Chapter 60: The Third Mo is the Seven Deadly Sins

On that road, he had walked with her on his back for an unknown period of time.
In the front, those familiar faces laughing and singing, after all, turned into a gray setting in the fog of the early morning, like the soul he often freezes in the camera lens.
The person on his back, treating him so well, seems to be just a memory of his youth, like Lu Liu; like Lin Wanwan.
no difference.
Inadvertently, disappointed in him, then let go and go away.
Even if he said, I want to like you very much, it's useless.
So, this kind of thinking is what he can remember a long time later about Ah Heng, his last impression of that year.
She was on his back, the skin that the two people touched was only sweat caused by body temperature.
Her father called her and provided his own opinions.
This call was received when she woke up in the morning. She hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Dad, let me consider it again."
After the hangover, my throat was very dry and my head was heavy. Holding the volunteer book, Aheng rubbed his temples while turning it over.
Is Z big? Very good school, located in H city, very close to Wushui.
Hey, bright nosebleeds dripped on the book, Aheng clutched his nose and ran to the bathroom. Drinking too much, the weather is dry, it seems to be particularly prone to nosebleeds.
She washed her nose with water, the red blood was diluted by the water, raised her head and patted her forehead.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Yanxi's big eyes.
A Heng was taken aback, wanted to lower his head, but was stopped by him.
"Don't move." He frowned, fingers cold, and patted her forehead lightly.
"Why do you get a nosebleed?" the teenager muttered, "I heard others say that only children will get a nosebleed by themselves."
Her lips were very dry and skinned. She licked it, but there was a trace of blood and depression: "I will never drink again next time."
Drunk, the side effects are endless.
Headaches and nosebleeds are still trivial, but it’s not good to listen to things that shouldn’t be heard, and then believe in things that shouldn’t be believed.
"Yanxi, Sier said something to me yesterday." A Heng said slowly, "she said--"
"Don't believe it." He said flatly.
"Ok?"
He looked at the faint blood stains left under her nose, with his palm resting on her forehead, with a cool and soft touch, repeating it clearly.
"I didn't tell you personally, don't, believe it."
"Oh."
Concerned about Yanxi's results, Aheng thought he should report to T. In comprehensive colleges, the level of arts and sciences is very average, Yanxi is more interested in partial literature, but she is all about studying medicine.
Zaizai's illness has always been a thorn in her heart.
After talking to him, the boy cheered: "I heard that the ribs made in T canteen are awful."
She glanced at him: "B big ribs are delicious. Why don't you get a top pick in the college entrance examination? You don't have a high score, and there is so much nonsense."
The teenager said with tears: "T is big, T is big! But A Heng, let me say yes, I will never live in the student apartment, I want to go home to eat and live.
"Okay, okay, go home, I'll make you ribs." She looked at him with a smile.
She said: "Yanxi, I hope you won't get bored."
He laughed: "A Heng, that's ribs, ribs, and Yanxi's favorite ribs."
Hearing this sentence, I suddenly felt a little moved.
Favorite favorite.
From his mouth, how rare.
She seems to have always tried her best to do everything she can to him in the space she has. It's just this space, I don't know if it is enough to fulfill his freedom.
She is Ah Heng who can be Yanxi's favorite ribs.
No, my favorite Aheng.
The last day of volunteering was his birthday.
He and her filled out the volunteer forms overlaid on top of the glass coffee table. That's where they often write their homework together. It's a good angle and you can take a peek at the TV.
She said: "Yanxi, when you finish celebrating your birthday, we will hand in the volunteer form."
He nodded and simply said "OK".
On that day, almost all of my friends arrived. The big cake, brightly blooming with sunflowers, was used as a toy by them, and almost all fell on him.
He smiled innocently and slyly, opened one eye and closed the other, letting them make trouble.
"Yanxi, you are still as vulnerable as before."
With a light voice like flowing water, everyone turned their eyes, and there was a young man standing outside the door, looking from a distance, like a whole piece of Hetian white jade, with fine brushwork and flawless flow.
"Lu Liu." Chen Juan was startled, stood up, put down the sweet and greasy cake in his hand, like a child at a loss.
"It's been a long time." The young man nodded lightly, his eyes looked at everyone, it was the ancient well pool water that was slightly converging.
No joy, no anger, no wrongdoing, no discordance.
Lu Liu, this is Lu Liu...
This was the first time Aheng saw Lu Liu.
