Yan Xi's "Rising Sun" is over.

He then sealed it in the small attic on the top floor.

"What to do, to suppress evil spirits?" Ah Heng smiled.

Yan Xi didn't care: "That painting, it's very strange, it seems to be off topic." ”

At that time, the newcomer Xiao Ash was sleeping on Ah Heng's slippers, and the sunlight was shuttling, which was bright.

The so-called small ash is a very small lump, shrunken like a towel. It liked Yan Xi very much, and always sneaked into the boy's bedroom, and when he woke up in the morning, he always opened his eyes and met the ugly little thing, and then, stiffened, screamed, and wanted to tear the whole roof over.

Then, Xiao Ash, who looks like a small towel, will be thrown out with tears in his gloating expression of braised pork rice.

Smack, lock the door.

"Ah Heng, take care of your dog!"

Ah Heng sighed and hugged Xiao Ash: "He doesn't like you again, and he always likes to move forward, alas, stupid dog ......"

Some days have passed since Yan Xi's birthday, and when Ah Heng went home, Si Wan said: "Ah Heng, that day, you were too rude to Aunt Lin. ”

Ah Heng squinted his eyes and was stunned: "What did I say?" ”

Siwan smiled: "It's not good to say nothing." Don't you think the hostility towards her is too obvious? ”

Ah Heng pretended to be stupid: "I always can't speak Mandarin well, for fear of upsetting Aunt Lin." ”

"Ah Heng, you always say that your Mandarin is not good when the situation is unfavorable to you." Siwan smiled, peeled the apple in his hand until the skin was not broken, and handed it to Ah Heng, "You may not know that grandpa's old subordinates left their jobs to engage in business, and most of the industry and the Lu family ...... Inextricably linked, Uncle Lu died of illness early, and the Lu family is now in charge of the house by Aunt Lin......"

This is said in a subtle and clear way. She only thinks that her grandfather will be honest and upright all his life, but she still can't avoid these thoughts. However, as long as you are human, how can you not have a little desire? What's more, after a hundred years of grandpa, he still has to take care of the whereabouts of the Wen family.

Ah Heng took the apple and nodded slightly.

"Compared to Qierer, you are more suitable to be the daughter of the Wen family." Siwan's tone was calm.

This one...... Is it because she accepts things that are not clean enough? Is it a compliment or dislike?

Siwan saw that Ah Heng thought about it for a long time, for fear that she would think too much and realize something, so she smiled and said: "You can't get along with her, just have less contact in the future." Aunt Lin is busy, so she doesn't have much intersection with us. ”

"What will Erl do?" Ah Heng was thinking about it in his heart, but he didn't think about it, and the words came out.

"What?" Siguan was surprised.

"To people who don't like it."

Siwan looked at Ah Heng, a little uncomfortable: "Er'er, if you don't like it, it will be obvious to you." ”

"Oh."

Obviously, like to her and Yanxi?

She never understood why Er'er hated Yanxi so much, as if she didn't know why Yanxi was always accommodating to Er'er to the point of almost spoiling.

In August, Rao is in the north, and the rain is also very abundant.

On that day, it was hot and dry in the evening, but in a blink of an eye, the sky changed, dark clouds were blowing, the wind was not stopping, and it was pouring rain in a short time.

Ah Heng originally went to the bookstore to buy review materials, and when he saw some interesting novels, he flipped through them. When I looked up again, the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window had changed, the rain was dripping down, flowing into strands, and it was dark outside the window.

It's so remote that there aren't many taxis, let alone rainy days.

Nerve-wracking, how to go back......

Look at the time, it's just seven o'clock, it's still early. She had already made dinner when she came out, and when she came back later, she should be fine, at least Yanxi was not hungry.

Ah Heng thought about it, picked up the book just now and continued to read, and decided to wait for the rain to stop before going back.

In the bookstore, Michael Jackson's You Are Not Alone was played, and Ah Heng hummed a few words along with it, which was very pleasant.

Heavy rain, the smell of books, love songs, what kind of loneliness would make people feel more comfortable than now? Hehe, it would be nice if there was Biluochun with a purple clay pot, she had been spoiled by the good tea left by Grandpa Yan. Yan Xi, that guy is probably playing a game again, isn't he afraid of myopia because he has a big eye?

Occasionally, she would be startled by the thunder, and when she raised her eyes, she could see a growing trend outside the window.

