Chapter 8: Yan Shao sturdy lanugo

Since the little bird called "Stewed Pork Rice" was taken away by Yanxi, Aheng and Si Wan got along a lot easier. Occasionally Si Wan would rub her long hair, joking, and smiling gently.
Is this... Brother's feeling?
A Heng was not sure, but it was uncertain and caring, she didn't want to worry about it anymore. It's very tiring to be horny.
She wants to live earnestly, live decently, pay slowly, and get rewards slowly.
This is a kind of ambition, trembling ambition.
Days are like running water, flowing through a small river called Time. The autumn leaves were all gone, and the winter was greeted with a depressed attitude.
No one had ever spoken to her before, and the Wen family had reached a tacit understanding, and they were trying to accept Ah Heng. But Ah Heng felt that they were forbearing and enduring very hard, and one day they would explode.
Therefore, before the balloon called "Er" exploded, she could only wait calmly, waiting for some precious opportunities or joys from life.
Er Er is an objective existence, but Wen Heng is a subjective name.
Objective and subjective, dialectical materialism, this is what the political teacher taught her.
Of course, studying and going to school is very tiring. This is a truth that cannot be denied objectively or subjectively.
But only the first year of high school. The teachers in every subject are red eyes robbing them of their renminbi like a cockfight. Who said that time is money.
Although Ah Heng would not complain, but when he heard the teacher "talking for two more minutes" endlessly between classes, he would feel very hungry and growl unceasingly.
After class, everyone rushed to the canteen.
"Damn! I got the wrong bread! Strawberry, I'm going to be so tired of it!" Xin Dayi yelled as if rubbing a bird's nest, the stairs were shaking.
"Small change, change with Lao Tzu, I only eat pork floss!" He smiled and moved to the side of a thin young boy.
Aheng muffled and laughed.
The boy who was called by Xin Dayi as a minor change was Wei Xu. He was handsome and had a small voice. He loved to dance rubber bands and kick shuttlecocks with girls. Classmate Xin was idle and gave him the nickname-Little Abnormal, or "Little Change" for short.
Although Wei Xu has a soft and weak personality like a very girl, he is a boy after all. He turned blue when he heard the voice of the culprit, Sindayi, and "hum", swaying the waist of the willow and carrying the meat floss bread. The money is gone.
"Oh, auntie, I'm annoyed by Xiaobian, be careful today he will bring all the girls to crusade you!" The other boys nearby laughed staggeringly.
"Go! Who's afraid of those girls!" Sindayi curled his lips and didn't care. "Whoever has meat floss bread, exchange it with Lao Tzu!"
Boys don't like to eat sweet things, and after listening to his words, they are like birds and beasts.
Aheng looked at the meat floss bread in his hand, hesitated for a moment, ran to his side, smiled and stretched out the bread in his hand, and said to Sindayi: "Change!"
The boy's eyes were very bright in his messy hair, but when he saw Ah Heng, his eyes became a little complicated. He grabbed the strawberry bread in his hand and said awkwardly, "I'm not hungry!"
Immediately, the beautiful parabola threw the strawberry bread into the trash can, and then turned and left.
A Heng was a little dazed, looking at the lonely bread in the trash can, sighed, picked it up, patted the dust on it, and whispered with Wu Yin: "One piece and five pieces."
"Aheng?" A somewhat puzzled voice.
Aheng turned around and saw Si Wan. Although he knew he didn't understand Wushui dialect, he was still a little embarrassed.
"You bought two breads? Just give me one. I'm almost starving to death!" The young man smiled and stretched out his hands. His hands were clean and slender. He looked at Ah Heng and whispered softly, "Today the student council has a meeting. The meeting ended. I was a little hungry just now, so I went to the canteen and the bread was sold out."
A Heng was a little moved, and handed the pork floss bread to Si Wan.
"I want to eat strawberries." The dimples at the corner of Si Wan's mouth were very eye-catching, and the girls coming and going up the stairs blushed and heartbeat.
A Heng smiled and shook his head: "It's dirty."
Si Wan smiled and said that he didn't mind, but A Heng turned his back and smiled beautifully.
Holding the strawberry bread, she went to the corridor on the floor of the classroom, opened the paper bag, and took a small bite.
