A Heartwarming Decade

Happy birthday, Aheng.

In his words, there was persistence, which made her think that escape was ridiculously superficial.

It seems that if there is no such enthusiasm in your life, you will burn others and yourself to ashes, and you will never stop until you get the most out of it.

Obviously it's just an ordinary birthday, even if other people in this world don't know or have no way of knowing it, will it prevent her from continuing her life and quietly giving a monument to the tree of fate?

She politely smiled and put down the so-called big and small style of life. However, he was calm and unhurried. There are always only two attitudes to life, defeat or defeat. He is a sharp and sharp warrior. Even if he becomes a puppet with a long nose, it is a tragic destiny.

Therefore, she and him, often, are not in the same tone, and are incompatible.

This feeling, endured to the extreme, is each other's temper and attack.

When time reached a mark, it was not that he burned her into embers, or she thought of him into ice.

He put the candle on the delicious soft cream, took off the somewhat restrained suit jacket, smiled and said, "A Heng, make a wish."

Zizi sparks silently looked at her audience gently.

She, counting the candles, eighteen, small fireworks, wanted to say something, in a daze, mother and thinking smiled.

They are so gentle, they are the gesture of a real family. They smiled and said that today is the birthday of Wen's daughter. Thank you for joining us, and they cut the birthday cake with her hands. Those people sang happy birthday in the banquet, and the highs and lows became rhymes, and everyone was happy.

They didn't want to refute Yanjia's face to make Yanxi unhappy, but they never cared whether she made a wish. Did they already know that she was a cliché and wanted to say that she hoped that grandpa, father, mother, Si Wan, Si Er, and Heng will always be together and be healthy, disease-free and disaster-free.

Yanxi watched them play, with a humble tone, advancing and retreating appropriately, and deliberately or unintentionally set off A Heng as the absolute protagonist. He talked and laughed without leaking, which is a real noble style taught by everyone.

Si Wan stretched out her finger and rubbed her eyebrows, and once again, she felt a sense of resistance: "Yanxi, why am I so tired when I talk to you now?"

Yanxi squinted at him and smiled wickedly: "It can be seen that you are really tired. On your sister's birthday, it is really rude not to let the host and the guest have a good time. What's more, what I said, you don't usually listen to them. Thousands of times? Who flatter, who is hostile, who is tactful, who is hard-line, you don't know? Wen Siwan, don't laugh."

Si Wan's voice became colder, and while Lao Wen and Wen's mother were chatting with Sun Jia, they grabbed Yanxi's wrist: "Yanxi, do you treat me as an enemy now?"

Yanxi laughed, clenched a fist, and let go of his shackles: "Si Wan, how long have I tolerated you? You don't know if you don't know?"

Si Wan raised his eyebrows and shook the fingertips of his wrists, a little cold: "So, you have endured to the limit, for A Heng, don't you want to endure it anymore?"

Yanxi smiled and inserted her hands into the pockets of her trousers at will: "This is wrong, Si Wan, as long as you don't open your mouth and don't cross the thunder pond, I can tolerate you forever. You are you, I am me, and A Heng has nothing to do."

He smiled bitterly, his expression was faint, a little hollow: "Yanxi, you're driving me crazy sooner or later!"

The young man’s smile grew radiantly, like a sunflower in the shape of a blossoming sunflower: "Si Wan, I am not confused when you are confused. I will not recite the charge that your grandfather wants me to recite. If you are crazy, it is me again. What's more, such a great Wen Kingdom, with power, fame and fortune, is at your fingertips. Are you willing to be mad? It can be seen that you are as stupid as Ah Heng."

Si Wan pointed a finger across Yanxi's lips, and said sarcastically: "Yanxi, whenever you mention Ah Heng, you smile really ugly."

Yan Xipi smiled without a smile, and slightly revealed her white teeth: "That's what this young man is doing. Isn't it Aheng? With Lin Wanwan and Lu Liu in front, one more Aheng, three handles, right? This young man can afford it. Let alone hosting a birthday banquet for Ah Heng today, it is to let Lao Tzu use his wealth to spoil A Heng in the sky, pick the stars and the moon. That is my business, I am happy!"

Si Wan gritted his teeth: "You..."

At this time, Sun Peng and Xindayi came over. The two boys were also in suits, but one gentleman and one wild, each with its own merits.

Sindayi was up and down, and his tone was a little anxious: "You two, hide in the corner, what are you talking about, you can't find it!"

Sun Peng smiled, gloating: "Grandpa Meng gave a decree and ordered the two to meet quickly."

Yanxi and Si Wan were still hostile and defensive towards each other, their faces became bitter for a moment, and their expressions became distorted: "Huh?!"

