Chapter 46 Chapter45 who took his home

Yanxi took another leave of absence.the second time. Elder Yi Wen meant to call the United States immediately to inform Yan Jia.But Si Wan stopped her, saying that her condition might turn around, so if Mao made a phone call rashly, the Yan family would definitely think that the Wen family did not take good care of Yan Xi and would feel resentful. After thinking for a long time, Mr. Wen gave Si Wan and Ah Heng three months. After three months, if Yan Xi's condition did not improve, he would definitely give his old friend an explanation. Ah Heng was silent, didn't say anything, and went home with Yanxi.

Outside the door, where the door plate was originally nailed, is now bare.Ah Heng asked the quiet person beside him for the house number, but he didn't seem to see him, the number plate was in his hand, and he held it tightly. When you eat, hold it; when you take a bath, hold it; when you sleep, hold it. The knuckles of the left hand were very abrupt, and the clenched fist was pale and bloodless. Ah Heng was really not sure what kind of disease hysteria actually was, and he vaguely thought that it was probably the madness that the old people in the country said.However, she looked at Yanxi as if she had become a child, and no one knew that eating, bathing and various aspects of life were just based on inertia.Even a series of complete movements, if interrupted, he would get stuck there, maintaining the previous movements, motionless.

When Yan Xi was taking a bath, Ah Heng handed him pajamas, which were obviously placed outside the door, but after hearing Ah Heng's footsteps, he stopped the mechanical movement of rubbing his hair, and stood still under the shower.The hair and face were still covered with white foam, and those big eyes, even though they were reddened by the foam, they still didn't blink. Aheng looked into his eyes and tapped lightly on the window. Quietly turning to the window, his eyes briefly focused, looking at her without any waves, like stagnant water. Ah Heng lightly put his hand on the hair and rubbed it slowly, demonstrating the movement to him.

He looked at her for a long time, and then started to rub his hair again. The movement was almost the same as hers. It's just that, holding the door plate with his left hand, his movements are clumsy. Ah Heng smiled and let him go. Yanxi used to have a bad habit when eating. She always talked to her non-stop, her eyebrows were beaming, and her saliva almost sprayed to the South Pole.From boasting that you are good-looking, you can talk about the handsome hula dance in Hawaii, from Ah Heng, I hate this dish, to saying that abalone actually looks like a poached egg when cooked.Every time, she always wanted to hit him on the head with a frying pan. Why did she talk so much? It was so noisy, so noisy...

Now, no one is arguing with her... The teenager sat there, spooning spoonfuls, like a doll who just learned to eat, earnest and focused.His movements were stiff, and he carefully put the spoon into his mouth with his right hand, then put it down, chewed, and swallowed without even lowering his head. He eats whatever dish she puts for him, and never says "why are the ribs so fat today" "Ah Heng, I don't eat this dish, I don't eat it, I don't eat it, I don't eat it, I don't want to kill it"... In this way, how nice... She served him soup, and he drank it obediently, but he still didn't bow his head. The soup dripped on his clothes sporadically.

Ah Heng took a tissue to help him wipe, and asked him with a smile: "Yanxi, why don't you drink with your head down?" He looked at her in a daze, Ah Heng lowered his head and made a gesture of drinking soup. He suddenly dropped the spoon.The spoon fell into the bowl, splashing the soup all over the table.He covered his nose, cautiously, tilted his head, and said, "Nose, it hurts." Ah Heng was stunned, and stretched out his hand to pull away his hand, but there was nothing on his nose except the red mark that he covered. She let go and looked at the boy, wanting to find an answer, but he had already mechanically held the spoon again, his eyes fixed on a certain point, but it seemed to be covered by a layer of cloth.

On the first day of school, she said, "Yanxi, you stay at home obediently, and Mrs. Zhang will bring you meals at noon, you know?" He glanced at her, and his eyes slowly wandered to the distance again. Then, after school at night, she rushed home, only to see Yanxi sitting at the dining table, still holding a spoon in her hand, and the food on the table was already cold.The boy's mouth was still stained with rice grains, and his clothes were completely soiled by the soup. Ah Heng sighed, and dialed the Wen family's home phone: "Grandpa, don't bother Mrs. Zhang to deliver the meal tomorrow." Turning around, he stared at the young man with soft and gentle eyes.

