When Yan Xi shook his dark circles and staggered to the living room, Ah Heng shook his head, feeling that this person was hopeless.

"Finished?" I probably didn't sleep all night, and I got into the painting.

That day he saw the rising sun, and when he got home, he enclosed himself in his room, and there was no day or night.

Yan Xi nodded, replied, and shook his head.

"What do you mean?" There was a little itch under her feet, Ah Heng lowered her head, and Xiao Ash was sleeping on her slippers. Laugh, such a small puppy, but he sleeps like an old dragon clock.

"I always feel like there's something missing." Yan Xi was thoughtful.

"Mutilations are also beautiful." Ah Heng's voice was soft and glutinous, "Venus with a broken arm, isn't it a classic?" ”

Yan Xi laughed and laughed: "Everyone can't understand "Sunflower", and they still say that it is a classic. But is Ben Shao Van Gogh? "With such great power, is it immortal to draw it casually?

Ah Heng picked up Xiao Ash and gently put it back into the nest prepared for it, a cardboard box covered with several layers of cotton wool, and said with a smile: "When Van Gogh was alive, who knew that he would be Van Gogh in the future?" ”

Yan Xi took out the pure water from the refrigerator and poured it down, and his voice faded from the nasal voice that he had just woken up: "Then, you mean, when I became a bad old man, I was still just a nameless." Most likely, you shot yourself on a snowy night because you didn't have bread to eat? ”

Ah Heng smiled: "Moreover, if you die, you may not be able to become a daughter of Yanxi." ”

"So, why keep drawing?" He pondered.

"So, did you decide not to paint?" Ah Heng pursed his lips and looked back clearly and gently.

"Nope." Yan Xi touched his nose, extremely embarrassed.

Ah Heng understood and smiled: "So, go brush your teeth, it's time for lunch." ”

How can there be so much.

The most calm ending is never hypothetical, but life.

Is there a pistol but no bread? Is there no gun ban? Or were you old then, and our republic was so rich that strange that pistols were cheaper than bread, and casual suicide with a gun was the morning news?

So, so, worrying about it for so long, no matter how great it is, no matter how sad it is, it's just an idea.

When she was tidying up Grandpa Yan's room, she found a lot of old photos.

The older ones have long been yellowed, and they are all little dolls and teenagers with big eyes and smiles like golden sunflowers. Full moon, 100 days, 1 year old, 2 year old...... Up to the age of fifteen.

Behind each one is a vigorous and powerful pen letter: My grandson Yanxi, taken at the age of ××.

Such a good-looking child, laughing so much that all the depression and dissatisfaction in this world seem to have retreated. Suddenly, the years flowing like water accompanied by the warm sunlight amazed the eyes.

It's still better to smile when I was a child. Ah Heng frowned, and these words were presented in his heart without thinking.

Strange, why is there such an extreme difference between the same person's photo and reality?

When she saw Yan Xi, when she smiled, she always raised half of the corners of her lips, and she looked indifferent and bland. Even when he plays a prank, he only adds a cunning eye. However, what will never fade away is the unclear sarcasm, which is very different from the unreserved scorn seen in today's photographs.

Is it just the age gap? However, there hasn't been much change in his face...... There was a pause in her fingers.

After that, I looked down again, but I only saw an abrupt vacancy, the pale of the plastic film.

What about his fifteen years old to this year?

For two whole years, why is it a blank?

Why did that smile, the left, the right, the flat, the happy, and the not yet sharp, disappear out of thin air......

Ah Heng thought about something, unconsciously closed the album, but accidentally fell to the ground.

When you pick it up, you touch the hard back of the album, and there is a rough grind. She fixed her gaze, and her index finger touched lightly, and there were four letters that had been deeply marked.

D-E-A-D

Dead。

Deceased.

Ah Heng turned around, and the young man was leaning against the door, smiling at her, his eyes burning.

"Ah Heng, is the rice cooked?" He asked her, pressing his left foot lightly, on top of his right.

Random behavior, but it looks a little strange.

Ah Heng squinted slightly, stared at the young man for a long time, and said gently: "It's good." ”

Casually, I put the photo album with such a shocking handwriting back on the bookshelf.

After lunch, Ah Heng received a call from home, and her grandfather asked her to go home.

Yan Xi is still enriching his "Rising Sun", a silent and quiet posture.

