A Heartwarming Decade

[Aheng, Aheng, the believer hurts.

If I don’t believe in people, do I not feel sad. 】

That day was the autumn day of the second year Aheng went to City B.

They climbed the mountain together, and the random thoughts of their youth arose.

After walking for a long time, Ah Heng has been climbing to the top of the mountain. This is the last time when he is very tired and tired.

She hadn't thought about turning around, but this complaint came from behind: "Oh, I'm so exhausted, who has the bad idea to go up the mountain..."

Isn't it you?

A Heng smiled, turned his body slightly, and stretched out his hand without thinking, but there was an equally stretched hand on the other side.

It is Si Wan.

Yanxi was stunned, Aheng smiled, trying to withdraw his hand if nothing happened, but was caught by Yanxi: "Ah! You unscrupulous girl, I'm almost exhausted from behind, only now I remember!"

Si Wan's expression was a little stiff.

He withdrew his hand.

"Brother!" Er Er ran to the front, turning around at the moment, waving at Si Wan with a bright smile.

Si Wan gave Yanxi a gentle look and strode towards Si'er.

Aheng smiled, feeling pulling Yanxi like a piglet.

"Yanxi, what did you put in your bag, it looks so heavy."

"It's nothing, it's just my pig head slippers, sleeping bag, snacks, and a dozen copies of "The Most Travels". Roar, I'm San Zang!" Yan Xi put on a handsome and cold posture of San Zang holding a gun, blowing away the emptiness of gunpowder at her fingertips. The expression is serious and white.

A Heng wanted to vomit blood: "We are just sleeping in the mountains for one night, not elementary school students outing for spring!!"

Yanxi grabbed A Heng's hand, without the virtue of bones, walking slowly, shamelessly: "Aren't they all the same?"

With a beautiful face, Mary, who had changed back to men's clothing, glanced at the two noisy people behind her, smiled and said, "Si Wan, you are finished."

Si Wan's expression was only gentle, and he spoke indifferently, "Mary, are you gloating?"

Mary's index finger raised the phoenix tail habitually: "Si Wan, I warned you in advance."

Si smiled at the maple leaf slowly dyeing red in the distance, and chuckled, "It won't be Aheng. She and Yanxi are not deeply connected."

Mary sneered slightly in her tone: "Yes, you have enough fate. For seventeen years, if nothing goes wrong, you will definitely be a child for a lifetime!"

The word "faxiao" is the accent.

Thinking of smiling silently, Si Er sneered on the side, but only pretended not to hear the two deliberately lowered voices.

"Damn! Don't dawdle, can you? After going up the mountain, it will be dark." Xin Dayi crawled and screamed, and couldn't notice the turbulent undercurrent behind him.

"Have you brought a lighter?" Si Wan asked.

"Mao?" Xin Dayi was dumbfounded.

"Lighter." Chen Juan raised the corner of his eyes and said in a disdainful tone, "Don't tell me you didn't bring it, we are going to freeze to death on Mingshan tonight."

Mingshan is located on the outskirts of the city. Because it is less artificially carved, most of it is naturally generated scenery. In addition, the terrain and elevation are in line with the original ecological taste of the mountain. It is very popular, especially in the spring and autumn. Many people come here to play, but , May feel that it is not safe enough, but few camping.

"What's the matter with me if I didn't take it! I'm sorry, you did, take it out and let Lao Tzu take a look!" Sindayi blocked it back without being cold or hot.

Chen Juan coldly snorted, "I didn't plan to count on you!" Turning around, he called A Heng in a slightly embarrassing voice, "A Heng, have you brought a lighter?"

A Heng was sweating in his head by a certain piglet, and he dragged his family to answer: "No. It's okay, there are flint and steel on the mountain."

Sindayi smiled: "Every time Mao feels that A Heng is there, don't worry about anything?"

Sier twitched, "I seem to have heard this when Lu Liu was here."

Xin Dayi raked her black hair, a little surprised: "In this way, Shenxian Lu and A Heng are somewhat similar."

Sier shook his head: "Wrong. It's Aheng and Lu Liu."

Mary ridiculed lightly: "Xin Baboon, how can I lose you when I scold you for "baboon"?"

I realized this afterwards.

That kind of gentleness and brilliance, that smart and indifferent, he thought that leaving the United States, leaving Vienna, it is rare in this world.

