Chapter 77 Chapter 76 one person in ten million

He said, "Wen Siwan, I will never trust you again." When he was young, he would often say: "Wen Siwan, don't follow me anymore, why are you so annoying, you hate me, keep following me all the time." When he was spanked by his grandfather because of poor grades, he would cry at the top of his voice: "Wen Siwan, don't always get a little red flower, if you get a little red flower again, I won't play with you anymore!" Siwan looked at him tearfully: "Why? Brother." Why?elder brother. Every time, ask why. Hui Yue thought very seriously, and when he couldn't figure it out, he handed the milk bag to the man: "I don't know why, anyway, I won't allow it, if you get another little red flower, I'll beat you up! I'll give you milk, you're not allowed." cry!"

He never said: "Wen Siwan, I don't trust you anymore." It's about trust, it's about commitment. The grown-up Yanxi said to the grown-up Wen Siwan, I don't believe you anymore. He saw Ah Heng curled up sideways on the bed, clutching the quilt tightly, with a sticky red patch on his back that gave off a fishy smell.He swung his fist and hit Wen Siwan hard without leaving any room. The woman, so old that she could see the wrinkles, looked at him with sad eyes. He said: "I finally know the power of the word 'Yanxi'." What a ridiculous Yanxi! He picked up Ah Heng.

The girl curled up obediently in his arms like a newborn child, she didn't cry out for pain, she was quiet, only relieved. She laughed, had a fever, and her mind was in chaos: "Yanxi, you look so pretty. But why don't you smile?" Yan Xi's eyes were red, she smiled, and coaxed her with a trembling voice: "Shh, stop talking, baby." He wrapped the blood-stained back with a blanket, hugged her, and ran all the way. Vehicles, overpasses, walking, cold wind, loneliness, alleys and alleys. It's like holding a moon-filled water bowl, caring for it, stumbling, not daring to miss it.

Treasure oh treasure. Yan Xi suddenly remembered the joke at the boys' party in the university: "Girls are extremely beautiful, and it's only when they become sick that they destroy people's hearts." It's all nonsense, and my mind has become a mess. Who has the leisure to wonder whether she is beautiful or not? Afterwards, Sun Peng often made fun of him: "Beauty, Ferrari is kept at home, and it is still not as good as two legs at critical times." He gritted his teeth: "Sun Peng, I fucking sincerely wish you never encounter such a thing in your life!"

Sun Peng laughed until his teeth gleamed: "Yanxi, the biggest difference between you and me is that when you care about someone, God knows, I know, others don't." When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor on duty gave Ah Heng a fever-reducing injection, then said that the wound needed to be cleaned, and asked Yan Xi to go out first. Yanxi hesitated to speak. The doctor saw Ah Heng's wound, and he struck so hard, it was probably domestic violence. He said to Yan Xi with a straight face without knowing the truth, "Everyone is like this. If you have anything to say, don't waste time."

He smiled and bowed to the doctor: "Please be gentle. She is in pain and has always refused to say anything." He glanced at Ah Heng who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed from a distance, turned around and closed the door, and sat on the corridor of the hospital holding hands. On the first day of the new year, it was lonely. There are several text messages on the mobile phone, text messages sent by classmates: Happy New Year, how are you doing recently? Yan Xi replied one by one, raised her finger, only to find that her palm was stained with Ah Heng's blood, dazed, she grabbed her phone and walked to the bathroom.

Turn on the faucet, rinse it with a splash, and fade away.Dark red flowed, he watched, the fishy smell that couldn't be washed away. Over and over again. Yan Xi remained expressionless, rubbed the hand sanitizer, foamed it, and rinsed it off.Go on, hand sanitizer, lather, rinse off.The palm of the hand became very red, like a birthmark. Suddenly, he grabbed the mobile phone by the sink, slammed it hard against the dark wall, pulled his hair, and cried bitterly. Yanxi, who can't be naive and arrogant, can only be strong. Sometimes, he hates Ah Heng, and wants to hate for no reason.If Ah Heng always hoped that everyone would love her, then Yan Xi might not be so concerned about gains and losses.However, if she is loved by many people, then what is Yanxi?

