Siwan and Sier came to see Aheng on her mother's orders, and subtly asked her when she was going home.
It just so happens that it's already past the eighth day of the lunar new year, and the radio station has scheduled shifts for the evening, so Yan hope isn't home.
Ah Heng laughed. Oh, so this is someone else's house.
She stared at them and sighed—why bother? Going there would only upset her. She'd be going back to school in a few days, and she wouldn't be staying at the Yan family's for long anyway. There was no need to worry about gossip.
Si'er mocks you, you do have a very clever and insightful mind.
Ah Heng smiled faintly—"It's fair, isn't it? The Wen family has members in the Yan family, and naturally, the Yan family also has members..."
Before she could finish speaking, Si'er, enraged, slammed the door and stormed out.
Siwan squinted – When did you find out?
Ah Heng said, "Wen Si'er told me her surname was Yan two years ago, otherwise, how would I have known?"
Siwan pondered for a moment, then, remembering something, asked her softly, "When you were sick and spent more than a month traveling, was it for this matter, not for Yan hope leaving the country?"
Ah Heng smiled and said, "Yan hope is really a very sensible child."
Siwan is uneasy—how to put it?
Ah Heng sat on the sofa, and the braised pork rice clung to her again. She affectionately tucked its wings together and softly spoke—"To repay a debt of gratitude to her own sister, she treats someone else's sister so well."
Siwan sighed dejectedly—when you were sick, I asked you what was bothering you, but you never spoke. Why wait two years, so late, to finally tell me!
Ah Heng seemed not to hear him, lost in deep memories, and spoke gently to herself—he couldn't stand you bullying me, he only thought that if you weren't his sister, we siblings shouldn't be like this; he couldn't stand Si'er's unfriendly and willful behavior towards me, as if by making up for my grievances, I could return to the way a young lady of the Wen family should be, for example, like Si'er, proud and unrestrained.
You know, Yan hope is such a clear-cut person; he never owes anyone anything.
Unfortunately, in his eyes, I was the one who owed him something.
She said, "Siwan, guess what? If it weren't for this debt, how much attention would he have paid to me in the beginning?"
Ah Heng stared at the white wall, where the once vibrant photos were gradually fading.
She was so beautiful when she first saw her back then.
She didn't even know why she had come back. If it was out of longing, then that longing even included a vague sense of hatred that she didn't want to admit.
She said, "I wish everyone could be happy and I could pretend that I hadn't discovered anything."
Siwan sighed with melancholy—when Aunt Yan was pregnant with Yan Xi, Uncle Yan had an affair, and so she was his illegitimate daughter. Her mother died after giving birth to her. At that time, Yan Xi's parents were going through a very difficult divorce. Grandpa Yan couldn't bear to see his own flesh and blood wandering outside, so he begged Grandpa Yan to take her in. At that time, her mother had just given birth to her. To repay Grandpa Yan, Grandpa Yan made up his mind and, without telling her parents, sent her to her grandmother's hometown, Wuzhen.
Ah Heng asked him, "What did Grandpa do to repay Grandpa? What is the relationship between my father, mother, and grandmother?"
Siwan avoided the main point—"Your adoptive mother is the daughter of my grandmother's old friend. As for what she is repaying, I... am not entirely sure."
Ah Heng's fingers landed on the sofa, she patted it lightly, and smiled—Siwan, I've come this far, I won't hold grudges anymore. Even if it's self-deception, it's just staying by Yanxi's side a little longer. Mom doesn't know, but I do, and Yanxi knows too.
When he reunited with her, he cherished and pampered her, often treating her like a baby. He would wake up in the middle of the night, still in his pajamas, and rush to her room. Only when he saw that she was still there could he feel a little relieved.
She closed the door, but stood outside, sobbing silently.
Separated by a door, she heard everything clearly with her eyes closed, her heart aching, yet there was nothing she could do.
After calming herself down, she recounted to Siwan, "If you want to blame someone for what happened to Dad, blame me. I was the one who killed him."
Siwan's eyes were filled with hidden pain—"That was on purpose by my mother and me... But how much can you understand?"
Ah Heng remained silent, trying to discern something from his eyes.
Siwan stroked her hair and forced a smile, saying, "Girls grow up, and their hearts always become very biased. Fortunately, we are related by blood; I am still your brother."
Fortunately, they were not enemies.
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At night, DJ YAN was doing a show when he muttered to himself, "If only I had a bowl of braised pork ribs rice right now."
A listener called in jokingly, saying he would send it to him.
DJ Yan, being understanding and tactful, smiled and said thank you, but explained that he was a picky eater and disliked three out of five flavors, so there was no need to trouble him.
I don't like sweets, I don't like bitter tastes, I can't taste sourness, and all I can eat is spicy and salty.
Ah Heng knew he hadn't eaten properly that night. Hearing his mournful and forlorn tone, she found it amusing. She went to the kitchen and made pork rib rice, packed it in a lunchbox, and then remembered that Yan hope was dressed thinly and the night was chilly, so she took a thick coat and brought it with her on the bus to the radio station.
Outside the radio station, reporters surrounded the area, their microphones and cameras packed tightly together.
Ah Heng took a detour, but vaguely saw a bright-eyed person among the surrounding crowd.
Oh, it's Chu Yun.
Chu Yun also walked towards the radio station, and the reporters next to him chased after him, asking if he was visiting DJ Yan on set.
