Chapter 12 Chapter11 who are you and who am I not

When Siwan and Si'er returned to Wen's house, Ah Heng was already asleep.She thought she would suffer from insomnia, but it turned out that that day was the most peaceful day she slept when she came to Wen's house. No dreams, no worries, no fears. Probably the effect of Christmas Eve, safe and sound. In the morning, she gets up the earliest.Downstairs, Mrs. Zhang was still working hard to make breakfast. The kitchen was very warm, and there was a burst of sweet porridge. Ah Heng took a breath of the fragrance, and Mrs. Zhang hummed the familiar tune of "Shajiabang" in his ears.She laughed, it seems that Si Er also came back with Si Wan, otherwise, Aunt Zhang would not be so happy.

The doorbell rang. As soon as Mrs. Zhang entered the kitchen, she was basically in the state of If You Are the One, so she would not hear the doorbell. Ah Heng trotted to open the door, it was the postman. Someone sent a greeting card to the addressee: Yun Heng. The simple card, rough paper, rough printing, small town style, is terribly warm. One stroke at a time, clean and careful. Yun Zai's handwriting has always been poor.He has been in the hospital bed all year round, and he can only practice calligraphy for a few days. Even when he goes to school, he just listens to it. The words in front of me, Yi Yunzai's condition, are written so profoundly with no effort.Fortunately, unlike Ah Heng - he is very smart.

"Yun Heng, I hate you very much." She blinked her red eyes, her nose sore. "However, I can't bear to miss you." Closing the card, tears fell out. Such a coincidence, thousands of mountains and rivers, the card was delivered to her at Christmas, but it was printed on it: Happy New Year. Whose scene should it be, and whose mood should it be? Her presence is as rustic and silly as her.I don't know about foreign festivals, but I estimated the time and sent it a long time ago, hoping that before the beginning of 1999, the sister who was stubbornly written by him as "Yunheng" could receive his New Year greetings.

A card, from Wushui to City B, how many winds, dust, drizzle, heavy snow and cloud dreams, to become so precious? There was a young man who was lingering on the sick bed, closed his eyes and thought about how long it would take to form these two lines of words! When Siwan took Si'er's hand to go downstairs, Ah Heng was eating breakfast, with his head down, looking silent.His heart felt a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to say. "A Heng." Si Er whispered timidly, she was trying to curry favor with A Heng. Siwan felt sorry for Si'er, and the corners of her mouth were bitter.

Ah Heng raised his head, looked at the girl's fair and small face, smiled slightly, and nodded: "Si'er, have breakfast." Siwan breathed a sigh of relief. "Siwan, eat too." Ah Heng frowned, his face calm and gentle. Siwan remembered what she had said in the church. At that time, she was in a feverish mood. In order to appease Sier, she subconsciously hurt Ah Heng. Fortunately, she couldn't hear it. However, when he came back, the peeled apple on the desk caught him off guard and made him feel more guilty. "Aheng, I ate yesterday's apple." Siwan blurted out.

Ah Heng smiled, nodded, picked up the schoolbag behind him, and said softly: "I'm on duty today, let's go first." Si Wan wanted to say something, but she opened and closed her mouth, feeling powerless. In the second semester of the first year of high school, Ah Heng was a blockbuster in the final exam for the first time when he transferred, and he got the third place in the grade and the second place in the class. In the Xilin test, what is the concept of the top three in the grade? Any idiot knows that B University didn't run away.As for Siwan, she was fifth in grade as usual, and she never moved her position from the first year to the second year.

The whole Wen family was taken aback by Ah Heng's good grades.However, happy after all.Who wouldn't be happy to have such an up-and-coming child in the family?Besides, he was a silly kid who was basically stamped as a "waste". Mrs. Wen smiled from ear to ear, praised everyone she met, looked at her granddaughter, she was pleasing to the eye; Mother Wen would also take Ah Heng around City B during the winter vacation, and buy some snacks and clothes as a reward; although Siwan was surprised , but thinking of Ah Heng's usual way of studying hard, he understands. Si'er has been staying at Wen's house since Christmas, and Mr. Wen has been vague and did not express his opinion. Mother Wen and Siwan are happy to pretend to be confused.

It's just that Ah Heng is a little embarrassed. Her room originally belonged to Si Er, and Si Er came back. Should she move or not? Si Er has been in poor health since she was a child. She slept in a temporarily packed guest room, and soon fell ill due to insufficient indoor air humidity and poor heating intensity.I was sent to the hospital for a few injections, and before returning, the doctor told me to rest. Afterwards, Siwan wandered outside Ah Heng's room for nearly half an hour. Ah Heng knew that there was someone outside the door early in the morning, and hearing the footsteps, he was sure it was Si Wan.After waiting for a long time, before he could knock on the door, Ah Heng opened the door.

Siwan stopped in her tracks, coughed lightly, and walked in front of her: "Aheng, are you still used to living in this room?" The young man spoke carefully, looking casual, but his brows were frowned. "The room is too big, I'm not used to it." Ah Heng smiled and shook his head. "Then...can I change you to a smaller room?" Siwan asked cautiously, licking her dry lips. "Okay." Ah Heng smiled. Siwan's eyes lit up, and she breathed a sigh of relief, her dimples filled with old wine. "Si'er, when will you come back?" Her voice was waxy, and although her lips were thin, her smile was not harsh.

