Chapter 14: The closest relatives to the sparse and honest

"Where is the beauty?!" Yanxi vomited upside down on the dock. With a blue face, he grabbed A Hengyi's corner and didn't let it go. He decided to hate her until he died, and he did not let go of the eight generations of Wen family ancestors.
A Heng looked at the boy's big cold eyes and touched his nose.
She is innocent.
There are indeed many "beauties" on the boat, but they are not real beauties, but a kind of black fish. They are small and fat, extremely ugly, but the taste is very delicious. They are called "beauties" by fishermen. Therefore, She can't be regarded as lying.
However, Yanxi saw the "beauty" who was at the dinner table, like an eggplant that had been beaten by Frost, closed her mouth, and stared at Wen Heng with her beautiful big eyes.
"Little sister, let your elder brother taste the fish. I just came up. It's fresh." The boater was an old fisherman with dark skin, smoking a dry cigarette, sitting aside, and said enthusiastically.
"Grandpa, I know." Aheng smiled and nodded, and repeated the old man's words to Yanxi.
Yanxi looked at the little black fish in the aluminum basin, poked it with chopsticks, her face was gloomy and she didn't have much appetite. He had just been seasick and vomited for a while, and his stomach was extremely uncomfortable.
A Heng sighed and asked the old man: "Grandpa, do you have mint leaves?" She knew that fishermen had a habit of picking mint leaves in their mouths to refresh their minds.
The old man walked to the bow, held a small jar, smiled and handed it to Yanxi.
The boy unplugged the stopper, and the cool sweetness of mint came out. In the jar, there were dark red plums, which looked very attractive.
"It's Yangmei." A Heng raised his eyebrows.
"It's soaked with mint leaves. Just let your elder brother eat a few." The old man said in a thick watery tone, and snorted hard, the pipes were dotted with dots.
Yanxi chewed a few pieces silently. At first, he felt that the taste was very strange, spicy and astringent, without sweetness, but after eating a few, I felt that the tongue taste was not delicate enough, but it had a special flavor, and the stomach discomfort gradually gradually. Was suppressed.
A Heng calmly picked up a piece of fish, picked up the spines, and put it in the Yanxi bowl.
Yanxi has always enjoyed the treatment of the emperor at home, and Li Jingwei helped him clean up and feel comfortable, and never bothered eating.
At this moment, A Heng caught the fish for him and bothered to remove the fish bones. He ate it for granted because of inertia, but he didn't realize the improprieties. And A Heng did not think too much in his mind, just Just do it if you want to, without being alert at all, this behavior contains the meaning of pampering and intimacy.
When both of them are treated as ordinary, this matter is really not a major event. After eating, with a touch of your mouth, you will be your word, I will be my Wenheng, the bridge is the bridge, the road is the road.
The little black fish was stewed with red pepper from the lake water by the old man. It is absolutely natural and tastes fresh, tender and smooth. Yanxi was satisfied with the meal, and the gloom in her eyes gradually disappeared. She was so hot and sweaty that her cold seemed to have gone for quite a while.
The night was getting darker, and the moonlight was reflected on the lake, shimmering, silver rippling.
The old fisherman helped the two of them tidy up their beds. Yanxi and Aheng sat on the bow, watching the mountains and rivers somewhat unconsciously.
The winter in the south does not have the coldness of the north, but only brings the coldness that seems to be nothing. The wind blew gently, and the water waves slowly drifted in one direction, round vortexes, one after another, overlapping the passage of time, in a casual and gentle way, but it was easy to indulge in it.
Yanxi's slender legs are crossed together, and his sitting posture is comfortable and slightly childish.
Suddenly, the boy smiled.
He hummed a small tune gently.
A Heng has never heard of it before. The song has a touch of laziness, a touch of comfort, and a complete language and Greek style.
However, it sounds unexpectedly nice.
Later, by accident, she knew that this tune was G.L.'s classic love song "Willingly".
Love is a willingness.
The lyrics were written eloquently, and Yanxi hummed casually, not responding to the scene at the time, but coincidentally, it responded to her love after many years.
Yanxi got up, folds back into the cabin, and when he came out, he carried the drawing board and an oil lamp.
