Chapter 35 Chapter34 I start your start

When Yan Xi staggered into the living room with dark circles under his eyes, Ah Heng shook his head, thinking that this man was hopeless. "Did you finish the painting?" Probably stayed up all night and got stuck in the painting. That day he saw the rising sun, and when he got home, he locked himself in the room without day and night. Yan Xi nodded, then shook her head again. "What do you mean?" His feet were itchy, Ah Heng lowered his head, and Xiao Hui was sleeping on her slippers.Laugh, such a small puppy, but snoozes like an old man. "I always feel that something is missing." Yan Xi was thoughtful.

"Incompleteness is also beautiful." Ah Heng's voice was soft and waxy, "Broken-arm Venus, isn't it a classic?" Yan Xi couldn't help but laugh: "Everyone can't understand, and they still talk about classics. But at least it is Van Gogh?" With such a powerful power, can a drawing be immortal? Ah Heng picked up Xiaohui and gently put it back into the small nest prepared for it - a cardboard box covered with several layers of cotton wool, and said with a smile: "When Van Gogh was alive, who knew that he was the future Van Gogh ?” Yanxi took out pure water from the refrigerator and poured it down, and her voice subsided from the nasal sound that had just woken up: "Then, you mean, when I became a bad old man, I was just unknown. It is very likely that in the wind and snow Shooting himself in the middle of the night because he had no bread to eat?"

Ah Heng smiled: "Besides, even if you die, you may not be able to become a rich Yanxi." "So, why keep drawing?" he mused. "So, have you decided not to draw?" Ah Heng pursed his lips, looking back brightly and gently. "No." Yan Xi rubbed her nose in embarrassment. Ah Heng understood, and smiled: "So, go brush your teeth, it's time for lunch." How can there be so many so. The most calm ending is never a hypothesis, but life. Have pistols but no bread?No gun ban?Or was it when you were old, our republic was so rich that pistols were cheaper than bread, and random suicides with guns were morning news?

So, so, worrying for so long, no matter how great or sad, it is just an idea. When she tidied up Grandpa Yan's room, she found many old photos. The older ones have already turned yellow, and one by one, they are all little dolls and teenagers with big eyes and smiles like golden sunflowers.Those who are full moon, those who are a hundred days old, those who are one year old, those who are two years old... until they are fifteen years old. Behind each picture is a vigorous and powerful pen writing: My grandson Yanxi, photographed at the age of ××. Such a good-looking child smiled so that all the depression and dissatisfaction in the world seemed to retreat.Suddenly, the years flowing slowly like water accompanied by the warm sunlight amazed the eyes.

I still had a better smile when I was younger.Ah Heng frowned, these words appeared in his heart without thinking. Strange, the same person, why is there such an extreme difference between the photo and the reality? The Yanxi she saw always raised half of the corner of her lips when she smiled, looking indifferent and flat.Even when it's a prank, it's just adding sly eyes.However, the corner of the mouth will never fade away, it is the sarcasm with unknown meaning, which is completely different from the unreserved brilliance seen in today's photo. Is it just the age gap?However, her face hasn't changed much... Her fingers paused.

After that, I looked down again, but only saw an abrupt vacancy, and the paleness of the plastic film. His fifteen years old to this year? For two full years, why is there a blank? That smile, left, right, flat, happy, not yet sharp, why did it disappear out of thin air... Ah Heng was thinking about something, and unconsciously closed the album, but accidentally fell to the ground. When picked up, there is a rough grind to the hard back of the album.She fixed her eyes and lightly touched with her index finger, it was the four letters with deep marks. DEAD Dead. Gone. Ah Heng turned around, the boy was leaning against the door, looking at her with a smile, his eyes burning.

"Aheng, is the rice ready?" He asked her, his left foot gently pressing on top of his right foot. The random behavior seems a bit strange. Ah Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the young man for a long time, with a calm posture, and said gently: "That's good." Casually, he put the photo album that was deeply engraved with such shocking handwriting, and put it back on the bookshelf. After lunch, Ah Heng received a call from home, and her grandfather asked her to go home. Yan Xi is still writing his "Chaoyang", with a silent and quiet posture. Ah Heng left quietly in order not to disturb her.But when she crept down the stairs, the door of the boy's room was closed and locked in an instant, just as silently as when she was walking.

