A Heartwarming Decade

Grandpa Yan is going abroad.

At dinner, Aheng heard his grandfather talk about it, saying that his grandfather had already prepared a visa to go abroad. The above felt that the old man had contributed a lot to New China in his lifetime, and the military department should let him go to the United States to reunite with his son and his wife. Otherwise, it is really embarrassing to say that the military rank of the old man is there.

"Where is Yanxi?" A Heng asked, consciously speaking too quickly after speaking.

Grandpa glanced at her and frowned: "That child, he is not happy to go. Yan Shuai has coaxed him from the beginning of the year to the present, but Yan Xi hasn't agreed. These two days, both grandpa and grandson are fighting cold."

In this room, Si Wan had already put the spoon, and left in a stride, regardless of table manners.

Thinking of something, Si Er lowered his head sadly, bit his lip, and sat there quietly.

Old Wen snorted, his eyes a little stern: "For such a big child, I really don't know where I put my mind! One is like this, two are still like this!"

A Heng is embarrassed, who is Grandpa talking to?

She hurriedly finished the meal, returned to the room, and dialed Sindayi's cell phone.

"Dayi." Aheng pursed his lips.

"Oh, it's Aheng, what's the matter?" Dayi was a little noisy.

"Si Wan, Yanxi, beside you?" She thought for a while and asked the boy.

"Yes, the two are arguing-hey hey, Yanxi, beauty, don't worry, don't smash Laozi's game console, you just bought it. It's really meaningless for Si Wan to say that!" Sindayi left the phone , Persuasion, A Heng listened nine times out of ten on the other end.

Sure enough... She sighed slightly.

"Then what, I'll hang up first, Aheng, I'll call you in a while-damn, Wen Siwan, you are crazy today..."

There was a busy tone.

Putting back the microphone, sitting in front of the desk, she looked at the neatly stacked stack of books on the desk. No matter which one she picked up, the rules and regulations could not be clearer, but they were all dull and unacceptable.

Newton's laws of motion, oh, always create conclusions in the conditions of nothingness...

AgCl, BaSO?, will it never dissolve...

Single-celled plants with cell walls and single-celled animals without cell walls, no matter what, they are all single cells...

Sine curve, cosine curve, general appearance, but always a quarter of a period...

She read the book, breathed gently, thinking about her peace of mind, but found that even a second of her breath could lead to an unquenchable disorder.

In the end, he spared himself and slowly fell on the table.

She is not smart enough, so how dare she easily move her delusion to disturb others' lives?

Who can persevere in my heart without trying to keep that who?

It's better to endure it, as long as you can endure it, you can be willing.

A Heng sighed, then slowly sat up straight, opened the Chinese textbook and read the text gently. Wu Nong's soft words that haven't been used for a long time.

No one will understand it, so you can feel at ease.

"Gui Youguang, "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi". Xiang Ji Xuan, Jiu Nan Ge Zi also..." She laughed, and touched the words in the book. She had learned ancient Chinese, but she only liked this one the most.

There is a South Pavilion in his home, which is a study room for a young man. In his life, apart from marrying his wife and fulfilling his filial piety, he did not leave for a long time. There is a grandmother in the family, who likes this young man to be an official, she is shining white jade wat; there is also a loving mother who knocks at the door at night, her child is cold, she wants to eat, and is ready. The beautiful scenery in front of the pavilion, at four o'clock a year, the green willows are shaded, and the moon shadows are slanting. Later, I tied the crown and married a wife. The young wife often traced his handwriting, laughed, and met, and the young girl in the family asked me, what is a pavilion?

What is Pavilion? Juvenile dumb...

What is Pavilion? He was born here and grew up here. He spent half his life stumbling around in the pavilion, standing in this mountain, how can he know... how can he know what a pavilion is...

"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. I planted it by hand in the year my wife died. Today, the pavilion is like a covered pavilion." A Heng read, closing his eyes slightly. Think about it. As a result, the loquat tree was scorched and green, and green and scorched. The young wife who planted the tree by hand was already deeply buried in the loess, and he still did not know the answer to the two yellow springs.

