Chapter 12

When Siwan and Sier return to Wen's house, aheng is already asleep. She thought she would lose sleep. As a result, that day was the day when she came to Wen's home and slept soundly.

No dreams, no worries, no fears.

Maybe it's Christmas Eve. It's safe.

In the morning, she got up first. Down the stairs, Mrs. Zhang is still working hard to make breakfast, the kitchen is very warm, with bursts of sweet porridge.

Aheng took a breath of fragrance, and the familiar tune of Sister Zhang's "Shajiabang" came from his ear. She laughed, and she saw that laisi'er came back with Siguan, otherwise, sister-in-law would not be so happy.

The doorbell jingled.

As soon as Mrs. Zhang enters the kitchen, she is basically in the state of "if you are the one". She will not hear the doorbell.

Ah Heng trotted to open the door. It was the postman.

A greeting card was sent to Yunheng.

Simple card, rough paper, rough printing, small town style, warm and terrible.

A painting, clean and careful.

Yunzai's words have always been poorly written. He has been in the hospital bed all year round. He has not been able to practice calligraphy for a few days. Even when he goes to school, he can listen to it.

In front of the word, according to cloud in the disease, but also hard to write so profound. Fortunately, unlike ah Heng, he is very intelligent.

"Yunheng, I hate you very much."

She blinked her red eyes and her nose was sour.

"But I miss you."

Close the card and tears come out.

So coincidentally, thousands of mountains and rivers, the card was sent to her at Christmas, but it was printed: Happy New Year.

Who should be the scene, who should be the mood?

She is here, and she is as rustic and silly as she is. I don't know the foreign festival, but I estimate the time. I sent it a long time ago, hoping that before the beginning of 1999, the sister who stubbornly wrote "Yunheng" could receive his new year's blessing.

A card, Wushui to B city, how many wind and rain, snow cloud dream, just become so precious?

There is a teenager, lingering sick bed, close eyes to think, how long, just become these two lines of characters!

When Siwan pulls the building under her, aheng is having breakfast, with his head down and silent. His heart is a little sad, do not know what to say.

"Ah Heng." She opened her mouth in a low voice with a little timidity. She was trying to please ah Heng.

Thinking of smile, heart ache, some bitter corners of the mouth.

Ah Heng raised his head and looked at the girl's white and small face, and then he smiled and nodded: "Sir, have breakfast."

Think of a sigh of relief.

"Think and smile, and eat." Ah Heng bent his eyebrows and looked calm and gentle.

Siguan thought of what he had said in the church. At that time, his head was hot. In order to appease her, he hurt ah Heng subconsciously.

Fortunately, she couldn't hear.

However, when he came back, he was unprepared by the apple on his desk and felt more guilty.

"Ah Heng, I ate yesterday's apple." She blurted out.

Ah Heng laughed, nodded, picked up the schoolbag behind him, and gently opened his mouth: "I am on duty today, go first."

Think Guan want to say something, the mouth opened and closed, gave birth to a sense of powerlessness.

In the next semester of senior high school, a Heng made a big splash in the final exam of the first time he was transferred to. When he got the grade, old Wen laughed and boasted. Looking at his granddaughter, he could see how he looked. His mother would also take aheng to B city during the winter vacation to buy some snacks and clothes, which was regarded as a reward. Although Siguan was surprised, he thought that ah Heng studied hard at ordinary times 。

Since Christmas, Sylar has been living in Wen's house. Mr. Wen has been vague and has no attitude. His mother and Siwan are so happy that they pretend to be confused.

It's just that aheng is a little embarrassed. Her room is Sier's, and she's back. Is she moving or not?

Since she was a child, she was poor in health. She slept in the temporary guest room, and soon became ill because of insufficient indoor air humidity and poor heating intensity. I took a few injections to the hospital. Before I came back, the doctor told me to take a rest.

After that, Siguan walked outside aheng's room for nearly half an hour.

Aheng knew that there was someone outside the door early in the morning. Listening to the sound of footsteps, he was more sure that it was Siguan. After waiting for a long time, aheng opened the door before he knocked.

Thinking with a smile and a slight cough, she came to her: "ah Heng, are you used to living in this room?" The young man carefully worded, casual appearance, but frown into a group.

"Not used to it. It's too big." Ah Heng smiles and shakes his head.

"Well Can I change you to a smaller room Think to smile to lick dry lips, ask carefully.

"Good." Ah Heng laughs.

Think of a smile, eyes bright, shush a breath, dimple Wang old wine.

"When, Sylar, will you come back?" Her voice was waxy and her lips were thin, but she didn't laugh sharp.

"This afternoon." Think to smile to open a mouth, but startled oneself say wrong words."Now, can you move it?" Ah Heng pushed the half open door completely.

There was almost no trace of her existence, and it was still the appearance of SIL at that time. At the foot of the bed, there are two luggage bags in order.

She had already got everything ready and waited quietly.

Think Guan's eyes but gradually become cool, all his bedding, all the words, all the uneasiness, at the moment seems cool thin ridiculous.

He did not dare to misjudge aheng's clumsiness or intelligence as her family did. However, she was obviously more intelligent than she had imagined, and her understanding was chilling.

