Chapter 22 Chapter 21 wandering and lonely with a high profile

Ever since they knew that Ah Heng was Siwan's real sister, the girls in the class started to feel embarrassed, and they would say hello and hello when they met each other, in a vague and secretive way.Ah Heng breathed a sigh of relief. "This girl is giggling again, what are you happy about?" Xin Dayi scratched the black hair on top of his head. "Qian Minmin and I, say hello." Ah Heng frowned. Qian Minmin was the girl with whom she had a relationship. "Stupid!" Xin Dayi laughed. "Damn! You two don't have nothing to do, can you stop chatting your teeth? Help the young master get rid of this pile of things! Hurry up!" Yan Xi roared away shaking a stack of homework books.

"Yan Meiren, you seem to have come back from the sophomore year of high school, don't tell me you can't do such a simple thing." Xin Dayi was sunny, and finally seized the opportunity to complain about Yanxi. "It's not that I don't know how, but I'm too lazy to write. Tch, you little potatoes won't understand me." "Who is little potato? Yanxi, don't just rely on yourself to eat a few more days to embarrass you!" "Young master, when I was able to eat ribs, you didn't have teeth yet!" Yan Xi yawned. He stayed up late last night playing games.

Ah Heng flipped through Fan Yanxi's homework, smiled wryly, and felt a bit of a headache. How long has he saved homework and didn't write it. "Da Yi, you are physical chemistry, I am political history." Ah Heng picked up four books from a stack of homework, divided two of them, and handed them to Xin Dayi. "We have to do homework for Mao!" "Why don't you help me write a foreign language!" The two dance together. "You guys, what are you talking about, I don't understand." Ah Heng smiled, his dark eyes were filled with tenderness.

"Wen Heng, why are you stuck at the critical moment?" Xin Dayi was anxious. "Ah! What this young master said just now is obviously an earth language, why don't you understand Wen Heng!" Yan Xi glanced. "How dare you speak the language of other planets?" Xin Dayi felt awkward when he heard Yan Xi's words. "Oh, I'm from the planet Tamama, and I'm here to investigate on your planet." Yan Xi grinned, dazzling people's eyes. "What is his mother's star? Is it delicious?" Ah Heng smiled quietly, "Look, let's see, let's see," she said, and the two of them got off topic in less than two seconds.

"Class is over! Class is over! Xin Dayi, why are you talking so much!" Ms. Guo, the class teacher, walked into the class and tapped the blackboard eraser. "Yan Xi said it!" Xin Dayi was not happy. Ms. Guo is selectively deaf, so she just pretended not to hear and started to give lectures. Yan Xipi smiled, and kicked Xin Dayi under the table with his long legs. Xin Dayi groaned: "If I had known, I wouldn't have switched places to sit at the same table with you!" "I'm still not willing to be at the same table with you, it seems that I am on the same level as you!" Yan Xi tapped his chin with his long, white fingers, looking lazy.

Ah Heng turned his head to look at the two people, tilted his head and smiled, his teeth were neat, like rice grains, nice and gentle. "You need to charge money to watch the show!" Yan Xi smiled, stretched out her beautiful and clean hands, fingers one by one, as white as jade, with thin knuckles. "What are you talking about, I don't understand..." Ah Heng shook his head while turning around, walking slowly. "Playing stupid again." Yan hoped that Ah Heng's back would be calm, but his tone was familiar and playful. "Are you familiar with each other?" Xin Taiyi muttered.

Yan Xi just smiled and said nothing. No more, no less, just happened to know. Neither deep nor shallow, just acquaintance. When Ah Heng asked Siwan to have dinner, he was rushing to do his homework, and then it turned out that he was English in the first year of high school. "Yan Xi's?" Ah Heng frowned. "Yeah. Forced it to me, let me finish it today." Siwan wrote furiously. Ah Heng stretched out his hand and pulled out the homework book from the table. "No." She shook her head, her brows and eyes slightly retracted, and the clear mountains and rivers became foggy.

"Huh?" Siwan looked up, not knowing why. "You can't do that, get used to him." Siwan hesitated: "This is Yan Xi's order..." "Leave it to me." Ah Heng smiled gently, with a soft voice. After dinner, Ah Heng came to Yan's house with his homework. Grandpa Yan was away for dinner, so she greeted Guard Li and went upstairs.Knocking on the door, Yan Xi was obviously surprised when he saw her. "Come in." Yan Xi nodded slightly, and stepped aside flatly. Ah Heng was a little embarrassed at first, but when he lowered his head, he saw the pink pig-head slippers the boy was wearing, and he ran to Java in a flash of nervousness.

