The new school year has begun.


    Yi Yanxi''s results, when ranking, naturally and ah Heng can not sit together.


    The students in the class are familiar with ah Heng. They all think that the girl is upright and good at learning. Sitting together is absolutely no harm. So, this year pick the same table, ah Heng is absolutely popular.


    As a result, due to Chen''s achievements, he sat beside aheng with graceful and small steps: "brother, fate!"


    Ah Heng said with a smile: "yes, yes, fate."


    After a few more people, Xin Dayi came over with a slanting eye and said, "demon, hey, you''re finished, Ouye!"


    Chen was not sure why, but he pointed to Xin Dayi with purple colored fingers: "bah, when did your baboon become a crow? You''re finished! Believe it or not, I''ll kill you, bang


    Unfortunately, his buttocks are not warm yet. Yan Xi came over with a black face and a grim smile. His schoolbag was thrown on a shredded meat table and raised his eyebrows. He did not smile: "what''s the matter? Are you going by yourself or am I going to give you a ride?"


    With her eyes wide open, she vaguely saw the little thing with black wings hovering on Yan Xi''s head. She remembered the experience of being poisoned by the tongue and hidden rules for countless times. She laughed and said, "how can I do that? You can''t talk less. I''m sorry to disturb your father and daughter''s reunion."


    "Ya, a pair of mother sang''s virtue!" Xindayi despised him.


    Shredded meat money moved to: "Yo, Xin Shao, you have good virtue. In the future, small ones have to rely on your influence."


    Then, he sat down beside him.


    Four eyes against each other, crackling and sparking.


    No, it was the people waiting for seats outside the iron window to visit the prison. "You see, what a naked love! At first, Xin Dayi secretly fell in love with Wen Heng. Wen Heng and Xin Dayi had a good relationship. However, because of the blow with Mary, Meiren was stimulated. She felt that the wild flowers were not as fragrant as the flowers at home. The fat water didn''t flow into the field. She robbed his brother''s lover. He staged a father daughter love affair with Wen Heng, leaving Xin Dayi and Mary two sad people who drank to drown their sorrows Life is like death and death. I can''t love you. I can''t wait to breathe... "


    The prison inmate in the iron window, oh, no, is another nest of people who have already arranged their seats with tears in their eyes: "it''s so abusive. It''s killing a person. Next door to Mary, that little fart who shoots arrows with bare buttocks is definitely a stepmother, too his grandmother''s stepmother!"


    The first time aheng heard Sier play the piano was in his mother''s personal concert for him.


    She didn''t know music, but she thought it was too good to listen to. Her hands, flying lightly, arranged and combined on the keys, were far more wonderful than mathematics.


    When the note suddenly, all the people clapped, shaking on the eardrum, like thunder.


    She was wearing a white evening dress, and her neck was white and straight. She looked elegant and noble. She got up and left the piano, picked up the microphone, with a slight shyness and seriousness as the applause continued. "Thank you to my mom, my favorite mom," she said


    Then, aheng sat in the front of the VIP seat, watching the same noble and beautiful mother as Er Er Er came to the stage with red eyes, hugged the girl in such a warm and intimate posture, and was reluctant to let go: "this is my rare treasure, my friends."


    Just in time, it will be a complete success, such as the tide of applause.


    She kept smiling, but there was a pain in her ear.


    Yanxi looked at her, very strange, in a hurry. He was dressed in a white and elegant suit, but he rolled his sleeves irregularly, covered her ears with both hands and muttered.


    In an instant, the world is quiet.


    She smiles at Yan Xi''s mouth opening and closing, and seriously pieced together the words that are too impatient: "darling Darling Darling We Aheng If Learning the piano It must be Play Better... "


    Oh, is that it


    Ah Heng sucked his nose and said with a smile: "Yan Xi, let go, you pressure my ears. It hurts so much."


    Yan Xi let go of her hand, her legs did not have the rules to kneel down on the seat, facing her, big eyes wish to smile into a slit: "really, really, ah Heng, you have to believe me."


    Ah Heng, you believe me. If you also learned piano when you were so young, baby, you must be more precious than rare treasure.


    Si Guan turned his eyes from the stage to the stage, gently concerned: "what are you talking about? Happy to be like this."


    Yan Xi quipped: "secret."


    Siguan was more gentle and concerned: "can''t I say it?"


    Yan Xi does not care, only Bang: "you are a elm head, all said is a secret."


    Think smile bitterly: "when, your secret to others has become a secret against me?"


    Taking advantage of some touching speech on the stage and warm applause from the audience, Yan Xi said with a smile: "what do you say? It''s too noisy. I don''t hear it. "


    All the people in the industry seriously evaluated the performance standard of Sylar to the extraterrestrial standard.