The similar situation was repeated several times, and the night was already completely dark, Ah Heng frowned lightly, and there was a bit of miscalculation.

After waiting for a long time, the wall clock on the wall of the bookstore struck eleven times.

"Boss, is there a hotel in the closest place from here?" She settled the bill and asked the bookstore owner.

Bang! There was a loud bang behind him.

Ah Heng was startled, turned around, but saw a young man covered in rain. At his feet was an umbrella that had been thrown to vent his anger.

"Yanxi?" Ah Heng was confused.

What is this guy doing with such a big star, who provoked him again?

"Ah, Yanxi, are the ribs made tonight too salty?" She blurted out, a little guilty. I was in a hurry to come out in the evening, and when I was stir-frying, the heat didn't seem to be very good.

He stared at her coldly, the rain kept dripping down his black hair, the pink T-shirt on his body was stained deep and shallow by the rain, his white canvas shoes were splashed with mud, and he was holding a clean umbrella tightly in his arm, which looked very funny.

Yan Xi turned around and said flatly: "Go home." But he didn't look at her, just handed her the clean umbrella in his hand, and bent down to silently pick up the mud-covered umbrella that he had just dropped in anger.

Ah Heng followed behind him, quietly staring at the young man's somewhat handsome back, and spoke: "Yan Xi." ”

Yan Xi didn't look back: "Shhhh

He was in front, she was behind, silent, walking in the rain.

Ah Heng lowered her head and only looked at Yan Xi's canvas shoes, which were so white, she had been brushing them for a long time. Why do you wear it when you know it's raining?

She even clearly remembered what Yan Xi said when she felt that the color of these shoes was monotonous and wanted to add some oil paint: "Yan Xi, this is the shoe I have been brushing for a long time, you know?" ”

After brushing for a long time, it was really hard to restore the true truth.

She sighed slightly. Everything in his life, she keeps restoring, he keeps disrupting, with her ordinary character, how long can she endure it......

The rain in the eyes and the sound of rain in the ears are clamoring for many things in life, luring and wanting to release, but after all, they are still pushed back little by little, carefully sealed.

When they got home, with the help of the street lamp at the door, Yan Xi wiped the electronic surface of his left wrist blurred in the rain with his right hand, stared at it for a few seconds, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay." ”

"Huh?" Ah Heng frowned and looked at him.

"It's not twelve." Yan Xi muttered quietly, with innocence in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, rubbed it on his pants rudely, widened his eyes, patted her head seriously, and looked vicious: "Ah Heng, Cinderella must be home before twelve o'clock, you know?" ”

"Why?" She smiled and gently took his hand.

There is only a six-centimeter gap between her and him.

"Hey, didn't Brother Grimm say that if you don't come home at twelve o'clock in the evening, will you turn from a princess into a girl covered in soot?" He raised the speed of his speech, his voice with a sense of arrogance.

"I will become a soot-stained girl because of a stepmother who loves to guide people, not because of the change of time." Ah Heng smiled, rubbed his eyes that were a little sour in the rain, and opened the door.

Yan Xi sneered: "If I am a stepmother, then you still have to learn to be Cinderella's vicious sister." Because there's not going to be a stepmom going to fucking run for four hours on a rainy day to find a soot-stained girl. ”

He deliberately spoke viciously, put away his umbrella and changed his shoes, and walked straight to the bathroom.

Ah Heng relaxed, sighed, gently rested his head against the snow-white wall, and closed his eyes. After a while, he slowly maintained a smile.

When he walked to the restaurant, Ah Heng found that the food on the table had not been moved.

Yan Xi smelled the aroma of food when he came out of the shower.

Ah Heng was sitting in the restaurant, and when he saw him come out, he greeted him with a smile: "Yanxi, eat." ”

Yan Xi's face was not very good, but he didn't say anything, sat down, dug rice, dug up pork ribs, and stuffed his mouth. Although there was no expression all the time, there was not a single grain of rice left.

In the end, he deliberately wiped his mouth with the cuffs of Ah Heng's freshly washed pajamas, glared at Ah Heng childishly, and turned to go upstairs.

Ah Heng laughed for a long time, lying on the table and almost getting angry, but he calmed down and became dazed, not knowing what he was laughing at just now.

