Chapter 54 Chapter 53 The prime finger knot hair is irrelevant

Ah Heng was stunned. Seeing Yan Xi's mouth shape, she nodded slightly, turned around, and smiled at Chen Juan: "Mary, let's go." Chen Juan was a little hesitant, glanced at Yan Xi, and in a blink of an eye, saw that A Heng's usual gentle brows and eyes were a little tired, so he suppressed his doubts and followed A Heng to leave. "You don't care about him?" Chen Juan smiled ambiguously, "I thought you were going to drag him back like before." Wen Heng can't see Xi's wronged thoughts, he has always been clearer than others. A Heng shook his head lightly: "It's not appropriate. This is Yan Xi's own decision. It's not good for others to interfere."

Chen Juan was speechless, and muttered in a low voice, "Did the two of you quarrel?" Ah Heng smiled: "How do you say?" Chen Juan was speechless: "In the past, if you saw Yan Xi ruining yourself, you would have gone up and scolded him." Ah Heng frowned and thought for a while. Chen Juan smiled with a sense of accomplishment, feeling that Yan Xi might have to invite him to Quanjude in the future: "Have you figured it out?" Ah Heng shook his head, and said lightly: "Well, I figured it out. It can be seen that I was too rude to Yan Xi before."

Chen Juan pinched her face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Hey, this big fairy is attached to our A Heng, and he didn't notify in advance." Ah Heng knew that he was narrow-minded and had a stern face, but Chen Juan pinched a red mark on his fair face, he couldn't pretend to be calm, he was a little embarrassed. Knowing that she was angry about what happened just now, Chen Juan sighed: "In my opinion, Yan Xi didn't want you to see him like that, and he let you go because he was afraid that you would feel bad." Ah Heng didn't talk to him, pointed to the shop in front, and said with a smile: "Look, Gui Faxiang is here. You have been thinking about the 18th Street Twist for a long time."

Chen Juan had a childish temper and didn't pay attention to the change of topic, so he happily dragged Ah Heng to the store to choose.The marijuana flower was so fragrant, Chen Juan was almost drooling looking at it. "Aheng, I heard that you have a dog's nose, what are the fillings of twisted twist?" Chen Juan is a bit picky about his food and doesn't like salty things very much. Ah Heng rolled his eyes at him: "You have a dog's nose, your whole family has a dog's nose!" Chen Juanjiong: "Cheng Chengcheng, the little dog nose, the little one, please move your nose, Miss Wen."

Aheng laughed, sniffed, fanned all kinds of fresh twists with his hands, smelled the aroma carefully, and said with a smile: "Assorted, there are green plums, ginger candies and some other nuts in it, not salty. If it’s not greasy, you should be able to eat it.” The clerk nodded: "This girl is very knowledgeable, these are indeed among the assorted stuffings." The news of her nose has spread, and the neighbors in the compound know about it. Chen Juan stared, and smiled so charmingly: "Ah Heng, idol, oh, idol, I thought Yan Xi and Baboon were bragging." When the curly-haired girl next to her heard the word "Yanxi", she had a thought, and accidentally knocked the paper food box to the ground.

Hearing a noise beside him, Ah Heng turned around, and there was a girl with curly hair standing opposite him. It was Lin Wanwan. "Wen Heng." Seeing that she couldn't hide, the girl greeted her coldly. Ah Heng smiled: "Miss Lin." When Lin Wanwan heard this address, he felt ashamed and annoyed. He didn't know how to resolve it. He saw Chen Juan in a blink of an eye and sneered, "Why don't you play the sad card? Isn't Yan Xi sick? Aren't you a filial daughter in front of the bed?" Seeing her bad tone, Chen Juan asked Ah Heng in a low voice who this person is.Ah Heng moved his lips and said the word "Siwan" in a low voice.

Chen Juan "oh", understood which Buddha the so-called Miss Lin was, and smiled maliciously. Hearing Lin Wanwan's words, Ah Heng wasn't annoyed, and his expression didn't show any big waves: "Yanxi's illness has been cured long ago, why doesn't Ms. Lin know?" Lin Wanwan's expression was very complicated, including disappointment, annoyance, and joy: "Have you recovered, what did the doctor say?" After speaking, he felt that his tone was too eager and his face was ugly. Ah Heng smiled: "It's cured, Miss Lin doesn't have to worry."

