A Heartwarming Decade

Starting from November 18th, the test took two days.

The subject is not very simple, time is tight, and Aheng just rang the bell when he finished writing the last word. She ran to her husband and told her how she was doing the question. Mr. Li helped her judge that the basic French was probably wrong in two small places, and everything else was fine.

Mr. Li himself is a detached house, with bamboo planted in front of the study, and the kitchen is in the yard, a separate room.

She has always been alone, and her only fun at home is reading.

The cabinet is full of camphor smell, and there are many cheongsams in the collection, which were passed to her by her husband and mother. One of the red ones is a rose flower picked by golden thread. It looks beautiful in the cabinet, and the red face is locked, vaguely lonely.

Mr. Li handed her a cup of black tea and said with a smile: "This is the wedding gown my mother sewed for me. Unfortunately, she went without waiting for me to wear it."

A Heng stared at the closet blankly, glanced at her husband, questioning eyes. Mr. Li nodded slightly before she reached out and touched the cheongsam lightly. It was smooth and gentle, soft and fragrant, like a woman's skin.

A Heng asked: "Why don't you marry?"

Mr. Li smiled: "How do you know that I am not married? I was married, in 1973, just got married and left."

Aheng asked: "Why?"

Mr. Li is over half a hundred years old, but his skin is still well maintained, but it has no elasticity, like a flower that blooms to the fullest, with only defeat left.

She faintly said: "At the time, I was still teaching in a high school. I was not well-formed and belonged to the black five category. My mother was the daughter of a wealthy businessman. In 1970, she was forced to confess and died of illness. Later I changed. Name, I left my hometown, came to teach in City H, and met my lover. He is my colleague. He is from a good family background and is a poor peasant for generations. We just finished our marriage certificate at that time, and my parents-in-law didn’t like me, so I informed me , I was caught in a fight, shaved and beaten. They forced my lover to divorce me, and then my lover wrote a divorce letter."

A Heng sounded uncomfortable, but Mr. Li was calm, his expression was gentler only when he mentioned his husband.

Aheng asked: "What then? Do you hate your husband very much?"

Mr. Li stroked the white hair and smiled faintly: "Everyone is gone, what do you hate?"

Aheng was surprised: "He..."

Mr. Li said: "The day after he finished writing the divorce letter, he hanged himself at home."

She smiled with tears in her eyes: "Later I was released. When I returned home, there was nothing except the cheongsam in the cabinet. The red cheongsam I wore when I got married was torn by those people before. , The one you see now is stitched with golden thread by my hand before my love goes."

A Heng looked at the cheongsam, and looked carefully, the golden rose on it was indeed stitched out one by one, which cleverly covered the previous fragmentation. Mr. Li looked at Ah Heng: "Silly boy, why are you crying?"

Aheng touched his face with tears. She murmured: "Sir, if I were you, I would definitely hate him, why don't you live well, well... live."

Mr. Li laughed: "When we got married, he still said to me: ‘Li Qiang, we don’t separate our white heads.’ In a blink of an eye, my hair is gray, where is he? I want to hate, no one can hate.

"I guess, he just loves too much, and loves to a dead end.

"But why did you lie?"

The white head is inseparable.

The dormitory building was to be closed during the winter vacation. A Heng applied for an international student dormitory, which was not closed, and there was a canteen downstairs, which was very convenient.

There are many night owls among the foreign students who don't sleep and open parties in the middle of the night. They are very familiar with each other. When they see her, they ask her what her English name is.

Aheng said, "I don't have an English name."

So they spared no effort and called her Winnie affectionately.

Shouted like Tom, Jerry and Harry Potter. It just doesn't sound good, Winnie, like a chick who has been plagued.

In the middle of the night, I often heard Bang Bang's knock on the door.

"Winnie, hey, Winnie, borrow a lighter."

"Winnie, Winnie, butter, is there any butter?"

"Winnie, Winnie, do you have a corkscrew?"

"Winnie, Winnie, you...Don't stare at me, okay, can you barbecue?"

"Winnie, Winnie..."

Aheng vomited blood: "I said "teardrops" and "cut heads". There is a grocery store downstairs. There is a stall for roasting lamb three steps out of the school. Our Xinjiang compatriots in China grilled it, which is very authentic."

