Ah Heng often wonders, can memories never fade? If not, it's terrible. This means that she will never be able to forgive herself.

Those scenes, constantly swirling in my mind.

"Ah Heng, no matter where you go, you can't let your dad fly, you know?" It was her mother, with a very serious and serious expression.

Ah Heng nodded, nodded vigorously with gentle eyes, and said, "Mom, I remember." ”

Mom rubbed her hair, busily packed up their clothes, and after a long time, she spoke again: "Don't forget, ban, absolutely!" Say it again to me. ”

Ah Heng looked at her and repeated seriously, word by word: "Absolutely, no, let Dad fly." Like a child learning to speak for the first time, and then, cautiously, asking, "Why?" ”

Her mom gave her a hug, softly, smiling, "Ahhh

Her father coughed lightly beside her, interrupted her by shouting "Yunyi", lifted her travel bag, took Ah Heng's hand, bowed her head, and walked away. Mother looked at them, and even her back seemed to become warm.

In her heart, her parents are standing in the same picture and deeply in love, completely belonging to Wen Heng, it seems that there is only this moment.

She stopped in front of the grave in the cemetery, crouched down, and quietly looked at the black-and-white photograph on the tombstone. Handsome, rough, upright, and man, the man who gave her life, her father who deeply loves the man and woman surnamed Wen, this is all her positioning for his short life.

Oh, and I forgot one sentence: the pathetic man who was killed by his own daughter.

Death, death, the profundity of the word, was also taught to her by him.

Even, it is impossible to argue.

He said, "Don't tell your mother, she's going to be proud." This is a secret that belongs to our father and daughter, a secret that only me and my little Ah Heng know. ”

After two years, on January 8, the last day she stayed in City B, the cold day that had not stopped was snowing heavily, and the world was vast.

The handwriting on the inscription had long been blurred in the snow, and she gently wiped it away with her hand, her fingertips sliding over the uneven inscription.

She is the one who has no right to participate in the erection of the monument, although the person who lies here forever has given her the surname Wen.

.. The surviving Wen is Yunyi

.. Unfilial son Wen Siguan Wen Sier

She laughed, thinking it was the end, but when her fingers moved to the next line, they stiffened.

The lonely six characters, beautiful italics, sharp and piercing, are the result of repeating the seal carving over and over again.

.. Wen Heng Yan Xi Dai Shu

She soured her nose and hugged the tombstone, her forehead lowered against the biting cold, and the clean corners of her sleeves were stained with snow, and it was cold.

She thought that she had just walked a turning distance, but when she looked at it, it was a sea of wanton sea.

If it is not for the parting of the parting, then can I understand that you and I are still alive when we part?

Not far away, there was the sound of deep and shallow footsteps, thick and dull in the snow.

Ah Heng spread the snow and smoothed her footprints, and walked behind the big tree in the opposite direction, and a row of tombstones in front of her completely blocked her.

In this kind of weather, there are very few people who come to the cemetery. She poked her head out lightly and saw the backs of a group of five. Holding an umbrella, the snow is not very clear, only two men and three women can be distinguished.

They stopped, and stood where she had just stood.

The woman at the head took the umbrella and held the bouquet of flowers and placed it in front of the grave. She had white flowers in her bun, and said in a bitter tone of longing: "An Guo, I and the children have come to see you." The young man and woman behind him knelt down, crying silently in the cold snow.

The tears of such a righteous and bright sadness are really ...... Envy.

Ah Heng looked at them, only remembering the endless indifference, it seemed that when they left her, they did not have a ten-thousandth of the sadness at this moment.

The silent mother, the mother who remained indifferent after she knelt in front of the Wen family for two days and one night.

Siguan, who was frowning, only said one sentence in the end, "Ah Heng, that's enough, mom doesn't want to see you now", and then closed the door tightly Siguan.

Sir looked at her with compassion in his eyes, like watching a kitten or a puppy die. She said, "I told you, don't be delusional. Family affection, words, friendship, in this dirty compound, don't be delusional. I told you. Falling high from her hand was the Z-sized notice.

The wind swept the snow, stretched and raged, buried the past, and whirled in the sky with mourning.

In the wind, the distant sound was only thin syllables, intermittently reaching her ears. Mother Wen hugged the pair of men and women standing in the back row and said: "Anguo, you don't have to worry, Xiaoxi has a girlfriend and is a good girl." Today I made a special trip to see her, no worse than our Ah Heng, rest assured. ”

The pair of men and women, a black-haired boy in a brown coat holding an umbrella, and a petite girl standing next to him, stubbornly tugging at the corner of his clothes, in a playful and dependent posture.

The girl teased: "Yan Xi, your former father-in-law has recognized me, you can only marry me in this life, do you know?" ”

Yanxi.

Speech...... Hope.

Ah Heng thought, this name is really good.

When the two were unguessed, she often wrinkled her little face at the people around her: "Ah, let me tell you, Yanxi is annoying, really, it's annoying." ”

It's a little careful thinking that holds the baby in her hand and can't help but show off her baby's goodness to the world, but is afraid that others will covet it and change it to accusation.

