"Auntie, I won't send Aheng back to the Wen family. There's no need to discuss this. Yes, you still want to know the reason? Look at the wounds on her back! No mother would be so heartless to her own daughter. Fine, you're just emotionally overwhelmed, you can't face her. Yes, she does have the surname Wen..."
Suddenly, the boy raised his voice, his expression turning furious, almost shouting, "You say her surname is Wen, but besides her surname, what the hell does she belong to you, or the Wen family?! You, and your Wen family, have no reason for me to back down!!!"
He hung up the phone, pressed his head against the window, panting heavily, his fingers clenched so tightly they turned white.
Breathing in and out.
As if sensing a touch of warmth, he turned around, and there was that person smiling at him, chuckling softly, looking quiet and gentle.
She waved, mimicking how he used to greet her long ago, "Yo, man, good morning."
Yan hope's sharp, volatile eyes instantly cleared. He walked to her side, bent down, and quietly looked at her. After a long while, he smiled—"How stupid… you actually got hit. Ah Heng, you are Yan Xi's daughter, the legendary Yan Xi, the King of Fighters."
Ah Heng = =, I'm so sorry, Mr. Yan.
He asked her, "Does your back still hurt?"
Ah Heng said, "That's nonsense. Yan hope, you try getting beaten until your back is bruised and battered."
Yan hope scolded her, "You're stupid. Can't you even shout a little? You cried so loudly that the neighbors could hear you. And she still dared to hit you. Your mother cares most about her reputation."
Ah Heng lowered her head, sniffed, and muttered to herself, "Why didn't I think of that?"
Yan hope ╮(╯_╰)╭——Daughter, there's still so much for you to learn from me.
Ah Heng chuckled—Yan hope, the way you frown makes you look like a decrepit old man.
Da Yi and Chen Juan came to visit the sick. Da Yi and A Heng had met before, but this was the first time Chen Juan had seen them, so they exchanged pleasantries.
Chen Juan had changed back into normal men's clothes, in the most fashionable colors and styles. He still looked extremely handsome, but his masculine spirit remained undiminished.
Over the years, despite our constant bickering and playful arguments, we still don't get along.
But when she saw Ah Heng, she cried out in despair, "Girl, I've worn my legs out so badly from running around trying to help you keep your man. How are you going to compensate me?"
Ah Heng just looked at him and smiled without saying a word.
Chen Juan didn't mind at all, and recounted in great detail the days when Yan hope wasn't by her side. From how many shows she had walked in and how many programs she had done, to how many meals she ate each day and how much she still loved pork ribs.
In conclusion, it's regrettable to say that whether you are here or not has absolutely no impact on Yan Meiren'er.
Chen Juan chimed in, mimicking Yan hope's mannerisms on television in a strange way—a manner that had been frequently captured on camera: "Hello everyone, I am Yan hope."
Every time, the same opening remarks.
Hello everyone, I'm Yan hope.
Nonsense, even if you didn't say it, everyone in the country would know you're Yan Xi, given how frequently you appear on TV.
But every time, it's the same sentence.
Yan Xi said loudly, holding Aheng's hand, his black hair falling over his eyes, "Hello, I'm Yan hope."
That look was like a fear that others might not remember him.
Ah Heng smiled too, her voice gentle—I know.
Yan hope said, "Originally, I was prepared to say this fifty years after I had not seen you again."
Heaven? Perhaps. Perhaps I'll only see you in heaven.
How could he not know how terrible time is? If he didn't show himself in public every day, time would leave its mark, and he would be unrecognizable, making it hard for her to remember him anymore.
There is still such a person in this world.
Oh, his name is Yan hope. Oh, he's someone I met once, in three years out of seventy, a minuscule amount.
He smiled and whispered, "Baby, I've always been fine. Like Mary said, I'm fine without you. But that doesn't mean you're not important."
You know what I mean, right?
Yan hope never appeared for the sake of thousands of listeners, but for one person among thousands of listeners.
Chapter 77
Chapter 77
When Aheng returned home—or rather, when Yanxi's home—she couldn't help but smile.
In the open space in front of the white building, a small flower bed is surrounded by a wooden fence around the banyan tree.
In winter, the grass and trees have withered, and it's impossible to tell what was planted. In the flowerbed, a small shovel and a bucket are carelessly tossed about, looking as if no one has tended to them for a long time.
But from a distance, it has an indescribable charm.
Ah Heng teased him, "Are you ready to become a farmer?"
Yan hope said seriously, "Daughter, how about we grow... spare ribs together? ^_^"
Ah Heng = =, looked down at the withered grass, and said, "It's weeds. Yan hope, you must have abandoned it after you surrounded it."
Yan hope didn't care, he was just being unreasonable—anyway, you're back, so watch the seed grow.
With a loud whistle, Braised Pork Rice and Little Gray rushed out of the house, drooling and staring at Yan hope with green eyes.