Obviously, there is no wind. When I got home, Sier was telling jokes, which made my mother and grandpa laugh out loud.Ah Heng also laughed, standing in the porch and gently shooing at Mrs. Zhang who opened the door. It's a pity to interrupt such a warm feeling. "Mom, guess what?" Sier said vividly. Mother Wen was curious: "how is it?" "Our teacher said: 'Hey, Wensell, why haven't I seen your brother for so long? Later, you must ask your parents to persuade your brother, it's not good for such a good student to fall in love early, don't always be with the one in class four The girls are together, what is their name Xilai...'" teasing and playful tone.

There was a roar of laughter. "Grandpa, Mom, I'm back." Ah Heng walked out with a smile, interrupting Si'er. "Oh, Ah Heng is back." Mother Wen stood up, the corner of her mouth still full of smiles. "Are you still used to being in Yan's house? I was just talking about your brother and Yanxi going to junior high school. Xiaoxi is good-looking and caused a lot of trouble." Ah Heng nodded, the smile on the corner of his mouth was general and meaningless. The so-called disaster, is it because he looks better than others, or is it because Si Wan is involved?

"Aheng, tomorrow you will be the host of Aunt Lin, and invite our family to have dinner. Your mother bought you a formal dress and told you to come back and try it on to see if it fits you well." Elder Wen posted with a smile Then, he pointed to the clothes in the exquisite gift box on the table. "Aunt Lin?" Ah Heng repeated, but he had no idea in his mind. who is this Si Er took Ah Heng's arm and explained affectionately: "It's the daughter-in-law of Grandpa's old comrade-in-arms Grandpa Lu, and the mother of Lu Liu who is studying in Vienna. She loves us children the most. She is a very gentle and gentle aunt."

