Chapter 7 Chapter6 Braised Pork Jing Bird Braised Pork Rice

Since that day, Siwan has deliberately kept a distance from Ah Heng, unlike the previous tepidity, now there is a sense of avoidance. A few days later, Mrs. Zhang brought Ah Heng to buy autumn clothes, saying it was Siwan. Ah Heng frowned, and said to Mrs. Zhang, "Grandma, I..." Mrs. Zhang has lived most of her life, and there is nothing she can't see clearly. She patted Ah Heng's hand to comfort her: "I know you have no hostility towards Si'er, but you don't understand, that child is good." Seeing Mrs. Zhang's somewhat helpless face, Ah Heng could only remain silent.

Sier, it must be very good. Ah Heng thought for a while, feeling heavy in his heart, as if he had fallen into a stone, pressing on his heart, and panicked. She and the world are separated by a door called "Winsell". However, life must go on.Who stipulates that a wrong beginning will inevitably lead to a wrong ending? Ah Heng took a breath, and slowly suppressed the swelling sadness in his heart. In her eyes, the world outside Wushui Town is another world, with her own expectations, but because of being squeezed by reality, it is scattered into another funny appearance.Some are lonely, some are lonely, but there must be a reason to integrate into hope.

Often, the process of seeking is precisely called "survival". The first rain in autumn, with the red leaves falling, wets the white western-style buildings.At the beginning of the day, through the window, the slightly cool air brought the freshness of the washed soil. Ah Heng kept doing physics problems in the room, and his mind was dizzy, so he went to the window and poked outside.It was quiet all around, only the autumn wind rolled the dry leaves, shaking the maple trees rustling. Ah Heng leaned his elbows to look into the distance, but was startled by the sharp and loud chirping sound at the top of his head.

Looking up, on the white gravel roof, there is a parrot with green and blue fur, slightly hooked little paws, with blood stains on them, and small black eyes, looking pitifully at the window, looking at A Heng. Ah Heng looked at the little parrot and knew that it must have been injured and trapped on the eaves.So she leaned on the window with her left hand, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out her right arm, only to find that there was a palm gap. "Hey, wait for me." A Heng felt a little apologetic, wondering if the bird in City B could only speak Beijing movies, and wondered if he could understand his half-baked Mandarin.

As a result, the little parrot suddenly screamed: "Braised meat! Braised meat!" Braised pork? Ah Heng was surprised, and didn't know if the bird could understand. She tried her best to smile at its bright little eyes, turned and ran away. Siwan heard an eager knock on the door, rubbed her eyes, and opened the door.Seeing Ah Heng, he was embarrassed at first, then blushed, and said gently: "What's wrong?" Ah Heng opened his mouth and said: "The stewed meat is injured, and the roof cannot come down." With enormous mental strength and 80% guilt, Siwan stared childishly and said: "Oh, Lu Rou was injured and trapped on the roof, can't he come down?"

Ah Heng was sweating on his forehead at first, but when he saw Siwan's confused way of agreeing with her, he laughed, and the depression in his heart disappeared.She pulled the corner of Siwan's clothes, quickly took him to her room, leaned out the window, and pointed to the trembling, pitiful little bird on the eaves. "Braised meat! Stewed meat!" The little parrot screamed when it saw Siwan, its bright eyes were tearful and it was wronged. "Ah! Braised pork rice!" Siwan blurted out.The boy was hesitant at first, but after seeing the little parrot, he took off his shoes and climbed up the window sill.

"Aheng, help me." Siwan frowned, bowed her body, and approached the little parrot cautiously along the window, but the posture was really tiring, and she stretched out her hand to catch the little parrot, but her body was lost. Ah Heng hurried forward, put his arms around Siwan's calf, raised his head, looked at the young man without blinking his eyes, feeling inexplicable nervousness in his heart. The little parrot was also very nice, and jumped slowly into Siwan's palm one step at a time. The young man turned around, and was surprised to see Ah Heng's arms wrapped around him. The posture was so serious that he seemed to want to follow him.He looked at it for a moment, thought it was interesting, laughed, and jumped down easily.

