He said, "Wen Siguan, I will never believe you again. ”

When he was a child, he often said: "Wen Siguan, don't follow me, why are you so annoying, you hate it, you have been following me." ”

was spanked by his grandfather because of his poor grades, and he would also cry at the top of his throat: "Wen Siguan, don't always get a little safflower, I won't play with you if you get a little safflower again!" ”

Siwan looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Why? Brother. ”

Why? Brother.

Every time, I asked, why.

Yan Xiaoshao thought about it very seriously, couldn't figure it out, and handed the milk bag in his hand to the man: "I don't know why, anyway, no, if you get a little red flower again, I will beat you!" Give you milk, don't cry! ”

He never said, "Wen Siguan, I don't trust you anymore." ”

It's about trust, it's about commitment.

When he grew up, Yan Xi said to Wen Siguan when he grew up, I don't believe you anymore.

He saw Ah Heng curled up sideways on the bed, clutching the quilt, and a sticky and fishy red on his back. Swinging his fist, he hit Wen Siguan hard, leaving no room for it.

The woman, old enough to see wrinkles, looked at him with sad eyes.

He said: "I finally know the weakness of the word 'Yanxi'. ”

What a ridiculous statement!

He picked up Ah Heng.

The girl was like a newborn child, obediently curled up in his arms, not crying out for pain, quietly, only liberation.

She laughed, had a fever, and her mind was in chaos: "Yanxi, you look so good." But why not laugh? ”

Yan Xi red-eyed, smiled, and coaxed her in a trembling voice: "Shhh, don't talk, baby." ”

He wrapped the bloodstained back in a blanket and ran all the way to her.

Vehicles, overpasses, walking, cold wind, loneliness, inside and outside the alleys.

It's like holding a water bowl that has been filled with a moon, caring for it, stumbling, and not daring to miss.

Treasures, treasures, treasures.

Yan Xi suddenly remembered the joke at the boys' party in college: "Girls are extremely beautiful, and they are sick when they destroy people's liver and intestines." ”

It's all, and her brain has become a mess of paste, who still has the leisure to think that she is beautiful or not?

Afterwards, Sun Peng often made fun of him: "Beauty, Ferrari is kept at home, and it is better to have two legs at a critical time." ”

He gritted his teeth: "Sun Peng, I sincerely hope that you will never encounter this kind of thing in your life!" ”

Sun Peng smiled with white teeth: "Yan Xi, the biggest difference between me and you is that when I care about a person, God knows, I know, others don't know." ”

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor on duty gave Ah Heng a fever-reducing injection, and then said that the wound needed to be cleaned, and asked Yan Xi to go out first.

I want to say it and stop talking.

When the doctor saw Ah Heng's wound, he dealt so hard, it was probably domestic violence, and he said to Yan Xi with a straight face without knowing the truth: "Everyone has become like this, if you have anything to say, don't waste time." ”

He smiled and bowed to the doctor, "Please be lighter." She was in pain and refused to say anything. ”

glanced at Ah Heng, who was sleeping on the hospital bed, turned around and closed the door, clasped hands, and sat on the corridor of the hospital.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it was lonely.

There are several text messages on the mobile phone, and the group text messages sent by classmates: Happy New Year, how are you doing?

Yan Xi replied one by one, raised his finger, only to find that his palm was stained with Ah Heng's blood, he was stunned, held his mobile phone, and walked to the bathroom.

Turn on the faucet, rinse with a bang, and fade away. The dark red flowed by, and he looked at it, and the fishy smell couldn't be washed off.

Over and over again, over and over again.

Yan Xi's face was expressionless, hand sanitizer, rubbing, foaming, and rinsing off. Go ahead, hand sanitizer, lather, rinse off. The palms of the hands became very red, like a birthmark.

Suddenly, he grabbed his mobile phone by the sink, slammed it against the dark wall, pulled his hair, and cried bitterly.

Yan Xi, who can't be naïve and arrogant, can only be strong.

