxi clutched the repairman's collar, her eyes were bloodshot, and she said coldly: "It's my life in the elevator, you can figure it out!"

The voice seemed to come from hell.

The repairman was sweating and remotely controlled the elevator, and the elevator made a huge boom. Yanxi's hands were dripping with blood, her big eyes staring at the elevator door.

Ten seconds away.

The signal light finally came on.

Ding.

The door slowly opened, seeming to finally dissipate all the distance of time and space.

That girl, his girl who cried like a little cat, finally returned to his embrace.

He hugged her and realized that he had lived so bleakly without her these years. This kind of desolation is not the desolation of not being able to eat ribs, but the desolation of never seeing people who make ribs.

When I met each other, I was young and ignorant, and I didn't know what lovesickness was. When there was no one in the dream, I realized that her appearance was drawn into his mind thousands of times and lived with time.

He wanted to say: "Aheng, I'm really hungry."

However, when the tears fell, they couldn't make a sound.