Chapter 3 Chapter 2

Ah Heng thought about a thousand scenes of seeing his dear ones, but they were nothing more than sore nose, tears, and mixed feelings. It was like the Huangmei opera that his mother loved to watch at home. It was heart-warming and touching; , each other is cautious, due to the distance of time, there is a strangeness that cannot be eliminated temporarily. I have thought about all of them, but none of them are as real as the scene in front of me.And this truth is true because it vetoes all assumptions. "Siwan, what's the matter with you?" The majestic old man swept his eyes slowly from Ah Heng, and fixed on the water-stained young man who looked like a soaked chicken.

"Grandpa, Yanxi and I were playing around just now, accidentally..." Siwan didn't mind, and smiled amiably. The old man nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Ah Heng. Ah Heng's heart was beating very fast, and it felt as if time had stopped at this moment.The old man known as "Grandpa" stared at her, leaving her nowhere to hide. "What was your previous name?" "Yun, Heng." Ah Heng grew up in the south since he was a child. Although he has learned Mandarin, it is extremely awkward to speak.Therefore, it seems clumsy to speak one word at a time.

"According to Siwan's seniority, when your mother had you, I gave you a name called Si'er, but this name was taken by someone. You should keep your original name, and you will be called Wen Heng from now on." The old man pondered, looking at The granddaughter in front of her spoke after a while. Occupied?A Heng was a little confused, his eyes unconsciously and cautiously looked at Si Wan, and finally fixed on his hand.The young man's fingers were swollen with distinct veins, and the water droplets from his cuffs slid down the back of his hands drop by drop. "Sister-in-law Zhang, take Wen Heng to rest." The old man told the middle-aged woman standing aside, and then looked at Siwan, "Go and clean up. It's shameful for such an adult."

The depth of love and the depth of responsibility. When Ah Heng followed Aunt Zhang up the curved wooden stairs, he remembered how the old man taught Siwan a lesson, and these words flashed through his mind. When she was very young, her adoptive father told her that family love cannot be calculated by addition and subtraction. If there is something, it is completely giving without expecting anything in return. If it is not, it is zero. There is no middle ground. What about not loving, so is it indifference? Contrasting positively and negatively, even the teachers in the small town have also taught.

"Here, it's here." Mrs. Zhang walked to the corner of the second floor and opened the door of the bedroom. "Thank you." Ah Heng's voice was gentle, and his Mandarin accent with a Wu tone was a bit funny. Mrs. Zhang's expression was not natural, she looked at Ah Heng for a long time, finally sighed, turned and left. Ah Heng dragged the suitcase into the bedroom, but became confused for a moment. Eye-full of warm blue, delicate and warm design, revealing the breath of life everywhere.The exquisite blue shell wind chimes are soft enough to fill four of her big beds, revealing a warm quilt.

Has anyone else lived here before?As if intruding into other people's private space, Ah Heng was a little at a loss, put down his suitcase in embarrassment, and sat gently on the swivel chair beside the glass round table. Fang lowered his head, and saw several delicate straw dolls lying on the round table.There is a majestic grandpa with gray hair and beard, a smiling grandma with crooked eyebrows wearing a cross pendant, a majestic father in a navy uniform and a cigarette in his mouth, and a gentle mother with a beautiful bun, big dimples and big eyes on her eyebrows. deep boy.Is this... the Wen family?

Ah Heng looked at those dolls with cute naive expressions, and his nervous mood relaxed strangely.She reached out and traced their outlines carefully with her fingertips. "Don't touch Er'er's stuff!" Ah Heng was taken aback, his hands trembled, and in an instant, the doll fell on the carpet.She turned around and stared blankly at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, her nose became strangely sore. When she was young, she knew that she and her father, mother, and younger brother Yun Zai did not look alike.She asked her mother like this: "Grandma, why don't I look like you?"