A Heng is not sure about the difference between strawberry bread and pork floss bread. It's just that the sweetness of strawberry jam has overshadowed the sourness. It is not the taste of strawberry she has tasted, but it is really strange that it is called strawberry bread.
However, it is delicious.
On the day of Lidong, it rained. Zhang Xiaoqian exhorted Wan to ask her to go to the Yan family after school, saying that it was because the old man asked the Wen family to eat dumplings.
Old man Yan is an old friend of A Heng's grandfather, and a good brother who has been on the battlefield and exchanged life and death posts together. When the two were not in power before, one was the head of the regiment and the other was the political commissar. They were good enough to wear a pair of pants. Originally, I wanted to be a parent-in-law of my sons and daughters, but I ended up giving birth to children with handles, so I gave up.
Si Wan originally said that he would go with Ah Heng after school, but got stuck in the student union. A Heng waited outside the office for half an hour, but he was overwhelmed, so he pretended to be public for personal gain, and said that something was going on. He took the umbrella stored in the office and walked out.
"Is it cold?" Si Wan asked Aheng holding an umbrella, her starry eyes gentle.
Aheng put on the hood and shook his head.
The two walked quietly under the umbrella, one left and one right, one arm apart.
The wind in winter is a bit biting, the rain has been falling, the small alleys that have been in disrepair for a long time are a bit difficult to walk, and there is mud under the feet.
The two of them hid in the mud, but didn't want anything to come. They were splashed with mud by commuters who passed by on bicycles.
The young girl took out a handkerchief, hurriedly, careless about this and lost, most of them were soaked in the rain.
"Run!" Si smiled, "The clothes are all wet anyway."
A Heng grew up in a water town. He was naughty when he was a child, drinking water, fishing, and having plums and Huang Shiyu with his years. Therefore, he is not used to holding umbrellas. Now, Si Wan suggested that, in line with her mind, she nodded and rushed into the rain.
A Heng trot in the rain, but felt that the rain here is exactly the same as that of Wushui Town.
The gentle dipping clothes in the distance, the hardness in front of him.
Two different feelings, heaven and earth, evoked a heartstring called homesickness in my heart.
Si Wan walked slowly in the rain, watching A Heng's back quietly and gently.
There were cold, silky raindrops sliding across his face, his eyes were a little bit wet by the rain, and the old film of memories was blurred in the rain and then became clear.
He has seen, scene after scene, black and white movies. A girl once mischievously threw the umbrella in his hand, held his hand, and ran in the rain. He is accustomed to barely running behind the girl, accustomed to having a pair of small hands stuffed into his hands, accustomed to looking at the girl in the rain, who grew older than before, accustomed to calling her "Er" .
His Er, that piece of laughter was in the winter rain, but it was like a swallow whispering in the world.
He is Er Er's elder brother, what he once thought was a real brother, but inexplicably overnight, he became a stranger with his closest sister.
Sometimes, he annoyed Grandpa. Since knowing the truth and knowing that Er is not his sister, why indulge them so close? Because they mixed the blood into each other's bodies, they told him that the closest person who got along day and night had nothing to do with him.
A Heng in front of him shook his hand and smiled at him, but he couldn't smile at her, he couldn't even pretend.
The April Fangfei in the world has long been gone, and a bunch of peach blossoms quietly bloomed, but not as bright as the original.
After returning home, there was no one in the house. Grandpa Wen left a note, saying that he would go to Yanjia first and let them arrive as soon as possible after school.
Aheng and Si Wan hurriedly changed their wet clothes and left the house.
At this time, the rain had stopped.
"Yanjia, where is it?" A Heng was curious.
"You've seen it." Si smiled, and led A Heng around the garden and along the winding gravel road to the white mansion behind the towering trees.
"Here, this is Yanxi's house." Si Wan teased and pointed at the western-style building.
"Coincidentally, grandpa Yan, surname Yan." A Heng suddenly.
He laughed and his eyes were bright.
Where is it? If Grandpa Yan doesn't have a surname, should he follow their surname Wen?
"Lao Wen, your little girl is interesting!" The hearty laughter, loud and deafening.
Aheng fixed his eyes and realized that the door had been opened. Standing Yanxi and a group of adults, his face suddenly blushed.
