Chapter 3

Aheng wanted to see a thousand scenes of his close relatives, but they were sour nose, tears and mixed feelings. Like the original Huangmei opera that his mother loved to read, it was touching and touching. Perhaps it was embarrassing and unaccustomed, and each other was careful. Due to the distance between time, there was an irreparable estrangement.

I have thought about each of them, but none of them is realistic. And this reality is true because it rejects all assumptions.

"Siwan, what's the matter with you?" The dignified old man swept his eyes slowly from ah Heng's body and fixed himself on the young man who was covered with water stains.

"Grandfather, Yan Xigang and I were just having fun. We were not careful..." Think of smile do not mind, smile easily.

The old man nodded slightly, and then his eyes turned to ah Heng.

Aheng's heart beat very fast, and felt that time seemed to stop at this moment. The old man, known as "grandfather", gazed, leaving her nowhere to hide.

"What was your name before?"

"Cloud, Heng." Aheng grew up in the south when he was young. Although he had studied Putonghua, it was very awkward to speak. Therefore, a word for a word, it seems clumsy.

"According to the seniority of Siguan, when your mother had you, I gave you a name called SIL, but this name was occupied. You'd better follow the original name. Later it will be called Wenheng. " The old man pondered, looked at his granddaughter and spoke after a while.

Occupied? Aheng is a little confused. His eyes unconsciously and carefully look at Siwan, and finally stop in his hands. The young man's fingers are bulging with distinct veins, and the water drops on the cuff slide down along the back of the hand.

"Sister Zhang, take Wenheng to rest." The old man told the middle-aged woman standing on the side, and then looked at Siguan, "go clean up. It's not like a man like that. "

The depth of love is the responsibility.

When aheng walked up the curved wooden stairs with his sister-in-law Zhang, he remembered the old man's way of teaching Siguan. This sentence flashed through his mind.

When she was very young, her adoptive father told her that family relationship can not be calculated by addition or subtraction. If there is no return, it is zero, and there is no area of haggling.

That does not love, so it will be indifferent?

In contrast, the teachers in the small town have also taught.

"Here we are, right here." Mrs. Zhang went to the corner on the second floor and opened the bedroom door.

"Thank you." Aheng's voice is gentle and his Mandarin tone is funny.

Sister Zhang's face was not natural. She looked at ah Heng for a long time, and finally sighed and turned away.

Ah Heng dragged the suitcase into the bedroom, but he was confused for a moment.

Full of warm blue, delicate and warm design, everywhere reveals the breath of life. Exquisite blue shell wind chime, soft enough to fill four of her big beds, revealing the warm breath of bedding.

Here, have you ever lived with anyone else before? As if he had broken into other people's privacy space, aheng was at a loss. He put down his suitcase and sat down on the swivel chair beside the glass round table.

Fang looked down and saw several delicate straw dolls on the round table. There are grandfathers with white hair and beard, grandmothers with curly eyebrows and cross pendants, father with cigarette in navy uniform, gentle mother with beautiful hair, boys with big eyes and deep dimples on their eyebrows. This is The Wens?

Aheng looked at those dolls with charming innocence, and his nervous mood was strangely relaxed. She reached out and caressed their outlines with her fingertips.

"Don't touch Earl's things!"

Aheng was scared and his hands were shaking. In a moment, the doll fell on the carpet. She turned and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of her. Her nose was strangely sour.

When she was a child, she knew that she and her father, mother and brother were in the cloud, and they all looked different. She asked her mother, "mama, why don't I look like you?"

"Ah Heng, it will look good in this way." Mother looked at her lovingly and laughed, "distant mountain eyebrows are more expensive than willow eyebrows."

Mica has a typical willow eyebrow, which is delicate and beautiful for women in the south of the Yangtze River; aheng has a remote eyebrow, delicate and gentle eyes, which looks like some bright and clean landscape.

