Since the little bird called "Braised Pork Rice" was taken away by Yan Xi, Ah Heng and Siwan have gotten along much easier. Occasionally, Siwan would rub her long hair, make jokes, and smile gently.

This is...... How does my brother feel?

Ah Heng is not sure, but this uncertainty is really intimate, so she doesn't want to care about it anymore. It's tiring to drill the tip of the horns.

She wants to live seriously, live decently, give slowly, and slowly get something in return.

It's an ambition, a trembling ambition.

The days flowed like flowing water, flowing through the river called Time. The autumn leaves have fallen, and winter is greeted with a gloomy attitude.

No one ever spoke to her in front of her again, and the Wen family reached a tacit understanding, they were trying to accept Ah Heng. But Ah Heng felt that they were forbearing, and it was very hard to endure, and they would break out one day.

So, before the balloon called "Err" exploded, she could only wait calmly, waiting for some precious turn or joy in life.

Erer is an objective existence, but Wen Heng is a subjective name.

Objective subjectivity, dialectical materialism, this is what the political teacher taught her.

Of course, studying and going to school is tiring, which is a truth that cannot be denied by both objective and subjective subjects.

It's just a freshman in high school, and the teachers of each subject are snatching their renminbi with red eyes like cockfighting, who said it, time is money.

Although Ah Heng will not complain, when he hears the teacher endlessly "talk for two more minutes" between classes, he will also feel very, very hungry and cooing.

At the end of class, everyone rushed to the commissary together.

"Damn! Lao Tzu took the wrong bread! Strawberries, I'm going to get tired of people! Sindayi rubbed a bird's nest and screamed, and the stairs trembled.

"Xiao Chang, change with Lao Tzu, I only eat meat floss!" He smiled and leaned over to a skinny young man.

Ah Heng muffled and laughed.

The boy who was called a small change by Xin Dayi is called Wei Xu, who is clear and delicate, has a small voice, and loves to dance with girls and kick shuttlecocks. Classmate Xin was idle and had nothing to do, so he gave him the nickname - Little Pervert, referred to as "Little Change".

Although Wei Xu's personality is soft and weak, he is like a very girl, but after all, he is a boy, and when he heard the voice of the culprit Xindayi, his face turned blue, and he snorted, swayed his willow waist, and left with the meat floss bread.

"Yo yo, auntie, annoyed Xiao Chang, be careful that he takes all the girls to crusade against you today!" The other boys next to him were smiling.

"Get out! Who is afraid of those girls! Xin Dayi pursed his lips, not caring indifferently, "Which of you has meat floss bread, exchange it with Lao Tzu!" ”

The boys didn't like to eat sweets, so they listened to him and scattered like birds and beasts.

Ah Heng looked at the meat floss bread in his hand, hesitated for a moment, ran to his side, smiled and stretched out the bread in his hand, and said to Xin Dayi: "Change!" ”

The young man's eyes were very bright in the messy hair, but when he saw Ah Heng, his eyes became a little complicated, he grabbed the strawberry bread in his hand, and said a little awkwardly: "I'm not hungry!" ”

Immediately, in a beautiful parabola, he threw the strawberry bread into the garbage can, and then turned away.

Ah Heng was a little stunned, looked at the lonely bread in the trash can, sighed, picked it up, patted the dust on it, and whispered in Wu Yin: "A piece of five one." ”

"Ah Heng?" Some doubtful voices.

Ah Heng turned around and saw Siguan, although he knew that he didn't understand Wushui dialect very well, he was still a little embarrassed.

"You bought two loaves of bread? Just right, give me one, I'm starving! The young man smiled and stretched out his hand, his hands were clean and slender, he looked at Ah Heng, and complained softly, "The student union has a meeting today, and I am busy until now." I was a little hungry just now, so I went to the commissary, and the bread was already sold. ”

Ah Heng was a little moved, and handed the meat floss bread in his hand to Siguan.

"I want to eat strawberries." The dimples at the corners of Siwan's mouth were very eye-catching, and the girls who came and went up the stairs blushed and heartbeat when they saw it.

Ah Heng smiled and shook his head: "It's dirty." ”

Siguan smiled and said he didn't mind, but Ah Heng turned his back and smiled brightly.

Holding the strawberry bread, she went to the corridor on the floor where the classroom was located, opened the paper bag, and took a small bite.

