Chapter 12: Who are you i am not
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A Heartwarming Decade
- Shu Hai Cang Sheng
- 2156 characters
- 2021-03-03 07:21:41
When Si Wan and Si Er returned to Wen's house, Aheng was already asleep. She thought she would suffer from insomnia. As a result, that day was the day when she came to Wen's house and slept most peacefully.
No dreams, no worries, no fears.
Probably the effect of Christmas Eve, peaceful.
She got up the earliest in the morning. When she went downstairs, Mrs. Zhang was still working hard to make breakfast. The kitchen was very warm and the sweet smell of white porridge floated.
A Heng took a sip of aroma, and she heard the familiar tune of "Shajiabang" by Mrs. Zhang. She laughed, and it seemed that Si Er had also returned with Si Wan, otherwise, Mrs. Zhang would not be so happy.
The doorbell jingled.
As soon as Mrs. Zhang entered the kitchen, she was basically in If You Are the One, and she would never hear the doorbell.
Aheng trot to open the door, it was the postman.
Someone sent a greeting card to Yunheng.
The simple card, rough paper, rough printing, small town style, terribly warm.
One by one, clean and careful.
The word Yunzai has always been poorly written. He stays in the hospital all the year round, few days to practice calligraphy, even going to school, he just listened.
The words in front of him, Evian's condition, can only be written so profoundly with effort. Fortunately, unlike Ah Heng-he is very intelligent.
"Yun Heng, I hate you very much."
She blinked red eyes and her nose was sour.
"But it's hard to miss."
Close the card, tears came out.
It's such a coincidence, thousands of times, the card was delivered to her at Christmas, but it was printed: Happy New Year.
Whose scene should be met, and whose mood should be met?
She is here, as rustic as hers, as stupid as she is. I don’t know the foreign holidays, but I estimate the time. It was sent a long time ago, hoping that the older sister who was stubbornly writing "Yun Heng" by him would receive his New Year greetings before 1999.
A card, from Wushui to City B, how many winds, dust, drizzle, heavy snow and cloud dreams have it experienced before it becomes so precious?
There was a young man who lingered on a sick bed, closed his eyes and thought, how long will it take to form these two lines!
When Si Wan pulled Si Er's hand downstairs, A Heng was having breakfast, his head down, silent. His heart was a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to say.
"A Heng." Sier whispered a little timidly, she was trying to please A Heng.
Si Wan felt sorry for Si Er, and the corners of her mouth were a bit bitter.
A Heng raised his head, looked at the girl's white and small face, smiled slightly, and nodded: "Si Er, have breakfast."
Si Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Si Wan, eat too." A Heng bent his eyebrows, his face calm and gentle.
Si Wan remembered what he had said in the church. At that time, his head was hot, in order to appease Sier, but he subconsciously hurt Ah Heng.
Fortunately, she couldn't hear it.
However, when he came back, the sharpened apple on the desk caught him off guard, and he became more guilty.
"A Heng, I ate yesterday's apple." Si Wan blurted out.
Aheng smiled, nodded, picked up the schoolbag behind him, and said softly: "I am on duty today, let me go first."
Si Wan wanted to say something, her mouth opened and closed, and she felt powerless.
In the next semester of the first year of high school, A Heng made a blockbuster in the first final exam he transferred, taking third in grade and second in class.
In Xilin, all the idiots know what the concept of the first three grades are, but Big B didn't run. As for Si Wan, the fifth grade as usual, from the first grade to the second grade, she did not move her position.
The Wen family were all taken aback by A Heng's good grades. However, happy after all. Who is unhappy that there is such a compelling child in the family? Besides, he was still a silly boy who was basically stamped with a "waste wood" seal before.
Old Wen laughed from ear to ear, and praised everybody, looking at his granddaughter, how pleasing to the eye; Mother Wen would also take A Heng to City B during the winter vacation and buy some snacks and clothes, which is regarded as a reward; although Si Wan was surprised , But when I think of how Ah Heng usually studies hard, I understand.
Sier has been living in Wen's house since Christmas. Old Wen has always been vague and did not make a statement. Wen's mother and Si Wan were so happy to be confused.
It's just that A Heng is a little embarrassed. Her room belongs to Sier. Sier comes back. Will she move or not?
Sier's health has been poor since she was a child. She slept in a temporarily cleaned guest room. It didn't take long for her to get sick because the indoor air humidity was not enough and the heating intensity was poor. I was sent to the hospital for a few injections. Before I came back, the doctor ordered a rest.
After that, Si Wan wandered outside A Heng's room for nearly half an hour.
A Heng knew someone outside the door early in the morning, and listening to the footsteps was even more sure that it was Si Wan. After waiting for a long time, before he knocked on the door, Aheng opened the door.
Si Wan stopped walking, coughed lightly, and walked to her: "A Heng, are you still used to living in this room?" The boy was careful with his words, casually, but his eyebrows were frowned.
"The room is too big to be used to." A Heng smiled and shook his head.
"Then...Is it okay to change your room to a smaller room?" Si Wan licked her dry lips and asked cautiously.
"Good." Aheng smiled.
Si Wan's eyes lit up, and he took a sigh of relief, dimples over the old wine.
"Si Er, when, come back?" Her voice was waxy, although her lips were thin, her smile was not sharp.
"This afternoon." Si Wan said, but was surprised that he had said something wrong.
"Now, can you move?" Aheng pushed the half-covered door completely open.
Inside, there was almost no trace of her existence, and she still looked like Sier when she was there. At the foot of the bed, two luggage bags were neatly placed.