Very gentle, very gentle...how gentle is that?It is rare to see Sier praise a person like this. "Are you gentler than your mother?" Mother Wen pretended to be angry and looked at Si'er. Someone burst out laughing. Ah Heng raised his head, and Siwan was going downstairs, wearing casual and loose sportswear, looking refreshing and clean. "Mom, are you still jealous of Aunt Lin? To be honest..." Siwan frowned deliberately. "How is it?" Wen's mother stretched out her hand, smiled and held the outstanding and beautiful boy in front of her, still in the gesture of a mother holding a child. "Aunt Lin is much gentler than you!" Siwan frowned at Si'er, and the two siblings looked at each other and smiled. "What should I do? Ruomei is gentler than me, and her son is prettier than mine, alas, sad..." Mother Wen smiled, and tapped Siwan's forehead. Here, Si'er put down Ah Heng's arm without any hesitation, held Wen's mother's arm, and smiled coquettishly: "Aunt Lin doesn't have a daughter yet, don't you have me?" Ah Heng looked at his lowered arm, a little funny. You idiot, what are you expecting... "Grandpa, Mom, I'm going to the supermarket to buy milk. Tomorrow, what time, where should I go for dinner?" Ah Heng picked up his clothes and looked at his watch. His gentle and fair face was calm and modest. "Ah, Ah Heng, let me go with you." Siwan looked at Ah Heng. Ah Heng nodded, smiled and said yes. Along the way, one after the other, there is not much to say. How long have you been siblings?Still so unfamiliar. "Yanxi, these days, I'm painting, a masterpiece that is said to be named "Chaoyang". I go to bed at three o'clock every night, two bags of chocolate milk before going to bed, get up at eleven o'clock, wake up with a cup of hot milk, and often listen to a song The song of Long Long Way To Go. Three meals a day, no meat, no pleasure, hair grows so fast, you have to cover your eyes.” She spoke in a flat, neither high nor low tone. "I didn't, so ask these." Siwan turned her head, a little embarrassed. "Hehe, I'm sorry, I just remembered it suddenly." Ah Heng smiled and walked through the glass revolving door of the supermarket. She frowned, looked at the shelves for a long time, and found that the brand Yan Xi liked to drink was sold out. "Strawberry milk, is it okay?" Siwan picked up the same brand of milk in a pink package and handed it to Ah Heng. "I don't know." Ah Heng said honestly, she thought of Yan Xi's spittle flying around touting chocolate milk. "Change to another one." Siwan smiled, presumably recalling the same scene. On Sunday, there were a lot of people. When Siwan took Ah Heng out, the buttons on her cuffs were accidentally squeezed out. "Wait a minute." Ah Heng picked up the button, turned around, and walked into the crowd. Siwan sat on the bench outside the supermarket and waited. When the girl came out again, she was holding the sewing box she had just bought. "Take it here." She held out her hand. "What?" Siwan was puzzled. She pointed to his coat. Siwan looked at the crowd running around, she was a little thin-skinned, hesitated, and took it off after a while. A Heng bowed his head, squinted his eyes, threaded needles, and moved familiarly, with white hands, steadily. The half-hidden sunset shone warmly on her hair, giving off a clean and warm breath. He looked at her for a long time, but he could no longer look at this picture.He remembered what Chen Juan said: "Siwan, you will regret it. She is a woman." That was when Chen Juan knew that he tried his best to get Ah Heng to stay in Yan's house, and when he wanted to hold back Message Xi. At that time, these words were ridiculed and treated lightly by him.Looking at it now, my heart is hit by something one after another. She is a woman, so he has been unable to fill the gap that he felt was difficult and hopeless, and it will be easily filled by her in an instant. Just because she is a woman. But he is a man. Therefore, he will never be able to go further to fill that person's shortcomings; and she, as long as she relies on her instinct as a woman, can already complete that person's life, making him so embarrassed that it cannot be copied. After that, he never wore that coat again, no matter how tight and warm the stitches on the cuffs were. When Ah Heng saw the legendary Aunt Lin, he thought of many beautiful words, but in the end, he was overwhelmed by the fragrance of plums flowing slowly in the air. The woman was wearing a white cheongsam, with light-colored plum blossoms looming, and valuable diamond jewelry on her fair neck and ears. Siwan and Sier liked her very much.The woman smiled at them, looking as if her eyes were full of bustling stars. "What is this? You haven't seen Lu Liu, if that kid smiles, there will be more stars!" Dayi curled his lips, but he didn't get together with Si Wan and Si Er, he didn't like the appearance of this woman very much. Yan Xi was even more strange, standing there, just watching coldly, with an expression of disgust that she could not describe. "Xiaoxi, Auntie doesn't go back to China easily, why don't you give me a hug when you see it?" The woman smiled like a plum, and opened her arms generously. Yan Xi looked at her quietly and took a step back.White canvas shoes, the left foot rests lightly on the right foot, the soles of the feet and the insteps are leaning against each other, and there is a faint glint like the surface of a lake in the eyes. This is the posture again. There was silence all around, and everyone was a little embarrassed. "What's wrong?" Lin Ruomei looked at Yanxi in a daze. Siwan smiled: "Aunt Lin, you don't know, Yanxi has developed a strange problem in the past two years, and doesn't like to be in contact with people. Even if Dayi and I get closer to him, we will lose our temper." "Especially women." Yan Xi then answered lightly. Siwan's face was a little stiff. Lin Ruomei, on the other hand, smiled lightly, with kind eyebrows and eyes, and said Wenya: "This is not good. If we don't get in touch with girls, how will we, Xiaoxi, marry a wife in the future? Didn't you tell your aunt when you were a child that you