He lingered in front of her house for such a long time, and his guilt and worry were erased in a moment.

Thinking smile heart has anger, complexion is like ice, light mouth: "what do you want, I will compensate you later."

Ah Heng was stunned and then laughed bitterly. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Knowing that aheng moved to the guest room, Mr. Wen was angry: "Wen Siguan, who is aheng? Tell me about it The old man's face was icy, and he looked at him with a smile.

"Grandfather, don't be angry. It's me who is not good. Brother, he just..." Sylar was there, crying in a hurry.

"I'm not your grandfather. If you really want to, just call me" grandfather Wen " The old man pulled down his face and didn't look at her. His eyes glared at Siwan.

Si Guan's hand was clenched tightly. Looking at Wen, he said, "since you are not er'er's grandfather, you are not my grandfather either!"

Old Wen was very angry. He stretched out his hand and slapped the boy in the face.

Siguan did not dodge, raised his face, Sheng Sheng took over. In an instant, five fingerprints appeared on the face of the teenager.

Although Wen treated his grandson severely, he never gave up to move his finger. Now he hit him with anger and heartache.

"Ah Heng, she's your sister. Do you know that?" The old man was so heartbroken that he took aheng's hand and asked her to stand in front of him.

"What is Earl, grandfather?" Thinking of a word, the voice became choked.

Old Wen's voice was old and sad. He took SIL's hand and gently opened his mouth: "good boy, we owe you to Wen family. You have your good fortune, so don't get entangled. "

Ah Heng looks at SIL.

SIL's face turned pale in an instant. He looked at Wen Lao with tears in his eyes. She laughed and opened her mouth. Before she said anything, her tears came out. She grabbed ah Heng's hand and asked her with a cry: "you are me. Who am I?"

Aheng's eyes were stabbed by the girl's eyes. In a flash, she closed her eyes, and her body fell like a withered leaf, until the whole person unconsciously lay on the floor.

Siguan shouts, picks up SIL and runs out.

The doctor's diagnosis is that Er ER because of short breath, coupled with the previous illness is not good enough to faint. It's not hard to recover. As long as you don't get angry, you'll recover by quiet recuperation.

When aheng arrived at the hospital, Siguan was sitting in the ward, staring at her in his sleep.

She stood outside the door, lying on the window, stood for a long time, looked at it for a long time, her feet were sore, her nose was sour, but she didn't even lift her head.

After hearing the news, Wen's mother rushed to the ward from the piano recital.

"Ah Heng, you go home first. SIL can't see you now." Mother glanced at her and pushed her out the door again.

Ah Heng stood quietly in the corridor. In her eyes, the people who had been tortured by the disease came and went. Their eyes were empty.

Back to Home?

Where is her home

If you can't find a maze for a long time, she can't find a way to go home.

She walked for a long time, the stopped snow began to fall, lingering in her hair, until she stood in front of Wen's house again.

But this is not her home.

Aheng stayed for a long time, but he could not lift the courage to open that door.

She smiles and sits on the steps in front of the white building.

Now, if only someone could take her away. Ah Heng thought quietly and sniffed.

It's also such a snowy day, such a cold The little match girl lit the match and saw everything she wanted, including her favorite grandmother. What would she see when she lit the match?

Aheng has a stubborn idea, unable to suppress the clamor of the spread of hope, feeling empty pockets, but found that he did not have a happy props.

Matches, well, there is no evil of capitalism in socialist society. Matches are very rare now, and it is difficult to buy them with money. It is unrealistic to pretend to be a little girl selling matches.

What about the daughter of the sea? Oh, no fish tail.

So, lettuce girl? Well, what is lettuce?

So, snow white? Well, she's a stepmother, feeding wensiguan the poisonous apple

Ah Heng thought and thought, ha ha, he laughed, and his mood turned to sunny.

She does not like to talk, looks very honest, but always secretly in the bottom of her heart to become very bad. Such a person can probably unify the world for generations, and the East is invincible, isn't it?"What are you laughing at?" Curious voice, pink mask.

Ah Heng looked up and saw Yan Xi again.

He is full of pink, pink hat, pink coat, pink trousers, pink shoes, pink mask, and also carries a big pink backpack.

The powder clothes are light, the appearance is safe, the warm color is three points, the bright color is three points.

"Yan Xi." She looked at him with warm eyes.

"Well." He answered.

"You come again, help me?" She laughed, her teeth neat and shy.

He looked at her smile. What flashed in his eyes, but he shook his head. He just squinted his big black and bright eyes and asked her, "what you said that day, was it still true?"

"What?" Ah Heng is puzzled.

"Let me take you to play." The boy's slender and crystal fingers were put into the pocket and opened.

"You want to, take me away?" Ah Heng asked him cautiously, but the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

The boy nodded, and a strand of black hair hung from the pink pile cap.

Aheng is very moved, looking at the youth, his eyes are bright.

"Help me with my luggage." The boy took off the pink shoulder bag from his shoulder, hung it on ah Heng, rubbed his arm, shook his head, and gently opened his mouth, "I'm so tired."

Ah Heng "Oh" a, full of moved, turned into a black line.

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