Sometimes, he hates Ah Heng and wants to hate inexplicably. If Ah Heng always wanted everyone to love her, then Yan Xi might not be so troubled by gains and losses. However, if she is loved by many people, then what is Yan Xi?

Walking back to the white room, Yan Xi gently held her hand, this girl, sleeping so peacefully. He said, "Fate has given you to me. Maybe in the future, you will have another choice, but for now, there is no choice. ”

When Ah Heng had a fever, the sun outside the window was just right.

Squinted, the black-haired young man standing by the curtain was handsome and straight, walking from side to side, looking a little irritable.

He took the mobile phone, took a deep breath, and tried to say something to the other side of the phone: "Auntie, I won't send Ah Heng back to Wen's house, there is no need to discuss this!" Yes. Cause? You're still asking me why? Look at the wound on her back! No mother would be so cruel to her daughter. Okay, you're just emotionally out of control, you can't face her, yes, she does have the last name ......"

Suddenly, the young man raised his voice, his expression became very angry, and he almost shouted: "You said her surname is Wen, but in addition to her surname Wen, fuck, what else does it belong to you, or the Wen family?" You, and your Wen family, have no reason for me to give in! ”

He hung up, his head against the window, panting and his fingers white.

Exhale and breathe.

As if sensing a hint of warmth, turning around, Ah Heng was smiling at him, hehe, quiet and gentle.

As the Japanese New Year was broadcast on the TV in the ward, she waved her hand to her ear like the beckoning cat: "Good morning, Yanxi." ”

Yan Xi's sharp and irritable eyes became clear in an instant, he walked to her side, bent over, looked at her quietly, and smiled for a while: "So stupid...... I was beaten. Ah Heng, you are Yan Xi's daughter, the legendary Yan Xi, the king of fighting, Yan Xi. ”

Heng: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Yan. ”

He asked her, "Does your back still hurt?" ”

Ah Heng said: "What nonsense. Yan Xi, you were beaten so much that you tried it on your back. ”

Yan Xi scolded her: "Stupid, you can't scream twice, crying so much that the neighbors hear her and dare to beat you?" Your mom loves face. ”

Ah Heng lowered his head, sniffed, and muttered, "Why didn't I think of it?" ”

Yan Xi: "Daughter, follow me, you still have a lot to learn!" ”

Ah Heng laughed: "Yan Xi, you look like an old grandfather with frowning eyebrows." ”

Dayi and Chen Ti came to visit the patient.

Chen Ti 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 heroism is not at all.

Over the years, I have been fighting with Dayi, but I still don't get right.

Seeing Ah Heng, he cried bitterly: "Sisters, in order to help you tie up the man, I ran away with two poor legs and became an outsider, how can you compensate?" ”

Ah Heng only looked at him and smiled, but did not speak.

Chen Ti didn't mind, he was meticulous, and told the days when Yan Xi was not by her side thoroughly, as big as how many shows he walked and how many shows he did; As small as a few meals a day, I still love pork ribs.

In the end, he concluded regretfully: "It can be seen that whether you are there or not has no impact on Yan Meiren." ”

Dayi agreed, and strangely learned what Yan Xi looked like on the show - he had frozen on TV many times: "Hello everyone, I'm Yan Xi." ”

Every time, a fixed opening line.

Hello everyone, I'm Yan Xi.

Nonsense, you just don't say it, who in the whole country doesn't know that you are Yanxi, and the frequency of shaking on TV is so high.

But every time, it's this sentence.

It's like a fear that others won't remember.

Even, even the advertisements for sanitary napkins are taken one after another, just because that brand is what Ah Heng is used to.

How could he not know how terrible time is, if she doesn't walk in front of people every day, she is afraid that time will be imprinted and unrecognizable, 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 the person I've ever met, three out of seventy years, very little.

He laughed and whispered: "Ah Heng, I've always been good, like Mary said, it's good without you." However, that doesn't mean you're not important. ”

"You know, right?"

DJ Yan never shows up for thousands of listeners, but for one out of thousands of listeners.