Ah Heng couldn't tell the difference between strawberry bread and meat floss bread, but she felt that the sweetness of strawberry jam overshadowed the sourness, and it was not the taste of strawberries she had tasted, but it was called strawberry bread and it was really strange.

Still, it's delicious.

On the day of the beginning of winter, it rained. Sister-in-law Zhang told her to go to Yan's house after school, saying that it was Old Man Yan who invited the Wen family to eat dumplings.

Old man Yan is an old friend of Grandpa Heng, and a good brother who has been on the battlefield together and shed blood for life and death. In the past, when the two were not in power, one was the head of the regiment, the other was the political commissar, one was martial and one literate, and he was good enough to wear a pair of pants. Originally, he wanted to be a family member of his children, but as a result, those who gave birth were all with children, so he gave up.

Siguan originally said that he was going to go with Ah Heng after school, but he was stumped by the student union. Ah Heng waited outside the office for half an hour, and Siguan didn't want to go, so he pretended to be public and private, said that something was wrong, and walked out with the umbrella stored in the office.

"Is it cold?" Siwan asked Ah Heng with an umbrella, and his starry eyes were gentle.

Ah Heng put on his hat and shook his head.

The two walked quietly under the umbrella, one left and one right, an arm's length apart.

The winter wind is a bit biting, the rain has been falling, the small alleys that have been in disrepair are a little difficult to walk, and the feet are full of thin mud.

The two of them walked around hiding in the mud, but they didn't want to come to anything, and they were splashed with mud by the office workers who passed by on bicycles.

The boy and girl took out their handkerchiefs, and they were in a hurry, taking care of one thing and losing the other, and most of them were soaked by the rain.

"Run!" Siwan smiled, "Anyway, the clothes are wet." ”

Ah Heng grew up in a water town, and when he was a child, he was naughty, fishing in the water, touching fish, and having plum yellow when the rain accompanied him in his youth, so he was not used to playing umbrellas. Now, Siguan's proposal was in line with her wishes, nodded to Siguan, and rushed into the rain.

Ah Heng trotted in the rain, but felt that the rain here and Wushui Town were completely different.

The gentle staining clothes in the distance, the hardness in front of the eyes.

Two different feelings, heaven and earth, evoke the heartstrings called homesickness in my heart.

Siguan walked slowly in the rain, quietly and gently looking at Ah Heng's back.

There were silky raindrops sliding across his face, his eyes were wet with the rain, and the old film of his memories blurred in the rain and then became clear.

He's seen it, scene by scene, black and white movies. There was a girl who mischievously threw the umbrella in his hand, held his hand, and ran through the rain. He was accustomed to running behind the girl reluctantly, to having a pair of small hands in his hands, to watching the girl grow taller than ever in the rain, to calling her "Erer".

His Er'er, that piece of laughter in the winter rain, but it is like a swallow whispering in the April sky of the world.

He is Erer's elder brother, who once thought he was his own brother, but inexplicably overnight, he and his dearest sister became strangers.

Sometimes, he annoyed his grandfather. Since he knew the truth and knew that Erer was not his own sister, why did he indulge them so closely? It was up to them to mix the blood into each other's bodies that they told him that the person closest to him had nothing to do with him.

Ah Heng in front of him waved his hand and smiled at him, but he couldn't smile at her, and he couldn't even pretend.

The April fragrance in the world has long been gone, and a bouquet of peach blossoms is quietly blooming, but it is not as bright as it used to be.

After returning home, the house was empty, and Grandpa Wen left a note, saying that he would go to Yan's house first and ask them to arrive as soon as possible after school.

Ah Heng and Siguan hurriedly changed their wet clothes and left the house.

By this time, the rain had stopped.

"Yan family, where is it?" Ah Heng was curious.

"You've seen it." Siwan smiled, and led Ah Heng around the garden, along the winding stone road, to the white western-style building behind the towering trees.

"Here, this is the Yan Xi family." Siwan smiled teasingly, and pointed at the western-style building with his slender finger.

"Coincidentally, Grandpa Yan, surnamed Yan." Ah Heng was stunned.

Siwan is not as good as his usual demeanor, laughing, and his eyes are bright.

Where is the coincidence? Grandpa Yan doesn't have the surname Yan, do you still have to follow their surname Wen?

"Wen Laosan, your little girl is interesting!" Hearty laughter, a loud voice, deafening.

Ah Heng fixed his eyes, only to find that the door had been opened, and Yan Xi and a group of adults were standing, and their faces suddenly turned red.

