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Ten Years of Warm Words

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

In 1998, when Aheng first met Yan hope, her eyes were almost stung by the sight.

Before arriving in City B, knowledge of the city's prosperity was confined to the black box most treasured at home, accompanied by the unpredictable onslaught of the rainy season. A clear, sweet female voice, unusually warm amidst the indistinct electrical current, would often be there, sitting on a bamboo stool in front of the medicine stove, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan. Not far away, on a wooden bed, would lie the gentle, shy Zai Zai, her pupils as clear and beautiful as the glass marbles Zai Zai had played with as a child, her eyelashes fluttering as she softly asked her…

"Sister, today's medicine isn't bitter, is it?"

She gripped the palm-leaf fan, her movements slowing, the strong, astringent smell of medicine filling her nostrils. Feeling conflicted, she dared not turn around, her voice soft and hesitant, only managing a mumbled, "Mmm...it's not bitter..."

"Sister, I believe you when you say it's not bitter." Zai Zai looked at her clearly, smiled gently, her clear eyes full of laughter, adding a touch of liveliness to her thin face.

Therefore, when she fed him the lukewarm medicine to his lips, she definitely didn't look at him.

She's not good; when faced with problems she can't solve, she often chooses to escape.

Then, when she left home and was taken to another home, she instinctively ignored even saying goodbye.

From the south to the north, from barrenness to wealth, Wen Heng refused to transition. To put it nicely, he was "gentle by nature and adaptable to any situation"; to put it bluntly, he was "cold-blooded, selfish, and ruthless."

The townspeople were puzzled. They said that Yun Heng had lived in the Yun family for sixteen years and called Yun Dad and Yun Mom "Dad and Mom" sincerely and without any pretense. How could she forget the kindness of her parents after she had her birth parents?

The town mayor's daughter-in-law, who ran a herbal tea shop, raised an eyebrow and smiled with a hint of sarcasm. "It's a pity that the Yun family only has a broken medicine stove and two open-air rooms. If this foster father lived in the government compound, let alone having a sickly deity in the house, he could raise a whole bunch of tigers. Look at that girl, will she leave or stay here!"

That's it. Ah Heng's biological grandfather and father live in a government compound in City B. They are powerful officials who can bring down their poor little town with a stomp of their feet!

Of course, Ah Heng couldn't hear these words. At that moment, she was gritting her teeth and staring intently at the car window, afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would vomit so violently that she would soil the expensive car!

I was in a daze, and I don't know how much time had passed. The scenery rushed past my eyes, my mind was blank, and then it fixed on the gradually clearing neon lights. I felt dizzy, and the sound of strong wind rushed through my ears.

As everything fell silent, the moment she opened her eyes, the car door slowly opened, and slender, slightly bent fingers, carrying a hint of summer sunlight, appeared before her.

Ah Heng admitted that she had an inexplicable expectation for those hands at the time, and looking back, she felt that she might have had some kind of infantile complex.

"Welcome, Yun Heng." The owner of those hands was a boy of seventeen or eighteen, with a very tall and slender figure and deep dimples. He looked at her and smiled brightly. He opened the car door with his right hand and placed his left hand politely on his chest with a gentlemanly and charming demeanor, slightly close to his heart.

"I am Wen Siwan. Grandpa asked me to take you back."

Siwan, Siwan, Wen Heng murmured to himself, gently raised his head, looked carefully into his eyes, and then, realizing something, subtly looked away and lowered his head again, looking slightly embarrassed.

Siwan smiled faintly, thinking that she was just being shy, and didn't take it to heart. She waved goodbye to her grandfather's secretary politely, and took the briefcase from Wen Heng's hand as a matter of course.

Ah Heng looked at Si Wan carrying a suitcase. Si Wan's back was tall and straight. She was not far from Ah Heng, but not close to her, about an arm's length away. Ah Heng was stunned for a moment, and then took a deep breath of air, but the feeling of depression remained in her chest.

Yun Heng and Yun Zai are siblings, but it's fake.

Siwan and Aheng are siblings, really.

But for Aheng, what is false and what is true?

A child from a remote, impoverished area, stepping into the city for the first time, despite her inherent naiveté, always possesses a surprising degree of keen insight. She could see Siwan's unease, such clear rejection, all hidden in her bright, clear eyes, making her so embarrassed that she had no choice but to ignore it.

As Siwan walked, her eyes slowly wandered over the so-called "government compound." Rows of independent white Western-style buildings stood neatly arranged on both sides of the flat and wide road, giving off a clean and efficient feeling, unlike what she had imagined—a compound covered in gold and silver, luxurious and easily revealing the desires in people's hearts.

It was summer, and the trees were lush. Several villas were nestled among the greenery. As Siwan walked along the pebble path and was gradually hidden by the trees, Aheng was still in a daze. By the time she realized what was happening, Siwan had already disappeared.

Whether to advance or retreat, Wen Heng was left with no choice but to stand frozen in place, staring blankly at the forked cobblestone path.

Fortunately, this child is kind and gentle by nature, and not impatient. He knows that if Siwan can't see her, she will naturally go back the way she came. At worst, she will always be able to find someone to ask for directions.

Wen Muxin, her grandfather's name, was something the middle-aged man who looked like a secretary had definitely told her.

At dusk, the beautiful European-style buildings behind the trees cast their light on the warm side, making it feel quite hot.

Subconsciously, she raised her face, intending to look at the setting sun, but instead saw a window bathed in golden sunlight through the cool gaps in the trees.

Years later, on a winter's day, Ah Heng sat in a warm café on a Parisian street, reciting dry medical principles. He would glance up and see a hazy figure outside the window, his breath steaming in the mist. He would unconsciously wipe away the white fog with his fingers, revealing the real, vivid scene outside. He would smile with indulgent joy and relief, vaguely catching a glimpse of time in the exquisite beauty of France. He would jokingly call this moment of remembrance "Secret Of My Boy".

From beginning to end, Yan hope, that fool, never understood that everything was just her secret. Even though she had long since spoiled him from that unrestrained, sharp-tongued, beautiful, sharp, stubborn, and fragile boy into such a distinguished, proud, invincible, and radiant man, the only thing she could whisper on her tongue was—boy, my boy.

That day, her boy was hiding behind the white window screen, while she could only see a vague silhouette of a person, blurry, yet her eyes were unable to look away, as if bewitched, and she could only stand there looking up, staring at that window with a subtle and tense feeling through the gap in the tree.

Its right arm was bent into an elegant arc, with slender, distinct knuckles beneath strings with delicate curves. The body of a violin nestled against its left shoulder, and its jawline was sharp yet carried a fatally alluring quality. Though it was a chaotic image, the powerful sunlight ruthlessly tore apart the subtle ambiguity in her heart. In an instant, that shadow became crystal clear. She almost presumptuously glimpsed its soul. Accompanying the arc of its arm as it moved through the air were real musical notes. Before her ears could register them, her eyes were already stung by its pure and destructive beauty.

I expecte

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