    Ah Heng said seriously to Yan Xi: "Yan Xi, I think I am very interested in music."Yan Xi also said seriously: "daughter, this is a very elegant and easy to doze off interest."


    But life is so boring that we can have fun.


    He pulled out a piano which had been abandoned for many years from the attic full of childhood toys. Then he got free to get familiar with the almost mossy staff and let aheng choose the general and play whatever he chose.


    He said, "Heng Heng, for Mao''s sake, I feel like some people in some shops."


    Ah Heng took a look at Yan Xi''s delicate skin and tender flesh. His face was like snow. He asked cautiously, "cowboy in the nightclub?"


    Yan Xi vomited blood: "I''m a hotel pianist. Heaven and earth, what''s wrong with my tutor... "


    Ah Heng''s face was expressionless: "there are problems everywhere."


    Yan Xi was indignant: "I quit. Let''s go. I''ll treat you today. Let''s listen to people''s sawing and singing!"


    Then, wearing ordinary T-shirts, ordinary cowboys, ordinary clothes, they went to the most famous opera house in the country. These days, the Opera House happened to invite a famous American troupe to perform, a total of 33 performances, one of which was not more than one. After the performance, the opera house took the burden and left, especially with wrist.


    Aheng searched for a long time but couldn''t find the ticket office.


    Yan Xi made a phone call. After a while, someone came, dressed in suits and leather shoes, nodded and bowed down, and sent tickets.


    Ah Heng sighed: "you are too high-quality children, too capitalist."


    Yan Xi: "bang, you raise Wen Muxin''s name, and see if that person''s bending range will be more capitalist!"


    Ah Heng, this is the same. Then he went over and looked at the tickets: "what''s the name of the opera?"


    Yan Xi looked vertically for a long time and spelled it calmly: "m-u-s-e-s."


    Ah Heng spelled "Muses" in the palm of his hand.


    …… Muse? Muse of inspiration?


    Two people sitting in the front row, some feeling, you see, you see, capitalist countries Muse is not the same, even clothes are so capitalist.


    Yan Xi blinked his big eyes: "ah Heng, in addition to a higher voice, can you understand what they are singing?"


    Next to the seat from the sneer disdain hum sound, turn around, next door suit leather shoes, well-dressed.


    Yanxi was holding popcorn and angry: "ah, it''s great to know English. Speak African aboriginal language! Yah, racism, bam Big eyes stare.


    The man lost his temper.


    Ah Heng laughs: "Alas, beauty is a disaster."


    Yan Xi was confused: "who are you talking about?"


    Ah Heng pretended to be stupid and pointed to the woman with white skin and gorgeous beige dress on the stage: "Muse..."


    Yan Xi whispered to aheng and asked solemnly, "who did she harm?"


    Aheng forbear to smile: "can many people."


    It happened to be a climax that Yan hoped to be on the stage. The poor young painter accidentally met the goddess muse, who spread the light of inspiration to the world, and fell in love with her at first sight.


    The handsome young man with golden hair knelt down on one knee: "my noble goddess, why are you so beautiful and take away all my heart and soul. Your silver hair is the most dazzling and pure water in this world, even by my almighty father Zeus.


    "It''s dark all around me, just because of my goddess, your eyes, which dim all the light in this world. The proud Athena goddess gave me wisdom, but I abandoned it, with every bone and soul to miss your red lips, the most beautiful flowers in the world.


    "When the morning wind blows, the sun spreads all over the earth, I open the window, you land on the earth, with God''s love and ignorance of the world, mercilessly let Venus smile at me, put me into the hell of burning fire, for love, eternal life forever!"


    The Muse held up his book of inspiration with a solemn expression: "Dear Lucifer, you''re just falling in love with a part of your body - inspiration that is always mysterious and elusive. Every earthly poet, painter, musician, historian will pour out their love for me. So, in the name of the gods, now I give you inspiration. "


    Lucifer is silent.


    Muse smiles, with clarity and nobility, waves his wand, and the light of inspiration comes to Lucifer.


    Muxie.


    Yan Xi was disappointed: "is this the end?"


    Ah Heng looked at the clock hanging on the four walls: "there should be another scene."


    The last act, with the curtain drawn, is Lucifer, who is still poor. He did not get a trace of splendor because of the Muse''s inspiration.


    He still walked through the vulgar and dirty alleys, always clumsy and slow, looking around blankly, doing heavy odd jobs for a piece of coarse bread.


    All the large pieces of time, previously reserved for painting, are now used for silence and daze, and then, in exchange for the endless ridicule and disdain of the muses in the temple.


    When she stepped into the world again to inspire another poet, the man, Lucifer, had gone to dust forever.The noble goddess looked at the epitaph, and her face, which would never grow old and beautiful, became old and sad for a moment.


    It said: ludicrous lunatic, blind artist Lucifer.


