Chapter 5 Chapter 4 There's a Bomb Callsier

Ah Heng sometimes thinks that life is really like a farce, and before he figured out why his surname is Yun, he was given the surname Wen again. According to Mrs. Zhang, when the mother was confinement, she suddenly disappeared in the baby room, and the parents were so anxious that they were going crazy.However, grandpa brought back a baby girl half a month later, saying that Si Er had been found. When Yunheng was living a simple and poor life in Wushui Town, always living in fear under the shadow of his younger brother's heart attack, that girl, instead of her, became Wensell. What does the surname Wen represent?Ah Heng's father is a famous naval officer, his mother is a famous pianist, and his grandfather is a politician.There is no doubt that the daughter of such a family is qualified to be pampered.

And Wensell, the girl who took Ah Heng's name, is exactly such a girl who is loved by thousands of people. This Sier is too good.She can dance ballet, can play the piano fluently, is beautiful, and what's more, she has a very playful and lovely personality. The whole Wen family, including the deceased Wen's grandma, are all precious.Even grandpa, with a stubborn nature, would smile from ear to ear when mentioning her in front of outsiders, not to mention the warm mother who held her daughter in her palm since she was a child. "It's a pity, such a good child..." Mrs. Zhang always looked sad when talking about it.

In the Wen family, the only person Ah Heng could talk to was Mrs. Zhang.This old man has been widowed for many years. Mrs. Wen has been working as a servant in her hometown not long after she married into the Wen family. After various changes, she moved to this garden with the Wen family.He has always been diligent and well-behaved in this life, so he is highly respected by the Wen family. Speaking of it, Ah Heng can get along well with Mrs. Zhang thanks to the kitchen. Mica is known in the town as an ingenious woman, who can cook good dishes and make good soup.Ah Heng has been influenced by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and he has quite a bit of authenticity.

Occasionally, Mrs. Zhang was busy cooking, and the rice was burnt. Ah Heng was impatient, and saw half an orange on the table, squeezed the juice into the rice, then put green onion leaves in the rice, and steamed it over low heat. up. Mrs. Zhang was baffled. After a while, she smelled the mellow aroma of rice. She changed her view of the little girl in front of her. When she was free, she took Ah Heng to learn cooking skills and carefully taught Ah Heng how to cook northern dishes. "Turn over three times, be careful." Mrs. Zhang instructed Ah Heng quite authoritatively. Ah Heng turned over twice with a wooden shovel easily.

"Wrong, it's three times." The old man was serious, holding the girl's hand, and turned it over again. "Two strokes, okay? Four strokes, okay?" Ah Heng laughed. "Of course not. You always flip the pot three times when you start cooking." The old man had a natural expression on his face. "Two strokes are not hot, but four strokes will burn." Ah Heng muttered in a low voice. "Little girl!" Mrs. Zhang turned her head and scolded with a smile, and wiped the sweat off Ah Heng's forehead. "Grandma." Ah Heng's eyes are gentle and clear, his voice is waxy, and he has a pure southern accent.

Mrs. Zhang was taken aback, as if she didn't understand, she turned around and stir-fried the shredded chicken. "Grandma... grandma." Ah Heng was serious, with warm and awkward Mandarin on his lips. The old man continued to fry the shredded chicken, stopped for a moment, and sighed softly. "You child, it would be nice if you were a little bit worse." Ah Heng was silent, sniffed and smiled. During dinner every day, the restaurant is very quiet, not even the sound of chewing can be heard.Ah Heng eats in small bites, although it is strange, but she has been quiet since she was a child, and there is nothing awkward about it.

The Wen family is very strict in family education, and it is extremely taboo to talk at the dinner table.But Siwan and Si'er love to talk and joke very much when eating on weekdays. Although the old man reprimanded him several times, it didn't work. Whenever Si'er acted like a baby, they let them go. Now, Ah Heng is here, he doesn't like to talk, but he is a quiet child, but the old man is not used to it. "Dad..." Mother Wen gently put down the spoon, but stopped talking. "Yunyi, what's wrong?" The old man frowned and looked at his daughter-in-law.

"Can... can you take Er'er home?" Mother Wen's demeanor was elegant and generous, but she was a little cautious at this time. "In the house where Si'er lives now, I found someone to take care of her. You don't have to worry." The old man was a little displeased, but his eyes swept over Ah Heng. Si Wan was still chewing the rice grains politely and thoughtfully, but her brows were a little tight. "Dad, didn't you love Erer the most before?" Mother Wen hesitated, turning her eyes to Eunuch. "Enough!" The old man slammed the spoon on the table.