Grandpa looked at her, smiling, on the left stood Mother Wen, on the right was a very burly and tall old man, slightly fat, gray hair, thick eyebrows, bright eyes, not angry and arrogant.

Yan Xi's beauty is amazing, and the old man's appearance is very different, but the look in his eyes is very similar to him, the same pride, the same spirit.

"Hello Grandpa Yan." Siwan bowed politely and stood beside Yan Xi with a grin, and the two teenagers began to mumble.

"Ah Heng, say hello, this is your grandfather." Mother Wen looked at Ah Heng with a rare smile on her face, thinking that she was also amused by her daughter.

Since Ah Heng came to the Wen family, today is the first time that Wen's mother has looked at her daughter.

She is a long-term woman, and since she can't get back the love she has for her adopted daughter, she will continue to love. As for the girl in front of her, her heart trembled slightly, but she didn't dare to get close.

"Grandpa Yan." Ah Heng's Mandarin is still hopelessly stupid, but his bent posture is well-behaved.

"Ah Heng, Wen Heng, good! Good name! The old man smiled, looked at Ah Heng, and felt more pity. What happened back then was single-handedly facilitated by him, and he was full of guilt and distress for this girl.

"Yan Shuai, tell me, what's so good about this name?" Grandpa Wen smiled.

"Good is good, I say good!" Yan Shuai glanced at Wen Lao, his thick eyebrows furrowed, with a slight childishness.

"There is no Heaven and Earth King Law!" Elder Wen scoffed.

"San'er, don't give me all these twists and turns. Lao Tzu is a rough man, he has carried a gun all his life, but he has never carried a pen! Yan Shuai's eyes widened, and his tone was vulgar.

"Heng, take a sentence in the book "Han Feizi Yang Quan" 'Heng is different from weight'. The world is thousands, turbulent ups and downs, right and wrong, taking the light and the heavy, all relying on a scale. My little girl is a person of balance. Elder Wen looked at his granddaughter, his eyes shining with wisdom.

Yan Shuai laughed heartily: "San'er, you are an old fan, who compares your own girl to a scale?" ”

Elder Wen shook his head and sighed.

Ah Heng's eyes lit up.

When he was young, his adoptive father named him "Heng", which means perseverance, and his younger brother's name "in", which happens to be "Heng in", is to hope that the two of them will live a long life and be happy. It was only later, when the household registration was registered, the household registration police made a mistake, so the word "Heng" was used, but it was not as Wen Lao said, borrowing the name of the ancient book.

However, these carved gentle words almost made her fold all the grievances in her heart, and even looked at her grandfather's eyes with joy.

"Old man, when will you eat dumplings, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!" Yan Xi listened to the adults before and didn't interject, but at this time, he was free, and his big eyes looked at Yan Shuai, who looked very well-behaved, but his words were very unwell-behaved.

"Grandma, a bear! What are you calling me?! Yan Shuai was annoyed, the foul language jumped out, bent down and took off the cotton slippers, and was about to smoke the boy.

The young man cleverly hid behind Mother Wen, grimacing at Yan Shuai, sticking out his tongue, and looking innocent.

Ah Heng looked at his unusual arrogant and empty-eyed appearance, and laughed quietly.

"Look, my sister is laughing at you, I'm really ignorant!" Mother Wen smiled and patted the young man's slender hand, and turned her eyes to look at Yan Shuai, "Uncle Yan, don't worry, Xiaoxi is a child's temper, a little naughty, are you really willing to beat him?" ”

"For your sister's sake, I spared you today!" Yan Shuai's eyes widened.

"As the old saying goes, you will be majestic!" Wen Lao scolded with a smile.

Lao Yan spoils his grandson, and he is famous among their gang of old guys.

Yan Xi was skinny when he was a child, he was so annoyed that he raised his hand to beat someone. But before the slap was round, the child cried like a wolf, crying and singing "Little cabbage, yellow in the ground, no father at the age of three, no mother at the age of five......" The neighbors wiped their tears together, pointed to Lao Yan's nose and scolded him for being ruthless, the child grew up like this, basically Lao Yan's family burned high incense, there are three long and two short, how can you be worthy of the eight generations of your ancestors!

