Chapter11

  Si Guang and Si Hui returned home when Ah Heng was already asleep.

  She thought she would be sleepless, but that day was the most peaceful sleep since she came to Wen's house. No dreams, no worries, no fears.

  It's probably the effect of Christmas Eve, peaceful and safe.

  The child abandoned by God will also get his own redemption on Christmas Eve.

  She got up the earliest in the morning, went downstairs, and Zhang Shu was still busy making breakfast. The kitchen was warm, with a sweet fragrance of white porridge wafting through the air.

  Ah Heng took a deep breath of the fragrance, and from beside his ear came Zhang Shu humming the familiar tune of "Shajia Bang".

  She smiled, it seems Xier also returned with Siyun. Otherwise, Zhang Shu wouldn't be so happy.

  The doorbell rang loudly.

  Zhang Shu entered the kitchen and was basically in a state of "do not disturb", so she wouldn't hear the doorbell.

  Ah Heng ran quickly to open the door.

  It is a postman.

  Someone sent a greeting card, and the recipient is Yunheng.

  The simplest card, rough paper quality, rough printing.

  The town's style is warm and cozy to a fault.

  One line of words, elegant and clever. One stroke at a time, clean and meticulous.

  The words are taught by her hand in hand, and the green comes out of the blue.

  "Sister, I hate you."

  Her hands trembled.

  "But can't help missing."

  She whispered between her lips and laughed until tears flowed out.

  What a coincidence, after traveling thousands of miles, the card arrived in her hands on Christmas.

  "Wishing you a happy new year"

  It was in response to someone's scenery and also in response to someone's mood.

  She was in, with her usual earthy and silly self, unaware of the Western holidays, but guessing the timing, she had sent it out long ago, hoping that before the start of 1999, her stubbornly pen-named "Yun Heng" sister would receive her New Year's greetings.

  A card, from Wuzhou to B city, after experiencing so many winds and rains, snows and dreams, it became so precious.

  There was a young man, lingering on his sickbed, thinking of his older sister, tears streaming down, but in the end, he lost to his thoughts.

  She left him without even saying goodbye.

  This kind of pain doesn't need words, before reuniting, it's always a dead knot.

  Si Guang pulled Si Er's hand and walked downstairs. Ah Heng was eating breakfast with his head down, looking silent.

  He felt uncomfortable in his heart and didn't know what to say.

  "Ah Heng." Si'er spoke softly with a hint of nervousness.

  She deliberately tried to curry favor with Ah Heng. Si Gwan's heart ached for Si Er, and her mouth was slightly bitter.

  Ah Heng raised his head and looked at the girl's pale and delicate face, smiled slightly and nodded - "Si Er, have breakfast."

  Guiyuan let out a sigh of relief.

  "Think about it, and eat." Ah Heng furrowed his brow, his face calm and gentle.

  She recalled what she had said in the church, when her head was hot and she was trying to comfort Sier, but inadvertently hurt Ah Heng. Fortunately, she didn't hear it.

  However, when he came back, the apple that had been peeled on his desk left him at a loss for words and made him feel even more ashamed.

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

  Ah Heng smiled and nodded. He picked up his backpack behind him and said softly, "I'm on duty today, I'll go first."

  Wanting to say something, her mouth opened and then closed again, a feeling of powerlessness arose.

  He couldn't tell what he felt when he saw Ah Heng alone with his backpack, but years later, after getting married and having twins, the two kids would often fight, hurting each other, and no matter who won or lost, he would feel heartache for a long time. He told this to his wife, but she just said, "Flesh on both palms, can't you feel the pain?"

  A single word can awaken a person from a dream.

  The palm and the back of the hand are both flesh. However, you are always in his palm, warm and gentle, while Ah Heng is always on the back of his hand, strong and unyielding, often neglected, but hurt and aching.

  He was powerless to hold her in his palm, yet he always inadvertently hurt her and pained himself.

  At sixteen or seventeen, so young, what was wrong, who still remembers.

  If there is a great contrast for comparison, it will be even more unforgettable.

  The kindness to Ah Heng, Ah Heng remembers in his heart, but he has long forgotten. The wrongs done to Ah Heng, Ah Heng forgets and casts aside, yet he is deeply etched in his memory because of the contrast with Xian Xi.

  And, the intersection of Yan Xi and A Heng was at the beginning of 1999.

  This life, from now on entwined, parting and merging, several times making one touch the soft spot in their heart, tears flowing endlessly.