Siwan raised her eyes and looked at the old man with some hurt.Mother Wen stopped talking, but Wen Wan's brows were frowned and depressed. The surroundings were quiet, Ah Heng took a mouthful of soup, unable to swallow it in embarrassment. "Yunyi, if you have time, you might as well add some clothes to Ah Heng." The old man sighed and picked up the spoon again. Ah Heng looked at the somewhat dirty school uniform he was wearing, and suddenly became embarrassed. It's not that there are no clothes in the closet, it's just that those clothes belong to others after all, and most of them look expensive, so I always feel awkward wearing them.And the clothes brought from home were gradually out of season and out of season, so I had to change between two sets of school uniforms.It just so happened that I had a physical education class today and soiled my clothes, which Elder Wen noticed.

"I see." Mother Wen cast her eyes on Ah Heng, showing no emotion.Ah Heng lowered his head and swallowed the soup slowly, but it seemed as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat. In fact, school uniforms are fine.Ah Heng wanted to speak, but felt it was inappropriate, so he quietly glanced at Siwan, seeing that he didn't have any special expression, he let go of his hanging heart a little.Siwan was kind to Si'er, and she saw it at the school gate that day. "Aheng, can you still keep up with the school curriculum?" Mr. Wen slowed down his tone, looking at the ordinary granddaughter in front of him, feeling a little regretful in his heart.After all, he still delayed the child.

"Hmm." A Heng was a little surprised, then nodded honestly. "If there is something you don't know, let... your brother teach you." When the old man said the word "brother", he bit his voice emphatically. In an instant, the faces of Wen Mu and Si Wan turned a little pale. elder brother. Ah Heng's throat was a little itchy, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, so he just nodded slightly. Siwan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled invisibly, stood up after a while, and politely moved the chair away: "I'm full." He turned and left, his heart ached, as if being pinched by someone, he was naturally flawless Be considerate of the feelings of others. "Yanxi." Siwan walked back to her room, put the microphone to her ear, and spoke after a moment of silence. "Huh?" The other party's nasal voice was a little confused, with a hint of laziness. "I miss you." Siwan slowly tightened her fingertips holding the microphone. "Oh." The other party was too lazy to answer one word. "Ah Xi, I said I miss you!" Siwan's voice became louder, her sulkiness couldn't be controlled, and the circles of her eyes slowly turned red. "What are you doing so loudly? You little kid, are you crazy?" The boy's voice was clear and his words were sharp. "Axi..." Siwan felt wronged. "It's called Hun'er!" The young man sneered, extremely impatient. "Do you have to be so fierce every time you talk to me?" Siwan's voice weakened, with a hint of childishness and helplessness in her tone. "I have never been gentle to anyone since I grew up!" The young man's voice was clear, and the rude words lingered on his lips, but they had a special flavor. "Then... what about Lu Liu?" Siwan paused, cautiously. Crack, the other party dropped the phone. When Siwan heard Dudu's busy tone, she knew that she had stepped on the cat's tail, so she couldn't help but smile wryly. Ah Xi, still... haven't let go? I don't know why, when thinking about Er'er, Yan Xi in Siwan's mind became more and more arrogant and indifferent, even her delicate appearance became a mask. Naturally, after many years, looking at the direction of the ending, apart from a wry smile, there are four words like arrows, right between the eyebrows—good fortune tricks people. As for Ah Heng, he hadn't seen Si'er since he glanced at the parking lot that day. In the class, everyone gradually noticed something from Ah Heng's overly plain attire.In addition, Ah Heng's Mandarin is really unpleasant, and a sentence sounds ridiculously fragmented. Some snobbish students in the class began to dislike her. When they heard Ah Heng speak, there was always a pitiful mockery on their lips. Pretending not to know, he looked at the classmates around him and made eye contact, with a sense of superiority. Because they don't have decent clothes and are poor, they are worthy of pity; because they can't understand Mandarin, and because of their local tone, they are shameful. At first, Ah Heng was willing to communicate with everyone, but later, he was completely silent, only watching others chatting and laughing with gentle eyebrows. Although Xin Dayi knew everyone's snobbish eyes, he was inexplicably against Ah Heng in his heart because of Si'er's matter.Balancing the two, he simply ignored it, completely treating Wen Heng as a stranger, but in his heart he hoped that Wen Heng would cry or yell at him because of the crowd's exclusion, so that he would have the right to hate her for Sier with peace of mind. It's a pity that from the beginning to the end, Wen Heng never once grudged his smile, and tolerated everything with gentleness and tenacity.