A Heartwarming Decade

Rainy night, it was late when I got home. Fortunately, the call came.

Although tucked under the raincoat, the beauty masks that Yanxi bought, Wang Qiang, Luzhu, Red Xian, and Wen Ji are still wet. Those eyebrows are like real rouge traces, with some traces of dissolution. Yanxi frowned, stepped onto the floor, took the hot fan for painting, and put on the mask.

A Heng stared at those slender hands holding the mask and approached the fan carefully, maintaining his posture for a long time without getting bored. He has always been obsessed with things that he cares about is unbelievable.

A Heng smiled, glanced at him, and sat quietly on the sofa knitting a scarf.

Yan Xi curled her lips: "Do you need to be so serious? For those one, two, three..."

Aheng was surprised: "What one two three?"

Yan Xi raised her eyebrows: "One is one, two is two, and three is three!"

A Heng grinned, "Four or four!" What a mess.

"The gray ones are for Si Wan?" Yan Xi squinted, bright colors floating in her black eyes, slightly disdainful.

A Heng was stunned, looked at the gray wool in his hand, and nodded vaguely.

"Hey." He turned Wen Ji's mask over and pouted slightly. The thick, soft black hair covered his eyes and was overly childish.

After a long time, the rain outside the window became tighter with the strong wind, and there were a lot of thunder and lightning.

"It seems that the rain will not stop tonight." A Heng closed the knitting needles, raised his head slightly, and smiled at Yanxi.

Yanxi had already dried the mask, and was sitting on the sofa, playing with the beauty mask boredly. He played hard and made up his mind to ignore Ah Heng.

Aheng got up and yawned softly: "You should rest earlier, too." He turned to leave, but was dragged by the corner of his clothes from behind.

"Aheng, tonight, I will sleep with you."

A Heng frowned: "Why?"

Yanxi pointed out the window, half lamented and half solemn: "It's raining."

She turned around and patted the young man's head, with a gentle look: "You are a man and I am a woman, understand?"

Yanxi was awe-inspiring: "It doesn't matter, you are the same as my son. I don't despise you as a woman."

A Heng smiled slightly and patted the boy's hand: "Sorry, I despise you as a man."

Turn around and go upstairs.

When I turned on the radio, her favorite channel was just beginning.

Last time, the hotline was a mother who was worried about her daughter’s early love; last time, it was a white-collar man with a lot of work pressure; this time, the husband had an affair with his wife.

She didn't gossip so much that she was interested in other people's family affairs, but she wanted to hear those helpless people dial the phone, full of expectations. The last driftwood caught while drowning was nothing but this. That was the moment when the slow electric current hit the eardrum, the uncontrollable moist touch of the corner of the eye, just because I finally had the desire to talk in loneliness and sadness, and it didn't matter whether my sister or brother knew me.

"Do you believe this?" Yanxi stood at the door holding a pillow, looking at the radio, her tone a little dry.

A Heng raised his eyes. The young man, wearing soft pajamas, had his brows quiet and depressed.

She pursed her lips and smiled: "Listening to this is just a habit. Besides, it doesn't matter whether I believe it or not, does it?"

The important thing is whether the person who talks has the instinct and impulse to believe in others.

"However, if people's pain can be resolved in a few words, then, is this world still decent?" He said flatly, with a mean of coolness.

"What is a decent world?" A Heng squinted.

"The weak and the strong, the trap everywhere..." Yan Xi smiled lightly, and the skin on the palm of her palm shrank. "Bring you a lot of warmth, and then use the reality that is a hundred times more cruel than warmth to disintegrate and destroy instantly. Appearance; the appearance of allowing you to resist when fate insults you, but bringing more insults when you resist; when you want to live well for a warm reason, the whole world regards you as a monster. "

A Heng condensed his eyes in silence, thinking about something.

He stepped forward, knelt on the bed gently, smiled and looked at her levelly: "A Heng, I am more afraid of you than the way this world looks, thinking about things like this. It seems that the next second Seen through."

Aheng stared at him with a delicate and clear gaze, frowning: "Yanxi, you are not afraid of me, but yourself... I am just thinking why you suddenly appeared in my room."

Holding a bucket of milk biscuits in his right hand, he handed it over, somewhat cramped: "Ask you, do you want to eat biscuits?"

What a bad excuse. A Heng sighed, laughed, and moved gently to the right under the covers: "Come in, it's cold outside."

"I really just asked if you want to eat biscuits." He moved his face aside, got in with some blushing, and carefully closed his eyes, but did not touch the corner of Aheng's clothes.

"I know." A Heng pulled the quilt up to cover him, and pulled the line of the lamp.

"Do you still want to listen to this?" In the dark, Yanxi's finger was placed on the radio's "Stop" button. On the radio, a man’s unique warm magnetic voice came slowly, the hotline came to an end, and he was playing some popular music.