Lin Wanwan softened his tone, and said in a low voice, a little lonely: "It's all good." The more Chen Juan listened, the more weird he became. Isn't this Wen Siwan's ex-girlfriend, the one who likes Wen Siwan to death?It sounds like he and Yanxi also have some old feelings. Ah Heng pulled Chen Juan to pick out a few boxes of sweet flavors and was about to leave, but Lin Wanwan called to Ah Heng: "Wen Heng, can you give me a sentence?" "what?" Lin Wanwan opened his mouth, his voice was very clear, not loud, but a little trembling: "Can you tell him that I didn't do it on purpose. I just thought that his illness was not cured. You don't know what he looked like when he got sick. ... Siwan and I were chatting outside his door. He was still sound asleep when he suddenly broke the vase... stepping on it... blood was all over his feet... looking at me... that was really scary, I It's really not intentional..." She was a little incoherent.

Ah Heng was confused, Chen Juan thought anxiously, grasped the point, and asked her with a sneer: "What did you say to Siwan to make Yan Xi stare at you? You said you didn't do it on purpose, what did you do on purpose?" Lin Wanwan was a little flustered, but thinking of her and Siwan getting no good results, he gritted his teeth and said, "Siwan asked me what I would do if Yanxi liked me. I was very scared at the time, because I heard people say that Yanxi was She became like that after being raped, so she asked Siwan if it was real. "Later, Yanxi came out. He looked at me, his feet were still covered with blood, and then his expression was very calm, and he didn't seem to be sick at all. His voice was very clear, saying it was true, saying that he was very I like me, I have always liked me. Since I broke the eraser into two pieces during the exam and gave him one piece, he liked me very much. He asked me if I could try to be with him.

"At that time I thought he was talking crazy, and then he grabbed my clothes. There was a lot of blood on his hands. I was young and very scared, so I cried and begged him to let me go. He didn't speak, just looked at me, He kept looking at me with that sad look in his eyes. "You have never seen that kind of look, and you won't understand how terrifying those lifeless and desperate eyes are. "It took me a lot of effort to push him away, but I didn't expect Yanxi to fall down the stairs. At that time, I was very scared, and I didn't know..." Lin Wanwan grabbed his long hair vigorously, with tears in his eyes, his expression was very painful: "I don't want to, I just, I like Yanxi, really..."

