Yan Xi grabbed the man's collar, roaring loudly, veins bulging between his pale knuckles—"Who the hell do you think you are! It's just a Mercedes, what are you trying to prove by showing off like this! Don't even mention a Mercedes, even if my daughter crashed into a BMW, Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Bugatti Veyron, or even four of them at once, let's see if I can afford to pay for it!"
The man was startled and stammered, pointing at the young police officer—"Police, look at this man's behavior, aren't you going to do anything about it...aren't you going to do anything about it!"
Yan hope's face turned bright red as he roared, panting heavily—"This is my quality, so what! My father, my grandfather, and I are all from B City. My ancestors for eight generations have all been from B City. This is the quality of people from B City, so what! What the hell are you pretending to be from B City for? My great-grandfather was probably eating mud somewhere when he was fighting to liberate B City!"
The man was dumbfounded; he had never seen anyone so eloquent.
The young police officer was also startled, realizing things had gotten out of hand. He stepped between the two and said to Yan hope, "Dude, let go, that's enough!"
Yan hope sneered, but clenched her fists even tighter—"I'm a perfectly fine girl at home, I was fine until I went out to set up a stall, and in the blink of an eye I'm covered in injuries, and you guys are bullying me and cursing me. What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?!"
Seeing the man struggling to breathe because Yan Xi's tie was stuck, the young policeman panicked, pointing his baton at Yan Xi—"Let go, you bastard!!!"
Yan hope grabbed the young policeman's baton, threw it on the ground, looked at him contemptuously, and raised his voice eight octaves—"If you don't apologize to my girl today, I'm not letting you go!!!"
The young police officer got angry too—"You're trying to assault a police officer, aren't you?!"
"I assaulted a police officer, so what? Do whatever you want!" Yan hope turned his head, glanced at Aheng, just at her gray coat, and his eyes inexplicably reddened—"My daughter won't stand this humiliation, she can't bear this injustice!!!"
Ah Heng panicked and lost her composure—"Yan Xi, let go! Let go!"
Yan hope was silent for a few seconds, gazing intently at his girl with a tender yet awkward expression.
"Yanxi, I'm not wronged, not at all." Aheng looked into Yanxi's eyes, speaking softly, her eyes glazed over, her nose stinging terribly.
"Plop," "Plop," tears welled up and fell uncontrollably in an instant.
Yan hope was stunned and let go.
He walked up to Aheng, pulled her into his arms, and then Aheng buried her head in the boy's chest, crying and sobbing like a child, becoming unrestrained and indulgent.
The boy clumsily wiped away her tears with his fingers, while gently patting her back with his other hand. His cool, soft palm teased her softly, "If you're not upset, why are you crying?"
Ah Heng continued to shed tears, sniffling and mumbling in a nasal voice—"I don't know, I wasn't wronged at first, but after seeing you, I feel wronged."
Who knows? I wasn't upset at all, but then I saw you.
"I'm the one who's wronged. My green-haired monster died again because of you!" Yan hope laughed, his face stunningly beautiful, but his eyes were even redder.
No matter how serious the matter, no matter how strong you and I are, we were easily defeated by each other.
In his spare time, he was always thinking.
Over the past decade, there have been many ups and downs. Even though they are not together, they still live actively according to their own understanding of the true meaning of life. They even feel fortunate at times that because they are not together, no matter how great the grievances are, they will not be defeated.
And so, the girl with black hair and black eyes who always lived vividly in his life was a gentle thorn, stuck deep in his eye, impossible to remove. Occasionally, her grievances would touch that thorn, and his own eyes would well up with tears. Heaven knew that some things were clearly not meant to affect him, but because it was her grievances, they so unconditionally and simply became his grievances.
Like the flu, she infected him. She smiled through her pain, but he couldn't help but stir up his grievances because of the sting in his eyes. He could only take it back from others. When things calmed down and stopped, she hurriedly coaxed him to forget all his unhappiness, as if that was the true end.
Then, the thorn, like an antenna, silently retracted, and his eyes cleared, as if giving up.
The rain has stopped and the sky is clear.
Chapter 40
"I should have sent Siwan." She said to Yan hope with a smile.
Such recklessness! The two of them cried their hearts out at the police station, it was truly shameful.
Yan hope rolled his eyes—Why didn't you give that little police officer Wen Siwan his number? That way, my green-haired monster wouldn't be torn to pieces!
Ah Heng was embarrassed—she had accidentally forgotten.
Back then, the Mercedes was aggressive, and the young police officer in his green uniform was dazzling. When he asked for her phone number, she never expected that he would immediately ask for Yan hope's phone number.
So, after thinking about it, I seriously came up with a reason and sighed—"Hey, Yan hope, I just felt like I needed to be claimed back then..."
Even if he calls Siwan, he will still hand himself over to Yanxi.
That's too much trouble.
So why go through all that trouble?
Yan hope narrowed his eyes—this reason is excellent, very good!
Then, he slammed upstairs, slammed the door, and banged it shut.
Ah Heng was helpless; this guy's temper was getting worse and worse.
Less than two seconds later, Little Gray Towel was thrown out. Ah Heng was startled, pounced, and caught it.
The little towel puppy was already sniffling and crying. He just took a nap in the beauty's room in the evening, so what...?
Yan Meiren's voice came from afar—Keep your dog under control!
