She sighed, "Yanxi, do you want to imitate my tears? Foolish, it'll hurt your eyes." Besides, how can you imitate someone who knows nothing?
Those were tears, shed for you.
Why would you shed tears if not for someone else?
He looked at her, continued to smile, mimicking that expression—an incredibly ugly expression, an expression of wanting to cry but still holding back—and slowly, tears streamed down his face, surging and sorrowful.
She was surprised, but still smiled, with a doting and gentle expression—"So alike."
He laughed too, he was addicted to imitating her.
All she knew was that patients with hysteria had a strong ability to mimic.
However, what they don't know is that patients suffering from hysteria may occasionally regain consciousness.
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Yan's father only said that he had taken leave, and it seemed that he did not intend to stay for a long time, so he stayed in a hotel.
Ah Heng said, "Yan hope won't hurt me or anyone else. Uncle Yan, believe me, even if you take him back to America, don't send him to the hospital. His illness isn't that serious. That place is... not suitable for Yan hope to live in."
Her tone was earnest, but he remained silent.
There is a cactus in the house, placed in front of the window. It is growing very lushly, and it is usually Ah Heng who takes care of it.
Ah Heng spoke to Yan Fu in a tone that was almost humble.
Yan Xi stood in front of the cactus, looking down and fiddling with the seven-linked rings.
Suddenly, he screamed loudly, looking extremely agitated.
Aheng's father walked over, but Yan hope uprooted the cactus, grabbed it, and the dense, hard thorns pierced his finger flesh in an instant, leaving his hand covered in blood. He looked at Aheng with a face full of sorrow and determination, and smashed it over.
Ah Heng stared at him blankly, forgetting to dodge, as the cactus brushed past her trouser leg.
She said that Yanxi is a good child and would not hurt others, especially me.
She said, "Uncle Yan, please believe me, don't send Yan hope to the hospital."
So he broke her vow.
"In life and death, in separation and reunion, we are bound together; hand in hand, we will grow old together." This phrase, though beautiful in sound, is truly a profound tragedy.
In particular, there is only one person who fantasizes about forever.
Chapter 48
Yan hope left, and she watched the car disappear into the distance.
Where he went was no longer her concern, and she no longer wanted to know.
Finally, even she abandoned him.
Yan hope, this is what you wanted, isn't it? I've given it to you, but are you happy now?
When she sent Yan Anbang back to China, she smiled and said to the man, "Uncle Yan, you can go back to the United States. After I move my things out, I will mail the key to you."
He looked at her, his gaze heavy with reluctance.
And that woman, behind everyone's back, whispered in her ear.
She said, "Wen Heng, thank you so much for helping me so much."
The fragrance of plum blossoms, the shimmering luster of sea pearls, and that smile was truly gentle.
Ah Heng smiled faintly—"You haven't forgotten what I'm still holding in my hand, have you?"
Lin Ruomei smiled, her eyes full of kindness—"If I told you that what you're holding right now is worthless in front of the Lu family, would you believe me?"
Ah Heng felt a pang in her heart and softly said, "It doesn't matter anymore."
Nothing matters anymore.
Her persistence and decisiveness are like a joke.
The past has led us to the present, and we laugh at it for others; the present looks back to the past, and we laugh at it for ourselves.
However, it was all just laughter.
Siwan helped her pack her things. What does it matter if the Wen family members are living in the Yan family's house?
Upon hearing the news, Xin Dayi rushed into the Yan family home, grabbed Aheng's wrist, his eyes red and his teeth clenched, looking as if he were about to kill someone.
"Why?!"
Ah Heng's eyes remained calm as she looked at him, almost smiling.
"Why what?"
Although this boy was always impulsive, he was always kind and tolerant towards his closest friends and family. He cherished every friendship, so he would never say a harsh word to a friend unless absolutely necessary. But right now, he was genuinely angry, gripping Aheng's wrist tightly—"Aheng, you're a real friend! That's Yan Xi, Yan Xi! Not a cat, not a dog, not something you can play with for a couple of days and then throw away when you don't like it anymore, that's a living, breathing person!"
Siwan frowned – “Dayi, what nonsense are you talking about?”
Da Yi raised his thick eyebrows – “You’re the least qualified to speak, get the hell out of my way! Don’t think I don’t know how you’ve been slandering Yan Xi. You’ve been hiding Lin Wanwan and talking about Yan Xi in front of Lu Liu all the time. Besides these two, what other tricks can you use? You can live your whole life clinging to your Wen surname!”
He may be a bit carefree and naive, but that doesn't mean he's brainless!
Siwan's handsome face showed a mix of emotions, but he remained composed and held back.