  In the second semester of high school, Ah Heng's first final exam after transferring, he made a stunning debut, ranking third in the grade and second in the class.

  What's the concept of being in the top three in the Western Forest exam last year, even a fool knows, B didn't run away.

  As for Si Guang, he was always in fifth place from the first year of high school to the second year, and his ranking never changed.

  Of course, Wen's whole family was shocked by Ah Heng's good grades, but ultimately delighted.

  Having such a promising child at home, who wouldn't be delighted? Especially when it's the same kid who was previously labeled as "useless".

  The old man couldn't close his mouth, boasting to everyone he met. He said our family's Ah Heng is a good boy, and looking at his granddaughter, everything about her was pleasing to the eye.

  Mom will also take Ah Heng to travel around City B during winter break and buy some snacks and clothes as a reward.

  Although Si Guang was surprised, thinking of Ah Heng's usual diligent learning attitude, he understood.

  Since Christmas, she has been living in the Wen's house. Old Wen has been ambiguous and hasn't made a statement. Mrs. Wen and Siyun are delighted to pretend not to know.

  However, Ah Heng was a bit embarrassed. The room originally belonged to Si Er, and now that Si Er was back, should she move out or not?

  Since childhood, her physical foundation has been poor. She slept in a temporarily arranged guest room and soon fell ill due to the indoor air humidity not being good enough and the heating intensity being insufficient.

  After being sent to the hospital for a few injections, before returning home, the doctor instructed me to rest quietly.

  Then, Si Guang wandered around Ah Heng's room for nearly half an hour.

  Ah Heng knew early on that there was someone outside the door. Listening to the footsteps, he was even more certain it was Si Gwan. After waiting for a long time without him knocking on the door, Ah Heng opened it.

  Si Guang stopped in his tracks, cleared his throat and walked up to Ah Heng.

  "Ah Heng, you're living in this room now, are you used to it?" The young man chose his words carefully, with an unintentional expression, but his eyebrows were furrowed.

  "The room is too big, I'm not used to it." Ah Heng smiled and shook his head.

  "Well, I'll give you a smaller room instead, okay?" Si Guang licked his dry lips, his voice cautious.

  "Good." Ah Heng chuckled and smiled, his dark eyes warm and serene.

  Si Guang's eyes lit up, took a deep breath, and poured out the fine wine that had been aged for years.

  "Si'er, when are you coming back?" Her voice was soft and sweet, her lips thin, but when she smiled, it wasn't sharp or piercing, just warm like a spring day.

  "This afternoon." Xiangyun spoke up, but suddenly realized she had misspoken.

  "Can you move now?" Ah Heng pushed the half-closed door wide open.

  There is almost no trace of her existence. It still looks like it did when Sile was around. At the foot of the bed, two suitcases are neatly placed.

  She had everything ready and waited quietly, pretending not to know.

  Si Gwang's eyes gradually turned cold.

  All his preparations, all his words, and all his nervousness now seem shallow and ridiculous.

  He had never dared to treat Ah Heng like a family member, misjudging his clumsiness or cleverness. However, it was clear that she was smarter than he had imagined and understood people's intentions in a way that sent chills down his spine.

  He had been lingering in front of her house for so long, filled with such guilt and worry, yet it was all wiped away in an instant.

  A hint of anger flashed in his heart, his face as cold as ice, he opened his mouth lightly and said, "What do you want? I'll make it up to you later."

  A Heng was stunned.

  He immediately let out a bitter laugh, unsure of where to put his hands and feet.

  Wen Lao was furious when he found out that Ah Heng had moved into the guest room.

  "Wen Si Guang, who is Ah Heng? Tell me!" The old man's face was icy and hard as he stared at Si Guang.

  "Grandpa, don't be angry, it's my fault, brother just..." Si'er said on the side, anxious to the point of tears.

  "I'm not your grandfather, if you really have a conscience, just call me Master Wen and that's enough!" The old man pulled down his face, not looking at Si'er, but staring fiercely at Siwen.

  "Grandfather, since you are not Erl's grandfather, then you are not my grandfather either!"

  The old man was furious and stretched out his hand, slapping the young man's face with a loud slap.

  Si Guang did not dodge, raised his face and forcibly took it down.

  In an instant, the Five Fingers Seal floated in front of the young man's face.

  The old man treated his grandson with a strict attitude, but had never dared to lay a finger on him. Now that he had hit him, he felt both angry and heartbroken.