However, returning home, I saw it strangely in a woman.

He has been on the sidelines, wanting to see where she will go, but it is a pity that he has not yet come to fight the man, and grow up a little bit. This story may be more interesting.

Finally reached the top of the mountain.

A Heng's only anger left, he slumped on the large bluestone, and pointed to the juvenile who was groaning aside: "Yanxi, don't you eat snacks, can you make it after a while?"

The red-clothed boy sat cross-legged on the ground, but he couldn't wait to put his head in the bag, and I said: "Spare ribs, my little ribs, where are you, come out!"

A Heng sniffed, hehe, fortunately, he hid the ribs in the lunch box in advance.

The boy was not proud of it, and the boy had already rushed over. A Heng guarded the backpack, righteously, just like Dong Cunrui bombed the bunker.

"A Heng, daughter, Heng Heng, I will eat two, uh, no, one, just one, hehe..." Yan Xi looked like a baby with a face.

Everyone got goose bumps all over the place.

Sindayi smashed the banana peels over: "Damn, Yanxi, you are sick and not paying for your life?!"

A Heng held back Yanxi, who had rolled up his sleeves and grinned, with a stern face: "Sit here, stay here for five minutes, and then feed the ribs."

"Okay." Yanxi smiled and narrowed his big eyes, shaking a mouthful of white teeth, very cute.

Mary trembled: "Gosh, is this still a fairy?"

Si smiled: "Aren't you used to it? When Axi is crazy, he can dance with demons, and when he is good, he is a good baby with a little red flower."

Si Erhuan: "Brother Yanxi, I haven't gotten used to it for sixteen or seven years, let alone Mary. It's not normal if I get used to it."

Sindayi nodded in agreement.

Yanxi was a little embarrassed, looking at Sier, she didn't have her usual poisonous tongue at all, just smiled unnaturally.

When they came, everyone brought a lot of food, sitting under the maple tree, covered with tree shadows. During the meal, Sindayi and Mary bickered, and Quan was the condiment. After a meal, laughter continued.

When I went up the mountain, it was a bit late. Now, after eating, the sun has already slanted to the west, hanging on Mingshan and slowly falling, waiting for the coastline, warming down, and expecting a sound sleep.

"Gather some firewood and come back." Si Wan raised his head, looked at the sky, and said.

The six people were divided into three groups, Sindayi, Mary, Yanxi, Sier, Siwan, and Aheng.

A Heng glanced at Si Wan. Although he was strange about the grouping, he didn't say anything. He just followed him to the east.

It had just rained a few days before Mingshan, and the branches were knocked down on the ground. Stepping on them was soft and comfortable, but most of the branches were not dry and it was a little troublesome to pick up.

"A Heng, look ahead." Si Wan remembered something, and smiled and pointed to the front.

"What?" A Heng was startled, and he distinguished it carefully. "Oh, is it Xiaoxi?"

As the maple leaf fell, a gentle voice gurgled.

Si Wan nodded: "Yanxi discovered it two years ago when he graduated from junior high school."

A Heng rubbed off the dead leaves on the dry wood, squinted and smiled: "At that time, he had already returned?"

"Huh?" Si Wan opened his eyes slightly, frowning slightly, in a puzzled gesture.

"Stop school."

"Oh, that... is... Yanxi had already returned by then." Si Wan smiled, lowered his head, and the tip of his right finger touched his heart slightly.

There was no word for a while, and after picking it up, everyone returned.

What Dayi and Mary picked up was good, and most of them worked. As for what Yanxi and Sier picked up, most of them cannot be used.

"I want to know." Si smiled at the young master and the eldest lady, "So, if you divide the two troubles together, you won't cause trouble."

A sneer, a disdain, so it looks a bit similar.

Most of the children of wealthy background have the ability to be spoiled and do nothing.

A Heng thought for a while, just laughed.

The sky is getting darker, the moon is in the middle of the sky, the leaves are shaking, rustling, circling in the ears with the wind.

After finding the flint and steel, Aheng will handle it all. When she was young, she used to spend the night with her adoptive father on the mountain, collecting firewood and making fires, which was a piecemeal job.

Aheng asked everyone to fold the dry firewood, strewn it up, piled it up, picked up the flint, rubbed it a few times, and moved towards the pile. A fragile spark instantly ignited, brightly and brightly, lighting up the young faces of the mountain top and the teenagers.