"These songs will cause insomnia if you listen to them." Yanxi's head fell on the soft pillow, "How can there be so many people who live and die after a broken love, come out to sing love songs when they are idle?"

A Heng was faint and used to it. He stretched out his arm and turned off the radio after Yanxi, but he touched the clear and delicate finger bones.

She stood still, breathed, retracted her hand, and said flatly: "Close it."

Then, closing his eyes, the fingertips of his left hand were a little numb.

"A Heng, is there any good fishermen's song in Wushui?" He rustled, turned over and turned his back to A Heng.

Aheng bends his lips: "Forget it." She asked him, "Do you want to listen?"

Yanxi stretched out her hand, gently held her hand wrapped in her palm, and shook her head gently, nodding.

Her voice is soft and waxy, which is not suitable for singing a clear fisherman's song. However, even if it was out of tune, it was so unpleasant, it only let him listen.

"One in Wumo Mountain, one in Wumo, one in Wumo girl, sing, sing, rejoice when reuniting the stage, all the fish from all directions come; sing a fisherman's song and plant a flower Ah, the row is opposite, the thrush is not called dull luster, the folk song sings and the heart is cheerful..."

Yanxi chuckled and laughed: "Hey, sure enough, I'm still more suitable for listening to rock."

A Heng paused, opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and painful: "Yanxi, do you still want to listen to the following?"

Yanxi held her hand, every inch of knuckles was almost hot, shook her fingers gently, shaking her head.

A Heng was silent and turned his eyes slightly. The young man, with his brows and eyes, was about to fall asleep at any time.

Suddenly, she had crazy thoughts, reverberating in her mind, is this the only time in her life that can give him a chance to sing?

She opened her mouth, seeming to be the beginning of a tactful Qingyang, but she was always dumb, and her mouth was right, silent.

She wanted to sing the fisherman's song silently, just for the young man beside her, he fixed in her heart, how rare such a beautiful age is.

"The black ink is clear;

The fish swim in clear water;

Brother asked my sister, which one is good at singing;

The flowers on the tree are half pretty, this wind chime sounds the most beautiful;

The lotus root joint breaks the water lotus, and the oar pushing the wave is the most crisp;

My sister loves you, my sister is really interested and my brother also knows;

The spider webs the black water mouth, and the water push is constantly silk;

Brother Acacia, I know my brother really has a heart;

Cross the streets to sell lotus roots, and the knives are constantly cutting and slicing;

The brother also knows the coming sister, and the fish know how to get together;

The flowers bloom and stalk;

Birds know how to fly;

If anyone knows;

With a hundred years. "

If anyone knows and is worth a hundred years.

She thought he would never know the second half of the song, no matter how tactful it was. Then, fell asleep.

That night, I slept really sweetly.

But, after some time, it seemed that the scale of the clock was about to slow down, but he quietly sat up and gently let go of her hand held by the palm of his hand.

He curled up his legs, with long slender knuckles, covering her sleeping brows and eyes, and smiled very well: "A Heng, I will tell you a story. Listen carefully, OK?"

He smiled lightly, the corners of his mouth turned slightly, and his expression couldn't be more clean.

He said, Aheng, do you know the fastest way to destroy a man's dignity? A Heng, let me tell you, it’s very simple, just find a group of people to **** him in turn when he is conscious and able to struggle; when he loses consciousness, use cold water to wake him up and let him I watched clearly that I was being taken by a group of...men.

He said, A Heng, especially the person who made all this is the person you trust and love the most.

He said, Aheng, I lied, and I told my grandpa that it was done by myself. Grandpa asked me what that person looked like, and then my head hurt. So heavy rain, so many people, which one should we say? Is it a long beard or a hawk nose? Is it the wart on my left eye that turns red during orgasm, or the one that crushed my ribs? I saw it so clearly that I could draw it stroke by stroke, but I couldn't describe it to Grandpa. Is it strange...

He said, Aheng, Si Wan also knows. I also lied to him, I said it was done by a woman, and then I said I was drugged. But, A Heng, in fact, I was not drugged, so so clear...

He said, A Heng, my A Heng, would you like Lin Wanwan, when you learned the inside story from Si Wan, you looked at me sympathetically but kept vomiting, would you...

He said, Aheng, would it be that if I didn't lie to you the same way, even you would think I was dirty? Will it...

He pressed his right palm on the pillow to support his whole body, bare ankles, and looked at A Heng quietly, just like that, stopping time quietly, staring at her closely, it was the sadness and despair of the beast.

A Heng, A Heng, believers hurt. If I don’t believe in people, do I not feel sad.

Aheng, if it were you, I would rather not believe it.