The middle-aged woman in front of her happens to have a beautiful eyebrow.

Aheng stood up, rigid body, staring at her, to see her go to his side, gently squat down; to see her pity to pick up the fallen baby, and then stand up.

She didn't ask her name, how old she was, whether she was good or not, or what her mother would ask. She just looked at her with a glance. Her eyes were shining first, and then she said coldly, "don't move things in this room."

Then, leave.

Aheng looked at the woman's back, suddenly, a deep feeling of inferiority slowly released from the bottom of his heart. Who is she? The child wanted to crush himself in the air and become untouchable dust.

Ignoring is more cruel than abandoning.

Mom, so soft and soft words.

Ah Heng's mother.Mom, mom.

Aheng was holding his suitcase and almost cried out of shame.

The dinner that day, as aheng expected, only the grandfather of the head of the family was present. There was no father, no mother, and even Wen Siguan, who had seen him, was not there.

The old man asked her a lot of questions. Ah Heng was always nervous and incoherent until he frowned.

"I said hello to the school. You and Siguan will go to school together tomorrow. If you have any questions, ask him."

In the early morning, aheng met her secretary again.

Siguan is sitting in the co driver's seat and aheng is sitting in the rear on the same side with Siguan.

From small to large, aheng came to the north for the first time. He felt strange about all nature. Overcrowded crowds, witty Beijing dialect with a strong flavor of life, tall and tidy floors, and exquisite quadrangles The same city, different customs, but so wonderful blend.

"Si Guan, the traffic jam ahead is serious." The gentle Secretary Li twisted his face to smile at the thought, with the tone of inquiry.

"It's very close to the school. Wen Heng and I should get off first, Uncle Li?" Thinking and pondering for a long time, looking at the long dragon blocked at the intersection for nearly 20 minutes, he politely smiles and answers.

Aheng, with his schoolbag on his back, is not far or near, just an arm's distance.

After a long time, aheng stood beside Siguan, always at arm's length, and seemed a little stiff.

At first, he didn't pay attention to him. Later, he found that a group of friends only treated him like this. Rao was a young gentleman, and he couldn't help getting upset.

"Girl, I'm brother, brother!" Siwan put his hand gently on aheng's head, which was half a joke.

"I know." Ah Heng replied frankly.

It was because of his brother that he clearly remembered that he didn't like her near him.

Such a cautious treasure, Siguan will not understand, just as he does not understand why he will give up ah Heng again and again.

Siguan chose the path, through a narrow lane. Aheng lowered his head and wrote the road silently until he came to the exit of the corner and saw the busy crowd.

The reason why destiny is powerful is that it can stand at the end of the line to see the amazing encounter it sets for you along the way. And those encounters, although often make you praise in your heart for its irreplaceable, but looking back, it is so natural and natural existence, as if a piece of the puzzle that is almost ignored, eventually exists is complete.

The second time aheng saw someone who loved life, he was sitting on the street corner, mixing with a group of old people, and he was sipping the soybean juice in the coarse porcelain bowl.

The slender white fingers hold the edge of the bowl, and the black hair falls naturally along the forehead, just covering the side face, showing only the tall and delicate bridge of the nose. It was so clear that he could see every tiny curly hair, the disordered thread beside the first button of the dark blue school uniform coat, but his face was completely blank.

At that time, it was seven fifty-eight.

"Yanxi, you're going to be late. Hurry up!" Si Guan got used to the general, patted his shoulder, and his long leg still kept walking forward.

Aheng looked at the young man in silence. He looked at him lazily and raised his slender finger in the direction of Siguan, but he never raised his head.

Yan Xi. It's like a girl's name.

Seeing the bean stains on the boy's hair, aheng smiles lightly, gently takes out a white handkerchief from his pocket and puts it quietly on the dusty wooden table. Then he leaves.

The young man did not look up. At this time, he seemed to be frightfully indifferent to any stranger.

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