Ah Heng was inconvenient to disturb and left quietly. But she crept downstairs, but the door of the young man's room was closed and locked in an instant, as silently as she walked.

Obviously, there is no wind.

When he got home, he was telling jokes that made his mother and grandfather laugh. Ah Heng also smiled, standing in the hallway and gently shushing to Sister-in-law Zhang, who opened the door.

It's a pity that such a warmth was interrupted.

"Mom, guess what?" Sil spoke eloquently.

Mother Wen was curious: "How is it?" ”

"Our teacher said, 'Hey, Wensel, why haven't you seen your brother for so long?' When you look back, you must ask your parents to persuade your brother, such a good student is not in early love, don't always be with that girl in class four, what is your name Xilai......" teasing and playful tone.

Laugh.

"Grandpa, Mom, I'm back." Heng walked out with a smile and interrupted Si'er's words.

"Oh, Ah Heng is back." Mother Wen got up, the smile on the corner of her mouth was still full.

"Are you still used to it in the Yan family? Just talking about your brother and Yanxi's junior high school, Xiaoxi is good-looking and has caused a lot of trouble. ”

Ah Heng nodded, the smile on his lips was generic and meaningless.

The so-called disaster, is it because he looks better than others, or is it because it affects Siguan?

"Ah Heng, tomorrow your Aunt Lin will be the east, and invite our family to dinner. Your mom bought you a formal dress and told you to come back and try it out to see if it fits. Wen Lao smiled and spoke, pointing to the clothes in the delicate gift box on the table.

"Aunt Lin?" Ah Heng repeated, but there was no concept in his head.

Who's this?

Si'er grabbed Ah Heng's arm and explained affectionately: "It is the daughter-in-law of Grandpa Lu, Grandpa's old comrade-in-arms, Lu Liu's mother who studied in Vienna, and the aunt who loves us children the most, very gentle and gentle." ”

Very gentle, gentle...... How gentle is that? It's rare to see Sir praise a person like that.

"Is it gentler than mom?" Mother Wen pretended to be angry and looked at Si'er.

Someone burst out laughing.

Ah Heng raised his head, Siguan was going downstairs, casual and loose sportswear, refreshing and clean.

"Mom, do you still eat Aunt Lin's vinegar? To be honest......" Siwan frowned deliberately.

"How?" Mother Wen stretched out her hand, smiled and grabbed the excellent and beautiful young man in front of her, still the posture of a mother holding a child.

"Aunt Lin is much gentler than you!" Siwan squeezed his eyebrows at Si'er, and the two siblings looked at each other and smiled.

"What should I do? Ruomei is gentler than me, and her son is better looking than my son, alas, sad......" Mother Wen smiled, nodding her forehead.

At this time, Si Er put down Ah Heng's arm without hesitation, grabbed Mother Wen, and smiled coquettishly: "Aunt Lin doesn't have a daughter yet, don't you have me?" ”

Ah Heng looked at his lowered arm, a little funny.

Stupid, what are you expecting......

"Grandpa, Mom, I'm going to the supermarket to buy milk, tomorrow, what time is it, where are I going to eat?" Ah Heng picked up his clothes and looked at his watch, with a gentle and fair face, and his posture was calm and modest.

"Ah, Ah Heng, I'll go with you." Siwan looked at Ah Heng.

Ah Heng nodded and said yes with a smile.

Along the way, one after the other, there were not many words.

How long have you been a brother and sister? It's still so rusty.

"Yan Xi, these days, is painting, a masterpiece that is said to be called "Rising Sun". Go to bed at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night every day, two bags of chocolate milk before going to bed, get up at 11 o'clock, wake up with a glass of hot milk, and often listen to a song by Long Long Way To Go. Three meals a day, no meat, no joy, hair grows quickly, you have to cover your eyes. She spoke plainly, neither high nor low in tone.

"I didn't, ask that." Siwan turned his head, a little embarrassed.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I just remembered it suddenly." Heng smiled and walked through the glass revolving door of the supermarket.

She frowned, looked at the shelves for a long time, and found that the brand that Yan Xi loved to drink was sold out.

"Strawberry milk, is it okay?" Siwan picked up the same brand of pink packaged milk and handed it to Ah Heng.

"I don't know." Ah Heng spoke honestly, and she remembered the appearance of Yan Xi spitting and touting chocolate milk.

"Let's switch to another one." Siwan smiled, and must have remembered the same scene.