This is the first time Ah Heng heard such a plot, Yan Xi used to play it lightly, with just a few sentences, she even had the energy to tease Siwan and Lin Wanwan. Isn't he tired? Although he didn't think he was tired, Ah Heng looked at Lin Wanwan with a very complicated mood. It's not because her hair is curly and her eyes are crooked; it's not because her neck is as white as a tender lotus root when she stands up straight; and it's not because her name is Lin Wanwan.It's just that this kind of Lin Wanwan is the Lin Wanwan that Yan Xi likes. Because of liking Yan Xi, Wen Heng put in all his energy, only then did he realize what kind of girl Yan Xi might be attracted to. It's not even the slightest bit similar to her. Lin Wanwan squatted down, tears streaming down his face, and his tone was a bit bitter: "After another month, Yan Xi came to school, but fortunately, the fall was not serious. But, it was only then that I realized that Yan Xi was actually sober , he was cured at that time. "Then, Siwan confessed to me. I knew it would be hard to recover, and I was afraid of Yan's family's revenge. After all, I pushed Yanxi down the stairs, causing him to recover from his injury for a month. Then you know, me and Yanxi Siwan is dating." Chen Juan yelled: "Sister, thank you for being able to make our beauty forgive you. If it were me, it would be too light to kick you into the 18th floor of hell. You'd better go home, wash and sleep, don't fuck Daydreaming." Lin Wanwan's face turned pale. Ah Heng closed his eyes: "Miss Lin, I can't help you." Turning around, he dragged the shredded meat to leave. Rousi was angry: "Why don't you let me tell? Damn, no wonder Yan Xi is afraid of women, and I'm also afraid of me! Damn, women don't have a good thing these days!" Ah Heng opened his eyes, with a half-smile. Rousi didn't look sideways, and added righteously: "Except for my mother and classmate Wen Heng!" Yan Xi went home at night, wearing the same thick outfit as in the morning. Ah Heng prepared for him, including scarves, gloves, and overcoats. It had just snowed, so he took off his coat, patted the snow particles on it, and walked to the study only to find that A Heng was practicing calligraphy. The girl sat very straight, with straight eyebrows and eyes, and her braids hanging down on the gray sweater. He smiled, walked up to her gently, and found that she had been writing a few lines from Tang poems, the words were generous and clean, but she seemed to be thinking about something during the writing process, and her handwriting was a bit stagnant. Yan Xi lowered her body and held Ah Heng's right hand with her right hand. Ah Heng's figure shook for a moment, but he didn't raise his head. He just pursed his lips and smiled, letting him write with him. After the fair hand finished the last word in the poem, she raised her head and laughed: "Why are your hands so cold?" Yan Xi also smiled, picked up the paper, looked intently at the last three characters in the poem "Qing Cheng Se", and said softly: "This, give it to me. Ah Heng, don't ask about today's affairs, wait a few more days, Don't worry." She handed him the hot chocolate milk and smiled: "OK." Yan Xi looked at the milk, shook it, thought of something, and smiled lowly: "Aheng, isn't it scary if I open my eyes?" Such pure and beautiful big eyes were purposely made wider and wider. Ah Heng looked at him and said, "Well, it's quite scary." In fact, it should be very imposing.When others see it, they will lose their souls, and they can't help but want to keep watching, so they use how scary such eyes are to cover up their loss. Yan Xi chuckled, eyes bent, and lowered his head: "So it's true, no wonder, some people said... um... I still don't believe it. Today, many people say the same thing." Ah Heng felt a pain in his heart.In the past, did you mean Lin Wanwan? Yan Xi put her hands on the back of her head, leaned on the sofa and closed her eyes, murmured in a young boy's refreshing tone: "Tch, could it be that my eyes are so beautiful that people on earth are jealous of me?" Ah Heng chuckled: "Yes, yes, I'm jealous of you. Being so good-looking makes people feel very stressed, you know that?" She lowered her eyes, her brows and eyes became peaceful and helpless. She didn't scold "Yanxi, why are you so narcissistic? You are so annoying to death", she thought about this question seriously for the first time.It seemed that, after thinking about it, even the fact that he didn't belong to her from the beginning to the end wouldn't be hard to accept. Because, this is just a truth. By the sky, by the earth, by that person, but not by her. On January 10th, Mother Wen said that Si Er was going to celebrate her eighteenth birthday, and since she was an adult, it was a little more grand. She booked a few tables at the restaurant and invited many friends. Last year, Siwan's birthday was also like this. It seems to be a custom of Wen's family to treat their children. Mother Wen said: "Aheng, you and Si'er are separated. It will be your eighteenth birthday in a few days, and then we will set up a few more tables." Ah Heng looked at her, her mother seemed to have forgotten something.However, when her mother looked at her with pity and guilt, Ah Heng smiled and agreed. On January 10th, when Ah Heng woke up in the morning, when he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Xi's big eyes. He was shocked and rubbed his eyes: "When did you come?" Yan Xi complained, propped his chin, and pouted: "Daughter, why did you wake up, wake up, wake up, I have been waiting for a long time, my eyes are sore, look, several eyelashes have blinked off." He stretched out his index finger, and there were a few eyelashes lying quietly on the crystal fingertips. Ah Heng twitched: "Why are you so bored, you started making noise early in the morning, I'm so annoying!" He