Aheng shook off Da Yi's hand and said with a smile, "Da Yi, stop fooling around. I'm very busy here. You should go home first. We can talk about it another day."
Xin Dayi laughed in anger, “Very well! This is the person Yan hope cherishes. One spent two years in Vienna with an icy face, and the other is here pretending to be stupid to perfection. You two don’t make a fuss, you’re both very quiet and very noble!”
Ah Heng smiled faintly, "Xin Dayi, you're so kind, why didn't you stop Uncle Yan and keep Yan hope here? Wouldn't that have suited your wishes perfectly, making everyone happy?"
Xin Dayi was stunned.
Why couldn't it be done two years ago, and why can't it be done two years later?
This makes it seem as if he has the final say and whatever he decides is what he wants.
After a long pause, the young man, impulsive and reckless, his eyes reddening, said, "I'd love to! But what good is it if anyone else is better than you?!"
Ah Heng, since you're so smart, how could you not know that some people, though you can't quite explain why they're good, are irreplaceable?
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She gradually moved most of her belongings away.
Her room was on the second floor, with no trees casting shadows outside the window, and the sunlight was at its best.
Siwan looked at her room and said with some guilt, "Aheng, I'm sorry you had to suffer like this. I remember you hate sunlight the most."
Ah Heng smiled but remained silent.
That day, there was someone with such a warm smile, counting on their fingers as if reciting a familiar story—Aheng, you like sunshine, you like black and white cool colors, right?
Is that right?
It happened so long ago, I can hardly remember it.
Siwan gently patted her shoulder, her dimples deepening with a smile—"Mom has prepared your room at home, waiting for you to come back. We'll clean up the rest of the clutter in a few days."
Ah Heng glanced at the wall; the little rabbit-eared figure was no longer very clear. She smiled, turned around, and said, "Let's go... home."
I used to think that the house was crowded, noisy, and chaotic, but now I realize that was just an illusion.
She went back, and her mother was very happy. She held her hand and chatted with her endlessly. She felt that she had always been filial, so she went along with her mother's words and made her smile.
Si'er's expression wasn't very good, and she glared at her several times.
In some cases, the roles are reversed. Not long ago, she had been looking at her mother and Si'er with the same jealousy.
Before, when I was in Wushui, I always felt that I was very mature, like an adult, able to help my parents and take care of Zai Zai. After a year here, I have grown more than just a little bit compared to before.
What one desires but cannot obtain, one is invincible when one has no desires.
She watched as Si'er learned to hold her hand affectionately in front of her mother, but in private, she didn't follow her example and let go. Si'er only did half the job; she wanted to do the whole thing.
There are discerning people watching in public, and clever people watching behind the scenes.
She was disgusted by receiving even the slightest bit of pity from her grandfather and brother. Even without any affection, she wanted to become influential in the Wen family.
Wen Si'er sneered, "Wen Heng, what are you pretending to be so well-behaved for? Are you faking it?"
Ah Heng smiled brightly, "Yes, how could I feel at ease if I didn't pretend to be obedient and kick you out of the Wen family?"
Si'er's face darkened, she snorted coldly, and went into Wen Siwan's room.
Ah Heng was still smiling.
Wen Si'er is skilled in piano and ballet and is favored by the Wen family, which Wen Heng cannot do. However, Wen Heng is always in the top three of her grade, has a well-behaved personality, and carries the Wen family blood. Which of you, Wen Si'er, can do that?
They both have the surname Wen, so who is much worse than the other?
I don't know where my current struggle comes from, just as I don't know where my previous lack of struggle came from.
People change.
Another three months have passed since the last March.
It's already very hot in August.
Siwan always watched her expression, and somewhat awkwardly brought up that person, carefully saying when he would visit, and then tactfully asked her, "Aheng, do you want to go to Tianwu Hospital?"
Ah Heng, with a slight smile on his face, said while doing physics problems, "You're all set now, aren't you?"
Wait until you're free, then make yourself busy again, and then wait until you're free again.
Xiaoxia is about to enter high school, and every time she asks her with teary eyes where that person is, Aheng says indifferently, "He's gone mad." Then, whether he's dead or not, if you want to find him, you should first drive yourself mad.
The child will immediately shut up and bury his head in his studies.
Xin Dayi spoke to her through his nose, humming and snorting. Chen Juan tried kicking and hitting him, but to no avail. She could only awkwardly say, "Aheng, I know you have your reasons."
Regarding the matter of abandoning Yan hope.
He naturally wouldn't say that, although, in his view, that was indeed the case.
Ah Heng just smiled.
What could be wrong with her? Even she herself doesn't know.
In this world, no one is without grievances or suffering. In the eyes of Buddha, all beings are sinful and pitiful. Well said, well said. In this sense, she must have her own reasons for suffering.