Sindayi and Yanxi cheered, they held hands and convulsed, and they started a hula dance.

Move, octopus hand.

Sloshing, moving, octopus hand.

Dangling, but learning the classic roar of Tarzan.

The rest, the black thread.

Alas, it's messy.

"I bet that Taishan is not as good as my daughter." Yanxi opened her arms and smiled with high vanity.

"It's not you! Come on, the audience below is watching, keep up with the rhythm!" Sindayi barked his teeth, smiled brightly, held Yanxi, waved his hands, and continued with the grass skirt.

Si Wan and Si Er leaned forward with a smile.

A Heng hides his face helplessly.

"A pair of mentally retarded children, huh!" Chen Juan curled his lips straight, but the smile in his eyes was beautiful and gentle.

The two silly boys were over. Everyone sat around the bonfire. Sindayi was excited: "Hey, let's tell ghost stories. What a great atmosphere and a great mood."

Both Si Wan and Chen Juan were bold. Although Si Er was frail and sick since childhood, but his personality was not submissive, so everyone nodded and agreed.

There was nothing wrong with Ah Heng, but just turned her head, Yan Xi seemed to have been hit hard and her whole body stiffened.

"Brother Yanxi, but I have always been afraid of these ghosts and gods." Sier smiled.

Yan Xiang: "Who said Ben Shao was scared!"

"Then I can start to talk about it!" Sindayi laughed strangely, "What I said today, but what really happened on Mingshan."

Everyone trembled, Yanxi trembled, trembled, trembled infinitely...

"Three years ago, a group of students, like us, came to Mingshan to camp. As a result, when I went back the next day, when I was on the bus, a girl with very long braids got her braids caught in the car door when she got on the bus. Then, the car started..."

"What then?" Yanxi waved his forehead in a cold sweat.

Sindayi deliberately frightened Xi and lowered his tone: "Then the girl with long braids was dragged to death by the bus."

Yanxi was so fooled that his head was sweaty.

A Heng frowned, thinking this story seemed familiar...

Everyone listened attentively, and didn't dare to show up.

"After a few years, another group of bold students heard that the mountain was haunted, or a female ghost with long braids. They took advantage of the graduation trip and traveled to Mingshan to look for that female ghost. One of them was particularly daring. Everyone, I searched for it alone, but in the middle of the night, I still couldn't find it..." Dayi gushed, talking about a little scary place, deliberately loudly, creating sound effects.

Yan Xi stared at Sin Dayi blankly, sweating down.

Aheng smiled, gently hooked Goyanxi's little finger with his little finger, hissed, and carefully bent over and got up.

Everyone's attention was on Dayi, and A Heng was not spotted at all.

"As a result, someone patted the student's shoulder behind him, and his hairs stood up, and a faint voice came from behind..." Sindayi spit wildly.

"Are you looking for me?" came the faint voice.

Someone patted Sindayi on the shoulder.

Sindayi turned around, was sluggish for three seconds, and screamed: "There's a ghost!!!!"

Hold your head in tears! ! !

Everyone stayed, looking at the "ghost", and turned off the flashlight that hit the face casually, with black eyes and black hair, and a gentle and clean face.

One, two, three, everyone couldn't help but laughed together.

Sindayi felt something was wrong, and turned around while trembling, and it turned out to be Aheng.

"Aheng!!!" Sindayi rushed into the crown.

A Heng held the flashlight thoughtfully: "If I remember correctly, this story was broadcast on the movie channel Midnight Theater two days ago. It seems to be "Long Braid"?"

"Sindayi!!!" Everyone geared up.

The atmosphere of terror dissipated in an instant.

Everyone talked for a while, and when they were sleepy, they pulled out their sleeping bags and got ready to sleep.

Yanxi has been facing the bonfire and reading comic books with great interest.

A Heng spread a layer of branches with the branches and felt soft enough before taking out the sleeping bag. Looking back inadvertently, he was stunned when he saw the sleeping bag in Sier's hand.

In a blink of an eye, I looked at Yanxi again, still flipping through the pages of Sanzang shooting enemies.

"Axi, don't you sleep?" Si Wan closed his sleeping bag, with a deep sleepiness, his eyes almost unable to open.