"You want to paint?" Aheng asked him with his head tilted.
The boy nodded, his black hair was gently lifted by the wind, revealing a smooth forehead.
"What to draw?" She smiled.
The boy pointed to the green hills surrounding the lakeshore. He sat on the boat board, bent his knees, put the drawing board on his lap, beside his white hand, was a box of oil paint.
Aheng helped find a black thick porcelain plate from the cabin. Yanxi washed it with lake water, and then as a magician, under the dim yellow light, he drew out a few tubes of paint and slowly adjusted the color with her hands.
He picked up the paintbrush, not with the inattentive expression of the past, but with concentration, and all his mind was focused on the drawing paper in front of him. He held the paintbrush between his index finger and middle finger, and gently measured the position of the pen, his lips pursed, his black eyes were not emotional, he looked cold and serious.
When Aheng watched him slowly and surely print the lake and mountains on the pure white drawing paper, he was more moved than surprised.
Nature has created too much beauty, and this beauty is often ignored by cooling, and loneliness exists thinly. People may look at it with admiration and praise, but they are always helpless by this beauty, and the desire to have it tortures the soul.
But when she saw the continuation of its life-just a thin piece of drawing paper, everything was measured by its lonely years but a short time, the desire for this beauty in her heart had been completely stopped, and it was the young man who was surprised. Talent, moving, but for the sake of one side of the landscape.
Time passed by, he couldn't stop writing, she couldn't stop her gaze, and brought presumptuous madness.
I don't know how long it took, the boy finally wiped the last stroke with his thumb and lost the pen.
"It looks good." A Heng looked at the painting. Although he knew that he described it badly, he still bowed his eyebrows and smiled.
Yanxi also smiled. He took out the drawing paper reflecting the landscape from the drawing board, holding a corner with one hand, and slowly drying it with the wind.
"Give it to you." The young man gently handed the painting to her, his delicate eyebrows flying, his bright black eyes with sly, "But you have to do me a favor."
A Hengzhen held the drawing paper in both hands, and nodded seriously. When he looked up, he found that there was an abnormal blush on the boy's face.
A Heng's heart tightened, and he reached out to reach the boy's forehead, only to find that it was terribly hot.
Oh, I have a fever!
The young man stretched out her hand and pushed off her hand that was covering her forehead. There was a hint of unnoticeable displeasure in her eyes. He said flatly, "I'm fine." Then he got up and entered the cabin.
When Aheng followed into the cabin, Yanxi was already covered with a quilt, leaning on her side, curled up on the bed motionless. She stood by the boy's bed with the oil lamp in her hand, but she was not relieved after all. She brought a small bamboo stool to sit at the foot of the bed and blew out the lamp.
Outside the cabin is the sound of water waves, rushing and flapping, and then, still and flowing.
Under the moonlight, she looked at the curled back figure on the bed, which was outlined in a blur, and the feeling of unreality grew stronger.
A Heng's heart is empty, she knows that Yanxi knows that she is here; she knows that with her, this young man will not put down his guard and take a good rest.
But she held the smoked oil lamp and refused to let it go. Her hands were full of terrifying temperature when her fingertips were just touched.
She wanted to do something, but found her existence meaningless.
A Heng always felt that she was stupid, but the mind of this young man was so clear that she could no longer see it. Yanxi is stubbornly insisting on his dignity. He would rather have a fever than a stranger approaching him at will.
So she sighed and quietly turned her head to go out.
At this time, the young man let out a moan dullly. A Heng's heart tightened and turned hurriedly, trying to get out of the cabin to call the fisherman.
"Wait a minute." A hoarse, slightly tolerant voice.
A Heng turned his head, the boy sat up with his hands propped on his body, his lips turned white in the moonlight, and his face became brighter. After a long while, he said weakly: "Wen Heng, you can talk to me for a while."
"You are sick." Aheng said softly.
Yanxi lowered her head irritably, with a slightly disturbed tone: "I don't like strangers approaching me."
Fu grasped the bedding under his finger again, and after a long while, he said weakly: "Wen Heng, you can talk to me for a while."
"You need to rest." Aheng shook his head.
Yan Xi smiled faintly, ignoring A Heng, and opened his mouth: "Wen Heng, how old did you learn to speak?"