She walked in, but she was sweating coldly. Eyes full of pink.Pink walls, pink curtains, pink bookshelves, pink tables, big full-length mirrors, pink clothes thrown all over the floor, graffiti all over the walls, simple Q-version villains, and a scary style. A Heng was dazzled by the pink color, rubbed his eyes, and handed the homework book to Yan Xi. Yan Xi raised her eyebrows: "I remember that I have already handed it over to Siwan." "Do it yourself." Ah Heng smiled. "No time." Yan Xi said lightly, picked up the handle on the wooden floor, sat cross-legged on the floor and continued to play the game.

"Do it yourself." Ah Heng repeated, but his gentle tone was tinged with persistence. "Oh, put it on the bed, I'll talk about it when I think about it." The boy nodded dispensably, his eyes were crystal clear, but he focused on the front, the little man on the TV screen was fighting fiercely, but his tone was already displeased . "When did you remember?" Ah Heng continued to smile. "I don't know." Yan Xi's face was completely cold. "Oh." Ah Heng nodded, sat silently aside, took out a pen and began to write the political history she promised before.

The teenager tapped the handle with his thumb, vaguely sharp and sharp.He remained calm, his gaze didn't move half an inch, just pretending that A Heng didn't exist. Ah Heng smiled, looking at the boy's back gently. The boy was wearing a cotton T-shirt, neat and clean. His black hair was fluffy and soft, with a lock slightly raised at the top, fluttering with the small fluctuations in the air, sensitive and childish.He tried to treat her as air, tried to take the subtle undercurrent between him and her as a kind of conquest, and tried to win with a high profile. Ah Heng knew that this was Yanxi's way of getting along with others.He raised his thorn, ready to subdue her without a fight. She thought that Yanxi didn't see her as a woman in need of a gentleman's demeanor at this moment, but as an enemy who invaded her territory for ridiculous reasons, regardless of gender, she just needs to be expelled. However, this kind of treatment made her feel real. At this moment, Yan Xi's real appearance is not gentle or flattering, naughty or deliberate, not perfunctory or arrogant, not plain or cold.Those are just incomplete appearances of specific promises made to specific people on specific occasions.However, just looking at a corner, it seems more and more fragmented. Fortunately, she saw the complete Yanxi at this juncture. Ah Heng raised his hand and looked at his watch. At 7:30, he immersed himself in writing questions. However, on the screen, the number of villain deaths gradually increased. After a long time, there was a loud noise. Ah Heng raised his eyes, and Yan Xi stared at her coldly. In the corner of the wall was a cracked black handle. "How long are you going to stay?" He asked her, deep in his black eyes, mirror-like smooth and impenetrable. "You remember?" Ah Heng smiled, reaching out and handing over the homework outside the language. The corners of the boy's eyes were raised, his eyes were full of anger, and he stared at her fiercely for a long time. Ah Heng's eyes looked at him gently, as clear and clear as mountains and rivers.She smiled softly: "Yanxi, is it so hard to do homework?" The young man was stunned, and softened the ice in his eyebrows. After a while, he smiled subtly: "Wen Heng, for such a big matter, are you worth it?" You are the one who gets angry, you are the one who gets into trouble, and you are the one who throws things. Ah Heng sighed, feeling wronged. "Understood, I will write, you go." Yan Xi lowered her head and leaned against the bed, and said lightly. "Oh." Ah Heng nodded, stood up, his knees felt a little numb. She closed the door and went downstairs. Guard Li sat on the rocking chair on the balcony and listened to the radio, falling asleep. His slight snoring sound was very clear in the quiet and empty living room. Under the shadow of the setting sun, the room was silent, and the tick-tock sound was the sound of the wall clock passing by. Although Wen's family is not a thriving population, it is much warmer than here.Thinking so, Ah Heng raised his head and saw the photo hanging on the wall again.Frame by frame, the gorgeous and vibrant colors, the moment of capture, is so warm that it cannot be added. However, the goodness stayed, and it was tainted with coldness in the silent air. There is a bit of warmth, but also a bit of loneliness. For a moment, Ah Heng's heart felt like being scratched by a cat's paw, and began to ache with his heartbeat. She thought of those past events that Yanxi told when she was ill, such a weak voice, so mocking and sad. She remembered Yan Xi's smile when he held the cake and handed it to her. He said to her, "Wen