"Ah Heng looks good like this." His mother looked at her lovingly and smiled, "Yuanshanmei is more noble than Liuyemei." Mica has typical willow-leaf eyebrows, which is the charming style of Jiangnan women; while Aheng has distant mountain eyebrows, delicate and gentle eyes, and looks like a clear and clean landscape. The middle-aged woman in front of her happened to have extremely beautiful distant mountain eyebrows. Ah Heng stood up, his body stiffened, watching her intently, watching her walk to his side, and gently squatting down; watching her pityingly pick up the fallen doll, and then stand up.

She didn't ask her name, how old she was, how well she was, or anything a mother would ask her, but she just gave her a shallow look, her eyes were shining first, then she said sadly and indifferently: " Don't move anything in this room." Then, leave. Ah Heng looked at the woman's back, and suddenly, a deep inferiority complex was slowly released from the bottom of his heart.who is she?The child wished he could crush himself into the air and turn into untouchable dust. Ignoring, it turned out to be more cruel than abandoning. Mom, such a gentle and soft word. Ah Heng's mother.

Mommy mommy. Ah Heng hugged his suitcase and cried out almost ashamed. That dinner, as Ah Heng expected, only the grandfather of the head of the family attended.There is no father, no mother, not even Wen Siwan who I met. The old man asked her a lot of questions, and Ah Heng was always nervous and incoherent until he frowned. "I've said hello to the school. You'll go to school with Siwan tomorrow. Ask him if you don't understand anything." In the early morning, Ah Heng met the secretary who took her to City B again. Siwan sat in the passenger seat, and Ah Heng sat behind on the same side as Siwan.

Ah Heng came to the north for the first time since he was a child, so he was naturally surprised by everything.Excessively bustling crowds, witty Beijing dialect with a strong sense of life, tall and neat floors, and exquisite quadrangle courtyards... the same city, different styles, but so wonderfully blended together. "Siwan, there's a serious traffic jam ahead." The polite Secretary Li turned his face and smiled at Siwan with a questioning tone. "It's very close to the school. Wen Heng and I get off first, Uncle Li?" Siwan pondered for a while, looked at the long queue that had been stuck at the intersection for nearly twenty minutes, and answered with a polite smile. With his schoolbag on his back, Ah Heng followed behind Siwan, not too far away, just an arm's length away. After a long time, Ah Heng stood beside Si Wan, always at an arm's length, looking a bit cautious. Si Wan didn't pay attention at first, but later found out that a group of friends only treat him like this, even if he is a young gentleman, he can't help but feel annoyed. "Girl, I'm brother, brother!" Siwan gently put her hand on top of Ah Heng's head, half-jokingly. "I know." Ah Heng replied frankly. It was precisely because he was an elder brother that he clearly remembered that he didn't like her approaching him. Siwan would not understand such a cautious and careful cherishment, just as he did not understand why he would give up Ah Heng again and again. Siwan chose the path and walked through a winding and narrow alley.Ah Heng lowered his head and silently recorded his way until he reached the exit at the corner of the street and saw busy people everywhere. The reason why destiny is powerful is that it can stand at the end and watch the amazing encounters it sets for you along the way.And those chance encounters, although you often praise its irreplaceability in your heart, but looking back, they are so natural and taken for granted, like a piece of the puzzle that is so small that it is almost ignored, and it will be complete only when it exists. The second time Ah Heng saw the person he loved for a lifetime, he was sitting on a street corner among a group of old people, sipping soybean juice in a thick porcelain bowl with his head down. His slender, fair fingers supported the edge of the bowl, and his black hair hung down softly along his forehead, just covering his side face, revealing only his tall and delicate bridge of nose.He was so clear that he could see every slightly upturned fine hair, the messy lines next to the first button of the dark blue school uniform jacket, but his face was completely blank. At that time, it was seven fifty-eight. "Yanxi, I'm going to be late, hurry up!" Siwan was used to it, patted his shoulder, and kept moving forward with her long legs. Ah Heng looked at the young man silently, watching him lazily raise his slender fingers in Siwan's direction, but never raised his head. Yan Xi.It's like a girl's name. Seeing the bean stains accidentally swept on the boy's hair, Ah Heng smiled faintly, gently took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, silently placed it on the wooden table covered with a layer of dust, and left. The young man didn't look up. At this moment, he seemed to be terribly indifferent to any stranger.