A Heartwarming Decade

When Ah Heng stood in front of the Wen family's gate, he felt a little uneasy. Looking back on the itinerary of the past few days, it was really too much.

"Why don't you go in?" The boy stretched out his thick gloved hand and rang the doorbell.

A Heng took a step back carefully and resisted the desire to escape.

The one who opened the door was Mrs. Zhang.

"Coincidentally, I was just talking to Yunyi about whether to add yours for cooking today, and you came back." Auntie Zhang smiled and looked back at the living room.

"Everyone knows, we..." Aheng asked Yanxi in a low voice.

"It's not that I ran away from home. I greeted Grandpa Wen before I left." Yanxi was not in good spirits, and she walked towards the hallway with her long legs. She paused and asked Auntie Zhang, "Auntie Zhang, my old man. Are you with Ma Li?"

Auntie Zhang nodded, took A Heng's hand and smiled and said: "Naturally. Every New Year, our two families are in the same place. How can we change our habits for so many years?"

Aheng took a sigh of relief, but she was thinking of running away from home, but it was a pity that she was a villain. That being said, Yanxi should have known her careful thoughts before, but she just didn't bother to take care of it.

A Heng held her hands with Sister Zhang, and changed her cotton slippers somewhat depressed. She originally thought that when she came back, the policemen in the house were discussing how to find her; grandpa would sigh; mother would be sad; Si Wan would frown beautiful eyebrows and worry about her safety; Er would be tearful, and as a result...

Oh, so disappointed...

"What are you thinking?" Yanxi looked at her with a smile but a smile.

Aheng blushed.

Into the living room, lively atmosphere. Grandpa and Grandpa Yan were playing chess, and the chess pieces fell heartily. Seeing them hurriedly asked a few words, the battle continued. Mother and Uncle Li were making dumplings in the kitchen. Uncle Li looked at Yanxi and was so happy and loving from ear to ear that he took two pieces of cooking ribs from the pot, put one in Yanxi’s mouth, and fed the other. A Heng.

Wen's mother asked A Heng about her itinerary, and when she learned that she had returned to Wushui, her expression remained the same. Facing Yanxi, she was much more intimate, holding the young man's hand and asking non-stop.

Aheng looked around, but did not see Si Wan and Er Er. She went upstairs to Si Wan's door, the door was empty. A Heng hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open.

Si Wan sat at the desk, flipping through a thick book. He turned to see Ah Heng, his expression was a bit stagnant, and then he said uncomfortably: "I'm back? Is the journey going well?"

A Heng nodded, a little embarrassed. She walked up to the boy, lowered her head slightly, glanced at the boy's book, smiled and asked him: "You are here, what are you looking at?"

Si Wan pursed her lips slightly, her tone is always gentle and polite: "It's nothing, just watch it."

The two froze there, not knowing what to say to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere.

"I brought it, white sugar cake." A Heng said, taking out a paper bag from his pocket. Before she left, she specially bought Siwan for Siwan, thinking that what Yanxi likes to eat must also be liked by Siwan.

The boy was surprised and stared at the mass.

Aheng looked at the palm of his hand, but his expression became unnatural. The white sugar cake was held in his pocket for a day, and it was squeezed into a deformed shape. The oil was soaked out and it was extremely ugly.

"Yes, you can eat..." A Heng's voice became smaller and smaller, and his head fell dejected.

Si Wan frowned, her face was not good, but she was still patient: "Let’s have lunch soon. You can put away these snacks first."

Ah Heng withdrew his hand, his hands were oily, sticky and extremely uncomfortable. The white sugar cake, the heat of hot hands, she had an urge to throw the sugar cake, wash her hands, pretending that nothing happened.

"Wen Heng, you are so unkind." A soft laugh sounded in the room, "It's fortunate that I didn't sleep with you for your birthday last night, but you harbored the sugar cake for others."

It's Yanxi. The boy leaned on the door frame and sneered.

A Heng's face became increasingly embarrassed.

Ha ha... was discovered.

"Come here." Yanxi hooked her index finger lazily.

"Can't... eat it." A Heng hugged the sugar cake, embarrassed.

A pair of slender, white, well-proportioned hands stretched out and snatched them lightly. Those hands opened the paper bag quickly, and a shriveled and wrinkled cake-like object appeared, shy and timid.

