"Where's the beauty?!" Yan Xi threw up on the dockyard and turned the world upside down. He had a blue face, grabbed the corner of Ah Heng's clothes and died, and decided to hate her until he died, and he would not let go of the eight ancestors of the Wen family as a ghost.

Ah Heng looked at the young man's big eyes in the cold light and touched his nose.

She is innocent.

There are indeed many "beauties" on the boat, but they are not real beauties, but a kind of small black fish, which is small and fat, extremely ugly, but the taste is very delicious, and she is jokingly called "beauty" by the fisherman, so she is not lying.

However, when Yan Xi saw the "beauty" on the dinner table, like a frosted eggplant, he closed his mouth and stared at Wen Heng with beautiful big eyes.

"Little sister, let your brother taste the fish, I just caught it, it's fresh." The boat was supported by an old fisherman, dark-skinned and smoking a dry cigarette, sitting on the sidelines and speaking enthusiastically.

"Grandpa, I know." Ah Heng nodded with a smile and repeated the old man's words to Yan Xi.

Yan Xi looked at the small black fish filled with aluminum basins and poked them with chopsticks, his face was gloomy and his appetite was not great. He had just gotten seasick and vomited for a while, and his stomach was extremely upset.

Ah Heng sighed and asked the old man, "Ah Gong, do you have any mint leaves?" She knew that fishermen had a habit of picking mint leaves and holding them in their mouths to refresh themselves.

The old man walked to the bow of the boat, held a small jar, and handed it to Yan Xi with a smile.

The boy pulled the stopper, and the sweetness of the mint came to his nose, and in the jar, there were dark red plums, which looked extremely attractive.

"It's bayberry." Ah Heng bent his eyebrows.

"Soak it in mint leaves, just let your brother eat a few." The old man spoke in a thick water-country tone, and snorted his dry cigarettes, and the pipes were dotted with stars, which were clearly extinguished.

Yan Xi chewed a few silently, at first I felt that the taste was very weird, spicy and astringent, without any sweetness, but after eating a few, I felt that although the taste in the tongue was not delicate enough, it had a unique flavor, and the discomfort in the stomach was gradually suppressed.

Ah Heng sighed, sandwiched a piece of fish, removed the thorns, and put it in Yanxi's bowl.

Yan Xi has always enjoyed the treatment of the emperor at home, and Guard Li helped him clean up comfortably, and he has never bothered about eating.

At this time, Ah Heng sandwiched the fish for him, bothered to remove the fish bones, and because of his inertia, he ate it as a matter of course, but he didn't realize the inappropriateness in it; And Ah Heng didn't think too much in his heart, he just did it when he wanted to, and he was not alert at all, this behavior contained the meaning of pampering and intimacy.

When both of them are taken as usual, this matter is really not a big deal. After eating, wipe your mouth, you do your words, I do my Wenheng, the bridge is the bridge, the road is the road.

The little black fish was stewed with red pepper by the old man in the lake water, which is absolutely natural, and the taste is fresh and fragrant. Yan Xi ate to his heart's content, the gloom in his eyes gradually melted away, he was so spicy that he sweated, and the cold seemed to have gone a few points.

The night was getting darker, and the lake reflected the moonlight, sparkling and silver.

The old fisherman helped the two clean up their beds, and Yan Xi and Ah Heng sat at the bow of the boat, looking at this piece of mountains and rivers somewhat unconsciously.

The winter in the south does not have the coldness of the north, only the coolness that seems to be nothing. The wind blows gently, the water waves slowly cross in one direction, and the round whirlpools, one after another, overlap the passage of time, in a casual and gentle way, but it is easy for people to indulge in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Yan Xi's slender legs were crossed together, and he sat comfortably with a little childishness.

Suddenly, a smile hung on the corner of the young man's mouth.

He hummed a minor tune softly.

Ah Heng had never heard it before, and the song had a touch of laziness, a touch of comfort, and a complete Yanxi style.

However, it is unexpectedly good.

Later, by chance, she learned that this song was G.L.'s classic love song "Willingly".

Love is a willingness.

The lyrics were written conclusively, and Yan Xi hummed casually, which did not respond to the scene at that time, but coincidentally, it responded to her love many years later.

Yan Xi got up, turned back to the cabin, and when he came out, he hugged a sketchpad and an oil lamp.

"You want to paint?" Ah Heng tilted his head and asked him.

