Autumn is coming, the weather is gradually getting cooler, although Mother Wen has bought clothes for Ah Heng a few times, but Wen Lao saw that she had not worn them once, and she couldn't help but mind a little in her heart.

"Ah Heng, why are you still wearing a school uniform?" The old man looked at his granddaughter with a thick frown.

"It's new to the school, it's good." Ah Heng stammered, and his voice was a little small.

"You are now in the Wen family, not the Yun family." The old man's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and he slowly became angry.

Is this child fighting them in this way? The daughter of the Wen family, whose surname is Wen, has she been mistreated? Why did she bother to do it!

Ah Heng grabbed the corner of his clothes and lowered his head slightly: "Got it." ”

When the old man heard the girl's still obvious Jiangnan accent, he was shocked to realize that he had said cruel words, and when he thought about the past, he felt guilty in his heart: "Since you like school uniforms, forget it." He sighed softly, "Just, is it well-dressed?" ”

"It's warm." Ah Heng quickly replied in Wushui dialect, and then said it again in non-standard Mandarin embarrassedly, his hand gently turning over the inside of his coat, which was thick and looked solid.

"It's good to be warm." The old man soothed his brows, and his eyes, which were as sharp as falcons, were also soaked in a trace of warmth, "I can understand Wushui's words, you don't need to change your words." ”

Ah Heng was surprised, and then smiled, his eyes were bright, with a gentle and clear color.

"When I was eighteen or nineteen years old, I led soldiers for a few months in Wushui Town." The old man's voice was no longer the usual stern, but a little soft, looking at Ah Heng, his serious eyebrows and eyes also carried a hint of smoke and rain entwined with softness.

"Ah Heng, your eyes are very similar to your grandmother."

Gradually, Ah Heng became clear about the way to school, and he became accustomed to walking or taking the bus to and from school alone.

Coincidentally, it is obviously a family, but Ah Heng always can't touch Siguan, and he can only see him when he has dinner.

Although she wanted to say a few words to Siguan, she thought of her clumsiness, so she gave up. As for Mother Wen, she has been busy with piano recitals, and it is rare to see them.

Ah Heng is in the class, the temper of a good man, even if he hears ridicule face-to-face, he is not angry, he just smiles. The other party gradually felt bored, and slowly stopped teasing her.

After a long time, everyone found that Ah Heng's temper brought a lot of benefits. If you don't want to be on duty, you just need to call Wen Heng, and the answer you get is always "I know", and then the whole classroom is cleaned up and properly organized.

In this world, the most terrible thing is habit, and the most accustomed thing is convenience.

Ah Heng is the amazing convenience of this habit. In other words, even the mud bodhisattva would probably be so aggrieved that he would explode, but Ah Heng felt that sometimes it was a blessing to suffer a loss, a big thing was good, and a small thing was okay.

On this day, after cleaning the classroom, it was already dark, and the last bus still had to wait for half an hour, so Ah Heng chose to walk.

She was accustomed to walking the narrow alley, the orange street lamps dim but strangely quiet and warm. The road is paved with stones, and there is a subtle feeling of grinding when you step on it.

Ah Heng stopped when he walked deeper into the alley. She saw two figures clearly and ambiguously overlapping each other.

Light, dark, lingering, intense, fiery.

The young man, wearing a purple-red low-necked coarse knitted shirt, had a flower cluster outlined by a dark black line on his left shoulder, which spread over the delicate shoulder line and smoothly tossed to his back, and the darkness was enchanting in the brightness.

He stood in the lamplight, his back thin but with an unbreakable arrogance and stubbornness, his neck slightly bent, his arms tightly hugged the long-haired girl with a blurred face under the lamp, and his lips and teeth were entangled with the person in his arms. The ink color that swept through the ears was bright, slowly and unconsciously swept over the white neck, and the touch of jade color, soaked in light and shadow, hid the fragrance, fragrant, and teased people's hearts.

If it is according to the style of Ah Heng Suri, he must feel embarrassed and embarrassed when he sees such a scene. However, at this moment, she forgot to even hide, carrying her schoolbag, and looked at the young man in detail.

Yanxi.

Ah Heng's lips curled slightly, and he exhaled silently, and he was so sure in his heart that even he felt ridiculous.

