A Heartwarming Decade

In December, heating was already provided, and the house was warm and there were two places outside. As soon as Aheng entered the door, he felt a rush of heat in his hands and feet.

Yanjia’s decorative features are evident in the pictures on the wall, one by one, like scrolls, very clear and bright. But the strange thing is that those people and things are laid out on the wall, as if they have been given a new soul, with a steady stream of warmth and...indifference.

"Yanxi took it." Si Wan watched her intently, smiled, and followed her gaze to the works with very bright eyes. "Axi is very talented in art. He often runs around, sketching and taking pictures when he is free. , Everything is good."

"The picture in the corner was taken last year when we went out to play together." Si Wan asked her, pointing to the picture in the corner, "Guess where was it taken?"

A Heng looked at the picture intently, the more he looked at it, the more confused. Obviously the hookah is lingering, as if in the clouds, but a few brown stones are born for no reason, strangely shaped, naturally formed.

She shook her head.

Yanxi patted and smiled, then walked to the kitchen.

"The hot spring is underwater. He squatted to take it." Si Wan looked at the photo and smiled. "That guy can always come up with some weird things."

Aheng also laughed. She looked at the picture, and some involuntarily approached, stretched out her hand, and touched the cloud of smoke and brown stone. The peaceful eyes gave birth to a desire and envy.

"Next time, take me with you, okay?" She looked at Si Wan and Nuonuo said.

Her father taught her that it is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books. She thirsts for warmth, and more thirst for wandering. This wandering is a bold thought, but it is not a rebellious adolescence.

Whether it is Yunheng or Wenheng, she will be quite satisfactory. However, freedom is the nature of a teenager. She wants to walk occasionally and change the same.

Of course, looking at Si Wan's eyes, she knew that her request embarrassed him.

"Good." A vague voice came from behind.

A Heng turned around and saw Yan Xi squatting on the side, cleverly holding a white porcelain bowl, her mouth filled with dumplings, her eyebrows were in the broken black hair, which was not clear, but her lips were tender and beautiful.

"Thank you." Her palms were sweaty, relieved.

"Yeah." Yanxi didn't have time to pay attention to her, looking at the fat dumplings with satisfaction.

Si Wan was a little surprised, but still smiled. Since Yanxi made the decision, he has no right to speak up.

"Eating dumplings, kids!" In the kitchen, a short and fat middle-aged man wearing an apron came out carrying the dumplings and looked at the young girl in front of him with a smile.

"Xiaoxi, go to the restaurant to eat, what it's like to squat here!" The man scolded with a smile, looked at Yanxi, and kicked him.

"Ah, Uncle Li, I asked you to take it out. How can I go about it?" Si Wan strode forward and took it politely.

"This is Aheng?" The man looked at Aheng.

"A Heng, this is Uncle Li, Grandpa's security officer." Si Wan whispered to A Heng.

"Uncle Li." A Heng said in a low brow.

"Okay, okay!" The man nodded, his expression relieved, and tears almost came out. Then, he walked up to Ah Heng, gently touched her hair, and said softly: "Good boy, just go home, you have suffered."

A Heng was a little startled, and Si Wan stayed too, only Yanxi continued to bury there stuffed dumplings.

"Guard Lee!" Yanshuai's loud voice came from the restaurant.

"Here!" Uncle Li made a military salute in a loud voice.

"Ah, you two, let Lao Tzu eat well!" Yanxi was startled, coughing, crying from the dumplings, her face crimson like a peach blossom.

Guard Li stepped forward and patted Yanxi on the back until he spit out the dumpling stuck in his throat.

"Axi, you listen to it eight times a day, why are you not used to it?!" Si Wan handed him water and said with a smile.

"Grandma's!" Yanxi sprayed water on Si Wan's face.

"A Heng, eat more. It will freeze your ears when it's cold." Aunt Zhang looked at the girl next to her, nagging, "I wrapped it with your Uncle Li, and it smells good!"

A Heng nodded fiercely, biting into the dumplings in the steam filled with steam.

"Can everyone eat what stuffing it is?" Li Jingwei smiled and looked at the old and young around the table. He has always been good at adjusting the atmosphere.

"Well, there are shrimps, pork, and sea cucumbers." Si Wan pondered the toughness of the meat on the tip of his tongue, and the dimples were a little intoxicating.