  "Ah Heng is your own sister, did you know that?!" The old man was heartbroken to the extreme, pulled Ah Heng's hand and let her stand in front of him.

  "Grandfather, what is Si'er?" Si Gua's voice became choked as she spoke word by word.

  The old man's voice was hoarse and heart-wrenching as he pulled Si'er's hand, speaking softly - "Good child, consider this a debt owed by the Wen family to you, go now!"

  Ah Heng looked at Si Er, the girl's lips turned pale in an instant, looking at Wen Lao, her eyes were filled with tears.

  She burst out laughing, opened her mouth, but before she could say a word, tears began to flow.

  The girl grasped Ah Heng's hand tightly and asked with a sobbing voice - "If you are me, then who am I?"

  A Heng's eyes were pierced by the girl's gaze, and he turned to see her close her eyes, her body falling gently like a withered leaf until she lay unconscious on the floor.

  Si Guang shouted loudly and picked up the girl, running outwards.

  The doctor's diagnosis was that it was due to a sudden attack of breathlessness and heart problems, combined with the fact that he had not fully recovered from his previous illness, which led to his collapse.

  It's not difficult to recover, as long as you don't get angry again and quietly nurture yourself, you will be fine.

  When Ah Heng rushed to the hospital, Si Gwang was sitting in the ward, staring blankly at Si Er who was sleeping.

  She stood outside the door, leaning on the window sill for a long time, looking in for a long time, her feet ached and her nose was sour, but Si Guang didn't even lift his head.

  Then, Wen's mother also heard the news and rushed from the piano concert venue to the hospital room.

  "Ah Heng, you go home first, it's not suitable for you to see her at this moment." Her mother gave her a glance and pushed her out of the door once again.

  Ah Heng stood quietly in the corridor, the people who came and went were tormented by illness, their empty eyes reflected in hers.

  Go home...?

  Where is her home...

  Someone used loneliness to build a maze for her, and she couldn't find her way home for so long.

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

  But this isn't her home.

  Ah Heng was stunned for a long time and couldn't muster up the courage to open that door.

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

  It would be great if someone could take her away now.

  A Heng quietly thought, sniffing his nose.

  She can't solve the problems others give her because she is a huge problem herself.

  It's also this kind of snowy day, this kind of chill...

  The little match girl struck a match and saw everything she wanted, including her beloved grandmother. What would she see when she struck another?

  He had a stubborn idea, unable to suppress the loud and spreading hope in his heart, but when he touched his empty pockets, he found that he didn't have the tools for happiness.

  Matches, okay, in a socialist society without the evil of capitalism, matches are now very scarce and hard to buy even with money, it's unrealistic for little girls to sell matches.

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

  So, lettuce girl? Cough, what is lettuce?

  And Snow White? Alright, she becomes a stepmother and feeds Wen Siyuan a poisoned apple...

  Ah Heng thought and thought, and suddenly burst out laughing, her mood strangely clearing up. She didn't like to talk, looking very honest, but always secretly making herself very bad in her heart.

  Only such a person can unify the Jianghu for thousands of generations and be invincible in the East.

  "What's so funny?" Curious voice, pink mask.

  Ah Heng looked up and saw Yan Xi again.

  He is all in pink, a pink hat, a pink coat, pink pants, pink shoes, and a pink mask. In addition, he carries a large pink backpack.

  Soft pink dress, gentle face, warm color three points, bright color three points.

  "Be careful." She looked at him with warm eyes.

  "Hmm." He responded with a soft hum, his slender nose faintly visible beneath his mask.

  "You're back, save me?" She smiled, her eyes a little moist.

  He calmly shook his head.

  She narrowed her big bright eyes and asked her, "Do you still count what you said that day?"

  "What?" Ah Heng said inexplicably.

  "Let me take you out for some fun." The young man's slender and crystal-like fingers were inserted into his pocket, speaking casually.

  "Do you want...to take me with you?" Ah Heng asked cautiously, hardly daring to breathe.

  The boy nodded, and a strand of black hair fell from his pink woolen hat.

  A Heng was deeply moved, looking at the young man with sparkling eyes.

  "Help me carry my luggage." The young man took off the pink backpack from his shoulder and hung it on Ah Heng's body, rubbing his arm and shaking his head, saying softly, "I'm dead tired."

  Ah Heng let out a soft "oh" and his entire head was filled with black lines of emotion.

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