In the early hours of the morning, the thunder roared and was deafening. Ah Heng fell asleep in a daze, but subconsciously remembered something and woke up from his dream.

opened the door and walked to the door of the next room, after hesitating for a long time, Ah Heng gently pushed the door open. Grandpa Yan once asked her not to leave Yan Xi alone in a dark room on a rainy day if she could.

"Yanxi?" She walked over, and the bed was just flat.

Looking around, she walked to the corner with some hesitation.

In the darkness of the night, it was just pitch black, and it sat there silently, never moving, and even strangely buried itself with a sheet.

Ah Heng stretched out his hand and gently lifted the sheet.

The young man, sitting in the corner, crossed his knees with his hands folded, his bare feet, his eyes tightly closed.

"Yanxi?" She crouched lightly beside him, unsure if the boy had accidentally slept here.

He didn't move, and his breathing was still faint and vague.

She stretched out her hand and cautiously leaned over, but halfway through, she was gently held by a slightly cool hand. He opened his eyes.

That was the first time Ah Heng had seen such an expression in Yan Xi's eyes.

Emptiness, pain, despair, and an endless torn black hole.

Those eyes looked at her, trying to restore their usual gentleness and pride, but after looking into her eyes, tears instantly welled up.

"Ah Heng, next time you must go home before twelve o'clock, you know?" He choked up, with a childish indefensibility.

Ah Heng looked at him quietly.

"Huh?" He looked at her earnestly, earnestly wanting to hear her say yes.

The young man's black hair was completely soaked with sweat at some point.

Ah Heng's eyes were the gentleness of the mountains and rivers, she suddenly stretched out her hand, hugged him fiercely, buried his eyes on her shoulders, and said calmly: "It's not a big deal, Yan Xi, in this world, it's no big deal." ”

"It doesn't matter how dirty it is." She heard the great suppressed pain in his throat, and the words were pronounced clearly, "This world, with me, is not a big deal." ”

She knew that Yan Xi could understand.

Even if she didn't know what had happened two years ago, he couldn't turn back anyway, and even if the wound would be bleeding, he could only look forward.

"But, Ah Heng, one day, you will also leave me." He was at a loss, but the tears burned someone's shoulder.

Ah Heng stared at the corner of the wall in the darkness, not knowing what kind of words had a powerful power of comfort.

"Ah Heng, even you don't know that you will leave me." "But you see, I know, I can even expect this," he said, mockingly. ”

"If I leave, can't I try to stay?"

Yan Xi smiled bitterly: "Cinderella's stepmother is only Cinderella's, but not her two sisters'. ”

Retained, he ...... again How to give up.

"Yanxi, I don't like it...... Crystal slippers. She smiled and sighed, and opened her hands easily, but she didn't dare to look back.

Whether she's Cinderella or a vicious sister, she doesn't like that kind of fragile foot-grinding thing.

"Yan Xi, if I leave, I will say sorry to you." Ah Heng thought about it, frowned and came to a conclusion.

"Ah Heng, when I first said 'I'm sorry', I thought that the person who would never leave in my life left me." Yan Xi tilted his head and fell on the textured floor.

"So, what about 'thank you for taking care of you'?" She was still facing the wall.

"The first time I said 'thank you,' I felt like I had almost disappeared from this world."

Ah Heng put his hand on his neck, smiled and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "When I leave, it must be because there is a person who is thousands of times better than Wen Heng by your side; Or, if I am by your side and you still feel lonely, then my departure will only be a relief for you. ”

She said: "Yanxi, when I was four years old, Abba asked me to buy salt alone. At that time, I also felt that the world was very scary, surrounded by people I didn't know, and adults spit out loud phlegm, and I could tremble for a long time. Later, when I was making vinegar, I was able to drink it all the way home, and I thought it was too short. Yan Xi, fear is an instinct of human beings, but when they are much more afraid, they find that the world is no longer fearless. ”

Yan Xi held her hand and found that the hands were covered with large and small calluses. Gently putting it on his face, he muttered in a low voice: "Ah Heng, we all owe you too much. Until I pay it off, I'll try to restrain myself and not ......"

He covered the two of them, swept away the gloom just now, smiled faintly, and resigned himself to his fate: "Ah Heng, you will eventually grow up, and you will eventually understand what to do is right." ”

And I, although I don't know when I will stop growing, will rejoice when you forget it.

The black fairy tale is two strangers

Ah Heng, Ah Heng, believers are injured.

I don't believe in people, so I won't be sad.