She obviously didn't really see the young man's appearance clearly, she didn't say a word to him, but she had such a clear imprint in her heart.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to be aware of the gaze behind him, let go of the hand around the girl's waist, turned around, and quietly looked at the voyeur who had no intention of breaking in.

Ah Heng was shocked at his rudeness and looked at the young man's eyes in a daze.

But suddenly, there was a roar in my ears, and there was only one sound left, so familiar, like the breathing sound I heard when I accidentally drowned in the water at night when I was a child, and everything disappeared.

The fear, the despair, the unwillingness, and the reality of finding yourself on your way to another kind of liberation tumble.

Ah Heng glanced at him again, the ink color in the young man's eyes, the crimson color of the peach blossoms, and the cold stars spread out in the water color, directly reflected in her pupils, indifferent, arrogant and careless.

Bowing her head, her long braid hit her cheek, she panicked and left in a hurry.

When she returned home in a daze, it was already dark, and Sister-in-law Zhang had been waiting for her.

She ran all the way, in a trance, but felt extremely thirsty in her mouth, picked up the tea on the table and poured it into her mouth, but her nose leaked and coughed violently.

Siguan happened to go downstairs and saw Ah Heng's face flushed and coughing, so he patted her on the back and smoothed out. After a while, Ah Heng relieved his breath and saw Siguan in a blink of an eye.

"Choking?" Siguan asked softly and smiled lightly.

Ah Heng nodded, she faced the Wen family, she has never been good at speaking, that is, she must speak, and she also uses the simplest and clear pronunciation.

Siguan knew that Ah Heng was uncomfortable when he saw him, so he didn't mind, and after a few polite words, he wanted to leave.

"Wait......" Ah Heng has been thinking about it for the past few days, although he was embarrassed, he still stopped Siguan.

"Huh?" Siwan turned around, a little confused.

Ah Heng nodded, turned around and went upstairs, and after a while, he dragged a suitcase and walked down.

"What is this?" Siwan wondered.

"Her clothes...... Over here. Ah Heng pointed to the suitcase and explained softly.

"She?" The smile on Siwan's face slowly converged, and his eyebrows and eyes became a little cold.

"Clothes, wear them." Ah Heng knew that he had misunderstood what he meant, but he was clumsy for a moment and didn't know how to explain it.

"You don't have to." Siwan knew that Ah Heng was talking about Er'er, and his expression became complicated.

Although he and Ah Heng are brother and sister, because of Er'er, he finally has suspicion of her in his heart, but seeing that she has never mentioned Er'er, he gradually let go.

But now, she put Erer in the open, and talked about Erer's clothes in front of him, which seemed to Siwan to be a malicious mockery of Erer and another embarrassing expulsion.

Ah Heng lifted the suitcase in front of him, looked at Siguan gently, and motioned for him to open it.

Siwan became angry, her face was cold, she waved her hand away, and the suitcase was knocked over to the ground.

Sister-in-law Zhang was heating porridge in the kitchen, heard a loud noise, wore an apron, hurriedly walked to the living room, and saw clothes scattered all over the ground, most of which were unopened autumn clothes.

"What's wrong? Ah Heng, why did you take down all the new clothes your mother bought for you? Sister-in-law Zhang was confused, looking at the clothes that Yunyi bought for Ah Heng a few days ago. The boy did not speak, but he seemed very happy, but strangely enough, he did not wear it once.

Siguan was surprised and froze in place. After a while, he gently picked up a piece of clothing from the ground, flipped to the label, and sure enough, it was Si'er's size, and he looked up and saw Ah Heng's overly calm face, which was extremely embarrassing.

"Mom, she ......" Siguan tried to say something, but when his eyes touched Ah Heng's school uniform that was too simple and the cuffs were a little frayed, he couldn't speak.

Mom, she won't be unclear, Ah Heng Bill is much taller.

She did it on purpose, in this way to vent her dissatisfaction with her grandfather.

For the first time, Siwan was shocked to realize the unfairness between himself and his mother.

Mom returned her pain to Ah Heng intentionally or unintentionally.

And he, smiling, fueled the fire.

The girl, seeing it all, smiled calmly.