Chapter 81: Sleeping people are afraid of waking up

In his spare time, A Heng squatted in the small flower garden, pulled out clumps of withered weeds, and loosened the mud after snow.
Yanxi lay in front of the window on the second floor and looked at her, opening and closing a beautiful box in his hands, humming an innocent tune, innocent and unruly.
The box was shining golden light in the sun, and the material was faintly translucent. It seemed to be inlaid with a painting, which was not real under the strong light.
He opened the box and asked, "A Heng, do you want to eat candy?" He took a candy out of it, and threw it down from the second floor, and threw it on A Heng's renovated soil.
A Heng picked it up, peeled the sugar paper and stuffed it into his mouth, but almost lost his throat and frowned, "Why is it so sweet?"
Yanxi succeeded in the prank and laughed: "I just soaked in the sugar jar for a long time."
A Heng was speechless, bowed his head and threw Can Xue around, then turned and smashed into a high place.
Yan Xi was caught off guard, her face turned straight. Seeing that he was embarrassed, Aheng also began to laugh.
Yanxi helplessly wiped her face with her hand, and muttered: "A child, stingy." Then, he fumbled out a little thing from the box and said, "This time, pick it up."
His fair face flushed slightly, turned around, stretched his arms to draw the curtains, and cut off his eyes.
The look in his eyes, for him, has always been something that is not easy to digest, especially when facing someone who makes you difficult to digest.
Parabola, in the sun, dazzlingly bright.
The little silver was thrown at her feet, spinning, and resting.
A Heng squatted there, squinting for a long time, the sun was too dazzling, and he shed tears unconsciously. Some dirty hands picked up the small, light ring.
A ring.
Thumb, index finger, middle finger, little finger.
One by one, wide or narrow.
Only the ring finger is left.
Hold it in the palm of your hand and stop trying.
She looked up at the light-colored curtains drawn on the second floor, smiled lightly, took out a handkerchief and wrapped it in her pocket.
Then, one day, the ring disappeared somehow.
Someone Wen said lightly that she didn't know where she left it, said that someone beat her chest and vomited blood, and said she never thought that this was a token of love?
Wen: "No. I always thought that it was a toy. Well, just like a scarf, you throw it like a red card in a brothel, and I just pick it up like a volcano."
Yan sb was devastated.
So, who would dare to say that these two are love, so bloody, so ridiculous, so looking for abuse, so... joy.
Before going back to school, the Wen family brother was moved with love and reason, and tears broke down-he is really not a good match to say he is!
Aheng was confused: "Does this have anything to do with me?"
Si Wan frowned, his eyebrows tucked into a tuft, and complained: "You and him, he and you, you...what the hell...relationship?"
Aheng said: "It doesn't matter, you have seen cats and mice, I am a cat, he is a mouse."
Si Wan: "Could it be that you... are actually just forced to live under the same roof. In fact, Yanxi has always been very jealous of you and hates you, in fact, you have always been enemies..."
A Heng looked at him and smiled lightly: "Yes, yes, we are enemies."
Many years later, the Wen twins pestered their father to tell stories, and Si Wan spoke sentimentally about the cat and the mouse.
His wife directly sprayed him with grape seeds: "How do I feel that you and me are not watching the same version?"
Si Wan said, "Why is there a different version? I scanned it a few times when I was a child, isn't it Tom and Jerry? That's the same situation..."
His daughter-in-law: "Oh, I didn't see it much when I was a kid. I only know that a little cat chased a rogue mouse all day long, chasing and chasing it, but it never stopped. It's kind of... that or something. "
What...sentimental?
They are acting, we are watching, who is sentimental, sentimental and what?
When Aheng returned to school, Wen's mother insisted on sending her to school.
Yanxi said: "I have an announcement tonight, so I won't follow it."
A Heng said: "Okay, I made one-person spare ribs in the refrigerator, and eat it in the microwave at night."
Yanxi brushed her teeth, frothed her mouth and nodded.
When he was washing his face, she went out, Yanxi said it was a good journey, and Aheng said thank you.
The door closed and the play ended.
The white foam on his mouth was not wiped clean, and he poked his head and looked at the wall covering the hallway. It was so white...it was an eye-opener.
The braised pork rice flew over and shouted "Aheng Aheng".
Yanxi smiled.
He said: "If you know who Ah Heng is, call it. When Lu Liu taught you to call his name before, the toilets on the tables and benches were Lu Liu."
Then, the word will freeze and become a terrible...what is called a memory?
She said, unless the loess and bones, keep him a hundred years old and worry-free.
But forgot to ask, who is the first to worry about nothing.
Years later, Yanxi was very busy, very busy, very busy. According to Xin Dayi, I didn't see Ah clearly, so hey disappeared. Ah thought he was Superman wearing underwear, and that grandson left China and affected the city.
Yan Xi spread her hands: "I hosted two shows in the morning, and finished 300 covers in the afternoon. In the evening, there are sometimes, baby, it's not that my brother doesn't play with you. I really don't have that energy."
Lifting his leg, just about to swish and fly away, Sindayi slammed, hugged his thigh, and burst into tears: "Yanxi, you can't be so unkind, brother, I beg you this time in this life!"
Yanxi: "Let go. You said exactly the same thing a month ago."
Sindayi said: "Last time the old man didn't give me venture capital, I was forced to borrow it from you."