"Winter melon, bamboo shoots." Old Wen said.

"Ginger powder, chopped green onion, cooking wine, chicken essence, broth." Mother Wen tasted the soup and said.

"It's bad." Guard Li smiled.

Everyone savored it again and again, and exchanged glances, all of them were quite puzzled. What else can there be? Sitting in front of him, eating stubbornly, one can't guess, it's a big deal, and it stumps the table, and Li Jingwei is also capable of it.

"Mother Li, you are not kind, so tricky, who can guess it?" Yan Xi hiccuped, wiped her mouth with a napkin, her big beautiful eyes bend, and the color of the water is flowing. He drilled through the kitchen ahead of time and knew what else was in the filling.

"Where are you tricky? Something you often see." Li Jingwei was not annoyed when he heard the boy's name, and was used to his own child's poisonous tongue.

He raised the baby, what virtue, can he not know?

"Girl, tell me." Yan Shuai looked at A Heng for a long while, watching her silently, trying to tease her.

A Heng raised his head, his voice was a little low, with a glutinous tone: "Orange peel." Then, he retracted his head back into the steaming water and bit the dumplings.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Guard Li all together.

Li Jingwei smiled more kindly, and the wrinkles around his eyes squeezed together: "A Heng said it. The pork I bought today is a bit fatty, not four fat and six thin. I was afraid that Xiao Xi would pick her mouth, so I chopped the orange peel and went in. It’s greasy, and it’s just right."

"Ah! Li Ma, you know I don’t eat fat, and you abused me! Master, I want to deduct your salary! Deduct immediately! Deduct immediately! The appeal is invalid!" Yan Xi pouted her mouth, her slender and beautiful hands. Stopped playing around with the TV remote control.

"Oh, you don't have to say anything, you bother, our salary is not yours." Li Jingwei was happy.

He enjoyed the State Council allowance for his first-class service during the war, and the nanny who worked in Yanjia as Yanxi was completely voluntary labor in the face of his old boss.

Others serve countless people, and he serves only one people. This one, unfortunately, is a brat who stepped into a mental hospital and Mars!

Yanxi realized that filial piety to her old nanny is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, so she closed her mouth and lay her head lazily on the sofa.

A Heng ate very hard, but Grandpa Yan was so diligent that he had no choice but to look like a smile, sipping dumpling tea, politely and taking time.

Occasionally, through the fog, dimly, I saw that young man, leaning on the sofa watching TV, with black hair, soft red clothes, and good-looking.

When Yanjia was a guest, Aheng never saw Yanxi's parents. At first I thought it was a busy job, but then I heard the fragmentary conversation between my grandfather and mother, and after guessing, it gradually became clear.

It turned out that Yanxi's parents were diplomats in the United States, and he left the country when he was less than one year old.

Grandpa said to his mother: "Xiao Xiye is a little bit wild, but his parents are not around. Yanshuai is not a kid who can raise a child. Most of the child's fate is good if he can pull it. Let's play with him. Going back to play, it’s good, but Yanxi’s temperament can’t be learned."

A Heng felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it, but he didn't know why. She went upstairs silently and kept doing English questions.

Funny to say, Aheng has no talent for learning Mandarin, but he speaks English fluently. According to Siwan, he has the potential to be traitorous.

Si Wan has a friend who grew up together, surnamed Lu, who is studying abroad in Vienna. When they talk on the phone, they often talk in English and take the opportunity to practice oral English.

Once, when the phone rang, Si Wan happened to be busy with something else, so she asked Aheng to answer the phone when she had no time to answer it. Ah Heng held back Mandarin for a long time, but did not hold back "Hello", but the other party said: "Hi, Siwan?"

"No, Siwanhassomethingathand, thisishissisiter, please wait a minute."

A Heng was a little excited, and thought to himself that it was the first time I came to City B to speak so neatly.

Si Wan was busy with his hands but his eyes were idle. After seeing A Heng's expression, his stomach cramped with laughter.

"Er?" On the other side of the phone, clear and magnetic standard Mandarin.

A Heng was silent for a while, and said to the other party very seriously: "Another, another..."

Si Wan listened and was stunned.

After a while, he smiled and looked at Ah Heng, smiling very sincerely and beautifully.

Um, another one?

It seems... not totally unacceptable.