Xiao Wu = =, who's your fifth sister...?
Looking at Aheng, who was like a child in Yan hope's arms, he couldn't help but smile.
Her entire face became clear and vivid, unlike her usual misty and inconspicuous appearance; it was full of vitality.
She sighed, realizing that Gu Feibai had such poor judgment.
Suddenly, he remembered the old story Du Qing had told him, but then he fell silent.
Perhaps, Gu Feibai fell in love with Aheng, who was right next to Yan hope.
I hope he doesn't know.
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Ah Heng kept thinking about what the meaning of a hug really was.
Throughout her life, she received many embraces—family, friendship, love, and so much more. It seems that, in the end, all of this accumulated into a decent kind of happiness.
But the only one that feels so warm and comforting, whose heartbeat is as gentle as my own, is right here in front of me.
She couldn't be categorized, so I just called her—MR YAN'S.
Mr. Yan.
A sarcastic remark, suppressing some fragmented, unresolved emotions.
This day, Lunar New Year's Eve, was no different.
When Mr. Yan embraced her in the future, she...couldn't bear to refuse.
She sat in Yan hope's sports car, looking at the high-heeled shoe prints dented into the cartoon cushion under the passenger seat. After thinking for a moment, she opened the back door.
Yan hope looked at her in the mirror. Her lips were thin, her eyes gentle, and she looked grown up. But suddenly, he couldn't bear to look. He felt that the girl he couldn't see or touch, the girl whom the whole world had shamefully wronged while he was away, had been marked by the passage of time.
He made a phone call, put on his earphones, and said, "Auntie, I have something to do on New Year's Eve and can't come home. I apologize tomorrow."
Ah Heng stared out the window, looking and looking, pretending not to hear.
Within the Third Ring Road, traffic is extremely congested, and speed is impossible.
"What are you looking at? Pedestrians are passing by." She asked, "Where are we going?"
Yan hope turned the steering wheel. "Your room still needs some work. Let's find a place to spend the New Year today."
Ah Heng pondered for a moment and asked him, "Would the two of us feel lonely?"
Yan hope smiled, his words concise and to the point: "With you and me, it's all good."
He drove the car into the underground parking garage and took Ah Heng to the front hall of Cuttingdiomand.
Fortunately, entertainers also need to bring joy to people during the Lunar New Year, so they don't get a holiday.
Not many of the waiters knew Yan hope. Last time, Xiao Zhou was ridiculed by Yan hope, but he still maintained excellent manners, smiling and being very attentive.
Xiao Zhou said that Young Master Lu was also there. The old man had hosted a family banquet on the top floor. Were Young Master Yan and this young lady going to the banquet together?
Yan hope paused slightly, then smiled faintly. "No need to go together, no need to disturb him. Give me a room, a New Year's Eve dinner, and plenty of dessert."
Ah Heng chuckled. He remembered that she liked sweets.
Seeing that Yan hope's hands were empty, Xiao Zhou laughed and said, "Young Master Yan, you didn't bring your dog?"
Yan hope twitched half of his lip, in an extremely good mood—the dog's mom is here, and I'm allergic to her.
Xiao Zhou was puzzled. "I used to hold you in my arms and pamper you like a precious jewel every day, and I never saw you have an allergic reaction."
Looking at Ah Heng again, he looked familiar. Who did he resemble? After thinking for a moment, he exclaimed, "Ah!"
Miss, do you know Chen Wan? He's a very popular model right now. You look a lot like him.
Ah Heng shook her head, smiled, and said she didn't know him.
Yan hope interrupted their conversation, saying with a forced smile, "Xiao Zhou, please lead the way."
Xiao Zhou retrieved the room key and led the two into the transparent elevator.
The next car also carried a group of people, all dressed impeccably and exuding an extraordinary air.
Ah Heng paid no attention, only looking at the entire building: the complete murals, the Garden of Eden carved from irregular materials, gold, pearls, agate, the Tree of Life, the Tree of Good and Evil, the surrounding Biya River flowing vividly, the high ceiling chandeliers, the crystal sparkling, and the dazzling elves.
She pointed to the beautiful Adam and Eve in the mural and said to Yan hope, "They're so beautiful, they look just like real people."
Yan hope's whole body was somewhat stiff, his gaze fixed on the elevator on the other side, which was transparent and completely unobstructed.
There seemed to be a cold gaze upon me.
Startled, Aheng turned around, but Yanxi blocked her completely, pulling her into his arms and whispering, "Don't move."
He pursed his lips, his knuckles turning white, and remained silent, even his breathing was slightly rapid.
Aheng's voice was muffled—Yanxi, what's wrong?