Aheng became more ashamed.

Yan Xi faintly tore off a piece, walked to Si Wan, and said domineeringly: "Open your mouth."

Si smiled in surprise, but still opened his mouth obediently. He is used to being bullied by Yanxi on weekdays, and he has no potential to resist.

"Shut up and chew."

Si Wan pretended to be calm and chewed with his cheeks stiff.

Yanxi put the oil in her hand on Si Wan's coat and casually ordered: "One, two, three, swallow. How? Can it poison you?" Yanxi sneered, putting her hands in her pockets, looking at the teenager , Big eyes are cold and watery.

Si Wan struck her neck and said nothing.

"Dead boy, I really don't know what's good or bad." Yanxi calmed down, sighed, and twitched Siwan's shoulders, childishly sorry, "Sugar cake, what a delicious thing!"

A Heng felt guilty, and the weak raised his hand, sniffed his nose, and said embarrassedly: "Yanxi, I also hid a piece. I kept it and eat it myself. Would you like it?"

Si Wan couldn't help but chuckled and laughed, looking at her, it seemed that the first ray of winter sunshine had melted the ice before.

Aheng also laughed.

Yanxi rolled her eyes.

Hey, the Wen family are all dead children.

A Heng never saw Er Er, and learned from Sister Zhang that after Si Er recovered, he was persuaded by Grandpa Yan and returned to his original place.

Why is Grandpa Yan? ...A Heng can't figure it out.

But, no wonder Si Wan saw her before, she had such an attitude.

1999 was the first New Year that A Heng and the Wen family celebrated together.

When the children were posted on the New Year's Eve, the adults were busy playing mahjong, cooking, and watching TV, so the three of them were posted.

Yanxi was too lazy to move, and she was not tall enough, so the job fell on Si Wan.

"Lower." Yanxi said, and Si Wan stretched his arm up a bit.

"It's too high." Yanxi squinted and Si Wan closed her forearm.

"To the side, a little to the left." Si Wan leaned to the left.

"Ah! Why are you so stupid, too left-handed!" Yan Xi squinted, puffed up.

A Heng watched for a long time, held back for a long time, and finally said: "Yanxi, you stood diagonally. At the beginning, Si Wan, it was pasted correctly."

Stand obliquely and look crookedly.

Siwan looked at Yanxi sadly.

"Oh, what? You can just post it as you please. I always don't like to pick people's faults." Yan Xi calmly stood up from the leaning door frame, patted the ashes on his back, and floated into the house, noble Invincible.

Si Wan pouted: "Axi does this every time..." This boy, clearly complaining, brought helplessness and connivance.

It's not something you are used to, Aheng thought.

It's just that at that time, this child never thought of life or death. After that, she would pet Xi Jin to his bones, and it was more than a hundred times better than Si Wan.

But at this moment, Yanxi is not there, and the couplet is posted soon.

Si Wan rubbed a hand of the golden powder, then went back to the bathroom to wash his hands, leaving Aheng to clean up the paste and other debris.

She lowered her head, but heard the footsteps. When she raised her head, her heart felt warm for some reason.

It was a man with a straight navy uniform, and his temples were stained white. He looked into her eyes lovingly and tenderly.

"You are... Aheng?" The man's bronze complexion seemed to have experienced a long sea breeze, but his eyes were deep and upright.

A Heng nodded, almost certain in his heart, excited.

"I'm Wen Anguo." The man smiled, with fine lines on the corners of his eyes, with a pure gentleness like a smile, and the charm that she always looks into the mirror.

A Heng smiled and laughed with the man.

He was not surprised by her existence, and even messed up her hair with his big hands, and asked her, "Why don't you call Dad?"

Heng paused, tears almost coming out. She looked at the man, but whispered with a heavy sense of belonging: "Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad..."

She kept shouting, looking at him, tears being squandered, but her eyes did not flinch.

This shout almost made her fill the gap between heaven and earth.

For the first time, for no reason, she believed that there is a belief in this world, called blood kinship, that can defeat all reasonable logic.

Her father was the first to truly accept her relatives. The other Wen family members only left a gap for her, wearing suitable masks, watching her from a distance. But this man opened his heart to her unreservedly.