Heng, Mother Yun asked me to buy it for you. She asked me to say 'Happy Birthday' to you." That tone was so envious that she was jealous . He is afraid that others will break the loneliness he has, because loneliness is a very powerful armor, and Yanxi is completely powerful only when he is carrying a powerful armor. She never expected that she could see this young man to such an extent, but the happiness at this moment really surpassed the original dullness in her heart. In the past, when looking at Yanxi, when it was vague, it was vague curiosity and beauty; now, it is clear, but it is fear and pity. She was afraid that this pity would slowly become clear over time, pushing into the bone marrow. After looking at those photos for a long time, he finally paused. Yanxi saw Ah Heng again, only half an hour later, when he finished his English homework with art style. "You didn't leave?" He was stunned, slowly turning the pen with his slender fingers. "Are you hungry?" Ah Heng asked irresponsibly, holding a bowl of steaming noodles in her hand, with a tangy aroma. "Spare rib noodles?" The boy took a breath and probed lightly. "In the kitchen, there are ribs and noodles, which happened to be there. So, I made it." Ah Heng explained a little uncomfortably. So, do you want to eat? Yan Xi's face was full of suspicion, her big eyes were clear and alert: "Ah, I know, you must have been poisoned!" "Well, it's poisoned. If you don't eat it, I'll feed it braised pork rice." Ah Heng smiled and walked to the window. The little parrot was lazily basking in the moonlight. When it saw her, it fluttered its wings and circled the bowl. Its small eyes were shining, and it called, "Braised pork!" Yan Xi smiled: "Why are you so narrow-minded, didn't you kick you out?" Then, he flicked the little bird's head.The little thing circled too fast, due to its inertia, it slammed into the window. He snatched the bowl from her hand, and slightly touched his lips with the back of his hand. With bright black eyes, he smiled innocently and intensely.His dark head was buried in the fine porcelain bowl, and he ate sweetly, reminding Ah Heng of the pretty little piggy on the boy's lunch box. While Yanxi was eating, Ah Heng picked up the game controller from the corner, sat cross-legged on the floor, held a screwdriver, focused on the work at hand, and tapped. "What are you doing?" Yan Xi sucked. "Oh, this, fix it." Ah Heng gently turned the screwdriver without looking up. "Will you?" Continue to suck and suck. "Give it a try." Ah Heng laughed. "If the test fails, will you pay for it?" the young man asked confidently. "It's broken." Ah Heng smiled and reminded him. "If it weren't for you, would I have dropped it? This handle, but the young master, I snatched it back from my aunt's house through untold hardships." The young man made a generous statement. "Already, it's fixed." Ah Heng smiled, pursed his thin lips, tightened the screws, and gently handed the handle to the boy. Yan Xi took it and shook it, there was no loose noise, she knew it had been repaired, and remembered something, she put the handle to her ear and listened attentively. "What are you listening to?" Ah Heng was curious. Yan Xi smiled, squinted his dark eyes, and sighed for a long time, with the grandpa's longing for the infinite sunset: "A long time, a long time ago, really a long time ago, according to legend, there is a great god living in every game controller. If players chat with him every day, he will lead us to the victory of the game." Ah Heng was dumbfounded: "Immortals, do they really exist?" Suddenly, the somewhat cool game controller lightly touched her forehead, and Ah Heng raised his head. "Yes, yes, he sued me, saying that you were very rude just now, and he hated you very much." Ah Heng sniffed, grabbed the handle attached to his forehead, aggrieved: "No, not rude." "Yes, you have!" Yan Xi squinted, "The Great God said, you not only knocked him, but also screwed him. He will retaliate against you." "What will he do, revenge?" Guilty. "Oh, just send a little ghost to appear at your bedside in the middle of the night and tell you ghost stories, such as old corpses in the countryside cursing ghosts in the middle of the night, painting skins to eat people, vampires fighting, Chinese and foreign combinations, ancient and modern, everything you expect..." He Gestures, saliva flying. Ah Heng was dubious, and asked in a low voice, "Master, is it from China, or is it from a foreign country?" Yan Xi rubbed her chin with her index finger at first, but when she heard Ah Heng's words, she thumped her pillow and laughed: "I thought you usually pretended to be stupid with your understanding, but it seems that I overestimated you." He was obviously just a kid pretending to understand.