Yan hope saw the wisps of hair around her ears, and his heart softened. He tightened his arms, closed his eyes, and smiled—No. I just wanted to hug you.
Ah Heng reached out and tugged at his ear. "Yan hope, there's a difference between men and women, a difference."
Yan hope smiled, his lips very close to her forehead, and said, "Please, I've never considered you a woman."
Ah Heng = =, I know that when you hug me, you treat me like a younger brother.
Yan hope scoffed. Soft and fragrant, just like the little baby I held on the plane. "Little brother, my foot! You're really overestimating yourself."
Ah Heng said sternly, "Ahem, Mr. Yan, I feel that my dignity has been severely damaged."
Yan hope's lips brushed against her forehead, a seemingly casual kiss, an ambiguity he couldn't perceive, an intimate gesture so brazen, as he gently stroked her head with an air of importance.
Alright, alright, little brother Wen, I'll grant you permission to have an extra piece of cake in a bit.
Ah Heng, I feel powerless. I feel like we're from different worlds.
Yan hope raised an eyebrow. "What does it matter? I think it's enough that we're from the same world."
The elevator abruptly stopped, and another one went straight to the top floor, almost causing us to miss each other.
Those lurking, dark eyes vanished completely.
Yan Xi released his hand, and Xiao Zhou, who had been turning his face away and pretending not to see, finally spoke up—Young Master Yan, we've arrived.
Yan hope looked at him coldly and said in a low voice, "If Lu Liu asks you anything, you don't need to hide it. Just tell the truth."
He pointed to Aheng—when Lu Liu asked, he said her surname was Wen and her given name was Heng. He didn't need to describe her or tell him who she resembled.
Yan Xi felt a vague displeasure at the idea that Aheng resembled someone else, and he didn't want to badmouth others. However, Huai Bi couldn't bear to see someone constantly comparing her to someone who was unique.
This is the bottom line.
When Ah Heng came out of the hot shower, she saw a table full of delicious food.
Unable to find slippers, I walked barefoot on the wool carpet, my feet getting wet.
The hair is still wet.
She smiled and said, "Yan hope, I'm ready. Let's eat."
Yan hope frowned, took a large towel from the bathroom, and sat down next to her.
Then, a large towel was placed over Ah Heng's hair, and the roots of her hair were gently rubbed dry.
Ah Heng smiled, then turned and looked at him gently, very gently.
Yan hope, annoyed, deliberately covered her eyes with a towel and wiped her eyes haphazardly, leaving her hair a mess.
Ah Heng chuckled.
Yan hope, my nose is itchy, itchy, I sneeze.
Yan hope's eyes widened. "Next time you come out with your hair not dried, I'll slap you!"
Then I definitely won't dry it next time, let's see if you really hit me.
Ah Heng laughed so hard she fell onto the wool carpet. Yan Xi pursed her lips, feigning anger, and said, "I'll really hit you, or I'll hit myself."
He reached out, pulled her up, and affectionately rubbed his nose against hers—it felt like she had shrunk.
Holding it close to your heart is the only way to feel truly at ease.
Ah Heng thought for a moment and smiled – “It’s because you’ve gotten older.”
Yan hope raised his eyebrows, perhaps.
They ate, the table laden with exquisite dishes, all around quiet. Yan hope felt guilty—Aheng, I'm making you spend New Year's Eve with me like this.
Ah Heng smiled, looking at him—Yan hope, such a wonderful paradise.
Only you are willing to give it to me.
Her eyes were glistening with tears, her expression gentle and tender.
Yan hope understood her. He placed the glistening dumpling to her lips—"I'll stay up with you to welcome the New Year."
You and me.
The end of one year, the beginning of another. Who will sing a song, with you and me, not talking about forever, but not wanting to waste the springtime?
Ah Heng nodded, took a bite of the dumpling, and tears streamed down her face.
Outside the window, white snow falls and dances, as if it were the original color of this world.
A long, long time has passed, and the clock is about to strike twelve.
2003.
Firecrackers went off, fireworks lit up the sky, a magnificent and beautiful spectacle.
Ah Heng, Ah Heng, let's make a wish.
He spoke in such a calm tone, it was like the song "Qing Ping Yue".
Ah Heng said, "I hope that with world peace, Taiwan will return to the motherland, and children in Asia, Africa, and Latin America will be able to eat white sugar cakes. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Yan hope laughed, "My wish from five years ago doesn't count."
Ah Heng asked, "Can everything I say come true?"
Yan hope smiled and said, "I'll try my best."
Ah Heng said, "Let me earn more money than the world's richest man."