Grandpa looked at her with a smile. Mother Wen stood on the left, and on the right was a very burly and tall old man, slightly blessed, with grey hair, thick eyebrows, piercing eyes and no anger.
Yanxi's beautiful appearance is astonishing, and it is totally different from the old man's appearance, but the look in his eyes is very similar to him, the same pride, the same look.
"Grandpa Yan is good." Si Wan bowed politely and stood beside Yan Xi with a grin, and the two teenagers began to mutter.
"A Heng, say hello, this is your grandfather." Mother Wen looked at A Heng with a rare smile on her face, thinking that she was also amused by her daughter.
Since Ah Heng came to Wen's house, today is the first time Wen's mother has beaten her daughter.
She is a long-lasting woman, and since the love in her adopted daughter can't be recovered, then continue to love. As for the girl in front of her, her heart trembled slightly, but she dared not get close.
"Grandpa Yan." A Heng's Mandarin is still hopelessly stupid, but the posture in which he bends over is quite regular.
"A Heng, Wen Heng, good! Good name!" The old man smiled and looked at A Heng with pity. What happened back then was caused by him. He felt guilty and distressed for this girl.
"Yan Shuai, you can talk about it, what's so good about this name?" Grandpa Wen smiled.
"Good is good, I just say good!" Yan Shuai gave Old Wen a sideways look, his thick eyebrows frowned, with a slight childishness.
"There is no way to rule!" Old Wen laughed.
"San'er, don't give me these twists and turns. Lao Tzu is a rough man, he has carried a gun for a lifetime, but he has never carried a pen!" Yan Shuai's eyes widened and his tone was vulgar.
"Weigh, take the sentence in the book "Han Feizi Yangquan", "Weigh is different from weight". There are thousands of worlds, ups and downs, right and wrong, all depends on a steelyard. My little girl is the one who weighs. People." Old Wen looked at his granddaughter, with wisdom in his eyes.
Yan Shuai laughed loudly: "San'er, you're so confused, who compares your girl to a scale?"
Old Wen shook his head and sighed.
Aheng's eyes lit up.
When he was a child, his adoptive father named him "Heng", which means perseverance. Together with his younger brother's name "Zi", it happens to be "Hengzai", in order to hope that the two of them will live a long life. It was only later that when the household registration officer made a mistake when registering the household registration, the word "heng" was used. In fact, it is not as old as Wen said, borrowing the name from the ancient book.
However, the gentle words that had been sculpted almost made her fold all the grievances in her heart, and she even looked at her grandpa's eyes with joy.
"Old man, when do I eat dumplings? I'm hungry and I'm hungry!" Yanxi listened to an adult before, and did not interrupt. At this time, she was empty. Shui Lingling's big eyes looked at Yan Shuai, who looked very well-behaved but spoke very well. Not well-behaved.
"Grandma, a bear! What are you calling me?!" Yan Shuai was annoyed, and the foul language popped out, bending over to take off the cotton slippers, and he was about to pump a teenager.
However, the young man cleverly hid behind his mother Wen, making faces and sticking out his tongue at Yan Shuai, with a naive face.
Aheng looked at him different from the usual arrogant and arrogant appearance, and laughed softly.
"Look, my sister is laughing at you. I really don't understand!" Mother Wen smiled and patted the young man's slender hand, then looked at Yan Shuai in a blink of an eye, "Uncle Yan, don't worry, Xiao Xi is just a kid with a temper. Do you really want to beat him?"
"For the sake of your sister's face, I will spare you today!" Yan Shuai's eyes widened.
"Old words, you will be prestigious!" Old Wen smiled and scolded.
Lao Yan favors his grandson, he is famous among their gang of old guys.
Yanxi was skinny when he was young. He was so annoyed that he raised his hand and was about to hit someone. But before the slap was rounded, the child cried like a wolf howling, crying and singing "Little cabbage, yellow ground, no father at the age of three, no mother at the age of five..." Wiping tears, pointing at Lao Yan’s nose and scolding him for being cruel. When a child grows up like this, Lao Yan’s family burns a high incense. There are three long and two short ones. How can you be worthy of the eight generations of ancestors!
