Ah Heng asked what was wrong, whether Dayi was sick.
Chen Juan's smile froze. "No, it's a friend. He's had a fever for two days and it hasn't gone down. There's no one home, so Da Yi went to take care of him."
Ah Heng nodded. Chen Juan had the driver walk to the state-run pharmacy. When he got out of the car, Ah Heng followed him out and helped him choose medicine.
She said, "Doctor, ciprofloxacin, cephalexin tablets, the same three-day supply, ibuprofen, three pills, um, not tablets, I want capsules."
After paying, Aheng handed the plastic bag containing the medicine to Chen Juan, then pointed to the medicine and instructed him—Ciprobamate is an anti-inflammatory; it should be taken three times a day.
Take it half an hour after meals. It's ibuprofen, not a tablet, and it's not bitter. Take one tablet a day. After the fever subsides, don't let him take it anymore.
Chen Juan nodded, his smile more painful than tears, and said, "I know, I'll remember."
Ah Heng looked up, her usually gentle smile now showing surprise. "Why are your eyes red?"
Chen Juan turned his face away, refusing to look at her. "Little aunt, didn't you see? It's windy at night, and it's getting in your eyes."
She nodded and said, "We'll be waiting for you." Looking around, she saw an upscale residential area and said, "Is this the place? Go quickly and come back soon."
She turned around, shielding herself from the wind, and walked towards the car.
He walked quickly, and wherever he went, he finally couldn't hold back his tears.
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In February 2005, Wen Hengyun flew back to H City.
In March, the playboy Yan Longzi attended the Lu family's new year spring clothing launch event. He sat and chatted intimately with Lu's grandson, which drew criticism from many.
Chapter 93
In my senior year, with fewer general education classes, the evenings were always quite boring. While my roommates loved to go shopping, Ah Heng preferred quiet and would run around the track alone.
One lap, two laps, three laps...
A standard 400-meter circular track, on a spring night, with the four corner lights blazing brightly, even the swaying of the grass can be clearly seen.
Some things, if kept inside, won't cause problems over time; they'll simply evaporate.
After running, she sprawled out on the grass. Many couples nearby gazed at the stars and the moon, whispering sweet nothings. But she looked down at the grasshoppers in the grass, caught a few, strung them together with grass, and gave them to Zai Zai.
I caught it, you can borrow it to play with, don't always stay at home.
She gently stroked his hair with her hands, a tenderness that was never present before.
The boy held the cricket in his hand, smiling gently.
When she looked at him, it was like looking in a mirror. His expression, tone of voice, posture, and temperament were all exactly the same, calm and undisturbed, like a glass of lukewarm water.
Remembering the purpose of her visit to Yunzai's apartment, she took out a stack of Xuan paper and handed it to him.
Yun was stunned and asked what it was.
Ah Heng said, "These are some Buddhist verses I copied, in basic regular script. Use them to practice your handwriting. You're such a big kid, and your handwriting is terrible. Your father and I spoiled you when you were little; you said you wouldn't practice if you didn't like it, and look at this..."
She flipped through his notes; the handwriting was messy and scribbled, like scribbles. Ah Heng frowned, amused yet helpless.
Yun picked up a thick stack of Xuan paper, neat and tidy, each stroke perfect for practicing calligraphy.
He hesitated and asked her, "Just so I can practice calligraphy?"
Ah Heng thought for a moment, smiled, and said, "By the way, it's good for tempering your temper. You're still young, and your thinking is a bit off. Practicing calligraphy will help you cultivate your character and temperament, which will be very beneficial."
This statement is undeniably subtle.
However, Ah Heng already harbored some unease. A few days ago, she asked Zai Zai how Si'er was doing, and whether she had any feelings for her. As a result, the young man said that Wen Si'er's eyes were too big, her height was too short, her lips were not thin enough, and her eyebrows did not resemble distant mountains.
She frowned upon hearing this, but said nothing. She wrote some words overnight and sent them over.
Yunzai is an extremely intelligent child. Looking at the calligraphy model, she just smiled and said gently, "I will practice hard, elder sister."
It was Xiao Wu's birthday in the dorm, and being a womanizer, I invited Yun Zai along in addition to my roommates. My excuse was, "Your brother is my brother too, but of course, if you'd like him to be my man, I wouldn't mind."
In April or May, everyone gathered around to eat cake. Xiao Wu was the birthday boy, and he was incredibly arrogant. He made everyone drink a lot of alcohol, both baijiu and beer. Even Ah Heng, who has a high alcohol tolerance, felt a little dizzy.
Yun is in poor health and should not drink alcohol. Whenever he is supposed to drink, Aheng always politely declines his offer.
Xiao Wu was drunk, and he dazedly touched Aheng's face, pouting, "Where can you find a sister like this? I want one too."
The clouds are like crescent moons, I'd rather you were my older sister.
Xiao Wu's eyes sparkled. Look at the child, how sweet-talking and charming! Okay, have another drink!
He then handed over a full glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor).
Yun Zai still smiled. Aheng, helpless, twitched, took the wine, and drank it down.
Finally, the party ended, and almost everyone in dormitory 208 was drunk. Xiao Wu was the most drunk and could barely stand, but he hugged Aheng and kept kissing the child's cheek, saying that our Aheng must be happy.
Ah Heng smiled, her face flushed, and nodded in agreement.
Xiao Wu pointed at her and said, "You're not allowed to cry secretly at night, understand?"
Ah Heng smiled, her face still flushed. When did I secretly cry?
Xiao Wu pouted, "The bed shakes every day, and the pillow is always wet. Do you think we're idiots?"