After a long time, I realized that this person was the biggest catastrophe in her life, except for Yanxi.
Without squinting his eyes, he walked towards Yanxi. In the light of the room, there was a cold silver light on the phalanx of his right middle finger.
Tiffany.
The man glanced at Yanxi's right hand, white and empty. Lifting his chin, condescendingly, asked him lightly: "Where is the ring I gave you?"
Confrontation and hostility that is completely different from the kind and indifferent attitude towards everyone.
Yanxi shook off the boy's hand and wiped the cream on his face, but he could only see the big beautiful eyes: "Throw it away."
The boy's gaze turned black, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he took off the ring on his right hand, something like that cold, and handed it to Ah Heng: "Meeting for the first time, Wen Heng. A small meeting ceremony."
The sleeve corners of the iron gray and blue suit, the hands of Hetian jade, and the noble and luxurious rings.
She raised her head slightly, but her eyes suddenly hurt.
it hurts.
They drank a lot of wine.
Aheng felt very bored and went out to breathe. There were two people standing on the corridor.
Pink and blue.
The sound of misty color can't penetrate.
"If you are okay, come back to America with me."
"Give me a reason."
"Lin Ruomei leave it to you, how about it?"
"The grudge between her and me, you have no right to intervene. I am not interested in the grudge between you and her."
"You are too deep into the play, you have acted."
"It has nothing to do with her."
"Yanxi, don't challenge my bottom line with Wen Heng. It's no use."
"I said, it has nothing to do with her."
"If it's because of Sier, when did you have the talent to be a'good brother'?"
"My grandfather's order is to take care of her until she is eighteen."
"Her birthday is winter, it's been a long time."
"...I have a marriage contract with Ah Heng since I was a child. I love her forever in the way she hopes to make her safe and happy. Yanjia and I owe her."
"Yanxi, would you still love? This joke is not funny."
"No love, at least not letting go in advance."
They are playing a game of spreading words.
many people.
The first person uttered a word, whispered, and the last person announced the answer.
If it is different from what the first person said, it is necessary to find out which person started the error. This person must be punished with alcohol.
Sier sat with her. She attached to Ah Heng's left ear, and the voice that slipped gently, like a taut string, with pleasure and teasing: "Tell you a secret, Wen Heng. My last name."
A Heng smiled, leaning in Dayi's left ear, and said a little softly.
Dayi was the last person to announce the answer somewhat vaguely: "You didn't tell me in person, I don't believe it."
He smiled and said: "Why is it so bad? What I said at first was obviously'Welcome back, Lu Liu'."
Yanxi stood not far away. He looked at her quietly, his face pale.
A Heng smiled: "It was the wrong message from me."
She picked up the glass and drank the fine wine.
Slowly, gently, gently.
Daishan Mingshui, smiling all over the sky.
Lu Liu walked into Yanxi's home and was familiar with the road.
Braised pork rice fell on the young man's shoulder, shouting excitedly: "Stewed pork and braised pork."
Land flow, land flow.
In Chen Juan's eyes, there is sadness; in Si Wan's eyes, there is... despair.
She said, "Brother, you don't want to be like this."
For the first time, she called to Brother Siwan and gently covered his eyes.
But it is such a scenario.
Five o'clock in the afternoon is the deadline for submitting the volunteer list.
She made a cup of coffee for Lu Liu. The aroma was subtle bitter and sweet in the richness.
Then, she took two volunteer forms and ran to the school.
Along the way, there are many lanes and lanes, a commercial street with many pedestrians, and a long-awaited square. These seem to be all the memories of the three years she and Yanxi have walked together.
When she raised her eyes, the almost rusted big clock in the square was about to come to an end.
When she ran, she was almost out of breath and lost her focus. She pushed open the office door, and the loud sound shocked Ms. Guo, the head teacher.
"A Heng, have you chosen? Q or B?"
"Teacher, is there any free volunteer list?"
Aheng, Aheng, do you have any other choice?
Why not return.
Where to start and where to end.
She went to the airport to see Xi. Yanxi's hysteria requires a thorough examination in the United States.
He was carrying a red travel bag, just as he had taken her away from home.
He said: "A Heng, you are at home obediently, waiting for me, you know?"
She took off his sunglasses, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his eyelids.
Once there was a man who kissed her like this.
"Yanxi, don't forget the way home."
She smiled at him, one last time.
Yanxi, waiting for you without me at home, don't, forget the way home.
That year, the calendar finally came to an end.