A Heartwarming Decade

In spring, the weather was slightly warmer. Yanxi didn't know how hot or cold it was. A Heng helped him change winter clothes and bought some spring clothes. She looked at his new clothes with a smile, and asked him: "Yanxi, do you like this dress?"

Yanxi didn't know, she grabbed her cuff and took a deep breath, and said in a vague voice: "Fragrant."

Haha, Aheng smiled. Such innocence, how lovable.

"Where you put your clothes, rub the sweet rosin." She laughed, knowing that he didn't understand, she still told Yanxi everything so that she wouldn't be lonely.

Two-thirds of the March appointment has passed. Yanxi's words are getting less and less, even when Dr. Zheng hypnotizes him, he can't continue. Most of the time, he faced Doctor Zheng in a daze, or crying helplessly like a child.

Finally, psychotherapy came to an end.

Dr. Zheng now often uses two drugs for Yanxi, chlorpromazine and promethazine hydrochloride. The thick needle, the transparent liquid, was injected little by little into Yanxi's blue blood vessel.

She looked at him with her own eyes, from crying to quiet, like a puppet. Yes, it was Pinocchio he was talking about, only the tears in his eyes were still wet and the whole face was blurred.

She helped him wipe his face, but he lightly leaned on her, fell asleep, breathing softly, childlike purity.

She said: "Doctor Zheng, can you not use these medicines? Every time Yanxi runs out, she eats very little, only half a bowl of rice. She doesn't look angry."

Doctor Zheng smiled: "No, does he get angry?"

A Heng nodded and solemnly said: "Yes, no medicine is needed. I feed him a meal and he will eat a whole bowl obediently. Moreover, I talk to him, and he will talk to me."

Dr. Zheng shook his head: "It's about a child again. Recently I checked Yanxi and his aphasia is already very serious. How could he talk to you. Besides, you also said that you feed him, not himself. In his own words, I’m afraid he no longer knows how to eat. Now, his memory of inertia is slowly fading, you know?"

Aheng lightly patted the sleeping teenager lying on her lap, and smiled: "Like a little piglet, go to sleep, sleep until you are old. If you don't wake up, I will throw you to the kid seller."

The sun was very good that day, so she moved the small bench and put him under the banyan tree outside the door.

The sun was warm, and the shadows of the trees blocked a lot of light. He stretched out his hand, placed it outside the shadow of the tree, touched the sun, and when it was hot, he retracted again, focused on it, like a very interesting game, and never tired of it.

A Heng smiled and turned back to the room to prepare lunch. She quietly, did not let him notice his departure.

She was kneading the dough, her fingers were covered with flour, and suddenly she heard the sound of a cannon outside the door. In recent days, the children in the yard don't know who started playing with Chen Cannon, frightening adults and being extremely naughty. She was startled, remembering Yanxi, and walked out without wiping her hands.

Yanxi was surrounded by a group of eight or nine-year-old children. The sound of laughter was constant, and it was a vague jingle, fool, lunatic, such a mouthful of ridicule. The most childish voice, the most cruel words.

A Heng became angry, and his eyebrows sank: "What are you doing!"

When A Heng came, a group of children made faces and ran away frantically.

Yanxi's feet are red cannon paper, finely shredded, and smell of gunpowder smoke. He lowered his head, put his hands in front of his eyes, his whole body was shaking, presumably he was frightened by the sound of the cannon.

She hesitated and said softly: "Yanxi."

The boy raised his head, red eyes, and when he saw Ah Heng, he frowned for a moment, put his head on her body, cried loudly, choked, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and refused to let go. In that way, the grievances are even coquettish, without concealing them.

Si Wan was very anxious, it seemed that she was more anxious than her.

She knew that Grandpa should have made up his mind and told the American side on time after March. Aheng also thought about this, but he felt happy in his heart. If Yanxi's grandfather, Yan's father, and Yan's mother came back to take care of Yanxi, and with relatives, Yanxi's illness might heal soon.

Aheng knew in his heart that Yanxi's pain was on his parents. When he was young, his friends had parents, but he didn't. Therefore, although his personality is arrogant and solitary, he always has an admiration for his elders, and he is too filial to his grandfather.

My mother told her in her spare time that when Yanxi was eight years old, Grandpa Yan fell ill and wanted to eat fruit. But this kind of wild fruit grows deep in the mountains and is difficult to pick. The old man couldn't bear to trouble his subordinates, but Yanxi disappeared for two days and one night. When she ran back, her hands were wounds on her face, her hands were holding a handful of abductees, and her clothes were dirty and torn. Asked where he went, he refused to tell the truth and was beaten by the old man.

