Chapter 79: Many memories I want to forget

When Aheng returned home, or Yanxi's home, he laughed unconsciously.
A small flowerbed is enclosed by a wooden fence on the open space in front of the white building. The vegetation wilts early in winter, and it is hard to see what is being planted. A small shovel and a bucket were thrown at random in the flower garden. They looked like they hadn't been taken care of for a long time, but from a distance, they were a little indescribable.
Aheng teased him: "Are you ready to be a farmer?"
Yanxi is serious: "Daughter, why don't we grow... ribs together."
A Heng lowered his head, looked at the dim grass trails, and said, "It's weeds. It's a weed, you must have been abandoned after you surrounded it."
Yanxi doesn't care, shamelessly: "Anyway, you're back, watch the seeds."
He blew a loud whistle, and the stewed pork rice and Xiao Hui quickly threw out from the room, looking at Yanxi with halazi and green eyes.
A Heng couldn't bear to watch: "How long have you been hungry for them?"
Yanxi took out canned meat and a large piece of bread from her pocket, threw them at them, and curled her lips: "You don't know how much they eat."
Aheng said gently: "I know."
I always know. Because of them, I fed them.
Seeing Ah Heng, the braised pork rice slipped his small eyes and flew around her without eating bread. He looked for a long time, and screamed: "A Heng, A Heng!" It rushed directly into A Heng's arms like a bomb, extremely excited. The feathers on the little head are all erected.
Xiao Hui was stunned, licking the canned meat.
Yan Xi was chattering and kicked the puppies who had been fat for several laps. Xiao Hui did not respond, his tail was raised in the air, and he ate happily.
A Heng gently soothed the braised pork rice with his hands, staring at Xiao Hui and smiling: "It can be seen, it doesn't remember me anymore."
Yanxi coughed dryly, patted Xiaohui's head, and stared, "It hurts you in vain. Your mother hasn't reacted at all when you come back!"
Aheng smiled and said, "It's okay. It's okay. It's mainly because when I left, it was still small and didn't remember anyone."
Xiao Hui posed her head in confusion, with a vermilion butterfly bell tied around her neck, jingling and ringing crisply.
A Heng squatted, and a few words were engraved on the bell. Although it was delicate, it was not a seal of Yanxi.
Do not forget.
Retention: Chu Yun.
A Heng's fingers stagnated, there was no big expression on his face, and he smiled and stood up.
Yanxi was embarrassed: "Chu Yun, you know, it's—"
A Heng took the following sentence: "Height is 163 meters and weight is 45 kg. In 2002, he entered the TV station of City B. Starting from behind the scenes, an unexpected opportunity to audition was valued by the senior management and he was promoted to be the anchor of the evening news. Because of his freshness and nature His hosting style and beauty have been sought after and have been popular ever since. He likes small animals, prefers butterflies, is keen on public welfare activities, and publicly stated that his ideal type is a sunflower-like man."
complete.
Yanxi twitched: "Why do you know better than me?"
A Heng smiled calmly: "Always know whether she is kind and beautiful, and you...are you worthy of her."
The braised pork rice perched on the back of A Heng's fingers, his little wings flapped and he smirked.
Yanxi's brain was hot, and she was not convinced: "I am worthy of her, more than enough!"
Aheng squinted: "Where is the person?"
Yanxi: "Uh, we broke up. But we broke up peacefully."
He was uncomfortable, emphasizing the word "peace".
Aheng: "Oh, she dumped you."
In fact, she wants to know if they watched the sunset with Xiao Hui together, if they heard the same song with the same earphone, if they suddenly embraced for no reason, and if he drew it with half a pencil Her eyebrows, did she squeeze white toothpaste on her mouth and pretend to be a grandfather to show her, did she suddenly smile when she looked at her...
However, there seems to be no position, and the question is too clear.
Yanxi folded her arms to the back of her head and looked at the sky, looking at the soft clouds with big eyes, pretending not to hear. After a long while, looking at Ah Heng, pitifully, he said, "Daughter, I'm hungry. The hospital meal is really not for humans, not even a piece of ribs. I ate with you for three days, ah, three days."
A Heng bowed his head and teased the braised pork rice: "He is really annoying, isn't he?"
It's always annoying, isn't it?
However, he finally complied with his request and made a full table-braised pork ribs, stewed pork ribs, winter melon pork ribs, steamed pork ribs.
