The new school year has begun.

According to Yanxi's results, when he was ranked, he naturally couldn't sit with Ah Heng.

The classmates in the class got acquainted with Ah Heng, and they all felt that this girl was very real, she studied well, and it definitely didn't hurt to sit together. So, this year, picking the same table, Ah Heng is absolutely sought-after.

As a result, due to Chen Ti's outstanding achievements, he sat beside Ah Heng with small steps: "Brother, fate!" ”

Ah Heng smiled: "Yes, yes, fate." ”

After a few more people, Xin Dayi walked over with squinted eyes, gloating: "Shemale, hehe, you're done, Oye!" ”

Chen Ti didn't know why, but his purple hand pointed at Xin Dayi: "Phew, when did you become a crow?" You're done! Believe it or not, the old lady bites you to death, duh! ”

It's a pity that the buttocks haven't warmed up yet, Yan Xi walked over with a dark face and a cruel smile, threw the schoolbag on a meat shredded table, raised his eyebrows, and didn't smile: "What's the matter, do you go by yourself, or will I give you a ride?" ”

Rousi's eyes widened, and he vaguely saw the little thing with black wings hovering around Yan Xi's head, remembering the countless experiences of being under the unspoken rules of the poisonous tongue, and got up with a smile: "How can you do it, you can sit down with less words, and the little one disturbs the reunion of your father and daughter, and the crime deserves death." ”

"Ya, a mother's virtue!" Sindayi despises.

The shredded meat was moved: "Yo, Xin Shao, you have good morality, and in the future, the small ones will depend on you a lot." ”

Immediately, he sat down next to Xinshi Dayi.

The four eyes were facing each other, crackling, and sparks were flying.

Visiting the prison outside the bars, no, everyone waiting for the seats in the row all sighed: "Look, what a naked four-cornered love!" Originally, Xin Dayi had a crush on Wen Heng, Wen Heng and Xin Dayi eyebrows came and went, a good little couple, but because Yan Meiren blew it with Mary, she was stimulated, and felt that the wild flowers were not as fragrant as the flowers at home, and the fat water did not flow into the fields of outsiders, and she snatched love with a knife, robbed the lover of a good brother, and Wen Heng staged a master's father-daughter love, leaving Xin Dayi and Mary two sad people, borrowing wine to drown their sorrows, haggard in the world, their hearts were like ashes, they had no love in life, and they were ...... to survive."

Sitting in prison behind bars, oh, no, it was another nest of tears that had already lined up the seats: "It's so sadistic, it's tortured to death, Mary's next door, that bare-ass little fart who shoots arrows is definitely a stepmother, it's too fucking grandma's stepmother!! ”

The first time Ah Heng heard Sier play the piano was at a solo recital held by his mother for Sier.

She didn't understand music, but she thought it was too good, and her hands, flying lightly, arranging and combining on the keys, were far more wonderful than mathematics.

When the notes abruptly appeared, all the people applauded, and they shook on the eardrums, much like thunder.

Sir wore a white evening dress, with such a fair and straight neck, which looked elegant and noble. She got up and left the piano and picked up the microphone, with a slight shyness and seriousness as the applause lingered. She said: "Thank you to my mom, my favorite mom. ”

Then, Ah Heng sat in the VIP seat in front of him, watching his mother, who was as noble and beautiful as Er'er, walk up to the stage with red eyes, hugging the girl, in such a warm and intimate posture, he was reluctant to let go: "This is my rare baby, my friends." ”

Just the right thing to complete is the applause like a tide.

She kept smiling, but there was some pain in her ear.

Yan Xi looked at her, very strange, and in a hurry. He was wearing a white and elegant suit, but he rolled up his sleeves without rules, covered her ears with both hands, and said something in his mouth.

In an instant, the world fell silent.

She smiled and watched Yan Xi's mouth open and close, seriously piecing together the words that were too impatient: "Good ...... Shrewd...... Shrewd...... We...... A Heng ...... If...... Learned piano...... Certain...... Bounce ...... Better ......"

Oh, is that so? ……

Ah Heng sniffed and smiled: "Yanxi, let go, you pressed my ears so much, it hurts." ”

Yan Xi let go of his hand, knelt on the seat with his legs unruly, facing her, his big eyes couldn't help but smile into a slit: "Really, really, Ah Heng, you have to believe me." ”

Heng, you believe me. If you also learned piano at such a young age, baby, you must be a rare treasure more precious than a rare treasure.

Siwan turned his gaze from the stage to the audience, and was mildly concerned: "What are you talking about, you are happy to be like this." ”

Yan Xi pouted: "Secret." ”

Siwan was more gentle and concerned: "Can't I say it too?" ”

Yan Xi didn't care, just said: "You elm head, you say it's a secret." ”

Siwan smiled bitterly: "When did your secret to others become a secret against me?" ”

Taking advantage of the moments when there was a touching speech on the stage and warm applause from the audience, Yan Xi smiled: "What did you say? It was too noisy to hear. ”

All the insiders commented on Sier's performance level seriously, to the level of extraterrestrial.

