A Heartwarming Decade

The mid-term exam results came out, and Aheng did well, and he was in the top three of the grade. Sindari’s science subjects have always been counted in the grade, so even if the liberal arts are weaker, the total score is still in the top 20 of the grade.

Yanxi's performance is not as outstanding as his own. He is quite satisfactory and has no bright spots, but he can't fault it.

What surprised everyone was Mary's grades. Originally thought he was a special enrollment student, and he had just returned from Vienna. His grades were probably horrible, but he did not expect this person to be on the grade list. Although it is not high, it is still on the list and can be called a good student in the general sense.

"How did he take the test? Physics is five points more than me." Sindayi whispered, with a hundred unconvinced in his heart.

A Heng is funny, she knows he can't let it go, no matter what kind of channel or what trivial matter, she always has to use the topic to show her sorrow.

After all, she believed that Sin Dayi had really liked Chen Juan before he knew his gender. However, the gap was too great, and he was not used to using too deep and sensitive thoughts to lead himself to an extreme demon, so he had to simply and frankly kill himself by this feeling, and replaced it with childish hostility.

However, this is also good.

"A Heng, would you like to eat an apple?" Her tablemate smiled at her with a beautiful smile like a rose and dewdrop.

This teenager still wears women's clothing, and even dyed rose red hair to highlight his unique beauty and edges.

And recently, because a few of them shared his secrets, the original enthusiasm in the character was fully expressed.

"apple?"

"Yes, apples, do you want to eat?" Chen Juan smiled, arched his back slightly, took out an apple under the table for a long time, took out an apple, straightened up, and handed it to Aheng.

The left chest is obviously flatter than before.

"You, fill your chest with an apple?" A Heng blushed.

"Yes, sometimes, it's oranges. Would you like to eat it? I will bring it to you tomorrow." Chen Juan smiled strangely.

Sindayi greened his face, angrily, and cursed: "Abnormal!"

Chen Juan looked back, remarkably exquisite: "I am perverted, I am happy!"

Yanxi listened to the noise of the two, a little warm smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and she looked out the window for a long time before she seemed to have endured something that had to be endured. She turned her head slightly, caught Aheng's gaze that had been peeping at him, and worked hard Let your tone not seem to be indifferent to strangers: "What are you looking at?"

A Heng's black eyes froze, and his face burned. He was a little embarrassed. After a long time, he said softly: "It looks... so beautiful."

After she said this, Yanxi was surprised, and even Sindayi looked at her incredulously. They didn't expect Ah Heng, who had always been thin-skinned, to say such unreserved words.

This sentence was the one that Aheng said the most annoying when he was still a stranger that Yanxi had to approach. He hates that unfamiliar people put such a seal on him: good-looking.

Such a straightforward desire really made him sick from the heart. However, for Ah Heng, in such a desperate crush, this sentence was the only thing she had ever said.

It looks so good.

It looks so good.

Yanxi will never understand that this kind of simple affection will cause those who know them to be heartbroken.

Aheng will always remember that Yanxi's response to her that day was just a calm and cold sentence: "So what?"

On the weekend, Si Wan asked Aheng to make up lessons for an acquaintance. In the end, he had something to go, so he threw her to Yanxi, who wanted to go together.

Yanxi took her through Mao'er Hutong and turned around. The stone lions and fish washes perched on both sides of the alleys have been dilapidated after the washing of time, but they still have the charm of the ancient capital.

"Here." Yan Xi said lightly, pushing open the courtyard door with a white jade hand. The yard looked broken and shattered, as if it hadn't been renovated for a long time, like an old grandfather in his old age, looking like an old man.

"Brother Yanxi, you are here! Didn't Brother Siwan come, did you bring the teacher?" the child said cheerfully.

A Heng fixed his eyes and saw the little boy wearing a hat. He was thin and thin. He was wearing a somewhat old and large cotton T-shirt. It didn't fit well, but his face was lovely and lively, and his eyes were as smart as small fish in the clear water. This child is exactly the little shrimp among the people on the day that Yanxi and the others fight.

"This is your sister, Brother Siwan, who should call her sister." Yanxi smiled and rubbed the child's hat, her face was rare and gentle.

"Hello sister! My grandfather's surname is He, and my name is He Xia. Everyone calls me Xiaoxi." The young boy was full of anger and looked at her, a little nervous.

"I am Wen Heng." A Heng pursed his lips and laughed.

"Your sister Wen Heng is studying very well. From now on, let her help you review your homework every weekend, and you will be admitted to high school next year, you know?" Yanxi took the child's hand with a vivid expression.

"Can you go to Xilin?" Xiao Xia asked with his head tilted.

"Why Xilin?" A Heng was surprised.

"I want to go to the same school as Yanxi, Dayi and Siwan." The child counted with his fingers.

Yan Xi got up, smiled, and asked her tentatively.

Ah Heng felt that the child was strange and strange, and that he was about the same age as Zai Zai, making people couldn't help but love him, smiled and nodded.

"Little shrimp, where's your grandpa?" Yanxi thought of something.

"Grandpa went to set up a stall." The child answered happily.

"Don't you need to help him?" Yanxi pondered.

"Grandpa said, if you want me to study hard with Yanxi, you can't go to the stall." The child pouted slightly, a little surprised.

Aheng glanced at Yanxi, only to find that his eyebrows were closed. She laughed and said warmly to the child: "Little shrimp, let's start."