She said: "Yanxi, be good, I will take you to class tomorrow, be good, okay?" He held the door plate in his left hand, lowered his head, and drew a square outline on the sign with his thin white index finger. He did not speak, but concentrated on it. Ah Heng smiled: "Yanxi, does your nose still hurt?" He listened, but didn't respond for a while, but when Ah Heng almost gave up, he raised his head slightly, looked at her, and nodded.Then, desperately covering his nose, his face wrinkled together. Very painful very painful expression. She asked Siwan: "Two years ago, when Yan Xi was ill, did he keep complaining that his nose hurt?"

Siwan smiled bitterly: "Two years ago, he only said that his feet hurt." "Why?" Aheng asked him. Siwan sighed: "Dr. Zheng asked him under hypnosis during the treatment before, and he said that Cinderella lost her glass slipper and her feet hurt." Ah Heng thought: "Yanxi... After the accident, what time is it when I get home?" Siwan frowned: "I don't know the details, it should be past zero." At midnight, Cinderella lost her glass slipper... At midnight, Yanxi lost herself... At that time, he brought her back home and looked at the clock, feeling relieved. Fortunately, it was not twelve o'clock...

He said to her, Ah Heng, you must go home before twelve o'clock, you know? People who don’t come home at midnight will become dirty children covered in soot and be declared abandoned by the world, isn’t that right… But, why is it "a sore nose" this time? The next day, Ah Heng took Yanxi to school.Everyone seems to have heard something, looking at Yan Xi, his eyes are more erratic than this boy's, and they just pretend that everything is business as usual in embarrassment. Ms. Guo, the head teacher, frowned: "Wen Heng, this..." Ah Heng smiled: "Teacher Guo, you don't have to make trouble."

She carried her schoolbag, pulled Yanxi, dragged her family, and sat in the corner of the last row. Xin Dayi and Mary's eyes were red, and they followed Ah Heng's ass, kicked the others away, and sat beside them. Ah Heng smiled and said: "Let's say it first, I only raise pigs, not rabbits." With red rabbit eyes, Rousi glanced tearfully at Yanxi, who is a pig, and began to cry and ravage while hugging Aheng: "My poor Aheng, why is his life so hard..." Xin Dayi blinked and nodded: "That's right, just as pitiful as Mrs. Xianglin..." Rousi let go, patted the table, and pointed: "Xin Dayi, you fart! Mrs. Xianglin married someone and gave birth to a baby. My sisters didn't even hold your buddy's paws a few times and stayed by your side." Let's be widowed!" Ah Heng blacked out, twitched his lips, and glanced at Yan Xi. Fortunately, this child can't understand... During lunch, Yan Xi didn't bow her head, she moved mechanically, like a child, and the sauce of the ribs dripped onto the jacket. Xin Dayi dug up the ribs with a spoon, and was about to feed him: "Yan Meiren, this is your favorite food, I will feed you with honor, you should get better soon, you know?" The spoon was suspended in mid-air, and before it touched Yanxi's lips, those big black and bright eyes were filled with water for a moment, making him look like a child because of grievance.Immediately, the slender hands were a little rude, and pushed Xin Dayi's spoon away. Xin Dayi was taken aback and froze in place. Ah Heng was surprised, and asked the boy warmly: "Yanxi, what's the matter, is your nose hurting again?" He kept silent, covered his nose, and said softly, "It's long." Rousi opened his mouth wide: "What... what do you mean, Yan Xi is not an idiot——hmm, Xinbabo, why the hell are you covering my mouth!" A Heng sneered, and glanced at the two of them.Feeling guilty, the two lowered their heads and ate. She turned to Yan Xi, and the boy began to squirm the ribs into his mouth again, as if the sauce was about to drip.However, there was innocence on his face again, unlike the expressionless face before. Ah Heng smiled and looked at him indulgently. In the front row, the study committee member urged to hand in the homework, turned around and around, and accidentally bumped into Yan Xi when he walked to the back, knocking off what Yan Xi was holding in his left hand.He stopped and saw that it was Yanxi, a little unnatural, bent down to pick it up. Yan Xika was there, looking at the palm of his left hand, which was empty.Suddenly, he pushed the boy to the ground like crazy, and rode on him, his eyes were fierce, and he started to fight fiercely, with a small voice in his mouth: "Thief, home, home, give me back..."