Chapter 41 Chapter 40 The mask under the mask

"If I knew it earlier, I would have let Siwan come." Ah Heng said to Yan Xi with a smile. So reckless, the two of them cried in the police station for a long time, flying sand and rocks, and now when they got home and thought about it, it was really embarrassing. Yan Xi rolled his eyes: "Why didn't you call Wen Siwan, the little policeman? That way the little green-haired monster wouldn't die without a whole body!" Ah Heng was embarrassed: "Accidentally forgot." At that time, Da Ben was aggressive, and the little policeman in green clothes dazzled his eyes, and asked for the phone number. She never thought that Yanxi's phone number would be opened when she opened her mouth.

So, Ah Heng thought for a while, carefully found a reason, and sighed: "Oh, Yanxi, I just felt that I needed to be claimed at that time..." Even if he calls Siwan, he will still hand himself over to Yanxi.This is too troublesome, so why bother to make a big circle. Yan Xi squinted his eyes: "This reason is good, very good!" Then, bang bang, went upstairs and slammed the door. Snapped! Ah Heng had no choice but to lose his temper. Within two seconds, Comrade Xiao Hui was thrown out. A Heng was startled, and swooped down to catch it. The towel puppy has snot and tears flying.Didn't I just sleep in the beauty's room for a while, so what's the matter...

Yan Meiren's voice came from afar: "Take care of your dog!" Ah Heng smiled, and gently patted the puppy's furry head: "How can I control you?" Stupid, he obviously doesn't like you... As Siwan wished, Sier was admitted to Xilin. Siwan has been promoted to the third grade, and the work of the student union has naturally stopped, working hard for the single-plank bridge in July. Mary disagrees: "Siwan, don't worry, right?" The top five in the grade, plus the extra points of the national outstanding three-good students, isn't it up to him to choose which school to go to?

Xin Dayi raised his head: "What do you know, my brother is going to give the Wen family a top prize in the college entrance examination!" Mary was thinking about something, and teased in a neutral manner: "I don't necessarily understand anything, but you don't necessarily know much better than me what your brother Wen Siwan is thinking." Xin Dayi glanced at the delicate and thin figure in front of him: "What can he think about, he is not worried about how to go to the same school as Yan Meiren." Mary looked at Xin Taiyi with a strange look in an instant: "You... know what?"

Xin Taiyi took it for granted: "The two of them have been in the same school and went to college, so how can there be an exception?" Mary Black Line: "What kind of logic is this!" "The three of us plus Lu Liu, oh, you don't know Lu Liu, you are a god anyway, yes, although the four of us grew up together, but a discerning eye can tell that Siwan is closer to Yanxi. When I was in junior high school, Yan Xi and I were admitted to the No. 7 Middle School. He and Lu Liu were admitted to the No. 1 Middle School. However, Xiaoya didn’t say a word and transferred to No. 7 Middle School with her schoolbag on her back. Uncle beat me up hard, hehe..." The young man babbled.

Mary smiled wickedly: "Baboon, don't you be jealous? This is sour, childhood is sad, unpopular..." Xin Dayi said: "Dead monster, can I be jealous? Wen Siwan is jealous if I want vinegar!" "How do you say that?" Mary's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously tapped her phoenix eyes with her fingertips. "Before Lu Liu went to Vienna, Yan Xi and Yan Xi were almost inseparable. Although they were brothers, don't say I'm nothing, it's hard to say that Siwan was in front of those two people at the time Little transparent!" Xin Dayi muttered.

Mary looked at Xin Taiyi sympathetically. Xin Dayi trembled: "Damn, shemale, you don't care if you succeed or not, don't look at me with a motherly light on your face!" Mary smiled innocently: "I can't help it, once the story is told, you are the most pitiful!" "Fuck! Where is I pitiful? Where is pitiful? Tell me, tell me!" "Xin Dayi, what are you doing with your teeth and claws again, stand up and talk about it, what should you choose for the third question!" The English teacher known as the Mediterranean was angry. Cough cough, kids, it's still class time.

Xin Dayi was dumbfounded.What attributive subject object predicative, there is that without which and which without a comma, shaking the silly child's forehead with sweat. Rousi sat amorously, with the corners of his mouth curved to gloat. Ah Heng coughed lightly, bent his hand into a C shape, and placed it on his ear. "C!" Xin Dayi puffed out his chest, gaining confidence. "Why is the third choice?" Mediterranean has taught for half his life, and he is also a tricky character. Xin Dayi stammered: "Because... um, because, it says, what's flying what when what's my..."

Mediterranean gritted his teeth: "Repeat! Why?" Xin Dayi burst into tears.Ah Heng didn't say... The autumn colors are getting deeper and deeper, and in just a few days, the leaves have completely withered. In his spare time, Ah Heng has been learning how to weave from TV. She turned her head and asked the boy: "Siwan and Mary want a scarf, and Dayi wants a pair of gloves. What about Yanxi, what do you want?" Yan Xi broke her fingers, one, two, three... four, a little frustrated: "I don't want anything." "That's it." Ah Heng smiled with his head down, his voice soft.