Ah Heng also laughed, and picked up the little parrot, with a bit of childishness in his usually quiet eyes. "You know it?" Ah Heng found Sha Mian, and helped the little thing to wipe off the blood stains. Seeing that it had a pitiful expression and whined softly, it seemed to be acting like a baby. "I know." Siwan nodded, took out her mobile phone and was about to dial a number, but she heard the doorbell downstairs calling for her life. "Hey, no, the master is here." Siwan smiled, showing her teeth, white and neat. Ah Heng gently stroked the little bird's fur, looked at it lovingly, thought that the little thing is so pitiful, the owner must have been extremely careless to let it get out of the cage and get hurt.

The boy came out of the room to greet the guests.In half a minute, Ah Heng heard the sound of people going up the stairs and the sound of restless playing and laughing. A gust of wind blew by, she raised her head and saw that beautiful young man. "You?" She opened her mouth, a little recklessly. "Are you?" The boy's voice was lazy, with the hardness of a boy who couldn't be melted away. He doesn't remember Ah Heng anymore. "A Heng." Siwan licked her lips and spoke. "Oh." Yan Xi nodded, glanced at Wen Heng flatly, and smiled dispensably.

He lowered his head and saw the little bird in Ah Heng's hand, his eyes brightened instantly, and he poked the little thing's head fiercely with his slender, white fingers: "You ran around, you've suffered a crime. Tsk tsk, you hurt your paw!" , deserve it!" The little parrot was very psychic, looking at the boy with an aggrieved expression, the little head was hugged by its little wings, and its small black eyes were full of tears. Yan Xi smiled, her delicate eyebrows raised slightly, domineering and unreasonable but lively, she opened her mouth and scolded: "Stop pretending to be pitiful in front of the young master, with this little talent, you dare to run away from home, your wings are hardened haha Rice!" Immediately, her beautiful hands grabbed the little parrot's wings, trying to grab it up.

Ah Heng felt distressed when he saw it, so he took a step back holding the little parrot, and the boy's hand was empty. "It hurts!" Ah Heng raised his head, looked at the slender and tall boy, and opened his mouth as if he was hugging a small parrot to protect his calf. Yan Xi was stunned, took a step back, nodded, and kicked Wen Siwan next to him. Siwan rubbed her nose aggrievedly, and said to Ah Heng gently: "This bird is raised by Yan Xi, and he always loves it the most, and will not hurt it." Yan Xi sneered, and kicked Siwan's ass: "Master, I don't care for this dead thing! When I get fat, I will make Yadang Shiquan Dabu soup!" Hearing this, the little bird lay in Ah Heng's arms, his hair bristled, his claws stiffened, and he wiped his tears in despair and pretended to be dead. Ah Heng understood Si Wan's words, and knew that the dog had crossed the line with the mouse, and was a little embarrassed, so he let go of his hand and held the bird to Yan Xi. The young man took the parrot and smiled triumphantly, revealing the red flesh of his gums: "Damn thing, go home and take care of the young master!" Ah Heng moved to Si Wan's side, and asked in a low voice, "Family law?" Siwan wanted to smile or not, and lowered her voice: "Probably Yan Xi plugged her ears and played the violin on the little thing!" Ah Heng let out an "oh" and looked at Siwan with a deep smile. Siwan knew what she was thinking of, her face blushed uncontrollably, she coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "Ah Xi, when are you going to buy a birdcage? a way." Ah Heng was a little puzzled, why don't the people of City B buy birdcages for raising birds? "Don't buy it." The young man's black hair was finely chopped, with an elegant and lazy arc across his ears. "It is it, and I am me. People have freedom, and so do birds. I have not done anything other than feed and clothe it. Why should I deprive it of its freedom?" Siwan was dumbfounded. Yan Xi glanced at him lightly, taking it for granted and confidently. Ah Heng smiled, she found that Siwan could easily become weak in front of Yan Xi, it was like this the first time we met, and it is the same today. Later she learned that there is a word in this world called "aura". And this word was born by Yan Xi.