The Meng family is the Lu family's in-laws, and the parents, Mr. Meng, are very much in line with the above intentions, so they are regarded as the object of promotion. Back then, Lu Liu's aunt was the only child married to Father Meng.

This is no trouble. The trouble is that Mr. Meng's only seedling granddaughter-Meng Lizhen.

This young lady has a very poetic name, but she is not very poetic. She is a standard, utterly pampered girl, and she is not pleasing to anyone. It’s not that the clothes worn by the girl from the host house are not tasteful: what you are wearing is designed by a master so and so, isn’t that master criticized as being outdated; it’s because the makeup of the western house is too thick, it’s not that I want to say you, you It was originally ugly, but it became more ugly as it turned.

Wait, wait, and so on.

A typical appearanceist.

Then Old Man Meng became worried. The baby in the house looks like a pimple. It doesn't please anyone who catches it. How can he get married in the future?

Then, at a certain banquet on a certain day, a certain month, a certain girl's eyes lit up: "Master, master, this is good!"

Which one? The old man's eyes stared into light bulbs. He saw that he was the only grandson of the Wen family. That's good, the only son in the family, and there is no need to divide the property in the future.

The old man looked more and more satisfied. He felt that it was really good to be a grandson-in-law. Just as he wanted to praise his granddaughter for her good eyesight, the girl in the family screamed again: "Master, this is better!"

The old man was so frightened by his granddaughter that he almost had a myocardial infarction. In a blink of an eye, he was a beautiful young man who was watching Wei Jie's death. Hey, the family is pretty good.

Hey, it's not right, there is still a small family in his family, which will be separated in the future.

So so, so, so, and so, talking about the pros and cons with her granddaughter, the Meng family girl replied shyly: "Grandpa, can I, Wen family food, Yan family lodging, one daughter and two husbands?"

Old Meng twitches.

Since then, every time the grandfather and grandson saw the two young masters, Wen and Yan, they had to hold them by their side, asking them carefully about their home conditions, whether there were signs of bankruptcy, whether Wen's sister-in-law was prodigal, and Yan's younger brother was sensible.

Si Wan is depressed, who is your sister-in-law?

Yanxi raises her eyebrows, my little brother understands things, **** with you!

However, in this case, the flames of revolution and the enthusiasm of love cannot be extinguished. In addition, Meng Lao is an elder. Although Si Wan and Yan Xi are impatient, they can't refute the old man's face face to face, and he almost endures internal injuries.

As a result, when he heard the decree from Mr. Meng, both of their faces changed drastically.

Yanxi shuddered and asked Sun Peng, "Has the civet cat come?"

A civet cat, Li Hao. The nickname of Yan Shao thinking and meditating.

Sun Peng grinned and Xin Dayi nodded.

Yanxi hugged her head: "Well, I just drank two glasses of wine and I was a little dizzy. Let me go out for a stroll first. Ouch, Sun Bird, you have become a ghost."

Big bird, Peng also. Yan Xiaoshao struggled with the nickname he remembered for three days when he was not in school.

Sun Shao sneered: "Well, just go. Anyway, Wen Heng is being criticized by the young lady that his nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes."

The drunk Yan Shao immediately cheered up, rolled up his sleeves, and dashed: "Mother's dead civet cat, I'm fighting with you!"

Sindari worshiped: "Worthy of an old enemy! As expected, we know ourselves and the enemy!"

Si Wan sighed, helpless, and followed.

In this case, Miss Li Hao is looking at Ah Heng disgustingly: "Wen Heng, since you are Sister Si Wan and we may be a family in the future, I didn’t want to talk about you, but you look at you with a light makeup. You don’t change your appearance, but you don’t know how to make up for it. Such a beautiful dress seems worthless on you. Others see it and don’t know, they think Wen’s education is not good!"

Seeing Yanxi's previous closeness to A Heng, she felt unhappy and deliberately looked for trouble.

A Heng smiled without saying a word, and Wen's mother turned pale when she saw that she kept counting down her daughter. Which family's upbringing is to make a girl so sloppy!

Although she is annoyed that Xi is making her own claim, A Heng is her own flesh and blood after all. Thinking that she is also at fault, she can't bear to blame, so she discussed with her father-in-law. Si Er is presided over by him. Here, she and Si Wan Round the scene, so that Yanxi and Aheng are not chilling.

Here she was pulling her daughter to accompany some old friends to talk, but she didn't expect to suddenly jump out of her head. Although she was very strange, she listened to the girl's words, but at this time she was a little bit tolerant. Gone.

Ah Heng kept silent, slowly, smiling, retreating as progress, just waiting for his mother to get angry.

This girl is capable enough, even her mother is so good-tempered, she is annoyed by her.

