A Heartwarming Decade

"I made Si Wan come if I knew it." Aheng smiled and said to Yanxi.

Recklessly, the two of them cried dimly, flying sand and flying rocks at the police station. It was really embarrassing to think of them when they came home.

Yanxi rolled her eyes: "Why don't you call that little policeman Wen Siwan? That young green-haired monster won't die without a corpse!"

A Heng was embarrassed: "I forgot by accident."

At that time, Da Ben was aggressive, the little policeman was dazzling in green and asked for the phone number. She never thought that opening her mouth was Yanxi's phone number.

So, A Heng thought for a while, carefully found a reason, and sighed: "Oh, Yanxi, I just felt that I needed to be claimed at that time..."

Even if he called Si Wan, he would still transfer himself to Yan Xi. This is too much trouble, so why bother to make a big circle.

Yanxi squinted: "This reason, good, very good!" Then, he went upstairs and slammed the door.

Snapped!

A Heng helpless, this guy's temper is getting worse and worse.

Within two seconds, Comrade Xiaohui the towel was thrown out, Aheng was taken aback, swooped, and caught.

The towel puppy has snot and tears. Didn’t you just sleep in the beauty’s room for a while and sleep in the evening? What’s wrong...

Yan Beauty’s voice came from afar: "Take care of your dog!"

A Heng smiled and gently patted the puppy's little furry head: "How can I care about you?"

Stupid, he obviously doesn't like you...

Sier was admitted to Xilin as he wished.

Si Wan was promoted to the third grade, and the work of the Student Union naturally stopped, working hard for the single-plank bridge in July.

Mary disagrees: "If you think about Wan, don't worry, right?" In the top five of the grade, plus the bonus points of the national outstanding students, which school is not up to him to choose?

Sindayi raised his head: "What do you know, my brother is going to give the Wen family a champion in the college entrance examination!"

Mary pondered something, ridiculously ridiculed: "I don't know what I know, but you don't know what your brother Wen Siwan is thinking about."

Sindayi glanced at the delicate and thin back in front of his eyes: "What can he think? It's not that he is worried about going to school with Yanmeier."

Mary's eyes turned a little strange when she looked at Sindayi: "What do you...know?"

Sindayi took it for granted: "The two of them have been in the same school, going to university, how can there be exceptions?"

Mary black line: "What kind of logic is this!"

"The three of us plus Lu Liu. Oh, you don't know Lu Liu. Anyway, we are a god. Yes, although the four of us grew up together, people with a discerning eye will know that Si Wan is closer to Yan Xi. At the time of junior high school, Yanxi and I passed the No. 7 middle school entrance exam. He and Lu Liu passed the No. 7 middle school entrance examination. As a result, Xiaoya didn't say a word and transferred to No. 7 middle school with her schoolbag on her back. That was a bullish. Later, she seemed to be Wen Wen. Uncle gave a big beating, hehe..." The young man instigated.

Mary smiled wickedly: "Baboon, don't you be jealous? It's a sour thing, a sad childhood, a demon..."

Sindayi Bah: "Dead shemale, can I be jealous? Want to be jealous is Wen Si Wan jealous!"

"How do you say this?" Mary's eyes were full of energy, and she subconsciously tapped her fingers.

"Before Lu Liu went to Vienna, he and Yanxi were in a conjoined one. Although they were all grown up as human brothers, don't say I'm not a big deal. The words are a bit ugly. Si Wan was in front of those two people at the time. Little transparent!" Sindayi muttered.

Mary looked at Sindhi sympathetically.

Sindayi shuddered: "Damn, shemale, you care about your own success, don't look at Lao Tzu with a maternal face!"

Mary smiled innocently: "No way, once the story is told, you are the most pitiful!"

"Fell! Where is the pitiful Lao Tzu? Where is the pitiful? You talk about it!"

"Sindayi, what are you doing with your teeth and claws? Stand up and talk about what to choose for the third question!" The English teacher called the Mediterranean was angry.

Keke, kids, it’s still school time.

Sindayi was dumbfounded. What attributive, subject, and object predicates, there is that without which, and which without commas, shook the silly boy's head with sweat.

The shredded pork sits in amorous manners, and the corners of his mouth are curved to gloat.

A Heng coughed slightly and bent his hand into a C shape and placed it on his ear.

"C!" Sindayi stood tall, confident.

"Whyisthethirdchoice?" The Mediterranean teacher has been teaching for half a lifetime, and is also a tricky character.

Sindayi hesitated: "Because... um, because, it says, what, what, what, what, when, what, when, what, um, my..."

Mediterranean gritted his teeth: "Repeat! Why?"

Sindayi ran in tears. Aheng didn't say...

The autumn colors are getting deeper and deeper, but within a few days, the leaves have withered completely.

In his spare time, A Heng has been learning to weave with TV.

She turned her head and asked the boy: "Siwan and Mary want a scarf, and Dayi wants a pair of gloves. Yanxi, what about you, what do you want?"