Yanxi is cold-eyed: "Who makes you slap your chest every day? I must enter the office, and I must be the lintel. I must let others know that I am your grandson and not you. I want to be your grandfather. I'm already smoking to death, what I said is a fart!"
Sindayi replied, "Isn’t it all the ladyboys who persuaded me? He said that construction companies are promising recently. Anyway, our majors are all this. We make money as well as we are well-known, and we don’t have to pay dead wages to see whether people’s faces are different. ..."
Yanxi kicked him: "I'm too lazy to care about your messy things. Go and go, don't pull my pants, if you have anything to say, when is it like Chen Juan?"
Sindayi tactfully stared, watching Yan Xi be more God than God, very sincere: "Beauty, can you help us make a publicity? The company will open next month."
Yanxi: "You asked me to wear a yellow hat and a blue uniform to attract investment to your construction team. Do you need me to drink with someone in the next step?"
Xin Dayi: "Damn, is Lao Tzu that kind of person? It's just pointing to your famous and popular repeat customers. Don't think of people like Lu Liu and Wen Siwan!"
Yan Xi tusk: "You really value yourself, those two have long been cultivated into briquettes, are you the same tonnage as people?"
Sindayi rubbed his hair and smirked, "Then you helped?"
Yan Xi grinned: "It depends on the mood, time and reward."
Sindayi called: "Aheng, let me tell you something..."
Yan Xi cough: "Tomorrow afternoon and the next morning, I will spend two hours."
Sindayi happily said: "Oh, it's Sanjie, it's not Aheng, Sanjie, you speak so nicely in Tianjin, you ask me what can I do with Aheng? Hey, nothing is wrong, just miss her. Yes, I It's her brother Sindayi, who we talked about on MSN, yes, yes, see you later."
Yanxi gritted her teeth: "Damn, you are cruel if you are despicable."
Aheng has always been used to calling Yanxi at the school's public phone booth. In fact, it is usually basically said that Xi is constantly in Balabala, and Aheng just echoes, and then keeps throwing coins into the coin slot, listening carefully to what he says.
Sometimes, she didn't remember most of what he said. Later, in retrospect, there was only the sound of coin throwing herself.
Ding, hum.
Hidden in a small phone box, it is crisp, tender and long.
He said, "I miss you."
Through the phone booth, Ah Heng accidentally saw Gu Feibai and Du Qing, who were once close, walking on the long and long college road. He felt that the original meaning of being a person is not a person, and then he raised his face and said to the phone end: "I do not miss you."
"I don't want you, I call every day, and you are annoying you."
The weather has warmed a lot, and the south of the Yangtze River has gradually recovered.
Yanxi’s mobile phone can't get through for some days, and counting the time, it seems to be a case for Dayi's company, and she should have no time to talk to her.
But before, Yanxi would answer no matter what he was doing. Aheng thought about it, and found it strange.
She made four calls to Dayi. No one answered the first three times. The fourth time, she got through. She asked Dayi if she was hopeful. He hesitated for a long time, saying that Yanxi had a fever. Then I heard the sound of scoffing, and someone should have snatched the phone.
It's Yanxi.
The voice was okay, but with exhaustion, he said: "A Heng, I'm fine, but I have a fever. I haven't brought my cell phone for two days."
Aheng asked him: "You have a fever? Only fever?"
Yan Xi gave a hum, and said, "I'm fine. I'm a little sleepy at the moment, so I can make up for it and call you tomorrow."
Aheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, then you have a good rest."
After hanging up the phone, she took the application form and ran to Mr. Li's office in a gust of wind: "Sir, I want to sign up for a volunteer group."
At that time, a stubborn and contagious virus was spreading throughout mankind. The World Health Organization has not yet assigned a good scientific name. A large-scale outbreak has begun in the West. At that time, southern China was beginning to emerge.
As the academic leader in the South, Mr. Li, a female professor at the University of Z Medical School, has applied for a research team to study the virus on a special topic, and prepare to take students to the mild ward for personal observation. There are a lot of people who signed up in the hospital, but they were not afraid of death, or they were born and died with Ms. Li. In the future, Baobo exchange study abroad will have a success.
Ah Heng was very upbeat, and he had soared back to No. 1 again at the end of the term, and he was considered qualified. Only when Mr. Li saw her, he shook his head and sighed, "Hey, how come the children nowadays are so utilitarian?" Mr. Li had an inherent bad impression of A Heng. Fortunately, Gu Feibai, a proud student, didn't have a path to black.
Ah Heng raised his eyes with a clear expression, and said, "Sir, are we going to take care of those who have fever and pneumonia?"
Mr. Li frowned and said, "More than that, the focus is on virus research."
A Heng was a little embarrassed and whispered: "Sir, I really have an impure purpose, and I really don't want to find out what kind of virus this is. I just want to take care of those who are sick. I don't know if it is possible?"
Mr. Li was stunned, but he slowed down: "Why?"
A Heng rubbed his nose and said, "I don't know why, it's just an impulse, uh, sir, you know impulse, you just want to do something serious."
Mr. Li smiled: "It must have been." He received the application form and waved her to leave.
Then, A Heng thought and thought, this impulse is really... inexplicable.
Yanxi has a fever. She is so far away from him to take care of her that she wants to take care of someone who is as sick as him. It seems that if she is so dedicated, others will also take care of her Mr. Yan.
Only wish, people share this heart.