Yanxi shook her head, not removing her eyes from the book.

Seeing this, Si Wan twitched his mouth, closed his eyes, and turned his body slightly to fall asleep.

As for Sindayi, within a few minutes, he had already snored, presumably it was a tease and was teased, and he was overdrawn.

Sier wrapped a red sleeping bag and said goodnight to everyone, and went to sleep quietly.

Mary didn't sleep at first, but she dangled for a long time. Seeing that Yanxi didn't move at all, she felt bored and yawned. She drew back to the place farthest from the campfire and tilted her head over.

As for Ah Heng, she had already made a deep sleep gesture.

I closed my eyes and calmed my mind. I don't know how long it took until Yanxi's footsteps were gone, before slowly opening his eyes.

She followed the footprints on the damp mud and walked quietly.

The place where the footprints disappeared suddenly became clear.

With bright moonlight and bright water, the young man, sitting on the sand of the river, arched his back, looking into the distance, thin and slender but seemed to be waiting for something tenaciously.

A Heng remembered the golden swaying wheat ears in the summer field.

"A Heng." He had already noticed her presence and waved away.

"Aren't you sleepy?" she asked.

"My eyes are bigger than others, so when I'm sleepy, it takes more time to close them than others." He had a horrible reason.

"Why gave Sier the sleeping bag?" She frowned slightly.

When Sier took out the red sleeping bag, she had already discovered it.

"Er said she didn't bring it." Yanxi smiled, bending her big eyes like long eyes.

"I remember when she took out the food, she accidentally took out a purple sleeping bag."

"I saw it." Yanxi nodded.

"So?"

"But she said she didn't bring it." Yanxi spread her hands and continued to laugh.

A Heng said "Oh", held the sand in both hands, slid across his fingers, leaked, and held it up, leaving a finer gap, watching the sand continue to slide down little by little.

Boring game.

"Aheng, let me tell you a story with sand." Yanxi patted the sand in her hands.

Aheng sniffed and nodded.

"See clearly, cough." Under the moonlight, a pair of white and slender hands lightly patted twice.

He held a handful of fine sand in both hands and spread it evenly on the ground. The boy said with a refreshing voice: "Once upon a time, there was a boy who was a Martian who was more beautiful than everyone on earth..."

The index finger was like a magic wand, lightly outlined on the fine sand, and in just a few strokes, a doll with long bangs and big eyes appeared, with half of its lips grinning at the hands of scissors.

"Then, one day, he suddenly fell in love with a fierce girl, she was really fierce, but she smiled very cute."

The fingertips of the thumb lightly carved lines between the doll’s bangs. The five fingers of the left hand slipped gently from its hairline and turned into faint, naturally curly hair. The corners of the mouth were sarcastically smoothed with the middle finger. For a moment, It was already a warm and lovely smile.

In a blink of an eye, the magic wand of the magician ignited sparks, and the arrogant and beautiful male doll turned into a cute and playful female doll.

Aheng felt that his eyes must be full of surprise and envy. Such simple things are everywhere but love and creativity for life.

"Although the boy is not complete, he still wants to sing a song for the girl, his favorite FleetingTime.

"Oh, timeisfleetinginmyworld, but always inyourway. Whenlifeisaphoto, youareinmyphotoandstopdayafterday."

...

The young man hummed softly, and the five fingers of his right hand slid smoothly across the doll, forming a staff, while the doll, after carving, became many vivid notes.

"But... the girl said she didn't understand, thinking that the boy's strange disease hadn't healed yet, and then she cried in fright and ran away."

He spoke casually, and held a handful of sand, his slender fingers, slowly releasing the silver sand grains shining in the moonlight, a little bit, obliterating the notes.

Everything is restored as before.

A Heng thought for a while, smiled and concluded, "Yanxi, you have a crush on Lin Wanwan."

Yanxi yawned and said lazily, "Yes, except for Wen Siwan, almost everyone in the world knows."

"Then, isn't it, Lin Wanwan is secretly in love with Wanwan?" A Heng suddenly realized.

Yan Xi squinted: "Idiot, Si Wan and Lin Wanwan have been together for a long time."

"Does the whole world know this too?" A Heng struggled to think.

"Well, I don't know except Yanxi." Yanxi looked up at the sky and smiled slightly.