Aheng sometimes thinks that life is like a farce. Before he knows why he is surnamed Yun, he is given the surname Wen again.
According to Mrs. Zhang, when her mother was in confinement, she suddenly disappeared in the baby room. Her parents were very anxious. But my grandfather took back a baby girl half a month later and said that she had found it back.
When Yunheng lived a simple and poor life in Wushui Town, always living in the shadow of his brother''s heart attack, the girl, instead of her, became winsell.
What does Wen represent? Aheng''s father is a famous naval officer, his mother is a famous pianist, and his grandfather is a political figure. There is no doubt that the daughter of such a family is qualified to be pampered.
And Wensel, the girl who took the name of aheng, is just such a girl who sets thousands of dotes in one.
This Sylar is too good. She can dance ballet and play the piano fluently. What''s more, she is very cute and cute. All the Wens, including her grandmother who passed away, are as precious as pearls. Even her grandfather, who is hard by nature, laughs hard when she is mentioned in front of outsiders, not to mention Wen''s mother who holds her daughter in the palm since childhood.
"Unfortunately, such a good boy..." Sister Zhang always looks sad when she talks about it.
In the Wen family, aheng''s only person who can speak is probably Sister Zhang. The old man lived alone for many years, and Mrs. Wen worked as a domestic helper in her hometown shortly after she married her husband. After various changes, she moved to the garden with the Wen family. This life has always been diligent and regular, so it is highly respected by the Wen family.
Speaking of, ah Heng can get along well with Mrs. Zhang, thanks to the kitchen.
Mica in the town is a well-known dexterous woman, a good cook, a good soup. Aheng was deeply influenced by his childhood, and he was quite authentic.
Occasionally, Mrs. Zhang was busy cooking and burning the rice. Aheng was in a hurry. Seeing half an orange on the table, he squeezed the juice into the rice. Then he inserted the green onion leaves into the rice and steamed it with a small fire.
Mrs. Zhang felt puzzled. After a while, she smelled the mellow rice fragrance. She changed her view of the little girl in front of her. When she was free, she took aheng to learn cooking skills and taught aheng how to cook northern cuisine.
"Turn three times. Be careful." Mrs. Zhang commanded ah Heng with authority.
Aheng easily turned over with a wooden shovel.
"Wrong, three strokes." The old man took the girl''s hand and turned it over again.
"Two times, will you? Four times, will you? " Ah Heng smiles.
"Of course not. When you start cooking, you turn it over three times." The old man''s face was taken for granted.
"Two times it''s not hot, four times it''s scorching." Ah Heng murmured in a low voice.
"Little girl!" Mrs. Zhang turned her head and laughed and scolded, and wiped away the sweat on ah Heng''s forehead.
"Grandma." Aheng''s eyes are gentle and clear, and his voice is waxy and pure with a southern accent.
Mrs. Zhang was stunned, as if she didn''t understand, and turned to stir fry shredded chicken.
"Milk Milk. " Aheng is serious and his lips are full of warm and awkward Mandarin.
The old man continued to stir fry the shredded chicken, stopped for a moment and sighed.
"You child, if only you were a little worse."
Ah Heng didn''t speak, sniffed and laughed.
Every day at dinner, the restaurant is so quiet that you can''t hear the sound of chewing. Aheng ate his meal in a small way. Although it was strange, she had been quiet since she was a child, and there was nothing wrong with her.
Wen family education is very strict, it is taboo to talk at the table. But Siwan and Sier love to talk and laugh when they eat in the past two days. Although the old man scolded him several times, it was not effective. As soon as she was coquettish, he left him.
Now, ah Heng came, he didn''t like to talk, but he was a quiet child, but the old man was not used to it.
"Dad..." Wen''s mother gently put down the spoon and stopped talking.
"Yun Yi, what''s the matter?" The old man frowned and looked at his daughter-in-law.
"Can you Can you take Er home? " Wen''s mother is elegant and generous, but at this time she is a little cautious.
"I''ve got someone to take care of her in the house where she lives now. You don''t have to worry." The old man was not happy, but his eyes swept aheng.
Si Guan is still politely chewing rice, but her eyebrows are a little tight.
"Dad, didn''t you love you the most before?" Wen''s mother hesitated and looked at her father-in-law.
"Enough!" The old man slammed the spoon on the table.