Ah Heng was pushed aside, her lunchbox tilted precariously and almost knocked over.
Chu Yun, with an official smile, said that DJ Yan and I are just friends, and that we shouldn't overthink it.
One of the reporters, with sharp eyes, noticed that Chu Yun was holding a lunchbox and exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that he's bringing food to DJ Yan?"
Chu Yun's face fell, and he said no.
She turned around and walked quickly, her high heels swaying gracefully.
Ah Heng stared blankly at the lunchbox in her hand, a lump in her throat that she couldn't utter.
With a sigh, he sat down at the entrance of the radio station, and in the cold wind, he finished his rice and ribs, bite by bite.
By the end of the meal, the rice and meat had gone cold, and the feeling of them stuck in my stomach was very uncomfortable.
Looking at my watch, the hour hand was almost pointing to twelve.
Yan hope's show is almost over.
Ah Heng put down the lunchbox, grabbed her coat, and went up to the third-floor studio.
The staff asked her what she needed.
She said she wanted to find Yan hope.
The staff asked her what her relationship with Yan hope was.
Ah Heng paused for a moment, then smiled and said that I was his sister and that I brought him a coat because it was cold.
He spread out his coat with both hands; it was the one Yan hope often wore.
The staff let them through.
When Aheng went inside, she was surprised to find that Chu Yun was not there.
Her Mr. Yan sat inside the glass window, his face hazy, wearing a headset and a blue sweater, looking rather lazy.
Suddenly, it reminded me of the groggy state of someone who has just woken up at home.
Ah Heng chuckled as she held the clothes.
He looked up and saw Ah Heng. He paused for a moment, then laughed. He was trying to comfort the lost sheep on the other end of the phone, but he also raised his hand and waved it at her excitedly.
Ah Heng sniffed and covered her eyes.
How embarrassing = =.
I walked over, and through the glass, the cold and heat clashed, and the fog made it difficult to see Yan hope's face clearly.
She lowered her head, and Yan hope's mouth opened and closed, uttering words that were not gentle but still soft. His nasal tone, which had long since disappeared from his youth, was clear and magnetic, and very pleasant to hear.
Sure enough, it was different from what I heard on the radio.
She reached out, her soft fingers touching the glass, the fog on the window dissipating, warming her fingertips.
Yan hope looked at her with doting eyes, stretched out his hand, and from bottom to top, overlapped his five fingers with hers one by one, pressing them tightly together.
Taking advantage of a lull, he spoke softly—"Wait for me, baby."
Each word, spoken silently.
Chu Yun, who had been waiting in the control room on the other side, could see it clearly.
She smiled and asked the office lady next to her, "Sister, have you ever seen Yan hope so gentle?"
She pointed at the two figures, gently gazing at them, finding peace in their presence, and tears welled up in her eyes—"Sister, don't tell Yanxi that I've been here."
Or, why is there such inequality? He was completely unaware when she arrived.
So, your Ah Heng has returned.
Chapter 78
Chapter 78
While doing housework and tidying up a drawer full of odds and ends, Ah Heng accidentally saw two tickets for Zizhuyuan Park, with an expiration date of the 15th of the lunar calendar.
Two days left.
She asked Yan Xi, whose expression changed. He said it was from the radio station, and the New Year's benefits were strange. In addition to toilet paper, sugar, and bonuses, they also gave out a lot of tickets to various parks.
They also said that everyone in the old city knows that Zizhuyuan Park is free, so it's hard for them to come up with a few tickets to scare people.
Then, she abruptly changed the subject and spoke stiffly, "Aheng, there's nothing to see here, it's all bamboo. Where do you want to go? I'll take you there when I'm free in a few days."
Seeing his extremely pale face and his delicate, bright eyebrows furrowed together, Ah Heng became curious and smiled, saying, "No need to trouble you. I haven't been to any parks in B City for many years. I'll ask Xiao Xia to go with me tomorrow when I have some free time. He's taking the college entrance exam this year and has been stuck at home studying every day. He's probably going to be bored to death."
When Xiaoxia learned that she was back, she cried and said, "Sister, you can't abandon me, no matter who else you are. Everyone knows that I'm the one you love the most, so you must not have run away from home on purpose, right?"
Ah Heng smiled, looked into those childlike eyes, and nodded, "My favorite thing is shrimp."
The child took off his baseball cap, his eyes brightened, and he smiled innocently.
Before the New Year, Yan hope gave a sum of money to help the grandfather and grandson open a grocery store, and the family's situation improved a lot. However, Grandpa He's health has never been very good, and he needs someone to take care of him in terms of food, clothing, shelter and transportation.
Fortunately, Xiaoxia is already a little man. He often puffs out his cheeks and proudly shows off his lone bicep to Aheng and Yanxi, making such a cute gesture that he has grown up and his older siblings don't need to worry.
When Ah Heng went to find him, she kept talking about the child, but in the blink of an eye, the child was already a head taller than her.
That year, when I first met him, he was thin and pale. When I looked down, I could see his big, watery eyes filled with blind worship.
He pulled her along, "Sister, do you want some candied hawthorns? I'll buy you some. Uncle Zhang sells them up ahead. They're big hawthorns with crystal-like sugar coating, so delicious!"
Ah Heng smiled and said okay.
However, most of the string ended up in his stomach, and he even used a clean handkerchief from Ah Heng to wipe the child's mouth!