Ah Heng has thought about a thousand scenes of seeing his loved ones, which are nothing more than sour noses, tears, and mixed feelings, just like the Huangmei opera that his mother loved to watch at home, which is heartfelt and touching; Maybe it's embarrassing and unaccustomed, but they're cautious with each other, and they can't get rid of the alienation for the time being because of the distance of time.

I thought about everything, but none of them were as real as the scene in front of me. And this reality is true because it rejects all assumptions.

"Siwan, what's the matter with you?" The majestic old man slowly swept his gaze from Ah Heng, and fixed on the young man who was covered with water stains like a chicken in soup.

"Grandpa, Yan Xi and I were having a fun time just now, and I accidentally ......" Siguan didn't mind, and smiled easily.

The old man bowed slightly, and then turned his gaze to Ah Heng.

Ah Heng's heart was beating fast, and he felt as if time had stopped at this moment. The old man known as "Grandpa" stared, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

"What was your name before?"

"Cloud, balance." Ah Heng grew up in the south since he was a child, and although he has learned Mandarin, he is very awkward to speak. Therefore, word by word, it seems clumsy.

"According to Siguan's generation, when your mother had you, I gave you a name, called Si'er, but this name was occupied. You still follow the original name, and you will be called Wen Heng in the future. The old man groaned, looked at his granddaughter in front of him, and spoke after a while.

Occupied? Ah Heng was a little confused, his eyes unconsciously looked at Siguan carefully, and finally froze on his hand. The young man's fingers swelled with distinct veins, and the water droplets on the cuffs slipped down the back of his hand.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, take Wen Heng to rest." The old man told the middle-aged woman standing aside, and then looked at Siguan, "Go and clean up." Such an adult, it's not like words. ”

The love is deep, and the responsibility is keen.

When Ah Heng followed Sister-in-law Zhang to the curved wooden staircase, he remembered the way the old man taught Siguan, and this sentence flashed through his mind.

When she was very young, her adoptive father told her that family affection cannot be calculated by addition or subtraction, that is, it is given completely without expecting anything in return, and if there is none, it is zero, and there is no zone in between.

What about love, so it will be indifference?

Positive and negative comparisons, even the teachers in the town, have also taught.

"Here it is." Sister-in-law Zhang walked to the corner of the second floor and opened the bedroom door.

"Thank you." Ah Heng's voice is gentle, and his glutinous Mandarin tone with Wu Yin is a little funny.

Sister-in-law Zhang's face was unnatural, she looked at Ah Heng for a long time, and finally sighed and turned to leave.

Ah Heng dragged the suitcase into the bedroom, but he was confused for a moment.

The warm blue of the eyes, the delicate and warm design, everywhere reveals the breath of life. Delicate blue shell wind chimes, soft enough to fill four of her queen beds, revealing a warm futon.

Have you ever lived here before? As if intruding into someone else's private space, Ah Heng was a little overwhelmed, put down his suitcase in embarrassment, and sat gently on the swivel chair next to the glass round table.

Fang looked down and saw several delicate straw dolls staggering from side to side on the round table. There is a grandpa with gray hair and a beard, a grandmother with crooked eyebrows and a smiling grandmother wearing a cross pendant, a very spirited father wearing a navy uniform and a cigarette in his mouth, a gentle mother with a beautiful bun, and a boy with big eyes and deep dimples on his eyebrows. This is...... Is the Wen family a family?

Ah Heng looked at those dolls in a cute manner, and his nervous mood was strangely relaxed. She reached out and carefully stroked their outlines with her fingertips.

"Don't touch Er's things!"

Ah Heng was startled, his hands trembled, and in an instant, the doll fell on the carpet. She turned around and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of her, her nose strangely sour.

When she was a child, she knew that she didn't look like her father, mother, and younger brother Yunzai. She asked her mother, "Grandma, why don't I look like you?" ”

"Ah Heng looks good like this." The mother looked at her lovingly and smiled, "The distant mountain eyebrows are more expensive than the willow leaf eyebrows. ”

Mica has typical willow eyebrows, and the delicate style of Jiangnan women; And Ah Heng has distant mountain eyebrows, his eyes are delicate and gentle, and he looks like a clear and clean landscape.

