Yan Xi suspended school again. The second time.

According to old Yiwen, he meant to call the United States immediately to inform Yan Jia. But Siguan stopped, saying that the illness may have a turn for the better, so the trade rashly calls, the Yan family will surely think that the Wen family usually did not take good care of Yan Xi and have a grudge.

Wen thought for a long time and gave Siguan and aheng three months. After three months, if Yan Xi's condition did not change, he must give an account to his old friend.

Ah Heng was silent and didn't say anything. He went home with Yan Xi.

Outside the door, where the door was originally nailed, is now bare. Ah Heng asked for the number plate from the man who didn't move. However, he didn't see it. The number card was in his hand and he held it tightly.

Hold it when you eat, when you bathe, when you sleep.

The knuckles of the left hand are very abrupt, and the clenched fist is pale and bloodless.

Ah Heng is really not sure what kind of disease hysteria is actually. He has a vague Association in his mind, which is probably what the old people in the countryside call madness. However, she looked like she had become a child, and no one knew it. Eating, bathing and all aspects of life were just inertia. Even a series of complete movements, if interrupted, will be stuck there, maintaining the previous movement, motionless.

When Yanxi was taking a bath, aheng handed him his pajamas and put them outside the door. However, after hearing aheng's footsteps, he stopped rubbing his hair and stood still under the shower. The hair and face are still full of white bubbles, and those big eyes, even if they are bullied by the bubbles, they are still not blinking.

Aheng looked at his eyes and tapped on the window.

Quietly turned to the window, his eyes had a brief focus, looking at her, no waves, like the eyes of stagnant water.

Aheng gently put his hand on his hair and kneaded it slowly to demonstrate his action.

He looked at her for a long time, and his hands began to rub his hair again, which was almost exactly the same as her.

It's just, the left hand holds the door number, the movement is clumsy.

Ah Heng smiles, let him.

Yan Xi used to have a bad habit when eating. She always talked to her incessantly. She was so excited that her saliva almost reached the South Pole. From boasting that they are good-looking, the hula dance in Hawaii is very handsome, and from aheng, I hate this dish. It can be said that abalone is cooked very much like poached eggs. Every time, she always wanted to hit him on the head with a pan. How could she talk so much? It was so noisy, so noisy

Now, no one is arguing with her

The boy sat there, spoon by spoon, like a baby who had just learned to eat, serious and focused. His movement is very stiff, his right hand carefully put the spoon into his mouth, then put it down, chew, swallow, not even lower his head.

She gave him what to eat, and he would never say "how can today's spareribs be so fat" "ah Heng, I don't eat this dish, I don't eat it, I don't eat it, I don't eat it to death"

So, how nice

She gave him soup, he drank it obediently, but still did not bow, soup scattered, dripping on the clothes.

Ah Heng took a paper towel to help him wipe, and asked him with a smile: "Yan Xi, why don't you drink with your head down?"

He looked at her in confusion. Ah Heng lowered his head and made a gesture of drinking soup.

He suddenly threw the spoon. The spoon fell into the bowl and splashed all over the table. He covered his nose, carefully, tilted his head, and opened his mouth: "nose, pain."

Aheng was stunned and reached out to pull his hand. There was nothing on his nose except the red mark that he covered up.

She let go and looked at the young man for an answer, but he had mechanically grasped the spoon and looked at a certain point, but it seemed to be covered with cloth.

On the first day of school, she said, "Yan Xi, you can stay at home. At noon, Mrs. Zhang will deliver you rice, OK?"

He took a look at her, and his eyes moved slowly into the distance.

Then, after school in the evening, she ran home, only to see Yanxi sitting at the table, still holding a spoon motionless, and the food on the table had already been cold. The young man's mouth was still stained with rice grains and clothes, which were completely polluted by soup and water.

Ah Heng sighed and dialed the Wen family's house electricity: "grandfather, don't bother Mrs. Zhang to deliver the meal tomorrow." Turn around, staring at the young man, soft and soft eyes.

She said: "Yan Xi, you are good, tomorrow I will take you to class, you are good, OK?"