Ah Heng couldn't bear to look—how long had you starved them?
Yan hope took out canned meat and a large piece of bread from his pocket, threw them to them, and grimaced—you have no idea how much they eat.
Ah Heng said gently, "I know."
I've always known. Because I raised them.
When the braised pork rice saw Ah Heng, it blinked its little eyes, refused to eat the bread, flew around her for a long time, and then cried out in a shrill voice—Ah Heng, Ah Heng!
Like a bomb, it rushed straight into Aheng's arms, looking extremely excited, with the feathers on its little head standing up.
Little Grey, however, remained still, only focusing on licking the canned meat.
Yan hope felt embarrassed and kicked the puppy, which had gotten several sizes bigger. Little Gray didn't react; its tail was raised in the air as it happily ate.
Ah Heng gently soothed the braised pork rice with her hand, looked at Little Grey, and smiled—clearly, it didn't remember me.
Yan hope coughed, patted Xiao Hui's head, and glared at him—"I've spoiled you for nothing. Your mother's back, and you haven't even reacted."
Ah Heng smiled and said, "It's alright, it's alright. The main thing is, when I left, it was still small and didn't remember me."
Little Grey shook its head in confusion, a bright red butterfly bell tied around its neck, tinkling crisply.
Ah Heng squatted down. On the bell were two characters engraved. Although they were delicate, they were not Yan hope's seal script.
Never forget.
Four words: Signature, Chu Yun.
Ah Heng paused for a moment, her face expressionless, then smiled and stood up.
Yan hope was embarrassed. "Chu Yun, you know him, right? It's just..."
Aheng continued, "She is 1.63 meters tall and weighs 45 kilograms. She joined Beijing Television in 2002, starting behind the scenes. An unexpected audition led to her being noticed and promoted by higher-ups to become an evening news anchor. Her fresh and natural hosting style, coupled with her good looks, made her a popular figure, and she remains so to this day. She loves small animals, especially butterflies, and is passionate about charity work. She has publicly stated that her ideal type is a man like a sunflower."
complete.
Yan hope twitched—How do you know more than I do?
Ah Heng smiled calmly—"I always need to know if she is kind, if she is beautiful... and if you... are you worthy of her?"
The braised pork rice perched on Ah Heng's finger, its little wings fluttering as it chuckled.
Yan hope, in a moment of anger, retorted – "I'm more than good enough for her!"
Ah Heng glanced sideways—where is he?
Yan hope, uh, we broke up.
However, we broke up amicably.
He felt uncomfortable and emphasized the word "peace".
Ah Heng, she dumped you.
What she really wanted to know was whether they had watched the sunset together while holding Little Grey, whether they had listened to the same songs with the same earphone, whether they had suddenly hugged each other for no reason, whether he had drawn her eyebrows and eyes with half a pencil, whether he had squeezed white toothpaste onto his lips and pretended to be an old man for her, and whether he had suddenly looked at her and smiled.
However, it seems there's no right to ask such obvious questions.
Yan hope crossed her arms and rested them behind her head, looking up at the sky with her big eyes on the soft, fluffy clouds, pretending not to hear.
After a while, looking at Ah Heng pitifully, she said, "Daughter, I'm hungry."
He wanted to say, "The food at the hospital is inedible! There isn't even a rib! I've been eating with you for three days straight!"
Ah Heng lowered his head and teased the braised pork rice—he was really annoying, wasn't he?
It's been bothering me, hasn't it?
However, in the end, I complied with his request and made a whole table full of food... braised pork ribs, stewed pork ribs, winter melon pork ribs, steamed pork ribs.
He looked like a little kid, with chubby cheeks and his eyes crinkling with laughter as he shoveled rice into his mouth.
The wound on my back had just scabbed over and was wrapped in a white bandage, running from my ribs to below my left chest. Changing the dressing was inconvenient; if I wasn't careful, I could tear the wound and it would hurt for a long time.
Yan hope said, "Aheng, if you don't mind, I can help you."
Ah Heng blushed, furious inside, and threw the pillow at him.
He thought she had just returned home after a brief journey through the world, but had become unpredictable.
How could she know for sure that Ah Heng was just sad that in his eyes, even though she was a woman, her gender was always something that could be ignored?
Alternatively, Aheng could be a woman or a man; whether male or female, as long as she is Aheng, that is enough.
Yan hope was at a loss. A Heng bought a case of chocolate milk, changed the subject with a dark face, and asked him how long it had been since the refrigerator had been cleaned.
Yan hope felt wronged, "I can't cook."
Ah Heng stared at him blankly, then suddenly smiled and sighed—"You, you."
That person thought that with Ah Heng back, everything could be taken for granted, and the world would be the best it could be.
But I truly hope that heaven will have mercy and let this boy grow up quickly.
That smiling face, that doting expression, is frozen in 2003. I was unaware of the impermanence of life, unaware of growing old in a day. Fortunately, I have only a pen to record it.
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