In the evening, the sky was a bit gloomy, and before night, the wind had already swayed the shadows of the trees into pieces.When I was young, there was a torrential rain.One autumn rain and one cold. Ah Heng and Yan Xi closed the windows upstairs and downstairs. As soon as Ah Heng walked to the bathroom, it was suddenly dark and the power went out.She looked at the window, except for the gloomy tree shadows, there was no light around, probably the cable was broken by the wind.At this point, the weather is so bad that it is very troublesome even to rush to repair it. "Aheng." Yan Xi groped her way downstairs.

A Heng rubbed his eyes, gradually getting used to the darkness, there was a thin and thin figure at the stairs. "Aheng, come here." His voice was slightly stagnant. A Heng walked over and touched it lightly, the coat has a slightly rough linen texture. He held her hand in the palm of his backhand, and the originally tense nerves relaxed, and the gap between the fingers seemed to be filled with a gentle breeze, soft and settled down.The teenager laughed, making a face in the dark. Ah Heng had no choice but to whisper, "Yanxi, I'm not afraid." So, don't bother scaring me. "I'm afraid, can I?" Yan Xi rolled his eyes and poked his head out of the window, "Daughter, it's such a beautiful day, let's go out for food." Ah Heng glanced at the kitchen: "My millet porridge, just cooked..." Yan Xi drooled and pretended not to hear: "Daughter, I know that there is a new hot pot restaurant in Xixiao Street, which is said to be delicious." Ah Heng continued: "Hey, the vegetables I just fried..." Yan Xi shook his ears: "And in front of Dongsi Gate, old man Lu's beef noodle restaurant has opened a branch." Ah Heng feigned anger: "Ah, I see, I'm always so willful." Yan Xi spread her hands and smiled slyly. The two children rummaged through the box and fumbled for a raincoat, put it on carelessly, and rushed outside. "Where are you going?" There were some dazzling car lights in the distance. The car moved slowly and stopped next to the tree closest to them.Looking closely, the silhouette in the darkness is actually Si Wan. "There's a power outage, let's have some food." Yan Xi glanced at the car, "Yo, Young Master Wen, did you use your grandpa's bus for private use again?" Ah Heng looked at the car, and it was indeed the one that Secretary Li often used, so he smiled. Siwan raised her head, put her hands lightly on the steering wheel, and said in a gentle voice without any emotion: "Where are you going? I'll drive you there." Yan Xi shook her head and scolded with a smile: "You are driving without a license, I want to live a few more years." Si Wan didn't force her, she smiled lightly, gave the two of them a gentle look, and stepped on the gas pedal. Ah Heng lifted the hat of his raincoat and watched the car leave, only to find that there was actually a person sitting in the passenger seat, who looked like a girl, but not like Sier.Slightly natural curly hair, just like... the Lin Wanwan I saw a long time ago. She thought about something, thought of something, and glanced at Yan Xi, but his expression didn't change. They thought about finding a taxi, but the rain was too heavy and there were very few vehicles on the road.After searching all the way, seeing that he was approaching the East Temple Gate, he gave up and just took a walk before dinner. "Aheng, there is a small shop in front of the East Temple Gate. The masks they make are exquisite. After dinner, let's buy some and take them home." Yan Xi was full of interest and pointed not far away. The East Temple was originally a small Buddhist hall. It was built in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. It is said that Emperor Yongzheng, who was still the fourth prince at that time, presided over the construction and used it as a place for the family members to offer incense to the Buddha.When it was first built, the four princes inscribed it as "Siliangzhai".When people asked which four are cool, the prince said: "Ignorance, stupidity, laziness, and looseness, these four corrupt the mind, so they should be cool." Yan Xi made a fuss about coming because of the Lujia Beef Noodle Shop, which has a century-old secret recipe.Even though it was a rainy day, the old Lu's shop was still full of business, and many of them spoke with foreign accents. They probably came to Beijing for tourism, and happened to hear about the reputation of the noodle shop, so they came to try something new. This is the case at the table next to Ah Heng and the others. A group of young people are lively and lively, they speak Mandarin lightly and quickly, and most of them are from the Jiangnan area. The beef noodles are very delicious. Ah Heng took a bite of the crystal clear noodles, savored the soup carefully, and frowned slightly: "Yanxi, this noodle has too much traditional Chinese medicine." "So, it's called Nourishing Beef Noodles, look at the signboard." Yan Xi wheezed, disapproving. A Heng shook his head: "Traditional Chinese medicine is very good for nourishing the taste, but it should not be used in large quantities. If it is making noodles, stir-fry the soup with a small amount of ginseng leaves, almonds, cloves, and tangerine peel, and season with mushrooms and yams. The medicine is mild, although it may not have any high efficacy, but at least it does not hurt the spleen and stomach. This beef soup adds red cardamom and spring amomum to enhance the freshness. Red cardamom dispels the cold, and spring amomum warms the stomach. Hotness, you should be cautious when putting it together to taste, but there