"This afternoon." Siwan opened her mouth, but was shocked to realize that she had said the wrong thing. "Now, can I move?" Ah Heng pushed the half-closed door completely open. There, there is almost no trace of her existence, and it still looks like when Sier was there.At the foot of the bed, there were two luggage bags neatly placed. She had already prepared everything and waited quietly pretending not to know. Siwan's eyes gradually turned cold, all his foreshadowing, all his words, all his uneasiness, seemed ridiculously cold at this moment. He has never dared to misjudge Ah Heng's clumsiness or intelligence like his family members, but obviously, she is smarter than he imagined, and her understanding is chilling.

He lingered in front of her room for such a long time, but his guilt and worry were erased in an instant. Anger grew in Siwan's heart, her face was as cold as ice, and she said lightly: "Whatever you want, I will make it up to you in the future." Ah Heng was stunned, then smiled wryly, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. Knowing that Ah Heng had moved to the guest room, Elder Wen was annoyed: "Wen Siwan, who is Ah Heng? Tell me!" The old man looked at Siwan with a frozen face. "Grandpa, don't be angry, it's my fault, brother, he just..." Si Er was on the verge of crying. "I'm not your grandpa. If you really want to, just call me 'Grandpa Wen'!" The old man lowered his face, did not look at Sier, and stared at Si Wan fiercely. Siwan clenched her hands tightly, looked at Elder Wen, and paused every word: "Grandpa, since you are not Er'er's grandfather, you are naturally not my grandfather either!" Old Wen was furious, stretched out his hand, and slapped the boy on the face. Siwan didn't dodge, she raised her face and took it.In an instant, five fingerprints appeared on the boy's face. Although Mr. Wen treated his grandson harshly, he was never willing to touch him with a finger. Now that he hit him, he was angry and distressed. "Aheng, she is your own sister, do you know that!" The old man was heartbroken, he took Ah Heng's hand and asked her to stand in front of him. "Grandpa, what is Er Er?" Siwan paused every word, her voice becoming choked up. Elder Wen's voice was old and sad, he took Si'er's hand, and said softly: "My good boy, our Wen family owes you. You have your good fortune, don't pester you any more." Ah Heng looked at Si Er. Si Er's face paled instantly, looking at Mr. Wen, his eyes filled with tears.She laughed and opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, tears flowed out. She squeezed Ah Heng's hand violently, and asked her crying, "You are me, so who am I?" Ah Heng's eyes were stung by the girl's pupils, but in a blink of an eye she saw her eyes closed, her body falling down like a dead leaf, until she lay unconscious on the floor. Siwan yelled, picked up Si'er and ran outside. The doctor's diagnosis was that Er'er fainted because of his shortness of breath and the fact that he hadn't recovered from his previous illness.It's not too difficult to recover, as long as you don't get angry, you will recover quietly. When Ah Heng arrived at the hospital, Siwan was sitting in the ward staring blankly at Si Er in his sleep. She was outside the door, lying on the window, standing for a long time, looking at it for a long time, her feet were sore, her nose was sore, but Siwan didn't even raise her head. Then Mother Wen also heard the news and rushed to the ward from the piano concert. "Aheng, you go home first, Si'er can't see you right now." Mom glanced at her and pushed her out of the door again. Ah Heng stood quietly in the corridor, and what she saw in her eyes were the people suffering from the disease, their eyes were empty. Go back... home? where is her home... Who built a maze for her with loneliness, so that she couldn't find the way home for so long. She walked for a long time, and the snow that had stopped began to fall again, lingering in her hair, until she stood up in front of Wen's house again. But this is not her home. Ah Heng stayed for a long time, but still couldn't muster up the courage to open that door. She smiled and sat on the steps in front of the white building. At this moment, it would be great if someone could take her away, Ah Heng thought quietly, sniffing. It is also such a snowy day, so cold... The little match girl shines the match, and sees everything she wants, including her grandmother who loves her the most. So, what will she see when she polishes the match? Ah Heng held stubborn thoughts, unable to suppress the clamoring and spreading hopes in his heart, touched his empty pockets, but found that he had no props for happiness. Matches, well, a socialist society does not have the evils of capitalism. Matches are very scarce now, and it is difficult to buy them with money. It is unrealistic to pretend to be a little girl selling matches. So, what about the daughter of the sea?Oh, no tail. So, Rapunzel?Cough, what is lettuce? So, Snow White?Well, as a stepmother, she fed Wen Siwan poisonous apples... Ah Heng thought about it, hehe laughed, and his mood changed strangely. She doesn't like to talk, she looks very honest, but she always secretly makes herself bad in her heart.Such a person can presumably be able to dominate the Jianghu and the Eastern Invincible for generations to come, isn't it? "What are you laughing at?" A curious voice, wearing a pink mask. Ah Heng looked up and saw Yan Xi again. He is covered in pink, with a pink hat, a pink coat, pink pants, pink shoes, and a pink mask. In addition, he is carrying a large pink backpack. The pink clothes are light, the appearance is good, the warm color is three points, and the bright color is three points. "Yanxi." She looked at him with warm eyes. "Hmm." He responded. "You're here again, save me?" She smiled, her teeth were straight, and she was very shy. He looked at her smile, something flashed in his eyes, but he shook his head, just narrowed his big black eyes, and asked her: "Is what you said that day still counted?" "What?" Ah Heng was puzzled. "Let me take you to play." The young man put his slender, crystal-clear fingers into his pocket and spoke. "You want to take me away?" Ah Heng asked him cautiously, not daring to vent his anger. The boy nodded, a strand of black hair hanging from the pink velvet hat. Ah Heng was very moved, looking at the boy, his eyes sparkled. "Help me with my luggage." The boy took off the pink backpack from his shoulders, hung it on Ah Heng, rubbed his arms, shook his head, and said softly, "I'm exhausted." Ah Heng let out an "oh", and his heart was filled with emotion and turned into black lines all over his head.