Yan Xi broke her fingers, one, two, three...four, a little depressed: "I don't want anything."

"That's it." A Heng smiled, his voice soft.

In the evening, the sky was a little gloomy, and before night, the wind had already swayed the shadow of the tree into pieces. In a few moments, there was a heavy rain. An autumn rain and a cold.

Aheng and Yanxi closed the windows upstairs and downstairs. As soon as Aheng walked to the bathroom, it was suddenly dark and the power went out. She looked at the window, except for the gloomy shadow of the tree, there was no gleam of light around, it should be that the cable was broken by the wind. At this point, the weather is so bad, even if it is repaired, it is very troublesome.

"Aheng." Yanxi fumbled down the stairs.

A Heng rubbed his eyes, and gradually got used to the darkness. At the top of the stairs, there was a thin figure.

"Aheng, come here." His voice was slightly stagnant.

A Heng walked over and touched it lightly. The coat had a slightly rough linen texture.

He held her hand in the palm of his hand with his backhand, his tight nerves relaxed, and his finger gaps were filled with gentle breeze, soft and settled. The boy laughed and made a face in the dark.

A Heng said helplessly, "Yanxi, I'm not afraid."

So, don't bother to scare me.

"I'm afraid I can do it?" Yanxi rolled her eyes and poked her head out of the window. "Daughter, it's such a beautiful day, let's go out for food."

A Heng glanced at the kitchen: "My millet porridge, just cooked..."

Yanxi drooled and pretended not to hear: "Daughter, I know that there is a new hot pot restaurant in Xixiao Street. It is said to be delicious."

Aheng continued: "Ah, I just cooked the vegetables..."

Yanxi shook her ears: "Also in front of the gate of Dongsi, Old Man Lu's beef noodle restaurant opened a branch."

Aheng feigned anger: "Yeah, I see, it's always so headstrong."

Yanxi spread her hands and smiled slyly.

The two children rummaged through the boxes and fumbled out the raincoats, put them on sloppily and rushed out.

"Where are you going?" In the distance, there were some dazzling lights.

The car moved slowly and stopped by the tree closest to them. Looking intently, the silhouette in the dark was actually thinking Wan.

"The power is out, eat some food." Yanxi glanced at the car. "Oh, Master Wen, have you used your grandpa's bus for personal use again?"

Aheng looked at the car, it was really the one used by Secretary Li, and smiled.

Si Wan raised his head, put his hands on the steering wheel lightly, and couldn't hear the emotions in his words: "Where? I'll drive you there."

Yanxi shook his head and laughed and scolded: "You are driving without a license, I want to live a few more years."

Si Wan didn't force it, smiled lightly, glanced at the two gently, and stepped on the accelerator.

A Heng lifted his raincoat hat and watched the car leave, only to realize that there was still a person sitting in the co-pilot, who looked like a girl, but did not look like Sier. Slightly self-curly hair, like...Lin Wanwan who I saw a long time ago.

She thought of something, remembering something, she glanced at Yanxi, but his expression did not change.

They wanted to find a taxi, but the rain was too heavy and there were very few vehicles on the road. After searching all the way, seeing that I was approaching the gate of the East Temple, I gave up and just took a walk before dinner.

"Aheng, there is a small shop in front of the East Temple gate. The masks made are very delicate. After dinner in a while, let's buy some and take home to play." Yan Xi was excited and pointed not far away.

The East Temple was originally a small Buddhist hall. It was built during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. It is rumored that it was built by Emperor Yongzheng, who was the fourth prince at the time, and used it as an incense for the Buddha in his family. When it was first built, the four princes named "Siliang Zhai". Everyone asked which of the four cools, the prince said: "Foolishness, stupidity, laziness, and looseness, these four are corrupting the mind, so they should be cool."

Yanxi is clamoring to come, for the Lu's beef noodle shop that has passed down the secret recipe for a hundred years. Although it was rainy, the business of the old Lu's shop was still full, and many of them were accents from outside the country. Most of them came to Beijing to travel. By chance, I heard the reputation of the noodle shop and tried it.

The table next to Ah Heng is like this, a group of young people, lively and lively, speak Mandarin briskly, mostly from the Jiangnan area.

The beef noodles are very delicious. A Heng bit the crystal noodles and tasted the soup, frowning slightly: "Yanxi, this noodles has too much Chinese medicine."

"So, it's called Nourishing Beef Noodles. Look at the signboard." Yanxi wailed, disapproving.

A Heng shook his head: "Traditional Chinese medicine is very good for flavor and nourishment, but the amount should be avoided. If it is to make noodles, add a small amount of ginseng leaves, almonds, cloves, and tangerine peels to fragrant. The medicinal properties are mild. Although it does not necessarily have any clever medicinal effects, at least it does not hurt the spleen and stomach. This beef soup contains red cardamom and Amomum villosum, which relieves cold, and Amomum villosum warms the stomach. Both are Hot, you should be cautious when you put it together to taste, but this soup is too much..."