The boy nodded, his black hair gently ruffled by the wind, revealing a smooth forehead.

"Draw what?" She smiled.

The boy pointed to the green hills that surrounded the shores of the lake. He sat on the board, bent his knees, and placed the tablet on his lap, beside his white hands, a whole box of oil paints.

Ah Heng helped find a black porcelain plate from the cabin. Yan Xi washed it with lake water, and then like a magician, under the dim yellow light, he took out a few tubes of paint and slowly adjusted the color with his hands.

He picked up the paintbrush, not with the usual nonchalant expression, but with concentration, all his mind fixed on the paper in front of him. He held the brush between his index and middle fingers, gently measured the position of the pen, pursed his lips, and his dark eyes did not have a trace of emotion, looking cold and serious.

When Ah Heng watched him slowly and firmly print the scenery of the lake and mountains on the pure white drawing paper, he was not only surprised, but also moved.

Nature has created too much beauty, and this beauty is often cooled and ignored, and loneliness exists faintly. People may look at it with admiration and admiration, but they are always powerless by the self-growth of this beautiful vulture, and let the desire to have it torment the heart.

But when she saw the continuation of its life - just a thin piece of drawing paper, all measured by its lonely years is only a momentary time, the desire for this beauty in her heart has been completely stopped, and she is surprised by the talent of the young man, and moved to have a chorus for a landscape.

Time passed minute by minute, he couldn't stop writing, she couldn't stop looking at her, with unbridled madness.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy finally wiped the last stroke with his thumb and lost the pen.

"Beautiful." Ah Heng looked at the painting, although he knew that he was clumsy, he still bent his eyebrows and smiled.

Yan Xi also smiled, he took out the painting paper reflecting the landscape from the drawing board, pulled a corner with one hand, and slowly dried it with the wind.

"For you." The young man gently handed her the painting, his delicate eyebrows fluttering, and his dark eyes were sly, "However, you have to do me a favor." ”

Ah Heng cherished the drawing paper in both hands, nodded seriously, and when he looked up, he found that the young man's face was a little abnormally flushed.

Ah Heng's heart tightened, and he reached out to the young man's forehead, but found that it was terrifyingly hot.

Oops, fever!

The young man stretched out his hand and pushed away the hand she was covering his forehead, with a hint of imperceptible displeasure in his eyes, and said flatly: "I'm fine." Then he got up and went into the cabin.

When Ah Heng followed into the cabin, Yan Xi was already covered with quilts, turned sideways, and curled up motionless on the bed. She stood beside the young man's bed with an oil lamp, and after all, she was not at ease, so she brought a small bamboo stool to sit at the foot of the bed and blew out the lamp.

Outside the cabin was the sound of the waves, rushing by, lapping, and then, still, flowing.

In the moonlight, she looked at the curled back on the bed, the figure outlined a blur, and the feeling of unreality intensified.

Ah Heng's heart was empty, she knew that Yan Xi knew she was here; She knew that with her, the boy would not let down his guard and rest.

But she held the smoked oil lamp and refused to let go, her hands full of the frightening temperature of the fingertips that had just been touched by it.

She wanted to do something, only to find that her existence was meaningless.

Ah Heng has always felt stupid, but this young man's thoughts, she can no longer see it. Yan Xi is stubbornly insisting on his own dignity, and he would rather have a fever than a stranger casually approaching him.

So, she sighed and quietly turned her head to walk out.

At this time, the boy let out a muffled sound in the middle of the quilt*. Ah Heng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly turned around, wanting to get out of the cabin and call the fisherman.

"Wait a minute." A hoarse and slightly stoic voice.

Ah Heng turned around, and the young man sat up with his hands propped up, his lips turned white in the moonlight, and his face turned redder. After a while, he spoke weakly: "Wen Heng, you can talk to me for a while." ”

"You're sick." Ah Heng spoke softly.

Yan Xi lowered his head a little irritably, and his tone was slightly uneasy: "I don't like strangers approaching me. ”

Fu grabbed the futon under his fingers again, and after a while, he spoke weakly: "Wen Heng, you can talk to me for a while." ”

"You need, rest." Ah Heng shook his head.

Yan Xi smiled faintly, ignored Ah Heng, and opened his mouth: "Wen Heng, when did you learn to speak?" ”

Ah Heng looked at him quietly and was silent.