Ah Heng said to Yan Xi seriously: "Yan Xi, I think I'm very interested in music. ”

Yan Xi also said solemnly: "Daughter, this is a very elegant interest that is easy to doze off. ”

However, life is so boring, we can just have some fun.

He dragged out a piano that had been abandoned for many years from the attic full of childhood toys, and then had time to familiarize himself with the almost mossy stave, and asked Ah Heng to pick and choose the generals, and play whichever one was picked.

He said: "Heng Heng, for Mao, I think I'm very much like some people in some stores now." ”

Ah Heng glanced at Yan Xi's fine skin and tender meat, his face was like snow, and he asked cautiously: "Nightclub cowherd?" ”

Yan Xi vomited blood: "Obviously a hotel piano player." Heaven and earth, what is wrong with my tutor......"

Ah Heng's face was expressionless: "There are problems everywhere." ”

Yan Xi was indignant: "Lao Tzu is gone, go, I have a treat today, let's go listen to people singing songs!" ”

Then, dressed in ordinary T-shirts, ordinary denim, ordinary clothes, they walked to the opera house, which is said to be the most famous in the country. These days, the opera house happens to invite a famous theater troupe in the United States to perform, a total of 33 performances, no more than one and no less, and after the performance, they leave with their baggage, especially with their skills.

Ah Heng searched for a long time, but did not find the ticket office.

Yan Xi called, and after a while, someone came, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, nodded and gave a ticket.

Ah Heng sighed: "You are too high-ranking and too capitalist." ”

Yan Xi: "Hey, you bring out Wen Muxin's name and see if the man's bending down will be more capitalist!" ”

Ah Heng sneered, this is also true. Then I leaned over and looked at the ticket: "What is the name of the opera?" ”

Yan Xi looked horizontally and vertically for a long time, and calmly spelled: "M-U-S-E-S." ”

Ah Heng spells muses in the palm of his hand: muses.

…… Muse? Inspiration Goddess Muse?

The two of them sat in the front row, with some emotion, you look at you, the muses of capitalist countries are different, even the clothes are so capitalist.

Yan Xi blinked his eyes wide: "Ah Heng, except for a higher voice, can you understand what they are singing?" ”

There was a mocking and disdainful snort from the seat next to him, and he turned his head, and the suit and leather shoes next door were well-dressed.

Yan Xi hugged the popcorn and was angry: "Ah, it's great to know English, speak an African indigenous language!" Oh, racism, whoa! Wide-eyed staring.

The man lost his temper.

Ah Heng smiled: "Alas, the red face is in trouble." ”

Yan Xi was confused: "Who are you talking about?" ”

Ah Heng pretended to be stupid and pointed to the fair-skinned woman on the stage wearing a beige luxurious dress and soaring high voice: "Muse ......"

Yan Xi whispered to Ah Heng and asked seriously: "Who did she harm?" ”

Ah Heng couldn't help but smile: "There are many people." ”

It happened to be a scene* where the impoverished young painter accidentally met the goddess Muse, who sowed the light of inspiration to the world, and fell in love with her at first sight.

The handsome young man with blonde hair knelt down on one knee: "My noble goddess, why are you born so beautiful and take away all my soul. Your silver hair is the most dazzling and pure Huaze in this world, and even beside my almighty Father Zeus.

"It is pitch black all around me, because of the eyes of my goddess, you, that dim all the light in this world. The haughty goddess Athena has given me wisdom, but I have abandoned it, and with every bone and soul I think of your red lips, the sweetest and most delicate flower in the world.

"When the morning wind blows, and the sun shines on the earth, I open the window, and you descend to the earth, and with the love of the gods and the ignorance of the world, you cruelly make Venus smile at me, and send me into the hell of burning fire, for love, eternal life and eternal destruction!"

The Muse held aloft the book of inspiration with a slight expression: "Dear Lucifer, you have only fallen in love with a part of your body—an eternally mysterious and unpredictable inspiration. Every earthly poet, painter, musician, and historian will pour out their love for me. Therefore, in the name of the gods, now, I give you inspiration. ”

Lucifer was silent.

The muse smiled, with knowledge and nobility, and waved the scepter, and the light of inspiration was drawn to Lucifer.

Curtain call.

Yan Xi was a little disappointed: "Is this the ending?" ”

Ah Heng looked at the clocks hanging on the four walls: "There should be another scene." ”

In the last scene, the curtain is raised, and it is Lucifer, who is still impoverished. He did not receive a shred of glory and wealth from the inspiration given by the Muse.

He still walked through the vulgar and dirty alleys, always clumsy and slow, looking around blankly, doing small and heavy odd jobs for a piece of coarse bread.

All the chunks of time, previously reserved for painting, were now used for silent daze, and then, in exchange for the endless mockery and disdain of the muses in the temple.

When she stepped into the world again to inspire another poet, the man, Lucifer, had returned to dust forever.

The noble goddess read the epitaph, and her countenance, which was always proud and beautiful and would not grow old, became old in an instant, and she was overwhelmed with grief.

It reads: Ridiculous madman, blind painter - Lucifer.