Lao Yan looked at the child’s big eyes, the eyes were flickering with tears, and the more he looked, the more fluttering, he opened his mouth and said: "That is, don’t look at whose grandson, which child is more beautiful than my grandson? Lao Wen’s, Lao Lu’s It's not enough to add the old Xin's and Lao Xin's together!"
Unexpectedly, when these words spread, Old Xin was not happy. The chiefs always like to compare two people. Two people look at each other and they are not pleasing to the eye. The higher the rank, the more Liangzi. Marrying a daughter-in-law is better than having children, and having grandchildren is even better.
Lao Xin hugged his grandson Xin Dayi and asked Lao Yan to theorize: "Your grandma is a bear! Why do you say that my family is not as good as your family's words! You look at your family's words, that small mouth, you can eat noodles? Can't breathe, just like a girl, not masculine! You really have the face to say, I am ashamed for you!"
The old Yan slapped his hands and was also annoyed: "Your grandma's grandma is a bear! Your Sindayi looks good? A messy hair, and people who don't know think you are holding a monkey! The monkey cub is the monkey cub, right? Still a dumb baby, I am ashamed to say you a friend!"
At that time, Dayi was almost three years old and could not speak yet. In terms of hope, when he was two years old, he would lie to the streets with "uncle handsome and handsome, aunt beautiful"; when he was three years old, the high pitch was basically close to the level of a soprano, although not a word was tuned.
This deeply stung Lao Xin's fragile old heart, holding Xindayi every day and scolding Yan's grandparents, Xindayi listened with great gusto.
Finally, when Sindayi was three years old, three months, and three days old, he opened his mouth. The first sentence of his mouth was: "Yanxi, your grandma is a bear!"
One sentence made the whole hospital laugh for months.
Yan Xihua’s young self-esteem was hurt, and she caught Sindayi all over the yard, and then she cursed: "Sindayi, your father is a bear, your mother is a bear, your grandpa is a bear, your grandma is a bear, and your whole family is a bear. Black blind bear!"
As a result, it has become a classic, and it has been singing for a long time.
Yanxi, this child is lawless, and he must report it since he was a child. If others bully him a point, he must get back ten points from others. Even if one point is lost today, he will definitely make up for it in the future.
For this reason, Old Wen didn't like Yanxi, but when he looked at the face of his old friend, he still treated him as his own child. What he was most worried about was that Si Wan and Yanxi got too close and were badly taught by Yanxi.
"Auntie still loves me." In this room, Yanxi kneeled on one knee exaggeratedly and affectionately like a stage play, grabbed mother Wen's hand, her red lips were flying, and she smiled badly, "Auntie, you treat me like this Okay, do you like me? Oh, I am embarrassed. Then, Auntie, you just dumped Uncle Wen and remarry me, ah!"
"What a child, it's not serious, let your Uncle Wen hear it, and wait for him to smoke you again!" Mother Wen laughed nonchalantly, lit the boy's white forehead and spoke softly and affectionately.
"He's not here!" Yanxi didn't care, her beautiful eyes became narrower, and she looked at him with a smile.
Thought to laugh and laugh. Yanxi is only half a year older than himself. When he was a child, he clamored to call his brother by herself, but he refused. I don't know how many times he was beaten up by Yan Xiaobawang.
In the end, the little bully said cruelly: "You don't call me brother, I am not rare! When I marry Aunt Yunyi, let you call my father!"
So he wanted to be Si Wan's stepdad, Xiao thought for more than ten years.
Aheng moved his lips and looked at Yanxi blankly, dumbfounded. Why does this person have a face every day? So qualitative!
"Smelly boy, stop making trouble!" Yan Shuai flushed with rage, and brought Yanxi's red sweater collar to A Heng, gritted his teeth, "Tell your sister A Heng, what is your name?"
Yan Shuai didn't know that Aheng and Yan Xi had several bonds.
The "words" of the hope, the "xi" of the hopes. These two words have been engraved in the heart, sincerely fearful, never forgotten.
"Yanxi." He looked at her lightly, with black eyes and black hair and flowers around his lips.
"Wen Heng." She smiled, her eyes are clear and her words are harmless.
At that time, she finally had a definite name to call his name.
At that time, he and her had experienced several unintentional encounters and finally met.
Knowing this, she never expected it, and he never bothered.
One fifteen, one seventeen, just young.
It happened to meet on a narrow road, a good show.