Wuying regained some composure, grabbed Xiao Wu, and said, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Then, he said to Yun, "You accompany your sister for a while, have some drinks, and we'll take Xiao Wu back to sleep first."
Yun nodded. Aheng had drunk quite a bit and was still not very talkative even when drunk, only grinning and waving to everyone.
He pointed and took her hand. She didn't resist, pointing to the neon lights and saying, "Wow, we didn't have anything this beautiful when we were kids!"
He smiled and said yes, yes, gentle and elegant, slipping down, extending his fingers, their ten fingers intertwined.
With her.
Ah Heng looked down and saw their hands. He chuckled and pinched Yun Zai's cheek with his other hand, "Let me hold your hand one last time. Yun Zai, you've grown up. You can't act like a little kid anymore, you know?"
He nodded, "Yes, I know."
I know you didn't sneak any white sugar cakes when you were little, I know you didn't slack off when you were writing calligraphy, I know you didn't break your father's inkstone, I know you didn't secretly envy the pork belly in my bowl, I know you've grown up a long time ago, I know all of this.
He said, "Yunheng, how much of what I know do you still remember?"
Ah Heng chuckled, "I remember, we were really something else back then. We even managed to knock away the neighbor, Brother Li, who was proposing marriage, with a medicine pot."
Yun is laughing. You're mistaken. It's not a medicine pot, it's a medicine stove.
Ah Heng looked up at the sky with her little face up and said, "Nonsense, I clearly remember it was a medicine jar."
Yun sighed, "You've definitely misremembered. That medicine stove is the one you usually use to brew medicine for me."
Ah Heng touched his nose, and I said, "Something's not right. The medicine pot is so brittle, how come it wasn't broken back then? Turns out I remembered it wrong."
Yun smiled, squeezed her hand, but said nothing.
He remembered clearly more than just this one.
He had long known, through the malicious gossip of his neighbors and the unintentional slips of his parents' tongue, that the so-called Ah Heng was never his biological sister.
She herself was not going to live long; by the time she was thirteen, she already looked like an old man, waking up for only two or three hours each day, spending the rest of her time sleeping in her arms.
Even if one had any innocent thoughts during their youth, they were all worn away by illness.
Someone came to propose marriage, saying they wanted to marry Aheng, but they only brought a string of pork and ten thousand yuan, saying they would use the money to pay for his medical treatment. At that moment, he was heartbroken. The pain of being sick was intense; he was suffering from two kinds of pain: first, the pain of being forced to sell his sister because of poverty; second, the pain of loving someone but not being worthy of loving them. At that moment, he didn't know where the strength came from, but he rolled off the bed, crawled to the medicine stove that was meant to save his life, and with all his might, smashed it against the person, thinking that death would end everything.
A few days later, a car arrived with a person. Then, even his Ah Heng was taken away.
In the hospital, humiliated by the betrayal of his sister, he couldn't understand the difference between living and dying. The doctor told him the surgery might not go well and could be fatal, but he was secretly pleased. In life-or-death situations, Ah Heng would always come to see him. Seeing her one last time, even death seemed insignificant.
But she refused to come. Her mother said that it was inconvenient for Aheng to study away from home. Her mother got anxious and blurted out Yunheng's full name, not realizing she had said the wrong thing. She made up her mind and asked if Yunheng could answer the phone.
The other party replied that Aheng's surname was Wen. They said, "You can decide how much money you want; stop bothering me."
Aheng's surname is Wen.
How much money do you want?
How much money would it take for Yun Zai to buy another sister named Yun Heng?
His heart ached so much that he felt uncomfortable even vomiting. Before going to the operating table, he was in a daze and could only think of eight words.
This is priceless; where can I buy it?
Fortunately, I survived. Fortunately, I met a blind man.
Upon first meeting him, the man stared at him for a long time before getting straight to the point: "Do you know someone named Yun Zai?"
The second time they met, he spoke frankly about a woman named Wen Heng who was deeply in love with him and whom he couldn't shake off. He asked her if she had any way to relieve his worries.
On their third meeting, he tested the waters by offering a paltry 300,000. The man, however, didn't hesitate, readily discarding the woman he so desperately wanted—his elder sister.
That person was extremely beautiful, but had a heart as venomous as a scorpion. He liked to be close to people, chatting and talking, and was used to being within arm's reach.
His name is Yan hope.
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Ah Heng went home for the May Day holiday.
Siwan's company is all on track, and his relationship with his girlfriend is heating up; they're probably going to get married, but unfortunately, Old Master Wen is holding firm and won't budge. Da Yi hasn't had a girlfriend yet, and Old Master Xin is getting anxious. He called Aheng home and said, "Aheng, our little rascal hasn't dated anyone, and you're the only girl around him. Is he secretly in love with you but afraid to say it?"
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Ah Heng = =, yeah, yeah, he has a crush on me.
In the blink of an eye, he caught Xin Dayi, and said with a forced smile, "Dayi, when did I offend you? Why are you using me as a shield?"
Xin Dayi was also quite worried. "Aheng, since you don't have a boyfriend right now, why don't we put on a play to ease my old man's mind?"
Mary sneered, her eyes practically squinting upwards.
Ah Heng was speechless. My mom is also quite worried. Why don't you suggest letting Chen Juan come home with me and put my mom's mind at ease? = =
You two fathers-in-law are causing trouble and dragging others into it. Aren't you shameless?
Mary nodded vigorously, "Okay, Ah Heng, I love you, we're a couple. If you give me a son, I'll buy you a BMW."