"I was one year old. Guard Li was holding me at the time and asked me to touch his throat and listen to his pronunciation. The first word he taught me was 'Mommy', and I learned it, so I turned to him and happily called 'Mommy'. It's a pity that he didn't praise me for being smart. ”

Yan Xi smiled slightly, breathing a little heavily: "Really, shouldn't you be encouraged for such a young child?" ”

His voice was strong and brisk, but when he listened to it, it was like a sponge immersed in water, slowly sinking.

"When I was one and a half years old, when I was learning to walk, my old man squatted on the ground and waited for me to approach. At that time, he was too young, felt that the road was too long, and he was very tired from walking, but he really wanted to get the candy in his hand. That's Siguan and ...... The American candy that I didn't have was sent back by those two men — sorry, I'm not used to calling them 'Mom and Dad'. I think if I get it, I can show it off to Siguan. Yan Xi spoke a little fast, and after finishing speaking, he fell on the quilt and laughed.

Ah Heng's lips were a little dry, she approached the young man, raised her hand, and then put it down weakly, and smiled softly: "And then?" ”

Yan Xi couldn't stop laughing, and it took a long time to raise his head, and a thin layer of sweat was already oozing from the corner of his forehead: "I asked Guard Li to take me to Siguan's house, holding sugar in my hand, and complacently preparing to show him." Then, Sister-in-law Zhang told me that Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen had taken Siwan to the children's park and would not be able to come back in the evening. ”

She looked into his eyes, and the thin and slowly flowing light, like a tide, flapped and passed.

"I waited until the evening to see Siwan. But the boy dared to smile at me. So I beat him to tears......" The boy closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

The corners of Ah Heng's mouth were dry, and she didn't know what to say. At that time, she was still an infant, and she would only hide in her mother's arms and sleep by her hand every day. Although mom is not a real mother, she is the source of all hope and love.

"Yan Xi ......," she called out to him hesitantly, her tone apologetic. I don't know what I'm sorry for.

The boy didn't answer, he leaned back on the bed, already asleep, his hands curled up and clenched, in the posture of a baby.

Ah Heng sighed, grabbed the quilt on his bed, and covered Yan Xi. After making sure he was asleep, she gently placed him flat on the bed, watching his head sink into the soft pillow.

In the middle of the night, Ah Heng boiled hot water and took a towel several times. Fortunately, it was only a low-grade fever and a layer of sweat, and by the time it was almost dawn, the boy's body temperature had returned to normal.

She had been thinking about what Yan Xi had said to her, and she was willing to let her know.

People who are sick are too fragile to hide themselves. The person who can not be disguised is not within the scope of what she should see, who is still familiar.

She wasn't sure if Yan Xi still expected her to learn this fact when she was sober.

Many years later, when the dust settled, Yan Xi smiled when asked about this: "It's just a fever, not a drunk." ”

Those words were really what I wanted to tell her.

Ah Heng shook her head, she didn't think Yan Xi was a person who was willing to talk. In fact, many times, because it was buried too deeply, she had a lot of thoughts.

Yan Xi hesitated, and only spoke after a while: "Ah Heng, although I never said it, but at that time, I did treat you as my future wife, even if you didn't know the inside story. Because, I always believe that husband and wife should be honest with each other. ”

Ah Heng smiled bitterly.

When Yan Xi regained consciousness, it was already early in the morning, and a faint layer of fog had risen on the surface of the lake.

He moved his fingers slightly, trying to get up but felt heavy on his body.

One layer of quilt, two layers of quilt, and ...... Alone.

Yan Xi raised her eyebrows, and mischievously wanted to push the girl away, but found that the girl's hand was tightly grasping her left hand, and for an instant, she was silent in place.

He frowned, for a long time, dissipated the displeasure between his eyebrows, smiled, gently pushed the girl's hand away, and got out of bed carefully.

He stretched and felt that he had a good night's sleep, but unfortunately, his body was sticky and wet with sweat.

Yan Xi sniffed his shirt in disgust, his nose was eight feet away from him, but it was unrealistic, so he walked out of the cabin with long legs and shouted to the bow of the boat: "Ahhh ”

The old fisherman in the straw hat smiled and beckoned to him.

Ah Heng also smiled. She had just woken up, but she was afraid that Yan Xi would be embarrassed, so she pretended to be asleep.

However, at this time, I am really sleepy.