On Sunday, there were a lot of people, and when Siwan pulled Ah Heng out, the buttons on the cuffs were accidentally squeezed off.

"Wait a minute." Ah Heng picked up the button, turned around, and walked into the crowd.

Siwan sat on a bench outside the supermarket and waited, and when the girl came out again, she was holding the sewing kit she had just bought.

"Bring it." She held out her hand.

"What?" Siwan is inexplicable.

She gestured to his coat.

Siwan looked at the crowd flowing around, his face was a little thin, and he hesitated before taking it off for a while.

Ah Heng lowered his head, squinted his eyes, threaded the needle, his movements were familiar, his hands were plain white, and he was steady.

The half-hidden sunset, shining warmly on her hair, was clean and warm.

He looked at her for a long time, but he could no longer look at this picture. He remembered what Chen Ti said: "Siguan, you will regret it." She's a woman. ”

That was when Chen Ti knew that he tried his best to promote Ah Heng to stay in Yan's house and save the message Xi.

At that time, these words were ridiculed and treated with contempt by him. Looking at it now, my heart is struck by something one after another.

She is a woman, so he has not been able to fill the gap that he feels difficult and desperate, and in an instant, she will easily fill it.

Just because she is a woman.

And he was a man.

Therefore, he will never be able to fill in that person's shortcomings one step further; And she, as long as she relied on her instinct as a woman, could already complete that person's life, making him so embarrassed that he could not be copied.

After that, he never wore that coat again, no matter how tight and warm the stitches on the cuffs were.

When Ah Heng saw the legendary Aunt Lin, he remembered many beautiful words, but in the end, he was drowned out by the fragrance of plum that was slowly flowing in the air.

The woman was wearing a white cheongsam, a faintly rendered pale plum blossom, and a fair neck and ears were valuable diamond jewelry.

Siwan and Sier like her very much. The woman smiled at them, and it looked as if her eyes were full of bustling starlight.

"What is this? You haven't seen Lu Liu, if that kid smiles, there will be more stars! ”

Dayi pouted, but he didn't get together with Siguan and Si'er, he didn't like this woman's appearance very much.

Yan Xi was even more strange, standing there, just looking at it coldly, with an expression of disgust that she couldn't describe it.

"Xiaoxi, Auntie doesn't return to China easily, don't you hug when you see it?" The woman smiled and opened her arms generously.

Yan Xi looked at her quietly and took a step back. White canvas shoes, the left foot is gently resting on the right foot, the center of the foot and the instep are snuggled, and the eyes are faintly glowing like a lake.

It's this posture again.

There was silence all around, and everyone was a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Lin Ruomei looked at Yan Xi a little blankly.

Siwan smiled: "Aunt Lin, you don't know, Yan Xi has had a strange problem in the past two years, and he doesn't like to contact people. Even if I and Dayi are closer to him, we will lose our temper. ”

"Especially women." Yan Xi then answered lightly.

Siwan's face was a little stiff.

Lin Ruomei snorted lightly, her eyebrows and eyes were kind, and she said gently: "This is not good." If you don't contact girls, how will we Xiaoxi marry a daughter-in-law in the future? Didn't you tell your aunt when you were a child that you wanted to marry a girl who was better looking than you? ”

"Yes, yes, Xiaoxi used to say that when she was a child." Mother Wen also smiled, slowly leading the topic elsewhere.

"This is Ah Heng?" Lin Ruomei pointed at Ah Heng and said with a smile, "Yunyi, it's like when you were young, I recognized it at a glance, and you look very delicate." ”

"Hello Auntie." Ah Heng was a little restrained, but he finally didn't have to be polite and incomplete.

Lin Ruomei patted Ah Heng's hand and said to Elder Wen: "Uncle Wen, you are so blessed, you have all your grandchildren, and each one is better than the other." ”

"Haha, three of you don't have to deal with the one in your family. Ruomei, you have a son who is enough for everything. Although Wen Lao was happy in his heart, his words were smooth.

Lin Ruomei is a person who is very good at adjusting the atmosphere, and the atmosphere at the table is very harmonious.

Yan Xi kept his head down and kept eating the dishes closest to him.

Ah Heng is strange, when does Yan Xi like to eat crab roe? I used to say that it was fishy, and I didn't even take a bite. She took the ribs and put them in Yanxi's plate.