Actually, it's good to say that it's good.

Ah Heng lowered his head and sniffed, but there were tears in his eyes. He turned around and wanted to leave, but he stepped into the hollow of the tree with one foot, and startled the crow that was making a nest on the dead branch, and flew around the tree in the snow.

Ah Heng was afraid of attracting attention, and his body shrank inward. Luckily, the tree hole was big enough.

"Anyone?" It was Sir's voice.

Asymptotic footsteps.

Ah Heng's lips were a little dry, his pupils were constricted, and he stared out.

A pair of brown leather boots, getting closer. It was so close that she could even see the folds of the fabric of the jeans at the man's knees.

Finally, stop.

She buried her face and looked deeper into the darkness, covering her nose with her hand and holding back her breath. But he heard the breath of the comer, and in the snow, panting slightly.

He stared at the hollow of the tree, his fists clenched.

"Yanxi, what is it?" Sir asked.

He completely covered the hole in the tree, turned his back to block Si'er's view, his face was expressionless, and he said flatly: "I can't see clearly, it should be a rabbit's nest." ”

"Oh, is it? I like bunnies the most, how cute bunnies are. Si'er was suspicious, and stepped forward to see clearly.

Ah Heng looked through the faint light, and the young man's coat looked very warm and warm.

He stepped away, crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow: "Maybe it's a weasel, and weasel is pretty cute." ”

Si'er's face changed, he glanced at it from a distance, it was really dark and he couldn't see clearly, turned around, and walked away.

The faint fragrance of milk lingering in the nose, reaching out, you can embrace the familiarity and peace of mind.

Ah Heng felt that his heart was blocked uncomfortably.

Can't move, absolutely ...... Can't move.

He stood quietly holding the handle of the umbrella, looking at the tree hole for a long time, and in a trance, even his big eyes became gentle. After all, he silently put down the umbrella in his hand, and then, taking off his leather gloves, bowed, and gently placed it at the mouth of the tree hole.

Turn around, lonely footprints, all the way forward.

A tree and a flower, under the Bodhi tree, pass by, and stand to become a Buddha. This time, really, really, I don't recognize you.

In the distance, the petite girl smashed a snowball at him, with a flying smile: "Yanxi, I didn't expect you to be so loving to small animals." I like you more and more, what should I do? ”

What to do?

Yan Xi wiped the snow from his face, lowered his head, and said indifferently: "Then I like it." ”

When Ah Heng returned to H City, it was Gu Feibai who took the opportunity.

He looked at her, his face was still calm as usual, but his eyebrows and eyes were a few points colder.

"Where did you go?" he asked. ”

Ah Heng thought about it, read a book in the hotel for the first six days, and went to the grave on the last day, which was really lackluster, so he simply summarized: "I went shopping." ”

Gu Feibai saw the umbrella in her hand and said lightly: "Is there a lot of snow in City B?" ”

Ah Heng nodded lightly and snorted.

He squinted: "It's not like your stuff." Haven't you always hated pink? ”

Ah Heng chuckled: "A kind-hearted person who loves wild animals fell, and I just picked it up." ”

Gu Feibai smiled lightly: "Other people's things, I don't know if there are bacteria or not, how can I pick them up indiscriminately?" Throw it away. ”

Ah Heng froze in place.

He said, "I can buy a thousand, three hundred and sixty-five days, and give you one a day." How about this one, just throw it in the trash? ”

Ah Heng frowned, listening to Gu Feibai's words, it seemed to have some provocation.

"What, don't you want to throw it away?" Gu Feibai glanced at her coldly.

Ah Heng handed him the umbrella and smiled lightly: "Throw it away." Whatever you like, you can do whatever you want. ”

Gu Feibai looked at her, and his voice was emotionless: "What about you, are you also at my disposal?" ”

Ah Heng took a step back, his eyebrows were smiling, but there was no smile at all: "Feibai, this joke is not funny." You know, I'm flesh and blood, equal and free like you, and there's no reason for you to be at your disposal. ”

Gu Feibai put his hand in his pocket, lowered his head, and smiled for a while: "I want to learn soap opera to hug you and give you a kiss that can't breathe, and it's good for you to die or I die." But, Wen Heng, you're so boring. ”

Ah Heng was stunned, ah, and then, laughed: "Feibai, this is not our way, the fast food love with a fast pace of life needs to ignite passion with kisses." ”

The small light in Gu Feibai's eyes was extinguished in an instant, and it dimmed: "However, there is not even enthusiasm between us. ”

He opened his mouth and made up his mind to say something, but Ah Heng smiled and whispered: "Feibai, if you have anything to say, you can say it later, well, you can do it after 0:00 on January 10." Now, I'm tired. ”

With the take-off of the plane not far away, it boomed, covering all the sound sources.

She looked at Gu Feibai's eyes, coughed lightly, her face flushed, the gentleness of the landscape, a little embarrassment and seriousness.

"I'm really fit to be a wife," she said. Ignore the passion, can you think about it again? ”