When Siwan and Si'er returned to Wen's house, Ah Heng was already asleep. She thought she would lose sleep, but that day was the day she came to Wen's house and slept most peacefully.

No dreams, no worries, no fears.

Probably the effect of Christmas Eve, peace and security.

Early in the morning, she was the first to get up. When I went downstairs, Sister-in-law Zhang was still working hard to make breakfast, and the kitchen was very warm, wafting with the sweet fragrance of white porridge.

Ah Heng took a breath of aroma, and the familiar tune of Sister-in-law Zhang humming "Shajiabang" came to his ears. She smiled, it seems that Si'er also came back with Siwan, otherwise, Sister-in-law Zhang would not be so happy.

The doorbell jingled.

As soon as Sister-in-law Zhang entered the kitchen, she was basically in a state of not disturbing, and she would not hear the doorbell.

Ah Heng trotted to open the door, it was the postman.

Someone sent a greeting card, and the recipient was: Yun Heng.

No matter how simple the card, the rough paper, the rough printing, the style of the small town, the warmth is terrible.

One stroke at a time, clean and careful.

Yun Zai's words have always been poorly written. He has been in the hospital bed all the year round, and he can't practice calligraphy for a few days, even when he goes to school, he just listens.

The words in front of him, Evian's illness, are only barely written so profoundly. Fortunately, unlike Ah Heng - he is very smart.

"Yun Heng, I hate you very much."

She blinked her reddened eyes and her nose was sour.

"But I can't afford to miss it."

Closing the card, tears flowed out.

It was such a coincidence, thousands of mountains and rivers, that the card was delivered to her at Christmas, but it was printed: Happy New Year.

Whose scene did it respond to, and whose mood did it respond?

She's here, and she's as rustic and stupid as she is. I don't know about foreign festivals, but I estimated the time, and sent it a long time ago, hoping that before the start of 1999, the sister who was stubbornly written by him as "Yun Heng" could receive his New Year's wishes.

A card, Wushui to City B, how much dust and drizzle has it experienced, and the dream of heavy snow clouds has become so precious?

There is a young man, lingering on the sickbed, closing his eyes and thinking, how long will it take to become these two lines!

When Siwan pulled Si'er's men downstairs, Ah Heng was eating breakfast, with his head bowed and silent. His heart was a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to say.

"Ah Heng." Si'er whispered a little timidly, she was deliberately currying favor with Ah Heng.

Siwan felt sorry for Si'er, and the corners of his mouth were a little bitter.

Ah Heng raised his head, looked at the girl's fair and small face, smiled slightly, and nodded: "Si'er, have breakfast." ”

Siwan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Siguan, eat too." Ah Heng bent his eyebrows, his face was calm and gentle.

Siwan remembered what he had said in the church, when he was hot-headed, and in order to appease Si'er, he subconsciously hurt Ah Heng.

Thankfully, she couldn't hear it.

It's just that when he came back, the peeled apple on the desk caught him off guard and made him feel more and more guilty.

"Ah Heng, I ate yesterday's apple." Siwan blurted out.

Ah Heng smiled, nodded, picked up the schoolbag behind him, and said softly: "I'm on duty today, go first." ”

Siwan wanted to say something, but his mouth opened and closed, giving birth to a sense of powerlessness.

In the second semester of the first year of high school, Ah Heng made a splash in the first final exam he transferred, winning the third place in the grade and the second place in the class.

What is the concept of being in the top three grades in Xilin's exam, and fools know that B didn't run. As for Siguan, he was fifth in his grade as usual, and he never moved his position from the first to the second year of high school.

The whole Wen family was taken aback by Ah Heng's good results. However, in the end, I rejoiced. Who is not happy to have such a competitive child in the family? Besides, it's still a stupid kid who was basically stamped with a "waste wood" stamp before.