Yan Xi raised his head slightly and saw the familiar warm pork ribs. Under the crystal table, the left foot is gently removed from the instep of the right foot, and the ribs are bitten casually, never touching the nearest crab roe in front of him again.

Ah Heng pursed his lips and sighed, with a slight and faint gentleness in his helplessness.

"Ah Heng, you like to eat pork ribs very much, don't you?" Lin Ruomei smiled and looked at Ah Heng.

Ah Heng was a little embarrassed, looking at the woman, but the shy smile on her face disappeared in an instant. It's obviously gentle, but it hides a hint of ice, which makes people shudder.

Ah Heng frowned, thinking about how to answer, but outside the VIP room, there was a polite knock on the door.

Walked in a man, twenty or thirty years old, calm and capable, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and the appearance of a secretary.

"Lin Dong." He walked up to Lin Ruomei and whispered something in his ear.

At this time, there was a crisp and sharp sound, and the white porcelain spoon shattered to the ground.

Yan Xi's pupils shrank sharply, and his face instantly turned pale when he looked at the man.

Lin Ruomei cast her gaze, and the corners of her mouth were faintly smiling. When the man saw Yan Xi, he became very panicked, but his face was expressionless in the blink of an eye.

The waiter on the side cleaned up the porcelain and replaced Yan Xi with a new pair of chopsticks.

The boy lowered his head slightly, picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat.

Ah Heng stared, but found that his right hand holding chopsticks had his phalanx protruding from the paleness.

She lowered her head, and the white canvas shoes were folded again, so tight that they couldn't be separated.

The man left, Lin Ruomei sat on the main seat, continued to smile gently, continued to intertwine the cups and shadows, and continued the colorful banquet.

"Ah Heng, I've finished eating the crab roe." Yan Xi pointed to the empty dishes in front of him and smiled, so clean that his eyes could overflow sake.

Ah Heng waited quietly for his next step.

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep." He yawned, his eyes shining.

"I want to go home."

Everyone is used to the ups and downs of Yan Xi's emotions, and Mother Wen gave a few instructions, so she made an excuse to Lin Ruomei and let Yan Xi go home.

Ah Heng watched him leave quietly, wearing the fuchsia Armani jacket they had bought together for a long time.

She vaguely remembered that she preferred the black appearance he was wearing, with white and slender hands, big eyes, and noble and invincible. It's not like this one, the eyebrows and eyes are bright, the morning sun and twilight snow, bright as glass, thousands of good-looking, but it dilutes his soul.

She insisted on the appropriateness of her choice, but chose his.

Ah Heng doesn't like pork ribs at all, they are oily and greasy, but pork ribs are her best home-cooked dish. Homely, it seems that with Yanxi, there is her homely routine.

She doesn't like the so-called family banquet where such a table of dishes can eat tens of thousands of yuan, because her home is not only worth this price.

She made a sky-high price, but it was a blank check, so she had to squander her time, but no one accompanied her to squander it.

She thought wildly, but there was silence at the table, and they turned their eyes to the door that was said to be inlaid with gold and jade. She turned around and quietly put her hands on her knees, her eyebrows and eyes fluttering with dazzling fireworks.

The boy ran back, breathing heavily, his black hair wet with sweat, his slender jade hand under his purple robe against the door frame, his knuckles curving in arcs, releasing all the burden.

However, those eyes were black and white, only looking at her, trying to calm their breathing: "Ah Heng, have you eaten enough?" ”

Heng smiled, sniffed, and nodded.

"Ah Heng, do you want to go home with me?"

Ah Heng smiled, and the landscape blurred: "Ah, I know, are you going home alone, will you be afraid?" ”

Yan Xi smiled, stretched out his hand, he ran too fast just now, his breathing was still a little unsteady, and he said with helplessness and connivance: "Yes, yes, I'm alone, I'll be afraid, okay?" Sweat ran down the boy's fingertips, soaking the French carpet that was said to be of great value.

"Just know, it's so annoying, it's too annoying!" She tilted her head and giggled and jumped in joy, taking his hand.

Who is it, who secretly complains in his heart about whose childishness, willfulness, and lack of etiquette, but who is facing him, giving away his childishness without reservation?

Who has ever seen such a speech? Has anyone ever seen such a balance?

You see, they are so unsociable, wouldn't it be much better if they fended for themselves?

If you let them go, will it ...... Much better......