Ah Heng sometimes thinks that life is really like a farce, and before he can figure out why he is surnamed Yun, he is given the surname Wen again.

According to Sister-in-law Zhang, when her mother was confined, she suddenly disappeared in the baby room, and her parents were so anxious that they went crazy. But the grandfather picked up a baby girl half a month later, saying that Si'er had found it.

When Yun Heng lived a simple and poor life in Wushui Town, always living in fear in the shadow of his brother's heart attack, that girl, instead of her, became Wensel.

What does the surname Wen represent? Heng's father is a famous naval officer, his mother is a famous pianist, and his grandfather is a political dignitary. There is no doubt that the daughter of such a family is qualified to be pampered.

And Wensel, the girl who took Ah Heng's name, is such a girl who is loved by thousands of people.

This Sir is too good. She can dance ballet, can play the piano fluently, is beautiful, and what is even more rare is that her personality is extremely playful and cute, and the whole Wen family, including the deceased Wen grandmother, are all cherished. Even the grandfather, who is hard by nature, can't stop smiling when he mentions her in front of outsiders, not to mention Mother Wen, who has held her daughter in the palm of her hand since she was a child.

"It's a pity, such a good child......" Sister-in-law Zhang always looked sad when she talked about it.

In the Wen family, the only person Ah Heng can talk to is probably Sister-in-law Zhang. This old man has been widowed for many years, and Mrs. Wen has been working as a maid in her hometown not long after marrying into the Wen family, and after all kinds of changes, she moved to this garden with the Wen family. In this life, he has always been diligent and well-behaved, so he is extremely respected by the Wen family.

Speaking of which, Ah Heng can get along well with Sister-in-law Zhang, thanks to the kitchen.

Mica is a well-known ingenious woman in the town, who cooks good dishes and soups. Ah Heng has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he has a bit of a true biography.

By chance, Sister-in-law Zhang was busy cooking vegetables and cooking rice, Ah Heng was anxious for a while, and when she saw half an orange on the table next to her, she squeezed the juice into the rice, and then inserted the green onion leaves into the rice and steamed it over low heat.

Sister-in-law Zhang felt inexplicable, after a while, she smelled the mellow rice fragrance, and changed her mind about the little girl in front of her.

"Flip three times, be careful." Sister-in-law Zhang commanded Ah Heng quite authoritatively.

Ah Heng easily flipped twice with a wooden shovel.

"Wrong, it's three." The old man was more serious, took the girl's hand, and flipped it over again.

"Twice, okay? What about four times, okay? Ah Heng smiled.

"Of course not, when you get up and cook, you have to turn it three times." The old man had a natural expression on his face.

"It's not hot twice, but it's scorching when it's four." Ah Heng muttered in a low voice.

"Little girl!" Sister-in-law Zhang turned her head and scolded with a smile, wiping the sweat from Ah Heng's forehead.

"Grandma." Ah Heng's eyes are gentle and clear, and his voice is glutinous, with a pure southern accent.

Sister-in-law Zhang was stunned, as if she didn't understand, and turned around to stir-fry shredded chicken.

"...... Milk. Ah Heng was serious, and his lips overflowed with warm, awkward Mandarin.

The old man continued to fry the shredded chicken, paused for a moment, and sighed lightly.

"You kid, how nice it would be if it was a little worse."

Ah Heng was silent, sniffed, and smiled.

Every day when I eat dinner, the restaurant is so quiet that I can't even hear the sound of chewing. Ah Heng eats in small bites, although it is strange, but she has been quiet since she was a child, and there is nothing awkward.

The Wen family is very strict and taboo to talk at the dinner table. But Siwan and Si'er love to laugh when they eat every day, although the old man has reprimanded him a few times, but it has no effect, and Si'er is coquettish, so they go.

Now, Ah Heng is here, he doesn't like to talk, but he is a quiet child, but the old man is a little unaccustomed.

"Dad......" Mother Wen gently put down the spoon and stopped talking.

"Yunyi, what's wrong?" The old man frowned and looked at his daughter-in-law.

"Can you ...... Can you take Erle home? Mother Wen is elegant and generous, but she is a little cautious at this time.

"In the house where Sir lives now, I have found someone to take care of her, you don't have to worry." The old man was a little displeased, but his eyes swept over Ah Heng.

Siwan was still chewing the rice politely and thoughtfully, but his brows were a little tight.

"Dad, didn't you love Erer the most before?" Mother Wen hesitated and looked at her father-in-law.

"Enough!" The old man slammed the spoon on the table.