want to marry a girl who is prettier than you? " "That's right, that's right, Xiaoxi used to say that when she was a child." Mother Wen also laughed, and slowly led the topic elsewhere. "This is Ah Heng?" Lin Ruomei pointed at Ah Heng and said with a smile, "Yunyi, you look very much like you when you were young. I recognized you at a glance. You are very delicate." "Hello, Auntie." Ah Heng was a little cautious, but he did not lose his etiquette. Lin Ruomei patted Ah Heng's hand, and said to Mr. Wen, "Uncle Wen, you are very lucky. You have a complete set of grandchildren, each of whom is better than the other." "Haha, the three are not equal to the one in your family. Ruomei, you have a son and everything is possible." Although Old Wen was happy in his heart, he spoke tactfully. Lin Ruomei is a person who is very good at adjusting the atmosphere, and the atmosphere at the table is very harmonious. Yan Xi kept her head down and kept eating the dishes closest to her. Ah Heng wondered, when did Yan Xi like to eat crab roe?I always say it is fishy, ​​and I don’t even take a bite of it.She picked up the ribs and put them on Yanxi's plate. Yan Xi raised his head slightly and saw the familiar warm ribs.Under the crystal dining table, gently move the left foot away from the instep of the right foot, bite the ribs as if nothing had happened, and never touch the nearest crab roe again. Ah Heng pursed his lips and sighed, showing a slight gentleness in his helplessness. "Aheng, you like ribs very much, don't you?" Lin Ruomei smiled and looked at Aheng. Ah Heng was a little embarrassed, looking at the woman, the shy smile on his face disappeared in an instant.It is obviously gentle, but it hides a lingering ice, which makes people shudder. Ah Heng frowned, thinking about how to answer, but there was a polite knock on the door outside the VIP room. A man walked in, about 20 or 30 years old, calm and capable, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looked like a gentle secretary. "Director Lin." He walked up to Lin Ruomei and whispered something in his ear. In this compartment, with a crisp and sharp sound, the white porcelain spoon shattered to the ground. Yan Xi's pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes turned pale when he looked at the man. Lin Ruomei cast her eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.When the man saw Yanxi, he became very panicked, but in the blink of an eye, his face remained expressionless. The waiter on the side cleaned up the broken porcelain and changed Yanxi to a new set of bowls and chopsticks. The boy lowered his head slightly again, picked up his chopsticks and continued eating. Ah Heng stared, only to find that the phalanges of his right hand holding the chopsticks were pale and protruding. She lowered her head, and the pair of white canvas shoes overlapped again, so tightly that they could not be separated. The man left, Lin Ruomei sat on the main seat, continued to smile softly, continued to criss-cross cups, and continued the radiant banquet. "Aheng, the crab roe is finished." Yan Xi pointed at the empty dishes in front of him and smiled, eyes so clean that sake could overflow. Ah Heng quietly waited for his next words. "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep." He yawned, his eyes sparkling. "I want to go home." Everyone was used to the ups and downs of Yan Xi's emotions. After a few instructions from Wen's mother, she made an excuse to Lin Ruomei and asked Yan Xi to go home. Ah Heng quietly watched him leave, that lonely figure with butterfly bones, wearing the fuchsia Armani jacket they bought together after shopping for a long time. She vaguely remembered that she liked the black outfit he was wearing more at that time, with his white and slender hands, big eyes, noble and invincible.Unlike this one, with bright eyebrows and eyes, the morning sun and evening snow, as bright as glass, it is so beautiful, but it weakens his soul. Clinging to the propriety of her choice, she chose his choice. Ah Heng doesn't like ribs at all, they are greasy and greasy, but ribs are her best home cooking.Everyday homework, it seems that only with Yanxi can she have homework. She doesn't like such a so-called family feast where a table of dishes can cost tens of thousands of yuan, because her home is not only worth the price. She asked a sky-high price, but it turned out to be a bad promise, so she could only use her time to squander it, but no one accompanied her to squander it. She was thinking wildly, but there was silence at the dining table. They turned their eyes to the door that was said to be inlaid with gold and jade.She turned around and quietly put her hands on her knees, dazzling fireworks flickering across her brows and eyes. The boy ran back, breathing heavily, his black hair was wet with sweat, and his slender jade-like hands under the purple clothes pressed against the door frame, with curved knuckles, releasing all the burden. However, those eyes were black and white, they only looked at her, and tried to calm their breathing: "Ah Heng, are you full?" Ah Heng smiled, sniffed, and nodded. "Aheng, do you want to go home with me?" Ah Heng smiled, Shan Shui fainted: "Ah, I see, is it because you will be afraid when you go home alone?" Yan Xi smiled and stretched out his hand. He ran too fast just now, and his breathing was still a little unsteady. He said with helplessness and connivance: "Yes, yes, I will be afraid by myself, okay?" Sweat ran down the boy's finger The tip slipped down gently, and the French carpet that was said to be worth a lot of money became dizzy. "I know, it's too annoying, too annoying!" She tilted her head and giggled, jumping for joy, and held his hand. Who is it that secretly complains about someone's childishness, self-willedness, and lack of etiquette, but to that one, he gives away his childishness without reservation? Others, has anyone seen Yanxi like this?Has anyone seen such Wen Heng? You see, they are so out of gregarious, wouldn't it be much better if they were left to fend for themselves? If, let them go, would it be...much better...