Wen Lao smiled from ear to ear, praised everyone he met, looked at his granddaughter, how pleasing to the eye; Mother Wen will also take Ah Heng to City B during the winter vacation to buy some snacks and clothes, which can be regarded as a reward; Although Siguan was surprised, he understood when he thought of Ah Heng's usual study and hard work.

Si'er has been living in the Wen family since Christmas, and Wen Lao has been vague and has not expressed his position, and Wen's mother and Siwan are happy to pretend to be confused.

It's just that Ah Heng is a little embarrassed, her room was originally Si'er's, Si'er is back, will she move or not?

Si'er has been in poor health since she was a child, she slept in a temporarily cleaned room, and soon became ill because the indoor air humidity was not enough, the heating intensity was poor. I was sent to the hospital for a few injections, and before I came back, the doctor told me to recuperate.

Then, Siwan wandered around outside Ah Heng's room for nearly half an hour.

Ah Heng knew that there was someone outside the door early in the morning, and he was even more sure that it was Siguan when he heard the footsteps. After waiting for a long time, before he knocked on the door, Ah Heng opened the door.

Siguan stopped, coughed lightly, and walked in front of her: "Ah Heng, you live in this room, are you still used to it?" The young man carefully worded, and his eyebrows furrowed as he looked casually.

"The room, too big, not used to it." Heng smiled and shook his head.

"That'...... I'll give you a smaller room, will you? Siwan licked his dry lips and asked cautiously.

"Okay." Ah Heng laughed.

Siwan's eyes lit up, he sighed, and his dimples filled the aged wine.

"Si'er, when, will you be back?" Her voice was glutinous, and although her lips were thin, her smile was not harsh.

"This afternoon." Siwan opened his mouth, but was shocked to realize that he had said the wrong thing.

"Now, can you move?" Ah Heng pushed the half-hidden door completely open.

Inside, there was almost no trace of her existence, and it was still the same as when Sir was there. At the foot of the bed, two duffel bags are neatly placed.

She had everything ready, pretending to be ignorant and waiting.

Si Wan's eyes gradually became colder, all his foreshadowing, all his words, all his anxiety seemed cold and ridiculous at the moment.

He has never dared to misjudge Ah Heng's clumsiness or intelligence like his family, but obviously, she is more intelligent than he imagined, and her empathy is chilling.

He lingered in front of her room for such a long time, and such guilt and worry were erased in an instant.

Siguan had anger in his heart, his face was as cold as ice, and he said lightly: "What you want, I will compensate you in the future." ”

Ah Heng was stunned, then smiled bitterly, and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Knowing that Ah Heng had moved to the guest room, Wen Lao was annoyed: "Wen Siguan, who is Ah Heng?" Tell me about it! The old man's face was hard and he looked at Siguan.

"Grandpa, don't be angry, it's me who is not good, brother he is just ......" Si'er was on the side, so anxious that he was about to cry.

"I'm not your grandfather, if you really have the heart, just call me 'Grandpa Wen'!" The old man lowered his face, did not look at Si'er, and glared at Si Wan fiercely.

Siwan's hands clenched tightly, looked at Wen Lao, and paused word by word: "Grandpa, since you are not Er'er's grandfather, naturally you are not my grandfather!" ”

Elder Wen was furious, stretched out his hand, and slapped the young man in the face.

Siwan didn't dodge, raised his face, and took it alive. In an instant, five fingerprints appeared on the boy's face.

Although Elder Wen treated his grandson harshly, he was never willing to move a finger against him, and now he beat him, angry and distressed.

"Ah Heng, she is your own sister, do you know it!" The old man's heart was extremely painful, so he took Ah Heng's hand and asked her to stand in front of him.

"Grandpa, what is Er'er?" Siwan paused, and his voice became choked.

Old Wen's voice was old and sad, he took Si'er's hand and said softly: "Good boy, our Wen family owes you." You have your good creation, don't dwell on it anymore. ”

Ah Heng looked at Si'er.