is too much in this soup..." Yan Xi Xiaobai stared at Shui Lingling's eyes wide: "Red cardamom, spring amomum, hair?" The group of people at the next table stopped their noise and became quiet at some point.Not long after, a person laughed, and rattled the boy in a white sweater next to him: "Fei Bai, this compares you. See, there are others, next time don't be so proud in front of the junior sisters, and put them in front of you." I was terrified, and looking back at Dean Gu, he scolded you again for being too young to improve." A group of girls winked. The boy named Fei Bai was also strange, wearing a knitted white sweater, spotless, as if he had a cleanliness fetish.His voice is extremely cold and deep, and although his sentences are light and floating in Nanyin, his words are full of arrogance, like the solid ice on a very snowy mountain, with a forceful spirit: "Ordinary people know a little bit of medical theory, and they still have to use it with me." Is it higher or lower?" Yan Xi whispered: "Aheng, what did they say?" Yan Xi had learned the Jiangnan dialect for a while, but he couldn't handle it if he spoke too fast. A Heng said lightly: "It's nothing." Subconsciously, he took another sip of the soup, feeling a hint of sourness and sweetness on the tip of his tongue, and smiled, "Yanxi, this soup is all right again." Yan Xi burst into tears: "Heng Heng, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word of Mao Laozi!" A Heng smiled and explained: "There is also hawthorn in the soup, which is cool, and it happens to be mixed with the heat poison of red cardamom and spring amomum, which is harmless to people." The boy in the white sweater's face softened a little, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he slightly raised his eyelids to glance at Ah Heng. Yan Xiqi: "Originally, the big signboard of the noodle shop says 'Big Bowl of Beef Noodles with Hawthorn Seeds'!" Ok?Ah Heng turned his head, as expected, there were eight big characters in gold.Hehe, blushing, changed the subject with a smile: "Yanxi, alas, your mouth is full of oil again..." Yan Xi chuckled, indulged, stretched out her crystal index finger to gently rub the corner of Ah Heng's mouth, and warmed her fingers slightly: "Stupid boy, how good are you?" Ah Heng was embarrassed, and after a meal, she became the one who didn't worry about it. There is a custom in front of the East Temple Gate. At nine o’clock at night, red lanterns are held on both sides of the street. I heard that it has been followed since before the Republic of China, and it is considered a feature.If it is not a rainy night, it will feel a bit like the Jiangnan Lantern Festival. Yan Xi pulled Ah Heng, familiarized himself with the road, and walked to the opposite street.The small shop selling handicrafts is also old, ingeniously, instead of using artificially carved floors, it is covered with blue bricks all over the floor. After walking in, as Yan Xi said, all the masks hanging on the walls are extremely exquisite.One pair, under the lantern wrapped in red silk, shone with a beautiful luster. Ah Heng just took off an ugly but extremely exquisitely crafted pirate with a scar face, and Yan Xi has already rushed towards the many masks painted with beauties with great interest. Coincidentally, there were many layers of white mink fur between the two walls, and most of the Manchu ornaments hung on them, such as small daggers, earrings, and bracelets. Ah Heng put on the pirate face mask, another layer of skin, soft and real.Thinking of something, she smiled and looked in Yanxi's direction. The blurry figure seems to be far away because of the several layers of separation. A light brown jacket, light straight gray trousers, a rare low-key color, but unfortunately, when it reaches the feet, it turns into red canvas shoes.Around the shoes, there was a pool of water stains that slowly deepened, slowly seeping into the soil.It makes people have illusions and contradictory collocations, but it has a strange sense of beauty. She stared at that figure with such focused and gentle eyes, so quiet and harmless.The left hand was lightly placed on the chest, but it was found that its beating was close to madness and despair. Ah Heng sighed slightly. If it weren't for wearing a mask, such a gaze would have caused him much trouble.Only she knows how...shameful her eyes are at the moment. "Du Qingqing, have you had enough fun? Stop making trouble!" With a slightly annoyed and cold voice, someone took off her mask. The person opposite, wearing a white sweater, was stunned when he saw Ah Heng. "I'm sorry, you misidentified the person." Ah Heng smiled slightly, took the mask in his hand, and gently put it on again. She nodded with a smile, turned and left, but she didn't know that another fate had quietly begun. She never cared about this accident, but walked up to Yanxi, wondering amusedly whether Yanxi would guess wrong like everyone else. But he smiled, stroking the long scar on the pirate mask: "Ah Heng, this one is very realistic." Through the mask, that kind of finger warmth is suffocatingly warm. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. The last ten seconds. She looked at him, smiled, and slowly daubed the landscape. In the last glance, something in the eyes was knocked down, and the mist in the sky was dispersed calmly. He gently took off her mask, her dark eyes were still there, so... so pretty. Then, she was still the Ah Heng he was familiar with. A Heng who will not lose control. Almighty Ah Heng. Gentle Ah Heng. Forever... will only be the Ah Heng who he thinks in his heart.