In the second half of the year, Xiao Xia was promoted to the third year of junior high. The child was a clever one, but he didn't do well. Aheng thought about it, and started teaching from the content in the textbook.

"So, put on the root finding formula, the result should be..."

"I know, is -3 and 1 right?" The child answered excitedly.

"Huh? Not right."

"Ah, am I wrong again?" The child broke his face, very disappointed.

"Let me see...hehe, the square of 5, you wrote 26. The number in the root is wrong, it should be 0. The result is only one root, 2." Aheng smiled, "Okay, next, third question."

The child peeked at A Heng's face while writing the question.

"Little shrimp, what's the matter?" A Heng tilted his head, his clear face was gentle and quiet.

"Sister, why don't you scold me?" The child was full of doubts. "Our teacher all scolded me for being stupid, despised me, and said that I was dragging my class back."

A Heng was startled for a while, then smiled, showing eight teeth: "Neither do you, dislike it, Sister's Mandarin."

"My sister speaks very nicely, soft, like cotton candy." The child muttered marshmallows and drooled.

By the time all the homework has been taught, it was almost dusk.

As soon as the two of them stretched their waists, Yan Xi’s voice came clear and clear in the yard, like a refreshing breeze: "Shrimp, Wen Heng, come out!"

A Heng took the child by the hand and walked into the yard, but he was completely surrounded by the white and tangy fragrance.

There is a Sophora japonica tree in the yard with a thick trunk that can be surrounded by about three people holding hands. The branches of Sophora japonica are blooming beautifully.

Yan Xi did not know where to find the bamboo rake. She stood under the tree, stretched her arms, and shook the rake back and forth to hit the locust blossoms.

Sophora japonica flowers flew down one after another, from the top of the young hair, along the path of the wind, gently sliding down, returning to the dust, white, pure, beautiful, warm and vivid.

The young man in the petals smiled brightly, beckoning to them, vigorously.

A Heng sniffed lightly, and the air was filled with a scent of comfort that had been accumulated intensely.

Xiao Shrimp ran to the kitchen and took a dustpan, gathered up the Sophora japonica flowers that had been knocked down by the boy's feet, raised his head, and smiled contentedly: "Brother Yanxi, enough is enough."

"Sneez!" Yanxi took the rake, a petal floated to the nose, scratched, and he sneezed.

The little shrimp held the dustpan and smiled at A Heng: "Sister, do you like to eat locust flowers if I steam you?"

Steamed Sophora japonica?

She nodded, and the child ran to the kitchen.

"Wen Heng, thank you for today." Yanxi rubbed her nose with her index finger lightly, her tone was a little unnatural, her black and bright eyes wandered around.

"You're welcome." A Heng accepted Yanxi's thank you, surprised in his heart, but dripping on the surface, and answered gently.

"Yeah, it really hasn't been a long time since I thanked people. I'm not used to it..." Yanxi was embarrassed, laughed, spread her hands, and laughed at herself.

When Xiao Shrimp ran out again, he held the aluminum basin next to Aheng and Yanxi. There was sweat on his forehead, and his face was flushed: "Sister, brother Yanxi, you eat."

A Heng looked at the snow-white crystal petals in the basin, pinched a pinch of it and put it in his mouth. The taste was sweet and mellow from the memories of the past year: "It's delicious." A Heng pursed his lips and smiled softly in his eyes.

The little shrimp was proud, with two arms around the back of his head, smiling with a smile of innocence and joy.

Aheng stretched out his hand and wiped the dust off the child's face with his fingers, but unexpectedly, the child rushed over and hugged her: "Sister, I like you, you are a good person."

A Heng was taken aback, she was not used to such sudden warmth, but what followed was the movement that ran through the internal organs.

Her stiff fingers slowly softened, and slowly returned to hug the young boy, her bright and gentle face was flushed, and her tone was soft and waxy: "Thank you."

Yanxi chuckled, leaning against the tree and stretched out, looking at the sky, golden clouds full of clouds.

When he left, Yanxi didn't walk the same way. He took Aheng to the other entrance of the alley, towards the main street. As soon as you caught your eye, what you saw was the endless stream of people.

"Xiao Xia's grandfather, right there." Yan Xi gently pointed to the alley.

A Heng stared, the alley entrance was a bicycle repair booth. An old man with flowers on his head, wearing a blue blouse, rickets in front of the bicycle, his large callused hand raised one end and turned the wheel to check something, looking serious and old. She even saw the aging spots on the old man's arm and the nicks on his face every time.

This old man, how many bicycles and broken tires need to be repaired, is enough to sustain two people's livelihood.

"So, Xiaoxia, did you steal it?" A long time ago, she remembered that she heard Officer Fu say Xiaoxia was a habitual stealer.

Yanxi's voice was flat and flat: "No way, children with long bodies are always hungry."

"Shrimp, where's mom and dad?" She felt her voice extremely dry.

"Xiao Xia is an outcast. If it weren't for being taken home by Grandpa He, it would have been difficult to live." Yan Xi spoke softly, and the young man's voice was calm and indifferent.

"Why, tell me?"

Yan Xi was faint, her black eyes were covered with a peach blossom color, light, but she couldn't see to the end.

"I'm thinking, maybe you know, you will cherish the hug of the shrimp even more. He never does this to strangers. You are the first."