Chapter 97 Chapter96 I have forgotten how high the sky is

Starting from November 18, the exam took two days. The topic was not very simple, and the time was tight, and Ah Heng just rang the bell when he finished writing the last word.She went to her husband and told her how she was doing the questions. Mr. Li helped her judge that there were probably two small mistakes in her French foundation, but everything else was fine. Mr. Li himself is a single-family house, with bamboo planted in front of the study, and a separate kitchen in the yard. She has always been alone, and the only pleasure she enjoys at home is reading. The cabinet is full of camphor smell, and there are many cheongsams, which were passed down to her by her husband's mother.One of the red ones is a rose flower picked with gold thread, which is graceful and graceful in the cabinet, with her beauty locked up, vaguely lonely.

Mr. Li handed her a cup of black tea and said with a smile, "This is the wedding dress my mother sewed for me. Unfortunately, she left before I could wear it." A Heng stared blankly at the closet, and looked at Mr. with a questioning look.Mr. Li nodded slightly before she stretched out her hand to touch the cheongsam lightly. It was smooth and tender, soft and fragrant, just like a woman's skin. Ah Heng asked, "Why don't you get married?" Mr. Li smiled: "How do you know I'm not married? I was married in 1973. I just got married and left." Ah Heng asked, "Why?"

Mr. Li is over fifty years old, but his skin is still well maintained, but it has lost its elasticity, like a flower that is in full bloom, leaving only a weak point. She said lightly: "At that time, I was still teaching in a high school. I had a bad background and belonged to the five black categories. My mother was the daughter of a wealthy businessman. She was forced to confess in 1970 and died of illness. Later I changed Name, I left my hometown, came to H City to teach, and met my lover. He is my colleague. He comes from a good family background and is a generation of poor peasants. We had just completed the marriage certificate at that time, and my parents-in-law didn’t like me, so I reported the secret , I was caught and criticized, my head was shaved and I was beaten. They forced my wife to divorce me, and then my wife wrote a divorce paper.”

Ah Heng felt uncomfortable, but Mr. Li remained calm, only when he mentioned her husband, his expression became gentler. Ah Heng asked: "And then? Do you hate your husband very much?" Mr. Li stroked his white hair and smiled faintly: "Everyone is gone, what do you hate?" Ah Heng was surprised: "He..." Mr. Li said: "The day after he finished writing the divorce papers, he hanged himself at home." She smiled, with tears in her eyes: "I was released later. When I got home, there was nothing but the cheongsam in the closet. The red cheongsam I wore when I got married was torn apart by those people before." , The one you see now was sewn with golden thread by my lover before he left."

Ah Heng looked at the cheongsam, and looked carefully, the golden rose on it was indeed sewn stitch by stitch, skillfully covering up the previous cracks.Mr. Li looked at Ah Heng: "Silly boy, why are you crying?" Ah Heng touched his face, it was full of tears.She murmured: "Sir, if I were you, I would definitely hate him. Why don't you live well, live well...live." Mr. Li smiled: "When we got married, he also said to me: 'Li Qiang, we will never part when our hair is white.' In a blink of an eye, my hair is gray. Where is he? If I want to hate, there is no one to hate.

"I guess, he just loves too much, love to the end. "But why lie?" The white head is inseparable. During the winter vacation, the dormitory building will be closed, and Ah Heng applied for an apartment for foreign students. The building is not closed there, and there is a canteen downstairs, which is very convenient. There are a lot of night owls among the international students. They don’t sleep in the middle of the night and open parties. They are very familiar with each other. When they see her, they ask her what her English name is. Ah Heng said, "I don't have an English name."

So they took extra care and called her Winnie affectionately. It's the same as calling Tom, Jerry, and Harry Potter.It just doesn't sound good, Winnie, like a chick with the plague. In the middle of the night, bang bang knocking on the door was often heard. "Winnie, hey, Winnie, borrow a lighter." "Winnie, Winnie, butter, is there any butter?" "Winnie, Winnie, do you have a bottle opener?" "Winnie, Winnie, don't stare at me, okay, can you barbecue?" "Winnie, Winnie..." Ah Heng vomited blood: "I said 'Teardrops' and 'Cutheads'. There is a grocery store downstairs. There is a roast lamb stall three steps out of the school gate. Our Chinese compatriots in Xinjiang roast it. It is very authentic."