Walking back to the white room, Yan Xi gently held her hand. This girl slept so peacefully.He said: "Fate gave you to me. Maybe in the future, you will have another choice, but now, there is no choice." When Ah Heng's fever subsides, the sun is just right outside the window. Squinting his eyes, the black-haired boy standing by the curtain was handsome and tall, walking left and right, looking a little irritable. Holding the mobile phone, he took a deep breath and tried to say something to the other party: "Auntie, I will not send Ah Heng back to Wen's house, there is no need to discuss it! Yes. The reason? You still ask me for the reason ? Look at the wound on her back! No mother would be so cruel to her daughter. Well, you just lost control of your emotions, you can't face her, yes, her surname is Wen..."

Suddenly, the boy increased his volume, his expression became very angry, and he almost shouted: "You said her surname is Wen, but apart from her surname Wen, what the hell does she belong to you, or the Wen family? You, And your Wen family, there is no reason for me to give in!" He hung up the phone, leaning his head against the window, gasping for breath, his fingers clenched white. Breathe breath. As if sensing a hint of warmth, he turned around, and Ah Heng was smiling at him, hehe, with a quiet and gentle look. The Japanese New Year's scene was broadcasting on the TV in the ward. She imitated the fortune cat and waved her hands to her ears: "Good morning, Yanxi."

Yan Xi's sharp and irritable eyes became clear in an instant. He walked to her side, bent down, looked at her quietly, and smiled after a long while: "So stupid...you got beaten. Ah Heng, you are Yan Xi My daughter, the legendary Yanxi, the fighting king Yanxi." Ah Heng: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Yan." He asked her, "Does your back still hurt?" Ah Heng said: "What nonsense. Yanxi, you've been beaten until your back is bleeding." Yan Xi scolded her: "Stupid, don't know how to shout twice, how dare she beat you when she cried so much that the neighbors heard it? Your mother loves saving face the most."

Ah Heng lowered his head, sniffed, and muttered, "Why didn't I think of that?" Yan Xi: "Daughter, follow me, you still have a lot to learn!" Ah Heng chuckled: "Yanxi, you frown like an old grandpa." Dayi and Chen Juan came to visit the sick. Chen Juan has changed back to normal men's clothes, the colors and styles are the most popular nowadays, and he still looks extremely beautiful, but the man's heroic spirit is not lacking at all. All these years, fighting with Dayi, still doesn't match up. Seeing Ah Heng, he wailed bitterly: "Sisters, in order to tie up a man for you, my poor two legs ran away and became a foreigner. How do you pay for it?" Ah Heng just looked at him and smiled, but didn't speak. Chen Juan didn't mind, he went into every detail, and told the whole story of Yanxi's life without her, from how many shows he went to and how many shows he did to how many meals he had every day, how much he still loved ribs. In the end, regretfully concluded: "It can be seen that whether you are present or not has no effect on Yan Meier." Dayi agreed, imitating Yanxi's appearance on the show in a strange way-the appearance that has been frozen on TV many times: "Hi everyone, I am Yanxi." Every time, a fixed opening line. Hello everyone, I am Yanxi. Nonsense, if you just don’t talk, no one in the country knows that you are Yan Xi, who is so frequently on TV. However, every time, it is this sentence. That way, it's like the fear that others won't remember. Even the advertisements for sanitary napkins kept coming and going, just because Ah Heng was used to that brand. How could he not know how terrible time is. If he doesn't walk in front of people every day, he is afraid that his face will be completely changed by time, and it will be difficult for her to remember that there is such a person in this world. Oh, his name is Yanxi. Oh, he's someone I've ever met, three years out of seventy, barely. He laughed and said softly, "Ah Heng, I've always been fine. Like Mary said, I'm fine without you. But that doesn't mean you're not important." "You understand, don't you?" DJ Yan never appears for thousands of listeners, but for one of the thousands of listeners.