Aheng looked at him quietly, without speaking.
"I was one year old. Guard Li was holding me and asked me to touch his throat to listen to his pronunciation. The first word he taught me was'mother'. I learned it, so I was happy with him He yelled "Mom". Unfortunately, he didn't praise me for being smart."
Yanxi smiled slightly, breathing a bit heavy: "Really, shouldn't you encourage such a small child?"
His voice was pretending to be brisk and audible, but it slowly sank like a sponge in the water.
"One and a half years old, when I was learning to walk, my old man squatted on the ground and waited for me to get closer. At that time, he was too young and felt that the road was too long and the walk was very tired, but he wanted to get the candy in his hand. That was thinking. The American candy that Wan and...none of them were sent back by those two people—sorry, I'm not used to calling them'Mum and Dad'. I think if you get it, you can show it off to Si Wan. "Yanxi spoke a little fast, and after speaking, she leaned on the quilt and laughed.
A Heng’s lips were a little dry, she approached the teenager, raised her hand, then put it down weakly, and smiled softly: "What then?"
Yanxi couldn't stop laughing. It took a long time to raise her head. A thin layer of sweat oozes from her forehead: "I was making a noise to let Guard Li take me to think about Wan's house, holding candy in her hand, and preparing to show it to him smugly. Then, Zhang My sister-in-law told me that Uncle Wen and Auntie took Si Wan to the Children's Park and will only be back at night."
She looked into his eyes, and the shards of light flowing slowly, like tides, slapped and passed.
"I waited till night before I saw Si Wan. But the kid dared to smile at me. So I beat him to tears..." The boy closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
The corners of Aheng's mouth were dry and she didn't know what to say. At that time, she was still in a baby, and would only hide in her mother's arms and sleep with her hand every day. Although my mother is not a real mother, she is the source of all hope and love.
"Yanxi..." She called him hesitantly, her tone of apology. Although I don't know what I am sorry about.
The boy did not answer. He leaned on the bed, already asleep, with his hands curled and clasped in a baby gesture.
A Heng sighed, took the person on his bed, and covered Yan Xi. After confirming that he was asleep, she gently placed him on the bed and watched his head slowly sink into the soft pillow.
In the middle of the night, A Heng boiled hot water and applied a towel several times. Fortunately, it was only a low-grade fever and a layer of sweat, and the boy's body temperature had returned to normal before dawn.
She had been thinking about what Yanxi said to her, and she was willing to let her know.
People who are sick are too vulnerable to hide themselves. The undisguised person is not within the range that she is still familiar with.
She was not sure whether Yanxi still expected her to learn this fact when she was sober.
Many years later, the dust settled, and when asked about this, Yanxi smiled: "It's just a fever, not drunk."
Those words really really wanted to tell her.
Aheng shook her head, she didn't think Yanxi was a person who would like to talk. In fact, in many cases, it was too deep for her to think about it.
Yanxi hesitated, and only spoke for a long while: "A Heng, although I never said it before, at that time, I did treat you as a future wife, even if you didn’t know the inside story. Because I always think that the relationship between husband and wife It should be honest."
Aheng smiled bitterly.
It was already early in the morning when Yanxi regained consciousness, and a faint mist appeared on the surface of the lake.
He moved his fingers slightly, but he felt heavy on his body when he wanted to get up.
One quilt, two quilts, and... one person.
Yanxi raised her eyebrows and tried to push the girl away mischievously, only to find that the girl's hand was holding her left hand tightly, and she was silent for an instant.
He frowned, for a while, dissipated the displeasure between his eyebrows, smiled, gently pushed the girl's hand away, and got out of bed carefully.
He stretched and felt that he had a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, his body was sticky and wet with sweat.
Yanxi sniffed his shirt in disgust, her nose wishing to be eight feet away from her, helplessly unrealistic, so she stepped out of the cabin and shouted at the bow: "Ahhhhh, I want to go ashore, Master wants to take a bath!"
The old fisherman in a straw hat smiled and waved at him.
Aheng also smiled. She just woke up, but afraid of Yanxi's embarrassment, she pretended to be asleep.
However, at the moment, I am really sleepy.