Think smile lift eyes, some injured looking at the old man. Wen''s mother didn''t speak any more, but her gentle eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, which was in her heart.
Four weeks quiet, ah Heng a mouthful of soup in the mouth, embarrassed to swallow.
"Yun Yi, if you have time, you might as well add some clothes to aheng." The old man sighed and picked up the spoon again.
Aheng looked at his dirty school uniform, and was suddenly embarrassed.
It''s not that there are no clothes in the wardrobe. It''s just that those clothes belong to others. Most of them look very expensive and they always feel uncomfortable when they wear them. And those clothes from home are gradually out of season, wearing out of season, so, only two sets of school uniforms to wear. Just today, I had a PE class and soiled my clothes. I was seen by Mr. Wen."I see." Wen''s mother''s eyes turned to ah Heng, but she couldn''t see a trace of emotion. Ah Heng lowered his head and slowly swallowed the soup, but it seemed that the fish bone was stuck in his throat.
In fact, the school uniform is very good. Aheng wanted to open his mouth, but he felt that it was not right. He took a look at Siwan quietly. Seeing that he had no special expression, he put down his hanging heart a little. She saw Siwan''s kindness to her at the school gate that day.
"Ah Heng, can we keep up with the school curriculum?" Wen slowed down his tone and looked at the ordinary granddaughter in front of him. He felt some regret in his heart. He, after all, delayed the child.
"Well." Aheng was a little surprised, and then nodded honestly.
"Where there is no way, let Your brother taught you. " When the old man said the word "brother", he repeated his voice.
In an instant, wenmu and Siguan''s face became a little pale.
Brother.
Aheng throat some itchy, open mouth, but can not make sound, just gently nod.
Thinking of holding chopsticks hand but slightly invisible to shake up, a moment later stood up, politely moved the chair: "I''m full." He turned to leave, his heart was so painful that he felt as if he had been pinched. Naturally, he had no time to care about other people''s feelings.
"Yan Xi." Siguan walked back to his room, put the microphone in his ear, and spoke after a moment of silence.
"Well?" The other side has some confused nasal sounds, with a trace of laziness.
"I miss earl." Hold the fingertip of the microphone and tighten it slowly.
"Oh." The other side is too lazy to answer.
"Ash, I said I miss ER!" Think of the sound of smile become bigger, a stuffy breath can''t control, the eye socket slowly red up.
"What are you doing so loud? You son of a bitch, are you crazy The juvenile voice line is clear, the speech is sharp.
"Ash..." Think of your grievances.
"Call the soul son!" The youth sneers, is extremely impatient.
"Do you have to talk to me like that every time?" Siguan''s voice weakened, with a trace of childish and helpless tone.
"I''ve never been gentle to anyone since I was so old!" The voice of the youth is clear, and the rude words around his lips have a special flavor.
"Well What about the land flow Thinking of a pause, careful.
PA, the other party dropped the phone.
Think Guan here to hear Du Du busy tone, know oneself stepped on cat tail, can''t help but smile bitterly.
Ash, or Didn''t you put it down?
I don''t know why, when I miss her, Yan Xi in her head is more and more proud and indifferent, and even her delicate appearance has become a mask.
Naturally, many years later, looking at the end of this trend, in addition to a bitter smile, there are four words like an arrow, in the middle of the eyebrow - nature makes people.
Ah Heng, however, has never seen her since a glance at the parking lot that day.
In the class, we gradually from ah Heng too simple to wear vaguely aware of what. In addition, ah Heng''s Mandarin is really not pleasant. A sentence sounds so fragmented that some snobbish students in the class begin to look at her. When aheng talks, the smile on his lips is often with pity and mockery. He pretends that he does not know, and generally looks at the students around him and makes eye contact, which brings him a superior sense of superiority.
Because there is no decent dress, because of poor, so, it is pitiful; because Mandarin can not speak completely, because of the local tone, so, it is shameful.
Aheng was willing to communicate with everyone at first. Later, he was completely silent and only looked at others with gentle eyebrows and eyes.
Xin Dayi, though aware of the snobbish eyes of the public, but in his heart, he was inexplicably against ah Heng because of his own affairs. He took Wenheng as a stranger, but hoped that Wen Heng would cry or curse because of the crowd''s exclusion, so he had the right to hate her for her.
Unfortunately, from the beginning to the end, Wenheng never grudged a smile, gentle and tough tolerance of all.
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