Yanxi Xiaobai widened Shui Lingling's eyes: "Red cardamom, Amomum villosum, Mao?"

The group of people at the next table stopped the noise and became quiet. Not long after, a man laughed and pounded the young man in a white sweater beside him: "Fei Bai, this compares you to you. See you, there are some outsiders, don’t be so arrogant in front of the juniors next time. Frightened, Dean Gu turned around and scolded you for not making progress."

A group of girls winked.

The young man called Feibai was also strange. He was wearing a knitted white sweater, not stained with dust, and seemed to have a cleanliness. His voice is extremely cold and deep, although the sentences are the air of Nanyin, but the words are arrogant, like the ice on the extremely snow-capped mountains, and the sharpness is pressing: "Ordinary people understand some medical principles, and they still need to come and talk to me. Is it higher or lower?"

Yanxi whispered, "Aheng, what did they say?" Yanxi had studied Jiangnan dialect for a while, but he couldn't handle it if he spoke too fast.

Aheng calmly said: "It's nothing." Subconsciously took another sip of the soup, with a faint taste of sweetness on the tip of his tongue, and smiled, "Yanxi, this soup is all right again."

Yanxi ran in tears: "Hengheng, what are you talking about? I can't understand a word for Mao Laozi!"

A Heng explained with a smile: "Hawthorn is also boiled in the soup at the same time, which is cold, and it happens to have the heat toxins of red cardamom and spring amomum, which is harmless to people."

The youth in the white sweater's complexion eased a little, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Aheng.

Yan Xijing: "Originally, the big sign of the noodle shop wrote'Big Bowl Beef Noodle with Hawthorn Seeds'!"

Ok? A Heng turned his head, if it was true, the eight characters of bronzing. Haha, blushed, and changed the subject with a smile: "Yanxi, alas, your mouth is full of oil again..."

Yanxi grinned, with indulgence, she stretched out her crystal-clear index finger and gently rubbed the corner of Aheng's mouth, and said coolly, "Stupid boy, where are you so good?"

A Heng was surprised, and after a meal, she became the one who was uneasy.

There is a custom in front of the East Temple gate. At nine o'clock in the evening, red lanterns are held on both sides of the street. It is said that they have been followed before the Republic of China, which is considered a special feature. If it is not rainy night, it feels like a Jiangnan Lantern Festival.

Yanxi pulled Aheng, familiar with the road, and walked across the street. The small shop selling handicrafts has also been around for some years. It is ingenious. The floor is not artificially carved, but is covered with blue bricks.

When I walked in, as Yanxi said, all the masks hanging on the walls were extremely delicate. A pair, under the lantern wrapped in red silk, shone with a beautiful look.

A Heng has just taken down an ugly but exquisitely crafted scarface pirate, and Yanxi has already rushed towards the many masks painted with beauties with great interest.

It just so happens that there are many layers of white mink fur between the two walls, and most of them are Manchu ornaments, small daggers, earrings, and bracelets. They are full of dangling, which separates the figures.

A Heng put on a pirate face mask, another layer of skin, soft and real. Thinking of something, she smiled and looked in Yanxi's direction.

The vague figure seemed to rise from a distance due to the distance.

The light brown coat, the light straight gray pants, the rare low-key color, but unfortunately on the feet, they turned into red canvas shoes. Around the shoes, there was a pool of water stains that slowly dipped into the soil. The combination of illusion and contradiction makes people feel strange and beautiful.

She stared at the back, with that focused, gentle eyes, quiet and harmless. Lightly placed his left hand on his chest, but found that its beating was close to crazy despair.

Aheng sighed slightly.

If it were not for wearing a mask, such a look would cause him much trouble. Only she knows how awkward the look in her eyes at the moment is.

"Du Qingqing, have you played enough? Stop it!" With a cold, slightly angry voice, someone removed her mask.

The man opposite, wearing a white sweater, saw Ah Heng and was stunned.

"Sorry, you confessed to the wrong person." A Heng smiled slightly, took the mask in his hand, and gently put it on again.

She smiled and nodded, turned and left, but she didn't know that a fate began quietly.

She had never cared about this accident before, but walked up to Yanxi and wondered amused whether Yanxi would guess wrong like everyone else.

He smiled and stroked the long scar on the pirate's mask: "A Heng, this is very realistic."

Through the mask, that kind of finger temperature, but the warmth is suffocating.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

The last ten seconds.

She looked at him, smiled, and the landscape slowly painted.

At the last glance, what was in his eyes was knocked down, and the fog of the sky dispersed calmly.

He gently took off her mask, still black eyes, so... it's so beautiful.

Then, she was the Aheng he was familiar with.

Aheng who won't get out of control.

Almighty Ah Heng.

Gentle Aheng.

Forever... it will only be the Aheng who he thought in his heart.