She had already prepared everything, pretending to wait silently without knowing it.
Si Wan's eyes were getting colder, all his bedding, all the words, all the uneasiness, at this moment, seemed cold and ridiculous.
He has never dared to be like a family member and misjudged A Heng's clumsy or cleverness, but obviously, she was so smart that she was beyond her imagination, and her understanding was chilling.
He wandered in front of her room for such a long time, and such guilt and worry were wiped out in an instant.
Si Wan felt anger in her heart, her face was as cold as ice, and she said lightly: "What do you want, I will compensate you later."
A Heng was stunned, then smiled bitterly, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.
Knowing that A Heng had moved to the guest room, Old Wen was annoyed: "Wen Si Wan, who is A Heng? Tell me!" The old man's face was hard and he looked at Si Wan.
"Grandpa, don't be angry, I'm not good, brother, he just..." Si Er was aside, crying anxiously.
"I'm not your grandfather, if you are really interested, just call me'Grandpa Wen'!" The old man lowered his face, not looking at Sier, his eyes staring at Si Wan severely.
Si Wan's hand was tightly clenched, and he looked at Old Wen, and said every word: "Grandpa, since you are not Erer's grandfather, naturally you are not my grandpa!"
Old Wen was extremely angry, stretched out his hand and slapped the young man on the face.
Si Wan didn't dodge, raised his face, and took it for life. In an instant, five fingerprints appeared on the boy's face.
Although Lao Wen treated his grandson harshly, he was never willing to touch him. Now he hit him with anger and distress.
"A Heng is your sister, did you know that!" The old man was heartbroken and took A Heng's hand and asked her to stand in front of him.
"Grandpa, what is Erle?" Si Wan paused, and his voice became choked.
Old Wen's voice was old and sad, and he took Si'er's hand and spoke softly: "Good boy, let's say we owe you the Wen family. You have your good fortune, don't get entangled anymore."
Aheng looked at Sier.
Si Er's face instantly paled, looking at Lao Wen, tears filled his eyes. She laughed and opened her mouth. Tears flowed out without saying anything. She slammed Aheng's hand and asked her cryingly, "You are me, then who am I?"
A Heng's eyes were stung by the girl's eyes, but in a blink of an eye she saw her closing her eyes, her body falling down like a dead leaf until she lay on the floor unconsciously.
Si Wan yelled, picked up Si Er and ran out.
The doctor's diagnosis was that Err fainted because of shortness of breath, and because of his previous illness. It’s not difficult to recover, as long as you are no longer angry, you will recover if you calmly recuperate.
When Aheng rushed to the hospital, Si Wan was sitting in the ward and staring at Si'er in his sleep.
She was outside the door, lying on the window, standing for a long time, watching for a long time, her feet were sore, her nose was sore, but Si Wan did not even lift her head.
Then Wen Mu also heard the news and rushed to the ward from the piano recital.
"Aheng, you go home first, Sier can't see you now." Mom glanced at her and pushed her out the door again.
A Heng stood quietly in the corridor, and what she saw in her eyes were the people who were tortured by illness coming and going, their eyes were empty.
Back to...home?
Where is her home...
Who used loneliness to build her a maze, so that she could not find her way home for so long.
She walked for a long time, and the stopped snow began to fall again, lingering in her hair until she stood in front of Wen's house again with her.
However, this is not her home.
A Heng stayed for a long time, but he still couldn't afford the courage to open that door.
She smiled and sat on the steps in front of the white building.
At this moment, if someone could take her away, Aheng thought quietly and sniffed.
It was also such a snowy day, so cold...The little match girl polished the match and saw everything she wanted, including her favorite grandma. So, what would she see when she polished the match?
A Heng had stubborn thoughts, unable to suppress the screaming and spreading hopes in his heart, touched his empty pockets, only to find that he had no props for happiness.
Matches, well, socialist society does not have the evils of capitalism. Matches are now very scarce. It is hard to buy if you have money. It is unrealistic to pretend to be a little match girl.
So, what about Hai's daughter? Oh, no fish tails.
So, girl lettuce? Well, what is lettuce?
So, Snow White? Well, she will be a stepmother and feed Wen Siwan to poisoned apples...
A Heng thought about it, hehe laughed, and his mood turned strangely.
She doesn't like to talk, looks very honest, but always secretly makes herself very bad in her heart. Such a person will probably be able to unbeaten the East for generations to come, right?
"What are you laughing at?" Curious voice, pink mask.
Aheng looked up and saw Yanxi again.
He was covered with pink, pink hat, pink jacket, pink pants, pink shoes, pink mask, and besides, he was carrying a big pink backpack.
The powder coat is light, the appearance is good, the warm color is three points, and the bright color is three points.
"Yanxi." She looked at him with warm eyes.
"Yeah." He responded.
"Are you here again, save me?" She smiled, her teeth neat and shy.
He looked at her with a smile, something flashed in his eyes, but he shook his head, just squinted his eyes and asked her, "What you said that day was not counted?"
"What?" Aheng inexplicably.
"Let me take you to play." The boy said with his slender and crystal fingers inserted into his pocket.
"You want, take me away?" A Heng asked him cautiously, not daring to let out the atmosphere.
The boy nodded, a strand of black hair hanging from the pink cap.
Ah Heng was very moved, his eyes sparkling when he looked at the boy.
"Help me with my luggage." The boy took off the pink backpack from his shoulders, hung it on Aheng, rubbed his arms, shook his head, and said softly, "I'm exhausted."
A Heng let out a "Oh", and his emotions turned into black lines.