Seeing him like a child with bulging cheeks, A Heng smiled unconsciously and squinted his eyes, struggling to chop the rice.
The wound on my back was just crusted, wrapped in a white bandage, from the ribs to the bottom of the left chest, it was inconvenient to change the dressing, if I inadvertently tore the wound, it would hurt for a long time.
Yanxi said, "Aheng, if you don't mind, I can help you."
A Heng blushed, furious, and smashed the pillow on him.
He only told her to travel a long distance, but when he returned home, he became moody. How clear is it that Ah Heng is just sad, he can always ignore the gender in his eyes.
Or, Aheng can be a woman or a man, whether it is a man or a woman, as long as Aheng is enough.
Yanxi was at a loss, Ah Heng bought a box of chocolate milk, changed the subject with a dark face, and asked him how long the refrigerator had not been cleaned.
Yanxi's grievance: "I can't cook."
Aheng looked at him in a daze, then smiled suddenly, and sighed: "You, you."
The man only said, A Heng came back, everything can be slack off, the world couldn't be better.
However, I really hope that God will be pitiful, and let this young man grow up soon.
Si Wan and Si Er were ordered by their mother to see A Heng, and asked her implicitly: "When are you going home?"
It happened to be past the eighth day of the eighth day, and the radio was scheduled tonight, and Yan Xi was not at home.
Aheng smiled: "Oh, this is someone else's house."
She fixedly looked at them and sighed, "Why, I will only add a blockage to her when I go back. I'll be back to school in a few days, and Yanjia... won't stay long. She doesn't have to worry about other people's gossip. "
Sier mocked: "You have a seven-orifice exquisite heart."
A Heng smiled lightly: "It's fair, it's not. The Wen family is in the Yan family, so naturally there are people in the Yan family—"
Before she finished speaking, Si Er became furious and slammed the door and walked out.
Siwan squinted: "When did you know?"
Aheng said: "Winsell told me her last name two years ago, otherwise how would I know?"
Thinking about it, remembering something, and asking her in a low voice: "You were sick for more than a month because of this, instead of saying that you want to go to America?"
Aheng smiled and said, "Yanxi is really a sensible child."
Thoughtful and uneasy: "How to say?"
A Heng sat on the sofa, the braised pork rice sticking over again, she folded its wings affectionately, and said softly: "In order to repay my sister, treat other sisters like this."
With a sigh of thought, "When you were sick, I asked you where your heart was. You never said it. Why wait until two years later, so late!"
A Heng seemed to miss his words, fell into deep memories, and said softly: "He can't see you bullying me, just thinking that if it weren't his sister, our brothers and sisters shouldn't be like this; let alone Sier's unkindness to me The wayward appearance, as if he had made up for my grievances, and I was able to restore the appearance that Miss Wen should have, as proud as Sier."
"You know, Yanxi is such a distinct person, never willing to owe anything. And I happen to see him as the one who is owed."
She said: "Si Wan, guess what, if there is no such debt, how much can he pay attention to me from the beginning?"
A Heng looked at the white wall, and the bright and dazzling pictures on it gradually faded.
Back then, when she first saw it, it was still so beautiful.
She didn't even know why she came back.
If it is a longing, then this longing, even the vague hatred that she didn't even want to admit.
She said: "I thought about it, and I was happy, pretending that I hadn't found anything."
He was worried and sighed: "When Aunt Yan was pregnant with Yanxi, Uncle Yan had an affair. She was the illegitimate daughter of Uncle Yan, and her mother died after giving birth to her. At that time, Yanxi's parents had a divorce. It was so terrible, saying that grandpa couldn't bear his own flesh and blood, so he begged his grandpa to take it in. At that time, my mother just gave birth to you not long after, grandpa repayed my grandpa, concealed his heart, and concealed his parents to send you to Wushui, the hometown of grandma. ."
Aheng asked him: "What is the relationship between my grandpa and grandma?"
Think about it and avoid the more important things: "Your adoptive mother is the daughter of your grandma's old friend. As for what to repay, I...not very clear."
A Heng pointed to the sofa and smiled: "Si Wan, I am here now and don't care about anything."
Yanxi reunited with her, caring and petting her, often like a baby.
Waking up in the middle of the night, she hurriedly walked to her room in her pajamas, and only felt a little relieved when she saw that she was still there. He closed the door, but he cried silently outside the door.