He held the door plate of his left hand, bowed his head, and drew a square outline on the sign with his fine white index finger. He did not speak and was attentive.

A Heng smile: "Yan Xi, nose, still ache?"

He listened for a long time and did not respond. When ah Heng almost gave up, he raised his head slightly, looked at her and nodded. Then, he covered his nose and his face wrinkled together.

Very painful expression.

She asked Siguan: "two years ago, when Yan Xi got sick, would he have been crying for a sore nose?"

Think smile bitterly: "two years ago, he only said, foot ache."

"Why?" Ah Heng asked him.

Thinking with a smile: "before treatment, Dr. Zheng hypnotized him, he said that Cinderella lost her crystal shoes, and her feet hurt."Ah Heng thought: "Yan Xi After the accident, when did you come home? "

Think smile frown: "specific not clear, should be over zero."

At 0:00, Cinderella lost her crystal shoes

At zero, Yan Xi lost himself

At that time, he took her home and looked at the clock. Fortunately, it was not 12 o'clock

He said to her, ah Heng, you must go home before 12 o'clock, you know?

People who don't go home at 0:00 will become dirty children covered with coal ash and be abandoned by the world. Is that right

Just, why is "nose ache" this time?

The next day, aheng took Yanxi to school. Everyone seems to have heard something, to Yan Xi, than the young man's eyes are more erratic, only embarrassed to pretend that everything is as usual.

Class teacher Ms. Guo frowned: "Wen Heng, this..."

Ah Heng laughs: "Mr. Guo, you don't have to be embarrassed."

With her schoolbag on her back, Yanxi and her family, she sat in the corner of the last row.

With red eyes, Xin Dayi and Mary followed ah Heng's buttocks, kicked away others and sat down beside them.

Ah Heng said with a smile: "first, I only raise pigs, not rabbits."

The shredded meat was red with rabbit eyes, and looked at Yan Xi of the pig with tears. Holding aheng in his arms, he began to cry and ravage: "my poor ah Heng, how could he be so miserable..."

Xin Dayi blinked his eyes and nodded: "that's it, just like Xianglin sister-in-law..."

The shredded meat let go, patted the table and said, "Xin Dayi, you fart! Xianglin's sister-in-law still worshipped the hall and gave birth to a baby. My sister-in-law has not held your brother's paw for several times, so she has to live alone. "

Ah Heng's black line twitched his lips and took a look at Yan Xi.

Fortunately, the child can't understand

At lunch, Yan Xi didn't bow his head again. His movements were mechanical. Like a child, the sauce of spareribs dripped onto his coat.

Xindayi took a spoon to dig the ribs, and he was going to feed him: "Yan Meiren, this is your favorite food. I condescend to feed you. You should get better soon, you know?"

The spoon was suspended in the air, and did not touch Yan Xi's lips. His big black and bright eyes were filled with water vapor for a moment. He was wronged like a child. Then, the slender hand was a little rude and pushed aside Xin Dayi's spoon.

Xin Dayi was startled and froze in the spot.

Ah Heng was surprised. Wen Sheng asked the boy, "Yan Xi, what's the matter? Does the nose hurt again?"

He kept silent, covered his nose, the voice of the urn: "long."

The shredded meat opened his mouth wide: "what What do you mean, Yan Xi can't be a fool - well, what the hell are you doing with my mouth, baboon? "

Ah Heng looked at them. The two men were guilty and chatted with each other, lowering their heads and eating.

She turned to Yan Xi, and the boy began to send ribs to his mouth, and the sauce was about to drip. However, there was innocence in his face, which was not as expressionless as before.

Ah Heng smiles, looks at him and indulges in indulgence.

In the front row, the study committee member urged him to hand in his homework. After turning around, he accidentally bumped into Yan Xi and knocked off what he held in his left hand. He stopped to see Yan Xi, a little unnatural, bent down to pick up.

Yanshika is there, looking at the palm of her left hand, empty. All of a sudden, he went crazy and pushed the boy down on the ground and rode on him. His eyes were fierce and he fought fiercely. There was a small voice in his mouth: "thief, home, home, give me back..."

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