Si'er's face turned pale instantly, and he looked at Elder Wen with tears in his eyes. She laughed, opened her mouth, but before the words were spoken, tears flowed out, she grabbed Ah Heng's hand suddenly, and asked her with a crying voice: "You are me, then who am I?" ”

Ah Heng's eyes were stung by the girl's eyes, but in a blink of an eye, he saw her eyes closed, and her body fell like a dead leaf, until the whole person was lying on the floor unconsciously.

Siwan shouted, picked up Si'er and ran out.

The doctor's diagnosis was that Erer passed out because of his impatience and his previous illness. It is not difficult to recover, as long as you are no longer angry, you will recover quietly.

When Ah Heng rushed to the hospital, Siguan was sitting in the ward and looked at Si Er in his sleep in a daze.

She was outside the door, lying on the window, standing for a long time, looking at it for a long time, her feet were sore, her nose was sore, but Siwan didn't even raise her head.

Then Wen's mother also heard the news and rushed to the ward from the piano recital.

"Ah Heng, you go home first, Si'er can't see you at this time." Mom glanced at her and pushed her out the door again.

Ah Heng stood quietly in the corridor, and in her eyes were people who were tormented by illness coming and going, their eyes empty.

Return...... Home?

Where is her home......

Who used loneliness to build a labyrinth for her, so that she couldn't find her way home for so long.

She had walked for a long time, and the snow that had stopped began to fall again, lingering in her hair, until she stood again in front of the Wen family.

But this is not her home.

Ah Heng stayed for a long time, but he never had the courage to open that door.

She smiled and sat down on the steps in front of the White Building.

At this moment, it would be nice if someone could take her away, Ah Heng thought quietly and sniffed.

It's also such a snowy day, so cold...... The little match girl polishes the match and sees everything she wants, including the grandmother who loves her the most, so what will she see when she polishes the match?

Ah Heng had stubborn thoughts, unable to suppress the spreading hope of the clamor in his heart, and touched his empty pockets, but found that he did not have the props of happiness.

Matches, well, there is no evil of capitalism in a socialist society, matches are now very scarce, it is difficult to buy them with money, and it is unrealistic to pretend to be a little girl who sells matches.

So, what about the daughter of the sea? Oh, no fishtails.

So, lettuce girl? Ahem, what is lettuce?

So, Snow White? Well, she became a stepmother and fed Wen Siguan poisonous apples......

Ah Heng thought about it, he laughed, and his mood turned strangely clear.

She doesn't like to talk and looks honest, but she always secretly makes herself very bad in her heart. Such a person will probably be able to dominate the rivers and lakes for thousands of generations and be undefeated, isn't it?

"What are you laughing at?" Curious voices, pink masks.

Ah Heng looked up and saw Yan Xi again.

He was covered in pink, a pink hat, a pink jacket, pink pants, pink shoes, a pink mask, and a large pink backpack.

The pink clothes are light, the face is good, the warm color is three points, and the bright color is three points.

"Yanxi." She looked at him with warm eyes.

"Hmm." He answered.

"You're here again, save me?" She smiled, her teeth straight, and she was very shy.

He looked at her smile, something flashed in his eyes, but he shook his head, just narrowed his big black and bright eyes, and asked her, "That day, what you said is still a word?" ”

"What?" Ah Heng is inexplicable.

"Let me take you there." The young man's long, slender fingers were inserted into his pockets and he spoke.

"You want to take me away?" Ah Heng asked him cautiously, and he didn't dare to come out.

The boy nodded, a strand of black hair hanging from his pink velvet hat.

Ah Heng was very moved, looking at the young man, his eyes were shining.

"Help me with my luggage." The young man took off the pink backpack from his shoulder, hung it on Ah Heng, rubbed his arm, shook his head, and said softly, "I'm tired of Lao Tzu." ”

Ah Heng let out an "oh", and his heart turned into black lines full of emotion.