Across the door, she closed her eyes and heard it clearly, and no longer wanted to hate Yanxi.
Soothing her mind, she bit her lip and lowered her head: "If you want to blame your father, blame me, he was indeed killed by me."
Dad rushed home from Gu’s family by plane, and it turned out that she had a heart attack. She did not obey her mother’s instructions and killed Dad.
Si Wan was full of pain: "That was my mother and I deliberately wanting you to escape... But, how much can you understand?"
Aheng did not speak, trying to see the clues in his eyes.
Si Wan stroked her hair, and smiled reluctantly: "Girls grow up, and their hearts are always biased. Fortunately, I'm still your brother."
Fortunately, it is not the enemy.
During the night, DJYan murmured softly during the show: "If only there was a bowl of braised pork ribs rice now."
The audience called and joked and said they would send it to him.
DJYan knows the taste and smiles and said: "Thank you, thank you, but I'm a bit picky. There are three flavors in the five flavors that don't like it. Don't bother.
Don't like sweets, don't like bitterness, can't taste sour, only spicy and salty can be eaten.
Knowing that he hadn't eaten well in the evening, Aheng heard the sadness and loneliness in the words, and his heart was funny, so he went to the kitchen to make ribs rice and put it in a lunch box. Remembering that Yanxi was wearing thin clothes and was cold at night, she took a thick coat, took the bus, and took it to the radio station.
There were reporters at the entrance of the radio station, and the microphones and cameras were blocked.
A Heng took a detour, but vaguely saw the bright-eyed person in the surrounding crowd.
Oh, it's Chu Yun.
Chu Yun also walked towards the radio station, and the reporter next to him hurriedly asked, "Is it the DJ Yan's class?"
Ah Heng was squeezed aside, and the lunch box was crooked and almost squeezed out.
Chu Yun said with an official smile: "DJ Yan and I are just friends, don't think too much."
One of the reporters was sharp-eyed and saw that Chu Yun was holding a lunch box in his hand, and said in surprise, "Could it be that DJ Yan was brought here?"
Chu Yun pulled his face down and said no, turned and walked quickly, his high heels swaying.
A Heng looked at the lunch box in his hand blankly, something inexpressible in his throat.
She sighed and sat in front of the radio station, eating the rice and ribs bit by bit in the cold wind. At the end of the meal, the rice and meat were cold, making it uncomfortable to be caught in the stomach.
Looking at the watch, the hour hand is almost twelve, and Yanxi's program is almost over. Aheng put down the lunch box and took his coat to the studio on the third floor.
The staff asked her what was wrong.
She said she was looking for Yanxi.
The staff asked her what is the relationship with Yanxi.
A Heng stagnated, and said, "I'm his sister, it's cold. Bring him a dress." Spreading his coat with both hands, it was the one that Yanxi often wears.
The staff just let it go.
When Aheng walked in, unexpectedly he didn't see Chu Yun.
Her Mr. Yan is sitting in the glass window, wearing a headset and a blue sweater, and looks lazy, a little like he just woke up at home.
Aheng hugged the clothes and smiled.
Yanxi raised her eyes, saw Ah Heng, startled, and laughed, while persuading the lost lamb on the other side of the phone what to do, she danced to her.
A Heng sniffed and covered his eyes, which was embarrassing.
She walked over, through the glass, cold and hot met, foggy, Yanxi's face was not clear.
His mouth opened and he said something that was not gentle but still soft, and the nasal sound of his youth was long gone. It was clear and magnetic, which sounded very nice, unlike what he heard on the radio.
She stretched out her hand and pressed her soft finger to the glass, and the mist on the window melted into the warmth between her fingers.
Yanxi looked at her, drowned her brows, stretched out her hand, from bottom to top, five fingers tightly and deeply attached to her.
He took advantage of the gap and opened his mouth gently: "Wait for me, baby."
Word by word, silent.
Chu Yun, who was waiting in the other directing room, stood there, seeing it clearly. She laughed and asked the staff on the side: "Sister, have you ever seen Yanxi be so gentle?"
She pointed to those two who had the shadow of each other peacefully in this way, and she shed tears: "Sister, don't tell me, I have been here."
Why is it so unequal? He was unconscious when she came.
It turns out that your Aheng has returned.