smashed the pillow on the guy's face. Yan Xi's eyes were full of tears, like an abandoned puppy: "Si'er has already gotten up to do styling." Ah Heng yawned: "Does it have anything to do with me?" Yan Xi looked at Ah Heng's uncombed black hair with disgust: "You should at least comb your hair." Ah Heng just woke up, a little confused: "What?" Yan Xi had no choice but to pat Ah Heng's hair lightly: "Come here, come here, sit here." He pulled a wooden chair in front of the mirror. A Heng was puzzled, sat on it, and asked him, "What are you doing?" The boy took out a comb, and took out a beautiful crystal hairpin from his pocket, smiling: "It may not be as good-looking as a hairdresser's, but I have followed for several days, so it shouldn't be ugly." He flipped his palms and gently closed the hairpin in the palm of Ah Heng's palm. His soft and cool fingers touched her palm lightly. Ah Heng bowed her head, she saw light pink, bright white, lavender, crystal clear hands, she couldn't laugh or cry: "Hey, Yanxi, you don't want me to wear these, do you?" Yan Xi spat and said: "You are a girl, do you know? Girls like these! I picked them specially!" Then he held Ah Heng's hair with his left hand, and combed it gently with his right hand, with a shallow arc, slowly The movements are exactly the same serious as when he was painting. He lowered his head and parted her hair in the middle, his slender fingers moved back and forth nimbly, reflecting the black hair, making her fairer.A lock from the left temple, like a long stream of water, twisted around the hair with fingertips, slowly braided four strands, tied at the top of the hair, and fixed with a white crystal hairpin.Then there is the other side, wrap it up, and meet the left side.Pick up another lock and repeat the previous action. The small and exquisite crystal hairpins are graceful in the hair, reflecting the black hair, each of them is crystal clear and full, looking from a distance, the arc is smooth, like beautiful crystal butterflies lying in the hair. Ah Heng looked in the mirror, only to see Yanxi's hands, with slightly bent knuckles, turning into a beautiful angle in the hair, all in one go, like every painting he painted, poured soul into it, and had a new life Rhythm. Then, his face was like snow, condensed into a warm side, standing quietly beside her. She couldn't restrain it, the corners of her eyes were wet, and she felt a little resistant and unjust in her heart. He combed her hair, presumably because he couldn't bear to see her sloppy.However, he was so kind to her on a whim, and made her fall in love with her and become addicted, so what should I do? He breathed out, as if he had finished a piece of work, with satisfaction and examination. The boy smiled: "Aheng, you must stay by my side obediently today, and don't let others abduct you." Ah Heng was surprised, but he took a square box tied with a ribbon from somewhere, and smiled: "Open it and have a look." Ah Heng untied the ribbon and frowned slightly: "Yanxi, you know, I'm not used to Cinderella's drama." It was a long white dress inlaid with rhinestones, the colors were indifferent, bright and incomparable. Yan Xi parted the corner of her lips, and said lazily: "I'm not used to being a fairy godmother, at best, I'm just Cinderella's stepmother, running around for my daughter." Ah Heng squinted at him, but Yan Xi looked at the wall clock: "There is still an hour until eleven thirty-five." He asked Ah Heng to change his clothes, but he went downstairs with a thump. The size of the long skirt fits perfectly, swaying to the ankle, looking from a distance, it looks noble and inviolable.Ah Heng smiled slightly, the mountains and waters were still clear. She went downstairs but did not see Yan Xi, the phone rang just in time, it was Si Wan, asking when they were leaving. Ah Heng opened his mouth, and a slender white hand beside him snatched the phone and put it next to his ear, with a flat voice: "You go first, I will call Ah Heng later. Well, there are other important things. " Then, hung up the phone. Ah Heng raised his head and asked him, "What's important?" The young man looked at her carefully, but without answering, he patted Ah Heng on the head, his eyes shining brightly: "I know this dress suits you, it really is my daughter, not bad." Ah Heng blushed slightly, coughed lightly, and said in a soft and sticky voice, "When are we leaving?" Yan Xi took out a bowl of things from the kitchen, and smiled: "You finish this first, and then we go." It was a bowl of noodles, with poached eggs in it, sauce-colored ribs, crystal round, long noodles. Ah Heng asked, "What did you do?" Yan Xi shook his head, his bright black eyes rolled around: "No, I just went out to buy it. You know, this young master never cooks, how could it be possible to make such a cute, flowery and jade-like dish that looks the best? Noodles?" He boasted his noodles, saliva flying around. Ah Heng burst out laughing, and swept Yanxi's hand, there were still red marks on it, he felt a little clearer, bit his face with a smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched: "It really is...excellent." Sure enough, it is not the best that ordinary people can enjoy. Yan Xi's eyes were watery, and Xiao Bai looked forward to it: "Is it delicious?" Ah Heng smiled: "It's delicious beyond your and my imagination." Yan Xike, no matter how you hear it, Mao thinks it is not a good word: "Give me a taste." Ah Heng shook his head, saying without any room, "No, this is my face." Then, he buried his head in the dense mist, sweating profusely and crying silently. He smiled gently, watching her eat noodles seemed to be a great happiness. Yanxi, this noodle is really spicy, how much chili did you put in? Look, my tears came out. He raised his eyes cautiously.On the wall clock, it was just thirty-five past eleven.