The yellow-haired Tom, who often knocks on the door to borrow things, blushed. Behind him a red-haired and freckled girl appeared and laughed boldly: "Hey, Winnie, it’s not a barbecue or a loan, just ask if you want Join our party and ask if you have a boyfriend by the way."

Aheng muttered, where is this problem by the way?

She raised her head and smiled slightly and said, "I'm a little sleepy, let's go another day. As for my boyfriend, um, we broke up. I wish you all have fun, cough, if you dance with a lower voice, it will be better."

Then, closed the door.

On the 30th of the new year, A Heng bought some meat, vegetables and noodles, and wanted to make some dumplings by himself.

As a result, as soon as they got out of the pot, the group of foreign students upstairs ran down from upstairs, no matter they were blue eyes or red eyes, they were all overwhelmed.

Aheng helplessly: "Well, if you can help me make more dumplings, I can consider asking you to eat them."

Everyone cheered: "Winnie, long live!" Like a group of children who have not grown up.

In less than three seconds, Aheng regretted letting a bunch of old dumplings out. Could it be more possible? Why don't you let the snail race with the rabbit and the mouse to catch the cat?

So, the Australian named Tom made the dumpling wrapper into a kangaroo; the American girl named Jenny rolled the dumpling stuffing into a potato shape with a spoon; the Italian guy named Fabio worked hard to roll the dumpling wrapper by hand , Rolls, rolls, the goal is pasta.

Tears and tears.

Well, I know you are all homesick.

Ah Heng finally sent them all to watch TV, leaving him alone.

Tom said, "I'm going to buy some bottles of red wine, and we will celebrate with Winnie's dinner."

Jenny said, "I'll go with you." She is the red-haired girl who helped Tom ask Aheng if she has a boyfriend.

When Aheng put the dumplings made later into the pot, Tom and Jenny returned with wine.

As soon as he walked in, Jenny took a small piece of paper and asked Heng enthusiastically: "Winnie, how do you pronounce this word? Someone is looking for this person downstairs. It's snowing outside, and the boy squatted in the snow for a long time. , He was almost buried, and Ms. Zhang who was in charge of the dormitory would not let him in."

A Heng picked up the piece of paper and wrote a complicated character stroke by stroke on it. There was a place punctured by a ballpoint pen in the character, which must have been written in the palm of his hand.

Balance.

Aheng bowed his head and asked, "What does he look like?"

Tom thought for a while, then painted: "Big eyes, black fur coat and earplugs."

A Heng's expression is complicated: "I don't know this word either."

Italian Fabio laughed: "Winnie, you are Chinese and you lose face."

The foreign devils of the Eight-Nation Alliance!

A Heng was out of anger, filled three bowls of dumplings, and said, "If you have cabbage and pork stuffing, hurry up to eat, and roll after you finish."

Fabio shrugged, "Winnie, did your boyfriend break up because of your stingy?"

Fabio is a yuppie character who is full of Italian style. He opened a restaurant at home. He came to China to study in China because he heard that Chinese food is delicious. He studied marketing.

Aheng said: "You are stingy, your whole family is stingy even your spaghetti."

Fabio is embarrassed.

Tom handed Aheng a glass of red wine, and the shy Australian guy was a little embarrassed: "Winnie, I am glad to meet you."

A Heng smiled and finished drinking, "Me too. I thought I was the only one to celebrate the New Year this year. I am very happy to have you by my side."

Jenny also toasted: "I thought that Chinese people have beautiful eyes like you. As a result, there are people with big eyes and beautiful eyes, which is really interesting."

Aheng twitched: "Are you a boast?"

"Whynot? The boy downstairs is really beautiful." Jenny murmured and touched Aheng.

It was early in the morning after they finished eating, and Fabio smiled at Ah Heng before leaving: "That word, I remember saying ‘heng’, right, Winnie?"

Aheng washed and rinsed, and fell asleep when he touched the pillow.

Had a nightmare in the middle of the night, I sat up in shock, and adjusted to the darkness for a while. The electronic clock showed that it was 3:30 in the morning.

She opened the curtains with her bare feet, and the window outside the window was white and snow was falling continuously. Looking down at the ground, the white snow shadow can't see anything.

She put on her slippers and opened the door, silently.

When I walked downstairs, the light in the dormitory room was off, and the key to the door was placed in the small mailbox at the door, which was reserved for students. Of course, only the international student dormitory has such treatment.

She hesitated for a while, but stuck the key into the hole.

The moment the door was opened, the wind poured into the draped coat.