The blond-haired Tom, who often knocked on the door to borrow things, blushed, and a red-haired girl with freckles emerged from behind him, laughing boldly: "Hey, Winnie, it's not a barbecue or borrowing things, it's just asking if you want something." Join our party, by the way, do you have a boyfriend." Ah Heng muttered, where is this kind of problem by the way? She raised her head and smiled slightly, and said, "I'm a little sleepy, let's do it another day. As for my boyfriend, um, we broke up. I wish you all a good time. Cough, it would be better if the voice was lower when dancing."

Then, close the door. On New Year's Eve, Ah Heng bought some meat, vegetables and noodles, and wanted to make some dumplings by himself. As a result, as soon as the pot was cooked, the group of foreign students upstairs ran down from the upstairs with a bang, no matter if they had blue eyes or red eyes, they all looked wolfish. Ah Heng said helplessly, "Okay, if you can help me make some more dumplings, I can consider treating you to eat." The crowd cheered: "Winnie, long live!" Like a group of children who haven't grown up. In less than three seconds, Ah Heng regretted letting a group of foreigners make dumplings.Could it be any more possible?Why don't you let the snail race the rabbit and the mouse catch the cat?

So, the Australian named Tom squeezed the dumpling skin into a kangaroo; the American girl named Jenny rolled the dumpling filling into a potato shape with a spoon; the Italian guy named Fabio tried his best to roll the dumpling skin with his hands , Roll and roll, the goal is pasta. Tears, tears. Well, I know you're all homesick. In the end, Ah Heng sent them all to watch TV, leaving him alone. Tom said, "I'm going to buy some bottles of red wine, and we'll celebrate with Winnie's dinner." Jenny said: "I'll go with you." She was the red-haired girl who helped Tom ask Ah Heng if he had a boyfriend.