Lao Yan looked at the child's big eyes with tears and flickering, and the more he looked at it, the more fluttering he became, and he opened his mouth and said: "That's it, don't look at whose grandson, which child is as good-looking as my grandson?" The old Wen family, the old Lu family, and the old Xin family are all added together to see it! ”

Who knows, when this word spread, Lao Xin was not happy. The chiefs always like to compare the two, and the two people don't like each other, and the greater the rank, the more beams. Marrying a daughter-in-law is even more important than having children, and having grandchildren.

Lao Xin hugged his grandson Xin Dayi and found Lao Yan to theorize: "Your grandmother is a bear!" Why do you say that my family is not as good-looking as your family! You look at your family Yanxi, that small mouth, can't suck noodles, like a girl, no idea manly! You really have the face to say, I'm ashamed of you! ”

Lao Yan slapped his hand and was also annoyed: "Your grandma's grandma is a bear!" Your Sindayi looks good? It's a mess of hair, and those who don't know think you're hugging a monkey! Monkey cub is monkey cub, still a dumb baby, I'm embarrassed to talk about you as a friend! ”

At that time, Dayi was almost three years old and could not speak. As far as Xi is concerned, when he is two years old, he will be all over the street "Uncle is handsome, aunt is beautiful" to cheat candy and eat; When he was three years old, the treble was basically close to the level of a soprano, although none of them were in tune.

This deeply stung Lao Xin's weak old heart, and he hugged Xin Dayi every day and scolded the ancestors and grandchildren of the Yan family, and Xin Dayi listened to it with relish.

Finally, when Xin Dayi was three years old, three months and three days old, he opened his mouth, and the first thing he said was: "Yanxi, your grandmother is a bear!" ”

One sentence made the whole hospital laugh for months.

Yanxi Doll's young self-esteem was hurt, and she caught Xin Dayi all over the yard, caught and scolded: "Xin Dayi, your father is a bear, your mother is a bear, your grandfather is a bear, your grandmother is a bear, your whole family is a bear, and you are a black blind bear!" ”

As a result, it has become a classic and has been sung for a long time.

Yan Xi, this child, is lawless, and he will be rewarded for urinating since he was a child. If others bully him for one point, he must ask others for ten points, even if he loses one point today, he will definitely make up for it in the future.

For this reason, Wen Lao didn't like Yan Xi, but looking at the face of his old friend, he still treated him as his own child. What he was most worried about was that Siguan and Yan Xi got too close and were taught bad by Yan Xi.

"It's still my aunt who loves me." At this time, Yan Xi knelt on one knee exaggeratedly and affectionately like a stage play, grabbed Mother Wen's hand, her red lips were flying, and she smiled malily, "Auntie, are you so good to me, do you like me?" Oops, I'm embarrassed. Then Auntie, you just dump Uncle Wen and marry me instead, ah! ”

"What an old child, it's not serious at all, let your Uncle Wen hear it, wait for him to whip you again!" Mother Wen laughed and laughed, pointed at the young man's fair forehead, and spoke in a gentle and affectionate tone.

"He's not there!" Yan Xi didn't care, his beautiful eyes became more and more narrow, and he looked at Siguan.

Siwan couldn't cry or laugh. Yan Xi is only half a year older than himself, and when he was a child, he clamored to call him brother, but he refused, I don't know how many times he was beaten by Yan Xiaobawang.

In the end, Yan Xiaobawang said cruelly: "If you don't call Lao Tzu brother, Lao Tzu is not rare!" When I marry Aunt Yunyi, let you call me Dad! ”

So, he Xiao wanted to be Siguan's stepfather, and Xiao thought about it for more than ten years.

Ah Heng moved his lips and looked at Yan Xi blankly, dumbfounded. Why does this person have a face every day? It's so indefinite!

"Stinky boy, stop making trouble!" Yan Shuai's face was flushed with anger, and he carried the collar of Yan Xi's red sweater to Ah Heng, gritting his teeth, "Tell me your sister Ah Heng, what is your name?" ”

Yan Shuai didn't know that Ah Heng and Yan Xi had several relationships.

Yan Xi's "Yan", Yan Xi's "Xi". These two words have been engraved in my heart, and I am sincerely afraid, and I will never forget them.

"Yanxi." He looked at her lightly, with dark eyes and black hair, and flowers on his lips.

"Balance." She smiled, her eyebrows clear, and her words harmless.

At that time, she finally had a firm name to call his name.

At that time, he and her experienced several unintentional encounters, and finally met.

She didn't expect this, he didn't bother.

One fifteen, one seventeen, just as young.

Precisely, a narrow road encounter, a good show.