Since knowing that Ah Heng is Siguan's own sister, the girls in the class have begun to be embarrassed, and they will say hello when they meet, vaguely and secretly. Ah Heng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"This girl is smirking again, what are you happy about?" Sindayi scratched at the black hair on top of her head.

"Qian Minmin and I, say hello." Ah Heng curled his eyebrows.

Qian Minmin is the girl who married her.

"Stupid!" Sindayi laughed.

"Damn! You two don't have nothing to do and eat your teeth, okay? Help me get rid of this pile! Hurry up! Yan Xi shook a stack of homework books next to him and roared open.

"Yan Meiren, you always seem to have come back from the second year of high school, don't sue me for such a simple thing, you won't." Xindayi was shining brightly, and finally seized the opportunity to complain about Yanxi.

"It's not that I can't, it's that I'm too lazy to write. Hey, you little potatoes won't know about me. ”

"Who's a little potato? Yan Xi, don't rely on yourself to eat for a few more days and scare you! ”

"Young master, when I gnawed on pork ribs, you didn't have teeth yet!" Yan Xi yawned, he stayed up late last night to play games.

Ah Heng flipped through Yan Xi's homework book, smiled bitterly, and had a headache, how long did he save up his homework and not write.

"Dayi, you are physical chemistry, my political history." Ah Heng picked up four of the books in a stack of homework, divided two of them, and handed them to Xin Dayi.

"We're going to do his homework for Mao!"

"You don't write a few words for me for Mao!"

Two people jump together.

"You guys, I don't understand what you're saying." Ah Heng smiled, his black eyes were gentle and shining.

"Wen Heng, why do you cassette when it comes to a critical time?" Sindayi was in a hurry.

"Yikes! What Ben Shao just said is obviously the earth's dialect, Wen Heng, why don't you understand! Yan Xi glanced at it.

"Dare you to speak the words of other planets?" Sindayi listened to Yan Xi's words awkwardly.

"Oh, I'm from Tamama, I'm here to investigate your earth." Yan Xi grinned toothily and dazzled people's eyes.

"What kind of star is his mother's star, it's delicious or not!"

Ah Heng smiled quietly, look, look, she said, in less than two seconds, these two people went off topic.

"It's class, it's class! Sindayi, why do you talk so much! Ms. Guo, the head teacher, walked into the class and knocked on the blackboard.

"Yan Xi also said it!" Sindayi wasn't happy.

Ms. Guo was selectively deaf, but when she didn't hear it, she began to lecture.

Yan Xipi didn't smile, and kicked Xin Dayi under the table with his long legs.

Xin Dayi sighed: "I knew earlier, Lao Tzu wouldn't have been at the same table with you!" ”

"Ben Shao is not happy to share the table with you, it seems that I am on the same level as you!" Yan Xi's slender and white fingers tapped his chin, and he looked lazy.

Ah Heng turned his head to look at the two of them, tilted his head and smiled, his teeth were neat, the rice grains were average, beautiful and gentle.

"You have to charge money for watching a play!" Yan Xi smiled, stretched out a beautiful and clean hand, one finger after another, white as jade, and the knuckles were thin.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand......" Ah Heng shook his head and turned around, slowly.

"Pretending to be stupid again." Yan hoped that Ah Heng's back would be light and spoken, but the tone was familiar and bantering.

"Are you familiar with each other?" Sindayi muttered.

Yan Xi but smiled silently.

No more, no less, just happen to know.

It's not deep, it's not shallow, it's just acquaintance.

When Ah Heng asked Siguan to have dinner, he was rushing to do his homework, and when he looked at it again, it was actually English in the first year of high school.

"Yanxi's?" Ah Heng frowned.

"Hmm. Forced into me, let me finish it today. "Siwan worked hard to write.

Ah Heng stretched out his hand and pulled the homework book out of the table.

"Nope." She shook her head, her eyebrows narrowed slightly, and the clear landscape fogged.

"Huh?" Siguan looked up, not knowing why.

"You can't do that, get used to him."

Siguan hesitated: "This is what Yan Xi ordered......"

"Leave it to me." Ah Heng smiled gently, his voice glutinous and soft.

After dinner, Ah Heng went to Yan's house with his homework book.

Grandpa Yan was not at home for dinner, so she greeted Guard Li and went upstairs. knocked on the door, and when Yan Xi saw her, she was obviously surprised.

"Come in." Yan Xi bowed his head slightly and let go calmly.