It is a pity that Wen's mother hasn't exploded yet, Yanxi and Si Wan have already walked over.

Yanxi's face flushed a little, as if she was walking in a hurry, she glanced at the Meng family girl and interrupted her flatly: "Meng Lirong."

Meng Lizhen was talking endlessly, turned around, and replied shyly, his voice was a few ten minutes quieter in an instant: "Yanxi, Si Wan, my grandpa said, let you chat with him and drink two glasses of wine."

Si Wan watched her mother's face hesitate and laughed. A few days ago, Grandpa Meng also talked to Grandpa and implicitly said about Meng Lizhen's intentions. Grandpa didn't agree, but his mother was very interested and wanted to see what the Meng family girl was like.

Si smiled and introduced: "Mom, this is the Meng Lirong I told you before, Grandpa Meng's granddaughter."

Mother Wen's face turned green in an instant, she avoided the weight, and reluctantly said, "Didn't your Grandpa Meng let you accompany him to drink? In Block A, go and take a look. Xiaoxi's drinker is poor, so drink less."

Yanxi nodded with a smile, said okay, and left with Si Wan and Meng Lirong, from beginning to end, without gazing on Aheng for a second.

There were no waves on Aheng's face, and he smiled and watched them leave.

Wen Mu's face was slightly sullen, and he took A Heng and toasted each family. A Heng can drink a few cups. Although they don't know each other well, they speak decently. Therefore, the atmosphere of the banquet has always been good.

Mother Wen disagreed a little, and whispered to her daughter: "Go and call your brother over and let him drink some for you. You have to take college entrance exams, and it hurts to drink too much."

Aheng looked at Block A, Si Wan was toasting an old man, and Yan Xi fell on the table, looking a little drunk by the situation.

A Heng was about to say yes, and in a blink of an eye, a glass of wine and a birthday message came again.

When she finished drinking, finished her polite remarks, and returned the gift, in a blink of an eye, Si Wan and Yan Xi disappeared.

Aheng was afraid that they would run around after drinking too much, so he went out to find someone. He looked at the stairs and corridors.

The waiter was busy serving the dishes and asked, but they all said they didn't see them.

A Heng looked out the window, the sky was a bit dim. The weather forecast, there will be a heavy snow in the afternoon.

Maybe he went to the bathroom to spit out alcohol? A Heng thought, walking into the seventh floor.

Going farther and farther, getting quieter and quieter.

Outside the window, the sky is getting dark, heavy snow is approaching, and the noise in the distance seems to be separated by a thick black curtain.

Aheng hesitated. She stood in front of the bathroom and did not hear any sound.

There should be no one inside.

Aheng wondered if he should go in and take a look, and then took a step closer, but the bright chandelier snapped out.

Someone pressed the switch.

"Yanxi, Siwan?" A Heng asked in a low voice, thinking that the two were playing pranks with her.

Turned around, but was hugged into a warm embrace.

In the dark, there is a person standing, with a fuzzy body and a fuzzy appearance, with only one pair of eyes, confused, with a peachy color and drunken state.

He fumbled her face, little by little, eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, soft fingertips, alcoholic, but cold and bitter.

A Heng shuddered and wanted to break free, but he held him tighter. She could barely breathe, and could only hear his heartbeat, and down, slowly and forcefully.

He opened his mouth with a flat and sharp voice: "Who are you?"

Aheng remained silent, knowing that this person was drunk and irrational.

He touched her long hair and slid it gently across his fingertips: "Female."

Aheng couldn't laugh or cry.

Then, he buried it in her hair, took a deep breath, and muttered, "How come it smells like A Heng?"

Aheng convulsed and wanted to say: "Yanxi, stop making trouble, and be a good baby when you are drunk. Don't be foolish, obedient, do you know?"

He didn't say anything. In the darkness, the man grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her to raise her head, bowed her head, and kissed her.

She was stupid, and she hadn't reacted yet, but the man was tossing around, licking her lips with his tongue, seduced, softly with a mellow wine smell.

A Heng was embarrassed and couldn't make a statement, because he was afraid that Yanxi's reputation would be ruined by yelling, and he just pushed him desperately.

The man licked the tip of his tongue but laughed, squinted, lowered his head and sucked hard.

A Heng sweated profusely. The man's finger was on her waist, but he gripped it deeper and deeper, stubbornly proud not to let go.

There was a fiery heart in his heart, there was a hot desire that could not be solved, and he was eager to pry her teeth away. His right hand held her black hair, which was soft and satin-like, but inlaid with blooming... butterflies.

It's cold, crystal.

That was what he was doing for A Heng.

He let go of his hand in an instant, his face pale.