Opened his eyes again, and stood beside him with a bright smile, three steps away.

"A Heng, what are you wishing for?" She smiled softly, tilted her head and asked her, but the voice was cold and ironic in the night breeze.

A Heng raised his head, got up, and spoke gently: "Er, it is cold at night, you are weak, don't stand under the wind." Turning and walking to the window, he closed the window.

Outside the window, the moon filled the branches, and the shadows of the trees were mottled, reflecting on the window, moving forward slowly and silently.

Sier turned around indifferently, in a mocking tone: "You know what I look like, don't pretend to be so polite. Today, just look at your surname Wen. One word of advice, don't daydream again."

She sneered: "Maybe, soon, I will leave. This is my last warning to you."

Aheng was surprised, but quietly tucked his eyebrows: "Thank you."

Calm as water, gentle and polite.

Sier closed the door and sneered: "I really don't know what you and Si Wan are making, two people, just like a mold carved out."

Yes, I don't know for whom. And who doesn't know what it is for, the predecessors and the others have two livers.

Aheng smiled slightly and watched the girl leave.

In the middle of the night, she was woken up by a phone call. Fortunately, at that time, in addition to learning not to love anything else, if you have watched "Midnight Ring", would you have it?

"Which one?" She was half-dreaming and half-awake, with a heavy nasal voice.

"Thinking about Wan? You turn the phone to Aheng's room!" the imposing voice.

A Heng glanced at the microphone for a while, then hesitated, "Yanxi, I, Wen Heng."

"Hey, I heard it wrong? You happened to happen!" Yanxi said quickly.

A Heng was a little confused: "Huh?"

"Hey, Aheng, I ask you something, you answer honestly, you are not allowed to tell lies, you know?"

"Oh." Aheng nodded.

"My old man and Li's mother are going to the United States. Would you like to move to my house?" The boy's voice was a little awkward and uncomfortable.

Everyone is gone, look for her to watch the door? Which one lives is different.

"Okay." She rubbed her eyes and yawned, but she misunderstood what the boy meant.

"Old man, old man, have you heard it, don't worry about it. After you leave, this young man will still have food to eat, hehe, Aheng is not something to cook!..." The other party was happy.

Pop, the phone hung up.

Aheng felt that he was sleepwalking, closing his eyes in the dark and touching back to the bed.

When I woke up in the morning, A Heng muttered to himself that he had a strange dream yesterday. Yanxi even asked me to watch the door at his house, and I even agreed. Then he blushed, coughed twice, bowed his head and drank rice porridge.

Lifting his eyes, Si Wan looked good, ruddy, with dimples hanging on his face since he got up, and he was refreshed. The teenager didn't seem to deliberately avoid his eyes, but looked at her with a smile, absolutely incomparable kindness.

A Heng shivered a little, then retracted his gaze, sipping the fragrant rice porridge.

"A Heng, when do you pack your things, I will help you." Si Wan said softly and kindly.

With a trembling of his hand, the porridge stalk was in his neck and tears were hot.

Could it be that you are going to be returned and go out?

"Why?" Aheng Nene.

"Why? Didn't you promise Yanxi to move to his house yesterday? Didn't Grandpa Yan also compromise?" Si Wan smiled brightly at her, dazzling than Chaoyang.

Old Wen groaned and spoke: "A Heng, you said that grandpa told me about this. Yanxi really doesn't want to go, but no one cooks at home. Ask the nanny for fear that the child is picky, just because he is used to you. When you’re cooking, you can go to Yanshuai and rest assured. I think your relationship is good on weekdays, and the relationship between our family and your brothers and sisters is justified. It’s better to just keep it like this. If you’re not used to it, you can come back."

stay. Wasn't it a dream yesterday?

But why did Grandpa's attitude become so fast? Yesterday’s tone seemed to be anxious to leave. Today, how can I say it changed?