Yanxi is the person who is most afraid of ghosts and gods in his life. What kind of filial piety should he stay in the mountains for two days and one night?

My mother also said, don't look at Yanxi being the closest to her now, but Lin Ruomei used to be her mother's filial piety. It's just that Ruomei may have gone to the United States in the past two years, and he seems to be very strange to Lin Ruomei.

As a mother to be filial...

That person gave back to the child who treated her as a filial mother...

She asked Si Wan why he was so anxious that Yanxi's parents were back, okay?

Si Wan smiled bitterly: "Yanxi has only one father and mother, but Yanxi's father and mother are not the only son."

A Heng frowned: "They are all biological, aren't they?"

Si Wan said uncomfortably: "When Yanxi was born, Aunt Yan almost died because of a divorce with Uncle Yan and heavy bleeding. Although the couple reconciled later, Aunt Yan never liked Yanxi. Later, Aunt Yanxi. When I went abroad, I left Yanxi, who had not yet been weaned, to Grandpa Yan. Why? Although he was born, the son who nearly killed Yanxi, the one in the United States, is probably closer."

He continued, sullen his heart: "A Heng, do you know what it means to be more intimate? At the critical moment, if you have to abandon one, this person will definitely be Yanxi. If they know that Yanxi has hysteria, And psychotherapy and medication are not very effective..."

From head to toe, Ah Heng seemed to be poured ice water.

Si Wan closed his eyes: "If Grandpa Yan was okay, but he was afraid that the old man would be stimulated, his uncle and aunt would definitely not tell him. If so, Yanxi would be sent to the hospital for forced hospitalization."

Mandatory hospitalization? Only the numbered patient looked at the blood, smiled and clapped his hands slowly in her mind.

She asked Si Wan: "What should I do?"

Si Wan sighed and rubbed Aheng's hair: "Your surname is Wen, and his surname is Yan. The power of the Yan family is no less than that of the Wen family. If the Wen family's daughter is to raise the Yan family's son, how unpleasant would it be to spread it out? Do you say Grandpa will allow it? Do you say Yanjia will allow it? A Heng, what can you do, you are just a child, what else can you do?"

A Heng cried, and went home and took Yanxi's hand: "Yanxi, is it okay for you to get sick sooner?"

I know that we Yanxi are very well-behaved and will not disturb other people's lives, but what should we do if others don't know?

The day Yanxi's father returned to China was in May.

She saw the man for the first time. He was very tall and handsome. His behavior is very elegant and generous, and his relationship with the Wen family is not very close, at least compared to Grandpa Yan's treatment of the Wen family. However, she brought a lot of precious gifts, said to honor Grandpa Wen, as well as many beautiful and fashionable clothes and brand-name perfumes, which she gave to her.

He smiled and said to her: "Aheng, these days, Yanxi troubles you."

Aheng stared at him blankly, his heart empty: "You look like Yanxi when you smile."

Grandpa looked at her, did not speak in front of outsiders, but his face became gloomy.

Yanxi hid behind her, peeking at the man in front of her with big eyes, without any impression, she lowered her head and fiddled with the silver seven chains in her hand.

This is the toy that A Heng just bought for him in order to attract his attention and coax the house number from his hand. She smiled and pointed to the empty space in front of the door, and said to Yanxi: "Yanxi, our house is bare and ugly. Others have house numbers, but our house does not. If you don’t lead the way, I don’t see it. What should I do if I get lost when I reach the house number?"

He looked at her in confusion, thought for a while, hesitantly handed her the house number in his left hand, then lowered his head, rubbed his nose, and made a very painful expression.

Sindayi rolled his eyes and murmured, "It's unkind to coax a child, Wen Heng, but it's you to make Yanxi..."

After all, he couldn't tell the rest.

Only Ah Heng can make Yanxi an exception, whether it is before or after the illness? Separated by two surnames, compared to the farthest distance in the world...

Yanxi's father is Yan Dingbang, and his name is similar to that of Wen Heng's father. Or, this is the name that the two agreed upon. Maybe they want them to be brothers; maybe, they still want their children to bear the knot for a hundred years. But what does this represent?

Father Yan looked at Ah Heng's eyebrows, sighed inaudibly, and smiled reluctantly: "A Heng is a good girl. I have a good time with Yanxi. I am very happy in my heart."