Ah Heng was a little embarrassed, but when he lowered his head, he saw the pink pig's head slippers worn by the teenager, and his nervous mood ran to Java in an instant.

She walked in, but she was covered in a cold sweat.

Eyes full of pink. Pink walls, pink curtains, pink bookshelves, pink tables, big dressing mirrors, pink clothes littered all over the floor, graffiti all over the wall, Q version of the villain with simple brushes, and a scaring style.

Ah Heng was dazzled by pink, rubbed his eyes, and handed the homework book to Yan Xi.

Yan Xi raised his eyebrows: "I remember that I have already handed it over to Siguan to deal with." ”

"Do it yourself." Heng smiled.

"Not available." Yan Xi opened his mouth lightly, picked up the handle on the wooden floor, sat cross-legged on the floor and continued to play the game.

"Do it yourself." Ah Heng repeated, but his gentle tone was persistent.

"Oh, you put it in bed, and I'll talk about it when I remember." The young man nodded dispensably, his eyes were crystal clear, but he was focused on the front, and the villain on the TV screen was fighting fiercely, but his tone was already displeased.

"When, remember?" Heng continued to smile.

"I don't know." Yan Xi's face was completely cold.

"Oh." Ah Heng nodded, sat silently aside, took out a pen and began to write the political history she had promised before.

The boy's thumb tapped on the handle, vaguely sharp and sharp. He remained silent, his gaze did not move half an inch, only as if Ah Heng did not exist.

Ah Heng smiled and looked at the young man's back gently.

The teenager was dressed in a cotton T-shirt, proper and clean, with fluffy black hair, and a lock gently cocked at the top, wafting with the small fluctuations of the air, sensitive and childish. He tried to use her as air, tried to use the subtle undercurrent with her as a kind of conquest, tried to triumph on a high note.

Ah Heng knows that this is Yan Xi's mode of getting along with people. He erected a thorn, ready to subdue her without a fight.

She thought that Yan Xi did not see her at this moment as a woman who needed the demeanor of a man and a gentleman, but an enemy who invaded her territory for absurd reasons, regardless of gender, and only needed to be expelled.

However, this kind of treatment made her feel real.

At this moment, it is what Yan Xi really looks like, not gentle, not ingenious, not naughty, not deliberate, not perfunctory, not arrogant, not bland, not cold. Those are just incomplete appearances of making certain words to specific people on specific occasions. However, only a glimpse of the corner is becoming more and more fragmented.

She was fortunate to see the complete Yanxi at this juncture.

Ah Heng raised his hand and looked at his watch, and at half past seven, he buried his head in writing the question.

It's just that on the screen, the number of villain deaths is gradually becoming more frequent.

After a long time, there was a loud bang.

Ah Heng raised his eyes, Yan Xi stared at her coldly, and in the corner of the wall, there was a black handle that had been broken out.

"How long are you going to stay?" He asked her, deep in his dark eyes, mirror-like smooth and impenetrable.

"Do you remember?" Ah Heng smiled, stretched out his hand and handed over the homework book outside the language.

The corners of the young man's eyes were raised, and his eyes were full of anger, and he glared at her fiercely for a long time.

Ah Heng's eyes looked at him gently, like a clear landscape. She smiled lightly: "Yanxi, doing homework, is it so hard?" ”

The young man was stunned, eased the ice of his eyebrows, and after a while, he smiled without smiling: "Wen Heng, for such a big thing, are you worth it?" ”

It's you who gets angry, it's you who makes trouble, and it's you who throws things.

Ah Heng sighed, feeling that he had been wronged.

"Got it, I'll write it, you go." Yan Xi hung her head and leaned against the side of the bed, and spoke lightly.

"Oh." Ah Heng nodded and got up, his knees a little numb.

She closed the door and went downstairs.

Guard Li sat in a rocking chair on the balcony listening to the radio, fell asleep, and his slight snoring was very clear in the quiet and empty living room.

Under the shadow of the setting sun, the room was silent, and the sound of a wall clock was ticking.

The Wen family, although not prosperous, is much warmer than here. Ah Heng thought so, raised his head, and saw the photos hanging on the wall again. Frame by frame, brilliant color, the moment of capture, the warmth is incomparable.

However, the beauty remained, and in the silent air it was cold, a little warm, and a little lonely.

Ah Heng's heart felt like it had been scratched by a cat's paw for a moment, and it began to ache with his heartbeat.

She remembered the past stories that Yan Xi had told when she was sick, such a weak voice, so mocking and sad.