    He didn''t want her inspiration, he preferred not to see his own inspiration. He abandoned the man who belonged to the painter. He was just a pure Lucifer. He was at a loss for the beautiful and pure figure at the beginning of the morning. He was smiling and naive and fell into love.


    A permanent curtain call.


    "This man is so stupid." Ah Heng shakes his head.


    "This goddess, too bad." Yan Xi sighs.


    They looked at each other and laughed.


    She always stands in the woman''s angle to see the question, he unconsciously brings into the man''s thought.


    Suddenly very melancholy, why do we want to see such sad things?


    Mo, life is so beautiful. There are spareribs, Detective Conan, broken piano, and radio. Our whole life is here, not the repression in our throat on the stage, isn''t it?


    "How long have you not had a good cry?" Ah Heng thought of his sister''s sensationalism on the radio.


    Well, I think we just want to find a reason to cry.


    Yan Xi was stunned: "I cried the day before yesterday. You forgot to hold your foot when lifting the piano."


    Ah Heng smiles, ha ha. I''ve never seen such a stupid person. If you lift a piano, you can be crushed by the piano. No. 1 is half an hour. Even Xin Dayi, who lives at the other end of the courtyard, calls: "what''s the matter? Ah Heng, your little ash was beaten by stewed meat rice again? Bang, such a stupid and crying dog, forget it! Later, my brother will give you a pure HA. It''s better to cry than this howling dog! "


    Yan Xi wears his tears and sharpens his kitchen knife. I''ll kill you!


    Aheng was holding Xiaohui and laughing wildly. Unfortunately, he didn''t know that he was also the main character of the play. He looked at the stewed meat rice circling on his forehead. Stewed meat rice Shun Mao, small black eyes turn drips, disdain: stupid dog, look at Mao, scold you!


    Out of the theater is already evening, two people walk in the early autumn street, with a little cool.


    The popcorn didn''t finish. It was held in my hand, and it was cold and sticky.


    Yan Xi thinks of something, reaches into his pocket and takes out a long time. In his hand is a white transparent marbles.


    "Shrimp let me give it to you. The kid said it was won after fighting for a long time at school."


    Ah Heng pinched the marble: "why don''t you give it to me in person?"


    Yan Xi''s hands back to the back of his head: "it''s not afraid you scold him for being playful and not studying hard."


    Ah Heng closed his hands carefully and laughed: "when did I scold him? This is really wrong. "


    "Grandfather Ho''s health has not been good recently." Yan Xi changed the topic with a stiff tone.


    Ah Heng is silent. She knows this. When he set up a stall recently, he always coughed badly. Every time she went to buy vegetables nearby, she would greet her from a long distance. She could always see the old man''s expression of pain, but she coughed to say hello to her.


    "If only it wasn''t shrimp." Aheng''s tone is a little lonely.


    Yan Xi glanced at her: "what?"


    "The shrimp is so small. If I were, I would be able to support that family She sighed with regret.


    "Excuse me for interrupting you, Miss Wen. It seems that you are only one and a half years older than he Xia." Yan Xi sneered.


    Ah Heng has a good temper and looks at him faintly. Where is his anger


    "Yan Xi, in case of grandfather he..." Ah Heng can''t help thinking about the bad. Although he is usually strong and strong, he can''t tolerate any difference when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry


    Yan Xi said with a smile: "this is what I want to say. Ah Heng, if you add a pair of chopsticks in the future, will you feel very hard? "


    Ah Heng is a little silly. He has been talking about Xi in his head. In the end, there are only two words in his head: home.


    Oh, is it the place where Yan Xi''s family is and ah Heng''s home? Is it time to ask for her advice with the attitude of asking family members?


    Who am I She asked him, intermittent voice, accidentally red eyes.


    This sentence is not funny at all. She can no longer smile lonely like looking at her mother and er''er. She can only feel nervous and have no place to put her hands and feet.


    Yan Xi sighed, stretched out his hands and hugged tightly.


    "Who are you? Let me think, can not go back to the past Yunheng, can not go to the future of Wenheng, around only Yanxi ah Heng, don''t know when will go crazy, abandon all Yan Xi''s relatives, which one do you want to choose? "


    Ah Heng, when I stopped calling you Wenheng a long time ago and only read you a Heng, which one would you choose?


    Ah Heng, when I deliberately call your daughter and keep talking about our ah Heng, which one do you choose?


    I often compare, which one is more beautiful? Which one makes you feel that you are no longer an adult to take on all responsibilities? Which one makes you feel like a kid to cheat on? Which one can make my ah Heng happier?I often feel that I am too narrow-minded and cynical. The world has treated me unfairly. However, you suppress my hate, has been, so hard. I wonder if there is any better way to repay your dearest affection


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