He didn't want the inspiration she gave, he would rather not see his own. Abandoning the man who belonged to the painter, he was just pure Lucifer, just for the beautiful and pure figure at the beginning of the morning when he was at a loss, smiling innocently in love with Lucifer.

Permanent curtain call.

"This man is so stupid." Ah Heng shook his head.

"This goddess, it's too bad." Yan Xi sighed.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

She always looks at things from a woman's point of view, and he unconsciously brings into a man's mind.

Suddenly I was very melancholy, why do we want to watch such a sad thing?

Mo, life is so beautiful, there are small ribs, there is "Detective Conan", there is a broken piano, there is a radio, we live here completely, not the depression that we can't spit out in our throats on stage, isn't it?

"How long has it been since you've cried properly?" Ah Heng remembered the sensationalism of his intimate sister on the radio.

This sentence is applicable everywhere, well, I think we watched this joys and sorrows just to find a reason to cry.

Yan Xi was stunned: "I cried the day before yesterday, you forgot, the time when you pressed your feet when you lifted the piano." ”

Ah Heng smiled, hehe. I've never seen such a stupid person, lifting a piano, can be pressed by the piano. Forget it if you hold it down, you dare to drop Jin Doudou, the first is half an hour, and even Xin Dayi, who lives at the other end of the compound, called: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Ah Heng, your little ash was choked by braised pork rice again? Hey, such a stupid and crying dog, just throw it away! Let's go back and give you a pure ha, crying is definitely better than this wolf-like dog cub! ”

Yan Xi wiped his tears and sharpened the kitchen knife, Lao Tzu killed you!

Ah Heng hugged Xiao Ash and smiled crookedly, but unfortunately it didn't know that he was also the protagonist of this play, and looked stupidly at the braised pork rice circling on his head. The braised pork rice is smooth, the little black eyes are dripping, disdainful: stupid dog, look at the hair, scold you!

It was already evening when they left the theater, and the two walked on the streets in early autumn, with a slight coolness.

The popcorn was not eaten, and when I held it in my hand, it also cooled down and stuck into a ball.

Yan Xi remembered something, reached into his pocket and took out his hand for a long time, and stretched out his hand, which was a white transparent marble.

"Little shrimp asked me to give it to you, and the child said that he won it after fighting for a long time at school."

Ah Heng pinched the marbles: "Why don't you give it to me personally?" ”

Yan Xi put his hands behind the back of his head: "It's not that I'm afraid that you will scold him for being playful and not studying hard." ”

Ah Heng carefully folded his hands and smiled: "When have I ever scolded him?" This is really wrongful. ”

"Grandpa He's health, recently, has not been very good." Yan Xi changed the subject, his tone a little stiff.

Ah Heng was silent, this, she also knew. When Grandpa He set up a stall recently, he always coughed badly, every time she went to the neighborhood to buy vegetables, she greeted her from afar, and she could always see the old man's expression in pain, but she couldn't bear to cough and greet her.

"If only it weren't shrimp." Ah Heng's tone was a little lonely.

Yan Xi glanced at her: "What? ”

"The shrimp are so small. If it were me, I would have been able to hold on to that home. She sighed, not without regrets.

"Forgive me for interrupting Miss Wen, you seem to be only a year and a half older than He Xia." Yan Xi sneered.

Ah Heng has a good temper and looks at him lightly, where does this anger come from......

"Yan Xi, in case Grandpa He ......" Ah Heng couldn't help but think about the worst, although Grandpa He usually has a tough body, but at the age when the oil is exhausted, there is no room for a little difference......

Yan Xi smiled: "That's what I'm going to say." Ah Heng, if you add an extra pair of chopsticks to your home in the future, will you feel very hard? ”

Ah Heng was a little stupid, Yan Xi's words kept circling in his head, and in the end, there were only two words in his mind - home.

Oh, is it the place where Yan Xi's house is, and is it also Ah Heng's home? Has it come to ask for her opinion with the attitude of asking a family member?

"Yanxi, who am I, who am I......" she asked him, her staccato voice, and her eyes were accidentally red.

This sentence is not funny at all, she can no longer smile as lonely as she looks at her mother and Er'er, she can only be so nervous that her hands and feet have nowhere to put her hands and feet.

Yan Xi sighed, stretched out his hands, and hugged them tightly.

"Who are you? Let me think about it, Yun Heng who can't go back to the past, Wen Heng who can't go to the future, Ah Heng who only has Yan Xi left by his side, I don't know when he will go crazy and abandon all Yan Xi's relatives, which one do you want to choose? ”

Ah Heng, when I stopped calling you Wen Heng a long time ago, and only pronounced you Ah Heng, which one do you choose?

Ah Heng, when I deliberately called your daughter and kept talking about our Ah Heng, which one did you choose?

I often compare, which one is more beautiful? Which one makes you feel like you can no longer afford all the adults? Which one makes you feel like a kid to be fooled with? Which one can make my Ah Heng happier?

I often feel that I am narrow-minded, too cynical, and that the world has treated me too unfairly. However, you suppressed my hatred, all the time, so hard. I'm wondering what better way to repay you for what you lack the most......