She remembered Yan Xi's smile when he held the cake and handed it to her, and he said to her, "Wen Heng, Mother Yun asked me to buy it for you." She asked me to say 'Happy Birthday' to you. The tone was envious to jealousy.

He is afraid that others will break the loneliness he has, because loneliness is a very powerful armor, and only when he carries a strong armor is he completely powerful.

She never expected that she would be able to see this young man to such a point, but the blessing of this moment was really beyond the original dullness of her heart.

In the past, when looking at Yan Xi, when it was vague, it was vaguely curious and beautiful; Now, it is clear, but it is fear and pity.

She was afraid that this pity would slowly become clear over time, advancing into the bone marrow.

But after looking at those photos for a long time, I finally paused.

Yan Xi saw Ah Heng again, and it was only half an hour later, when he finished his English homework in art.

"You're not leaving?" He was stunned, his slender fingers slowly turning the pen.

"Are you hungry?" Ah Heng asked indifferently, holding a bowl of steaming noodles in her hand, fragrant.

"Pork rib noodles?" The boy took a breath and probed gently.

"In the kitchen, there were ribs, noodles, just happening. So, it was done. Ah Heng explained a little uncomfortably.

So, are you going to eat?

Yan Xi's face was full of suspicion, his big eyes were clear and vigilant: "Ah, I know, you must have been poisoned!" ”

"Well, poisoned. If you don't eat it, I'll feed you braised pork rice. Heng smiled and walked to the window.

The little parrot was lazily basking in the moon, and when she saw her, she fluttered her wings and circled around the bowl, her little eyes were shining, and she shouted as she turned: "Braised pork and braised pork!" ”

Yan Xi smiled: "Why are you so careful, didn't it just catch you?" Immediately, he flicked the bird's skull. The little thing went around too fast, and the inertia caused it, and it hit the window.

He snatched the bowl from her hand, the back of his hand was slightly against his lips, his dark and bright eyes, and his smile was a little more innocent. The black head was buried in the fine porcelain bowl, and he ate sweetly, reminding Ah Heng of the pretty little piglet on the boy's lunch box.

While Yan Xi was eating, Ah Heng picked up the gamepad from the corner, sat cross-legged on the floor, held a screwdriver, and focused on the work at hand, tapping and tapping.

"What are you doing?" Yan Xi sucked and sucked.

"Oh, this, fix it." Ah Heng didn't look up, and gently turned the screwdriver.

"Will you?" Keep sucking and sucking.

"Give it a try." Ah Heng laughed.

"If you try it bad, will you pay for it?" The boy asked reasonably.

"It's broken." Ah Heng smiled and reminded him.

"If it weren't for you, would I have fallen? This handle, but I worked hard to get it back from my aunt's house, young master. The boy made an impassioned statement.

"Already, it's fixed." Ah Heng smiled, pursed his thin lips, tightened the screws, and gently handed the handle to the young man.

Yan Xi took it and shook it, there was no loose noise, knowing that it was repaired, he remembered something, and put the handle to his ear and listened, looking focused.

"You, what are you listening to?" Ah Heng was curious.

Yan Xi smiled, narrowed his dark eyes, sighed for a long time, and carried the old man's infinite sunset longing: "A long, long time, a long, long time, it's been a long time, legend has it that there is a great god living in every game controller." If the player chats with him every day, he will lead us to the victory of the game. ”

Ah Heng was dumbfounded: "Immortal, is there really one?" ”

Suddenly, a cold gamepad gently covered her forehead, and Ah Heng raised his head.

"Yes, yes, he complained to me, saying that you were rude just now, and he hates you."

Ah Heng sniffed, grabbed the handle attached to his forehead, and was aggrieved: "No, no rudeness." ”

"Yes, you have!" Yan Xi squinted, "The great god said, you not only knocked him, but also screwed him." He'll take revenge on you. ”

"What will happen to him, revenge?" Guilty.

"Oh, I'll send a little ghost to appear next to your bed in the middle of the night and tell you ghost stories, what kind of rural old corpses curse in the middle of the night, paint skin and eat people, vampires fight, Chinese and foreign combinations run through ancient and modern times......" He gestured with his hands and feet, and his spit flew wildly.

Ah Heng was suspicious and asked in a low voice: "Great God, is it Chinese, or is it foreign?" ”

Yan Xi rubbed his chin with his index finger, and when he heard Ah Heng's words, he pounded the pillow and smiled: "I thought you were pretending to be stupid on weekdays, but it seems that Ben Shao overestimated you." ”

It's obviously a child who pretends to understand stupidly.