This time, Mother Wen slapped her face and frowned: "No, Aheng is a girl. It's not convenient to be with Axi!"

Old Wen stared at A Heng silently for a while, and said: "Yun Yi, your uncle Yan told me personally about this."

"Dad, I know, but Anguo told me when he left, he didn't agree..." Mother Wen was anxious.

Elder Wen interrupted his daughter-in-law, with a serious expression: "A few years ago, it was not Yanshuai who recommended it all. Our family will be put in the storm! Without Yanshuai, how can the Wen family have today!"

"But..." Mother Wen glanced at Sier, but Sier looked at Si Wan.

Si Wan blinked at her, her heart was clear, the strange yin and yang look on her face was scattered, and a relaxed smile appeared.

She...no need to leave her family...

"What's more, back then, I was stuck in the encirclement, and Yan Shuai led some people to rescue me! Which of these two things is not enough for Wen's family to last?" Old Wen's voice was quite quiet and loud, making Wen's mother unable to refute.

"Grandpa, I'll go." Ahengmo, a trivial matter, as to the point where the country is ruined and the family is destroyed?

Of course, later facts proved that it was her Xiaobai...

On the day Yan Shuai and Li Jingwei left the country, she was thrown at Yan's family with her baggage.

"Yanxi, we can leave it to you, Aheng, you are merciful..." Si Wan carried his luggage and stopped talking.

Yanxi took the luggage and kicked: "The luggage is here, the people are here, you can get out!"

Immediately, bang, close the door.

"Hey! Let this be the sadist!" Yanxi grinned with big eyes, gritted her teeth, turned her head, facing Ah Heng, smiling brightly.

A Heng shook his face and took a step back: "Yanxi, normal expression is fine."

Yanxi curled her lips: "Master, am I so unwelcome? When I was a kid, I was a cute baby recognized by the whole hospital, cute baby..."

A Heng was speechless. When I was a child, people even praised a mimosa.

"Let's go and take a look in your room." Yanxi put her hand in her pocket, revealing the little red flesh of her gums, "I tidyed up for a long time, and people bought some furniture."

It is still a room far from the corridor, two rooms separated from Yanxi's. However, due to the different positions prescribed by the Yan family and the Wen family, the room that Yan Xi chose for Ah Heng has been sunny for many years.

"A Heng, you like sunshine." He opened the door, and his fair and beautiful fingers released the golden light in the room, a very positive tone.

A Heng was stunned. She thought that everyone thought she liked darkness.

Because, in Wen's house, she chose the room with the most shaded trees. She thought she didn't leak, but the fear of darkness in the wine cellar was inadvertently remembered by someone.

"You like black, white and cold colors, and hate pink and red warm colors, just the opposite of mine." Yan Xi narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled like Jiazhen.

Black bookcases, white wardrobes, milk-colored walls, furniture with a touch of woody fragrance, gentle and rigorous tones.

A Heng looked up, staring at a series of eye-catching graffiti on the white wall.

Yanxi followed her gaze, coughed lightly, and whispered: "Sorry, personal interest, itchy hands for a while, I can't hold it back. You will just leave it alone." The rabbit-eared guy with the same sloppy style as his room, thin Thin arms, thin legs, and big eyes occupy half of the face, like...

Aheng smiled, staring at Yanxi, wrinkling his nose: "It looks good."

Yanxi fluttered and patted Ah Heng on the head: "Stupid boy, everything is good."

A Heng thought hard for a long time, then solemnly said, "Thank you."

Yanxi covered her lips with the back of her hand, her big eyes flickered, and she smirked, in a childish tone: "I thought you would be annoyed by me asking you to come from Wen Jiaqiang."

"You are Yanxi, who dares?" Aheng Nuonuo replied.

"It's really not kind, so you can't help but tell the truth." Yanxi raised her eyebrows and lightly blocked the sunlight outside the window with her arms.

After thinking about it for a while, the young man laughed and made fun of: "Hey, since you are Wen Heng, how can you lie?"