The middle-aged woman in front of her happened to have very Peugeot's distant mountain eyebrows.

Ah Heng stood up, stiffened his body, and looked at her intently, watching her walk to his side and squat down gently; Watch as she picks up the fallen doll with pity, then stands up.

She didn't ask her what her name was, she didn't ask how old she was, she didn't ask if she was good, she didn't ask anything her mother would ask, she just glanced at her shallowly, her eyes were first shining, and then gloomy, and she opened her mouth indifferently: "The things in this room, don't move around." ”

Then, depart.

Ah Heng looked at the woman's back, and suddenly, a deep inferiority complex was slowly released from the bottom of his heart. Who is she? The child wanted to crumple himself in the air and turn it into untouchable dust.

Ignoring turned out to be more cruel than abandoning.

Mom, such a gentle and soft word.

Heng's mother.

Mom, Mommy.

Ah Heng hugged his suitcase and cried almost in humiliation.

At dinner that day, as Ah Heng expected, only the grandfather of the head of the family was present. There is no father, no mother, and even Wen Siwan, who I have seen, is not there.

The old man asked her many questions, and Ah Heng was so nervous that he was incoherent until he frowned.

"I've said hello to the school, you will go to school with Siguan tomorrow, ask him if you don't understand anything."

Early in the morning, Ah Heng met the secretary who took her to City B again.

Siguan sat in the passenger seat, and Ah Heng sat in the back on the same side as Siguan.

Ah Heng came to the north for the first time since he was a child, and he felt new to everything. The overly bustling crowd, the witty Beijing dialect with a strong atmosphere of life, the towering and neat floors, and the exquisite courtyard houses in all directions...... The same city, different styles, but so wonderfully water* melting.

"Siguan, there is a traffic jam in front of you." The polite Secretary Li twisted his face and smiled at Siguan, with an inquiring tone.

"It's very close to the school, Wen Heng and I should get off first, Uncle Li?" Siwan pondered for a long time, looked at the long queue that had been blocked at the intersection for nearly twenty minutes, and replied with a polite smile.

Ah Heng carried his schoolbag and followed behind Siwan, not far away, just an arm's length.

After a long time, Ah Heng stood beside Siguan, always at arm's length, looking a little restrained.

Siwan didn't pay attention to it at first, but later found that a group of friends, only for him, Rao is a young gentleman's demeanor, and he can't help but get bored.

"Girl, I'm my brother, brother!" Siwan gently rested his hand on the top of Ah Heng's head, as if he was half-joking.

"I know." Ah Heng replied frankly.

It was because he was an older brother that he clearly remembered that he didn't like her being close to him.

Such a cautious cherishment, Siguan will not understand, just as he does not understand why he would give up Ah Heng again and again.

Siwan chose a path and passed through a narrow alley. Ah Heng lowered his head and silently remembered the way, until he walked to the exit of the street corner, and saw a busy crowd in his eyes.

Destiny is powerful because it can stand at the end and see the amazing encounters it sets for you along the way. And those chance encounters, although you often praise its irreplaceability in your heart, but looking back, it is so natural and natural, as if a piece of the puzzle is so subtle that it is almost ignored, after all, it is complete.

The second time Ah Heng saw the lifelong lover, he was sitting on a street corner, mingling in the middle of a group of old people, bowing his head and intently sipping bean juice from a porcelain bowl.

The slender white fingers held the edge of the bowl, and the black hair fell softly along the forehead, just covering the side face, revealing only the high and delicate bridge of the nose. It was clear that he could clearly see every slightly upturned hair, and the messy lines next to the first button of the dark blue school uniform jacket, but his face was completely blank.

It was seven fifty-eight a.m.

"Yanxi, you're going to be late, hurry up!" Siwan got used to it, patted him on the shoulder, and his long legs still kept moving forward.

Ah Heng looked at the young man silently, watching him lazily raise his slender finger in the direction of Siguan, but he never raised his head.

Yanxi. It seems like a girl's name.

Seeing the bean stains accidentally swept on the young man's hair, Ah Heng smiled faintly, gently took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and silently placed it on the wooden table with a layer of dirt, and then left.

The boy did not look up, and at this time he seemed to be terribly indifferent to any stranger.