Siwan raised his eyes and looked at the old man with some hurt. Mother Wen stopped talking, but Wen Wan's brows were wrinkled and frustrated.

The surroundings were quiet, and Ah Heng took a mouthful of soup in his mouth, embarrassed and couldn't swallow it.

"Yunyi, if you have time, you might as well add some clothes to Ah Heng." The old man sighed and picked up the spoon again.

Ah Heng looked at the somewhat dirty school uniform he was wearing, and suddenly became embarrassed and uneasy.

It's not that there are no clothes in the closet, but those clothes belong to others after all, and most of them look very expensive, and they always feel awkward to wear them. And the clothes brought from home are gradually out of season, and they are out of place, so they have to change two sets of school uniforms. It just so happened that I was in physical education class today, and I soiled my clothes, and I was looked at by Wen Lao.

"I see." Mother Wen's eyes fell on Ah Heng, and she couldn't see a trace of emotion. Ah Heng lowered his head and slowly swallowed the soup little by little, but it seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Actually, the school uniform is very good. Ah Heng wanted to speak, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he glanced at Siguan quietly, and saw that he didn't have any special expression, and his hanging heart was slightly lowered. Siwan was good to Si'er, and she saw it at the school gate that day.

"Ah Heng, can you still keep up with the school's curriculum?" Wen Lao slowed down his tone, looked at the ordinary granddaughter in front of him, and felt some regret in his heart. He, after all, still delayed this child.

"Hmm." Ah Heng was a little surprised, and then nodded honestly.

"There is no place to let ...... Your brother taught you. When the old man said the word "brother", he bit the tone.

In an instant, Wen Mu and Siguan's faces became a little pale.

Brother.

Ah Heng's throat was a little itchy, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, just nodded lightly.

Siwan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled imperceptibly, and after a moment stood up and politely removed the chair: "I'm full." He turned to leave, his heart aching, as if he had been choked, and naturally he had no time to care about the feelings of others.

"Yanxi." Siwan walked back to his room, put the microphone to his ear, and was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Huh?" The other party had a somewhat confused nasal voice, with a hint of laziness.

"I miss Er." Siwan's fingertips holding the microphone slowly tightened.

"Oh." The other party was too lazy and answered word by word.

"Ah, I said I want Er'er!" Siguan's voice became louder, a sullen breath could not be controlled, and his eyes slowly turned red.

"Why are you so loud? You're a kid, crazy? The young man had a clear voice and sharp words.

"Axi ......" thinks about grievances.

"It's called a soul!" The young man sneered, extremely impatient.

"Do you have to be so fierce every time you talk to me?" Siwan's voice weakened, with a hint of childishness and helplessness in his tone.

"Lao Tzu has never been gentle with anyone when he is so old!" The young man's voice was clear, and the rude words wrapped around his lips had a different flavor.

"That'...... What about land currents? Siwan paused, cautiously.

Smack, the other party dropped the phone.

When Siguan heard the busy sound of the doo, he knew that he had stepped on the cat's tail, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Ashi, or ...... Didn't put it down?

I don't know why, when I was thinking about Er'er, the words in Siwan's mind became more and more proud and indifferent, and even his delicate appearance became a mask.

Naturally, many years later, looking at the ending like this, in addition to a wry smile, there are four words like arrows, right in the middle of the eyebrows - creation makes people.

And Ah Heng, since a quick glance in the parking lot that day, has not seen Si'er.

In the class, everyone gradually noticed something from Ah Heng's overly simple dress. In addition, Ah Heng's Mandarin is really unpleasant, a sentence sounds ridiculously fragmented, some snobbish students in the class began to look at her unpleasantly, hearing Ah Heng speak, the smile on her lips was always mocked with pity, pretending not to know and looking at the classmates around her, making eye contact, with a sense of superiority.

Because there is no decent dress, because of poverty, it is worthy of pity; Because Mandarin is incomprehensible, because of the rustic atmosphere of the tone, it is shameful.

At first, Ah Heng was willing to communicate with everyone, but later, he was completely silent, only looking at others with gentle eyebrows and laughing.

Xin Dayi, although he knows the snobbery of everyone, but in his heart, he inexplicably contradicts Ah Heng because of Si'er's affairs. After weighing the two phases, he simply ignored it, completely treating Wen Heng as a stranger, but in his heart he hoped that Wen Heng would cry or scold because of everyone's exclusion, so that he would have the qualifications to hate her for Si'er with peace of mind.

It's a pity that from beginning to end, Wen Heng never spared a smile, and gently and tenaciously tolerated everything.