"It's lunch, Aheng, come in quickly!" Sister Zhang called out from the kitchen.

"It just so happened that I came back in time and was not posted outside by the door pair." The man smiled and looked at the couplet that had just been pasted gently, and then he stretched out his hand, the big hand with thick calluses, gentle and rough. , Firmly held her hand, so warm and soaked in the heart, "Go home with Dad and have a reunion dinner."

A Heng gently shook his father's hand back, like a newborn baby's eyes brightened for the first time, and caught the first ray of light in this strange world.

Her father naturally took her hand and walked into the house again, giving her enough courage to face her grandfather, mother and Si Wan no longer in a looking up posture.

For her, only such treatment is fair and respectful.

The return of my father was expected. He only has one long vacation a year, which is the time of the New Year.

Before the New Year's Eve dinner, when the cannon was fired, Nian'er thought with a smile, and Yanxi ran far.

Crackling, crackling.

A Heng got close, staring at the red and festive color in a daze. Before he could react, the cannon had already sounded.

She was taken aback, turned around in a circle, and there was nowhere to hide. The two teenagers had already run away. Stomped and ran into the house, only to find that Si Wan and Yanxi hid behind the door and laughed. She blushed embarrassedly and smiled.

"This girl is so stupid that she has no edges." Si Wan arched his hands in a mischievous manner.

You are stupid! The same parents gave birth, so why say I am stupid!

A Heng was unhappy, rolled his eyes slightly, and looked at Si Wan, with a little fox-like cunning.

After eating, A Heng watched Yanxi's belly billowing after eating, but he threw himself in front of Grandpa Yan without ambiguity: "Old man, old money!"

"Can you be spared? That's what you want!" Yan Lao scolded with a smile, but the movements in his hands were not slow. He drew out three red envelopes, one for each child.

A Heng held the red envelope, his face was as excited as the red envelope. Since she was ten years old, she has not taken red envelopes during the Chinese New Year.

"Grandpa Wen, congratulations on getting rich!" Yanxi smiled and knelt in front of Old Wen again.

"Good!" Old Wen has been in a good mood since his son came back. He smiled and wrapped a red envelope and handed it to the boy. A Heng and Si Wan naturally had a copy.

Yanxi turned to Wen's mother again, Wen's mother had always loved Yanxi, and this red envelope was generous and proud.

"Uncle Wen, you have become handsome again after a year of absence!" Yanxi turned to Father Wen, smearing honey.

"Little thing, don't kowtow to me. It's not so easy to earn my money." Father Wen teased.

boom! Yanxi knocked hard, smiled innocently, and the smile on her lips seemed to fly into the sky. The adults were amused.

It is a pity that Yan Xile was extremely sad, and she knelt for too long. When she stood up, her eyes were dark, her center of gravity was unstable, and she was crawling on the ground, pointing in the direction where Aheng was standing.

A Heng hugged the warm red envelope tightly: "Don't worship me, I have no money..."

The roar of laughter.

Yanxi's face is dark, no longer the pretending to be cute when she faced an adult just now: "Master, I don't have money yet, so I bought you ribs noodles and birthday cake! Why is your child so conscientious!"

A Heng grieved: "You, still ate, my sugar cake..."

"You let me eat it, it's not uncommon for me to eat it if you don't let me eat it!"

"Obviously...you...want to eat..."

"Which eye did you see that I wanted to eat?"

"I...two eyes...2.0..."

Si Wan was aside, thumping the sofa with a smile.

"Yanxi, you can't let my sister!" Yan's boss yelled at the boy, but his mouth was almost crooked with a smile.

Yanxi's big eyes were black and black, and he stared at Ah Heng for a long time.

Four eyes face each other.

In the end, unable to hold it, he laughed, his black hair trembling slightly with the smile in his throat.

Ah Heng also laughed, eyebrows flowing, and the landscape was freehand.

This year, who quarreled with whom, talked about the sky, smiled with the wind, and will stay until tomorrow...

This night, who remembers who is in his heart, keeping the year old, after the new year, will put it until next year...

Little girls, little boys, you, you are too oblivious, this stranger after another, and by whose brushwork should I remember the passing years...