I walked around the dormitory building several times in the snow, without any black coat or big eyes.

She rubbed her hands, but smiled.

Wen Heng, are you stupid? No, he is not stupid.

Turning around, he saw a snowman at the entrance of the small shop, with the corners of his black clothes faintly exposed.

She walked over.

The man didn't pay attention, holding a cigarette in his hand, leaning against the corner of the wall tremblingly, using the eaves to shelter from the wind and lighting the fire.

He is thin and decadent, wearing a hat and earplugs. He is no longer the same boy as he was two years ago and five years before.

Haughty and beautiful.

She never knew that Yanxi would smoke.

She looked at him quietly, looked at his fingers, looked at him numb with cold, slow and sluggish movements.

Gently snatching the cigarette and lighter in his hand, he turned around in amazement, his eyes widened, so big that he could burst into tears, but his breathing was rapid.

He opened his mouth, but could only remain silent.

Aheng avoided his eyes and said, "You follow me in."

He followed her silently.

Snowy roads, stairs, slow steps, rooms.

The room is covered with carpets. Yanxi looked at her wet clothes and shoes, thought about it, and said with some effort: "I'm just here to see you, and I'll leave. It depends on how well you are. Today is New Year's Eve."

The breath he exhaled was cold, the logic was chaotic, and the words did not express the meaning, but Aheng understood it.

She pulled him into the room somewhat rudely, took the towel that was baked on the heater and threw it at him, her face was cold.

Yanxi wiped his hair clean, Ah Heng poured another cup of hot water and motioned him to take off his coat and put it on the heater to bake.

When he handed him hot water, his hand froze, did not hold it properly, and shattered on the carpet. He was awkward, stood up, glanced at A Heng, cautiously.

Overwhelmed, silent and without self-confidence, where is the shadow of that domineering boy back then?

A Heng didn't speak, seeing his face turned pale, his black hair dripping with snow, and he took out another bed and covered it on the original blanket, pointing to the bed and let him lie down.

Yanxi shook her head: "Where do you sleep?"

She pulled him into the bed and lay down herself and said, "Go to sleep."

Reached out and turned off the lamp.

His hands were very cold, he accidentally touched Ah Heng, but quickly avoided, for fear of freezing her.

Aheng stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly, Yanxi struggled lightly, but Aheng closed his eyes: "Yanxi, you **** move again, get out of me."

Yanxi, who has never smoked, learned to smoke, and Aheng, who has never spoken dirty words, learned dirty words.

Yanxi always loves to teach Wen Heng, who is a Beijing movie, not to talk swearing, and Wen Heng always asks if a man smokes a man to appear manly.

In the past, Wen Heng couldn't learn swearing all the time, and Yanxi looked arrogantly and contemptuously: "Who the **** said I wouldn't be a man if I didn't smoke?"

He stiffened his muscles and dared not move, she hugged him like a big puppet doll.

Yanxi's fingers began to warm up, tending to Aheng's temperature.

But her heart suddenly hurts. It hurts so much that I can't even cry.

She grabbed his sweater with her fingers, and maybe it hurt him. He snorted under the covers, but didn't avoid it.

She said: "Yanxi, are you laughing? I know what you are thinking, do you think, how can there be such a cheatable woman in this world, it is much more fun than a Transformers green hairy strange piano? How many times have you lied, or do you just believe what you say? Yanxi, you like a man and want to stay by his side, you tell me, believe it or not, I will clean the house and send you away, what are you lying to me for? You say you I'm deaf, except for Da Yi's lack of heart and eyes, do you think I will believe it? Yanxi, do you think I will believe it! If you **** like men, you like men, what are you doing? This game is so fun! Are you tired after playing for seven or eight years, Yanxi?"

She reached out to pull the pair of things on his ears, but he said softly: "A Heng, if you pull, I won't hear you scolding me."

He said: "Aheng, I want to hear you speak."

She bit his shoulder severely, and tears came out: "You beast, you are still lying to me, you are still lying to me, how good am I to bully?!"

He took off his earplugs: "A Heng, if this will make you feel better."

In the darkness, his eyes were gleaming, and his struggle was full of irresistible sadness.

She yelled and broke her throat: "Why are you so affectionate! I feel so uncomfortable, can you tell with a pair of eyes? You want me to be comfortable, don't you? give me back!

"Come back, you beast, murderous beast, you killed my Yanxi..."