Ah Heng smiled and gently patted the puppy's fluffy little head—How should I take care of you?
You idiot, he clearly doesn't like you...
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As Siwan wished, Si'er was admitted to Xilin University. Siwan moved up to the third year, and her work in the student council naturally stopped, as she focused on preparing for the crucial exam in July.
Mary disagreed – “As for Siwan, there’s nothing to worry about, right?”
With a ranking in the top five of his grade and the bonus points for being a national outstanding student, he can choose which school to attend.
Xin Dayi raised his head – “What do you know? My brother is preparing to help the Wen family get the top score in the college entrance examination!”
Mary pondered something, then casually teased, "I may not know much, but you probably don't know much more about what your brother Wen Siwan is thinking than I do."
Xin Dayi glanced at the slender, handsome figure in front of her—"What could he be thinking? He's just worried about how to go to the same school as Yan Meiren."
Mary's gaze towards Xin Dayi suddenly turned strange—"What...do you know?"
Xin Dayi replied matter-of-factly, "They've always been in the same school, going to university, so why would they be an exception?"
Mary was speechless—"What kind of logic is this?!"
"The three of us plus Lu Liu, oh, you don't know Lu Liu, anyway, he's a god. Yes, although the four of us grew up together, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that Siwan is closer to Yanxi. When we were in junior high, Yanxi and I got into No. 7 Middle School, while he and Lu Liu got into No. 1 Middle School. As a result, the little girl transferred to No. 7 Middle School without saying a word, carrying her schoolbag. She was so arrogant. Later, I think she even got a good beating from Uncle Wen, hehe..." The boy rambled on.
Mary chuckled mischievously—"Baboon, are you jealous? That's such a sour thing to say. Your childhood was so pathetic, so devoid of human warmth..."
Xin Dayi spat—"You damn transvestite, why would I be jealous? If anyone should be jealous, it's Wen Siwan!"
"What do you mean by that?" Mary's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she subconsciously pointed her finger at her phoenix eye.
"Before Lu Liu went to Vienna, he and Yan hope were practically inseparable. Although they were childhood friends, don't say I was nothing. To put it bluntly, Si Wan was practically invisible in front of those two!" Xin Dayi muttered.
Mary looked at Sinda with sympathy.
Xin Dayi trembled – “Damn it, you transvestite, can’t you control yourself? Stop looking at me with that maternal glow!”
Mary smiled innocently—"There's nothing I can do, you're the most pitiful one in this whole story!"
Damn it! Where am I pitiful? Where am I pitiful? Tell me, tell me, tell me!!!
"Xin Dayi, what are you doing, all baring your teeth and brandishing your claws? Stand up and tell me, what's the answer to question three?!" The English teacher, known as the Mediterranean, was furious.
Ahem, kids, it's still class time.
Xin Dayi was dumbfounded. What were these modifiers, subject, object, and predicate? There was "that" but no "which," and "which" but no comma? The silly girl was completely bewildered.
The shredded pork sat with an air of captivating charm, a smug smile playing on her lips.
Ah Heng coughed lightly, then bent her hand into a C shape and placed it on her ear.
"C!" Xin Dayi puffed out her chest, feeling confident.
"Why is the third choice?" Mediterranean has been teaching for half his life and is quite a quirky character.
Xin Dayi stammered, "Because... um because, it says something about flying something when something um my um..."
Mediterranean gritted his teeth—"Repeat!! Why?"
Xin Dayi shed tears. Aheng didn't say anything...
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Autumn colors are deepening. In just a few days, the leaves have completely fallen.
In her spare time, Ah Heng always watches TV and learns to knit.
She turned to the boy and asked, "Siwan, Mary wants a scarf, Dayi wants a pair of gloves, Yanxi, what do you want?"
Yan hope counted on his fingers, one, two, three... four, feeling somewhat dejected—"I don't want anything."
"Oh, I see." Ah Heng lowered her head, smiling softly.
As evening approached, the sky darkened, and before nightfall, the wind had already swayed the shadows of the trees into fragmented shapes, and soon, a torrential downpour began.
A heavy autumn rain and a heavy cold.
Aheng and Yanxi went up and down the stairs to close the windows. Aheng had just walked into the bathroom when suddenly, it was pitch black.
The power is out.
She looked out the window, and apart from the eerie shadows of the trees, there was not a ray of light around her.
The cable must have been broken by the wind.
At this hour, with such terrible weather, even emergency repairs would be extremely difficult.
"Aheng." Yan hope groped his way downstairs.
Ah Heng rubbed his eyes, gradually getting used to the darkness. At the top of the stairs, there was a strikingly thin figure.
"Aheng, come here." His voice was slightly hesitant.
Ah Heng walked over and gently touched it; it was the slightly rough linen texture of the coat.
He turned his hand over and took her hand in his palm. His tense nerves relaxed, and the space between his fingers felt as if a gentle breeze had filled it, making him feel soft and at peace.
The boy laughed and made a face in the darkness.
Ah Heng sighed helplessly and whispered, "Yan hope, I'm not scared."
So don't bother trying to scare me.
"Can I be scared?" Yan hope rolled her eyes.
She peeked out the window—Daughter, such a beautiful day, let's go out and find something to eat.
Ah Heng glanced at the kitchen—my millet porridge, just cooked…