Old Wen also looked for steps: "Yes, it is a good thing that the children have good feelings."

"It's just..." Father Yan opened his mouth, "Yanxi has such a disease, and he is emotional, I am afraid it will hurt Aheng, I think..."

Ah Heng's voice was a little loud: "No, Yanxi never hurts others!"

Yan's father was slanderous, not knowing what to say, and gently stroked Yanxi's head.

Yanxi was uncomfortable, pulled away with her hand, and hid behind Aheng again, revealing her big eyes and a strange and well-behaved appearance.

Yan's father prevented the Wen family from being able to say anything else, so he said some kind words and left.

Old Wen called A Heng into the study.

Ah Heng asked Yan Xi to sit on the sofa and play Seven Links.

The old man's expression was a bit ugly: "A Heng, I know that you and Yanxi have a good relationship, and I understand your thoughts. But we are outsiders and it is inconvenient to interfere with other people's housework, do you understand?"

Aheng lowered his eyes: "Grandpa, I'm taking care of Yanxi, not letting him go to the mental hospital, won't it?"

Elder Wen took anger and scolded, "He is just like this, and you still have to go to school. How much energy can you have to serve him? My granddaughter has a great future, how can he be ruined by others! What's more, he has grown up In that way, he was born with this kind of madness, and almost killed his biological mother as soon as he was born. It was simply born to collect debts from the Yan family! We, the Wen family, have never been sorry to their Yan family since before. Although their family has been kind to me, they have reported enough for so many years. Their family’s debts, how can our family be able to pay them back!"

For the first time, Grandpa spoke so clearly in front of her without any room for change.

Beauty, no blessing, harm to parents, Yanxi has already...Is the sin unforgivable?

Aheng couldn't laugh, cry, let alone cry, standing there, his eyes were already gray.

She walked out, but saw Yanxi standing at the door with the seven chains in her hand falling to the ground.

A Heng bent over to pick up the Seven Links, but tears fell out in an instant.

Looking at the red canvas shoes on the teenager's feet, she picked up the seven chains, how difficult it was, stood up, smiled and handed it to Yanxi: "Why are you standing here?"

He didn't speak, and held the Seven Links again, his fingers were shining and transparent, he touched A Heng's eye sockets lightly, and whispered: "Water."

A Heng took his hand and looked at his eyes. They were clean and innocent, clearly devoid of emotions, but seemed to be confused.

She laughed: "So stupid, it's tears, not water."

He followed her, holding back, smiling, vividly.

She sighed: "Yanxi, do you want to shed tears like me? Stupid, your eyes will hurt."

Besides, how can you imitate without knowing anything?

Those are tears, shed for you.

Who are you not for, how can you cry?

He looked at her and continued to smile, imitating that expression, the expression that was so ugly, the expression that he wanted to cry but still held back, slowly, but his tears were shed, turbulent and sad.

She was surprised, but still laughed, petting and gentle: "It's really like it."

He laughed too, imitating her and became addicted.

She only knows that patients with hysteria have a strong ability to imitate.

But I don't know that patients with hysteria occasionally wake up.

Yan's father only said that he had taken time off, and it seemed that he had no plans to live with the parents.

Aheng talked with Father Yan, her tone almost low into the dust, she said: "Yanxi will not hurt me or others. Uncle Yan, you believe me, even if you take him back to the United States, don't send him to the hospital, he is sick. Not that level, there is a...not suitable place for Yanxi to live."

Her tone was earnest, and he did not speak.

There is a pot of cactus in the house, placed in front of the window, it grows very luxuriantly, and Aheng usually takes care of it.

Yanxi stood in front of the cactus, lowering her head to play with the seven chains.

Suddenly, he screamed loudly, looking very emotional.

Aheng and Yanfu walked over, but Yanxi uprooted the cactus. The cactus, densely packed with hard thorns, pierced the flesh of the finger in an instant, and the hands were full of blood. He clutched the cactus, looked at Ah Heng, with a sad and determined face, and smashed it.

Aheng looked at him blankly, forgetting to avoid it, and the cactus ball ran across her trousers.

She said, we say Xi is a good boy and will not hurt others, especially me.

She said, Uncle Yan, trust me, don't send Yanxi to the hospital.

So he broke her oath.

"Death and life are broad, say with the son; hold the hand, grow old with the son." Although this sentence sounds good, it is really a tragedy.

Especially, there is only one person, delusioning forever.