When Ah Heng threw the dumplings that were made later into the pot, Tom and Jenny came back with wine. As soon as she entered the door, Jenny took a small piece of paper and asked Ah Heng excitedly: "Winnie, how do you pronounce this word? Someone downstairs is looking for this person. It's snowing outside, and that boy squatted in the snow for a long time , was about to be buried, and Ms. Zhang, who was in charge of the dormitory, would not let him in." Ah Heng picked up the piece of paper, on which a complicated character was written stroke by stroke. Some of the characters were pierced by ballpoint pen refills, so they must have been written in the palm of his hand. Balance. Ah Heng lowered his head and asked, "What does he look like?" Tom thought for a while and gestured: "Big eyes, a black fur coat, and earplugs." Ah Heng looked complicated: "I don't know this word either." Italian Fabio laughed loudly: "Winnie, you're Chinese, shame on you." The foreign devils of the Eight-Power Allied Forces! Ah Heng got angry, filled three bowls of dumplings, and said, "It's stuffed with cabbage and pork, eat it quickly, and roll away after eating." Fabio shrugged: "Winnie, did your boyfriend break up because you were stingy?" Fabio is a carefree, laid-back, yuppie-like character with an Italian style. His family owns a restaurant. He came to China to study because he heard that Chinese food was delicious. He studied marketing. Ah Heng said: "You are stingy, your whole family is even stingy with your pasta." Fabio is embarrassed. Tom handed Ah Heng a glass of red wine, and the shy Australian boy was a little embarrassed: "Winnie, it's nice to meet you." Ah Heng smiled and finished his drink: "Me too. I thought I would be the only one to celebrate the New Year this year. I am very happy to have you by my side." Jenny also made a toast: "I thought Chinese people had beautiful eyes like yours, but it turned out that there are people with big eyes that are also beautiful. It's so interesting." Ah Heng twitched: "Are you boasting?" "Why not? That boy downstairs is really pretty." Jenny muttered, and had a drink with Ah Heng. It was early in the morning after they finished eating and fighting. Before leaving, Fabio smiled at Ah Heng: "That word, I remember saying 'heng', right, Winnie?" Ah Heng washes up and falls asleep with the pillow on his hands. Had a nightmare in the middle of the night, sat up startled, and got used to the darkness for a while, the electronic clock now showed 3:30 in the morning. She opened the curtains with bare feet, and the window was white, with snowflakes falling continuously.Looking down at the ground, I couldn't see anything clearly under the white snow shadow. She put on her slippers, opened the door, and made no sound. When I walked downstairs, the lights in the dorm room were off, and the key to the door was placed in the small mailbox at the door, which was reserved for the students.Of course, only foreign student apartments have this kind of treatment. She hesitated for a moment, then stuck the key into the hole. The moment the door was opened, the wind gushed into the coat he was wearing. I walked around the dormitory building several times in the snow, without any black coat or big eyes. She rubbed her hands, but smiled herself. Wen Heng, are you stupid?No, he is not stupid. Turning around, I saw a snowman at the door of the small shop, revealing a black corner of his clothes. She walked over. The man didn't pay attention, holding a cigarette in his hand, leaning against the corner of the wall tremblingly, using the eaves to shelter from the wind, and lighting the fire. Thin and decadent, wearing a hat and earplugs, he is no longer the boy he was two years ago, five years ago. Proud and beautiful. She never knew, Yanxi, that she could smoke. She looked at him quietly, at his fingers, at his numbness from the cold, his slow movements. Gently snatching the cigarette and lighter from his hand, he turned around in surprise, his eyes widened so big that he was about to burst into tears, but his breathing became short of breath. He opened his mouth, but could only remain silent. Ah Heng avoided his eyes and said, "You follow me in." He silently followed behind her. Snowy roads, stairs, slow walks, rooms. The room is carpeted. Yan Xi looked at her wet clothes and shoes, thought for a while, and said with some effort: "I just came to see you, so I'm leaving now. See if you're doing well. It's New Year's Eve today." The breath he exhaled was cold, his logic was chaotic, and his words didn't convey his meaning, but Ah Heng understood. She pulled him into the room a little rudely, took the towel that was warming on the heater and threw it to him, with a cold face. Yan Xi wiped his hair, and Ah Heng poured another cup of hot water, and motioned for him to take off his coat and put it on the heater to bake. When the hot water was handed to him, his hands were frozen, and he couldn't hold it properly, smashing it on the carpet.Nervous, he stood up, glanced at Ah Heng, cautiously. At a loss, silent and unconfident, where is the shadow of the domineering boy back then? Ah Heng didn't speak, seeing his face turned pale and his black hair dripping with snow, he took out another blanket to cover him with the original blanket, and pointed to the blanket for him to lie in. Yanxi shook her head: "where do you sleep?" She pulled him into the bed and lay down herself, saying, "Go to sleep." He reached out and turned off the lamp. His hand was very cold, and he accidentally touched Ah Heng, but quickly avoided it, for fear of freezing her. Ah Heng stretched out his hand to hug him tightly, Yan Xi struggled lightly, but Ah Heng closed his eyes: "Yan Xi, if you move again the fuck, get out of here." Yan Xi, who never smoked, learned to smoke, and Ah Heng, who never sweared, learned to swear. Yan Xi always likes to teach Wen Heng, who doesn't speak Beijing movies, to swear, and Wen Heng always asks whether a man who smokes makes him look very masculine. Once upon a time, Wen Heng couldn't learn swear words, Yan Xi said with a proud face: "Who the hell said I wouldn't be a man if I didn't smoke?" His muscles were too stiff to move, and she hugged him like a big doll. Yan Xi's fingers began to warm up, approaching Ah Heng's temperature. She felt a sudden pain in her heart.It was so painful that I couldn't even cry. Her fingers grabbed his sweater, and maybe it hurt him. He huddled under the blanket and groaned, but he didn't avoid it. She said: "Yanxi, are you kidding? I know what you're thinking, don't you think, how can there be such a deceitful woman in this world, who is much more fun than the transformer green hair monster piano, isn't it?" How many times have you been lied to, or do you just believe what you say? Yanxi, you like a man and want to stay by his side, tell me, believe it or not, I will sweep the house and send you away, why are you lying to me? You say you Deaf, do you think I will believe it except for a heartless person like Dayi? Yanxi, do you think I will believe it! If you fucking like men, you like men, why pull me in! This game is so fun Well, aren't you tired after playing for seven or eight years, Yanxi?" She reached out to grab the pair of things on his ears, but he said softly: "Aheng, if you tug, I won't be able to hear you scolding me." He said, "Aheng, I want to hear what you have to say." But she bit his shoulder hard, tears streaming down her face: "You bastard, you're still lying to me, you're still lying to me, how easy am I to bully?!" He took off the earplugs: "Aheng, if this will make you feel better." In the darkness, his eyes were shining, and his struggle was full of irresistible sadness. But she roared and broke her throat: "Why are you so self-indulgent! I feel bad, can you tell with your eyes? Do you want me to be comfortable? You fucking put my Yan Xi give me back! "Come back, you bastard, murderous bastard, Yanxi who killed me..."